#I like dogs but hate how determined they are to lick

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking, drunk driving, dog penises, and more. 

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER OF A NEW SERIES HOES!!!

With love and big tits, Rose

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P1: Dumb Dog Dicks

wc: 1100+

The screech of the tires scratching on the street sends a shiver down my spine, my clammy hands clenching together harder. 

“Assholes,” I mutter, dragging my dirty shoes along the cement. Even the laces are sticky, a bright, unnatural blue staring back at me as I watch the cracks in the sidewalk pass beneath each step. 

It was stupid. Tessa had invited me to the party. I had been excited to have fun, but it wasn’t fun. The vibrant stain on my shoes was definitely from some kind of jungle juice. I hate jungle juice. 

Well, I hate alcohol in general. But jungle juice? That's a different kind of hatred. The entire point of the drink is to mix it with so many add-ins that the alcohol is barely noticeable. Which is why so many people were throwing up at that damn party. 

My house isn’t far. It’s only a couple of streets away from the booze-infested mansion. But it’s far enough to be a different neighborhood. It wasn’t sketchy by any means, I enjoyed the suburbs. The neighbors were nice, but their dogs were even nicer. 

Especially this one. 

“Hi, girl!” I whisper-shout, crouching down to reach my hand through the metal cross-wired fence. A short laugh escapes through my lips as the small dog snorts, licking my hand enthusiastically. 

She’s adorable. I pass her every day on my morning walks. She’s always sunbathing, her eyes glowing like honey in the sunshine. And she’s just a sweetheart. This moment is exactly what I needed after tonight. 

The fence rattles as she tosses herself against it, desperate for more pets. The clatter echoes through the empty streets, making my eyes go wide. 

Looking around, I’m relieved to see nothing but a flickering lamp post. I know walking home alone this late isn’t smart, but it’s still better than letting a drunk guy drive me home. Even though Shawn had promised to stay sober. 

“So dumb,” I mumble, rubbing the dog’s ear–something I know she loves. Although I have pet her countless times, I still can’t get a hold of her collar to read her name. Not that it really matters–she liked being called Cutie. 

“Did you just call my dog dumb?” 

My whole body jolts at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. I quickly retract my hand from the fence, clutching my chest as I gasp for air. 

“Jesus! I–no, no, I was just…” I stand up fast, my eyes dropping to my hands as I smooth down my short skirt. Why does it have to be so cold? “I was talking to myself, sorry,” I huff, giving the dog one last glance before finally looking up. 

A lump forms in my throat as I meet his gaze. Even in the dim light, I can see how bright his eyes are–sharp, piercing. Intimidating. 

“She’s, uh… she’s really cute,” I add, nodding to the dog as I give an awkward smile. 

My forehead crinkles as I watch him cock an eyebrow, his arms unfolding slightly as he gestures toward the dog. “She’s,” he points, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “-a he.” 

Oh. 

She’s a he. 

“Oh.” My mouth draws into an ‘O’ as I chew the inside of my cheek. I wrap my arms around myself, bracing against the cold breeze that cuts through the air. God, I wish this skirt were longer.

“Yeah.” He reaches for the fence gate, pushing it open and shutting it behind him with a soft clank. “Why are you petting a random dog at…” He glances down at his phone before stuffing it back into his coat pocket. “Nearly two in the morning?” 

The judgemental look on his face makes my fingers twitch. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was walking home from a party,” I grumble, my tongue pressing against the back of my teeth as I hug my arms closer.

His lips curl slightly. “This late? Are you stupid?”

I clench my teeth, a sharp breath leaving my nose. “I–well—you, ugh.” 

His head tilts, watching me like he’s waiting for me to form a coherent sentence. 

Annoyed, I cross my arms. “What are you doing out so late, hm?” I shoot back, my confidence wavering as he stares at me–completely unfazed. 

My feet shift against the pavement as I drop my posture slightly, glancing away. The flickering street lamp blinks in my peripheral vision, its erratic pattern drawing my gaze to the tall metal post.

“I went for a walk,” he says blankly. 

I slowly turn my head back toward him with a raised brow. “Without your dog?” I gesture toward the so-called ‘he,’ who is now cleaning himself. 

Yep. That’s definitely a boy. 

My shoulders shutter as I recoil slightly, disgust creeping up my spine. 

“Trevor's lazy,” he states.

My ears perk at the name. Trevor. 

A small smile creeps onto my face as Trevor stirs at the mention of his name, wagging his tail slightly. 

Trevour wags his tail half-heartedly before flopping onto his side, done with us both. 

I smirk. “Yeah, he seems real energetic.” 

The guy exhales through his nose, unimpressed. “He has more sense than you, at least. Doesn’t go wandering around at night like an idiot.”

My smirk drops. “Okay, rude.”

He shrugs. “Not rude. Just stating facts.”

I glare. “Well, fact: I’m fine. I walk this way all the time.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Wow. That makes it so much safer.”

I groan, throwing my hands in the air. “You know what? I don’t need a lecture from some random guy who names his dog Trevor.”

His eyes narrow slightly. “What’s wrong with the name Trevor?”

“It’s just—” I glance at the dog, who’s now licking his own paw in oblivious contentment. “It’s very human.”

The guy crosses his arms. “Yeah? Well, Cutie isn’t exactly original.”

My face heats up. “It’s not his real name! I just—ugh, whatever.” I back up toward the sidewalk, rubbing my arms against the cold.

He watches me for a moment before sighing. “Chris.”

I blink. “What?”

“My name. Since you’re so desperate to call me something other than ‘random guy who names his dog Trevor.’”

I hesitate before answering. “Y/N.”

Chris nods once. “Cool.”

There’s a brief, awkward silence. Trevor lets out a loud yawn.

“Well,” I say, shifting on my feet, “enjoy your walk.”

“Enjoy not getting kidnapped,” he retorts.

I scoff but don’t dignify him with another response. Instead, I spin on my heel and march away, my shoes still sticky, my mood somehow worse than it was before.

Behind me, I hear the fence creak, followed by a soft, “C’mon, Trevor.”

I roll my eyes. Chris.

This neighborhood just got a whole lot more annoying.

[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XXVII) [m]

synopsis. He had conquered everything anything but your heart.

pairing: yandere king jungkook x fem reader ft shuaua from g-idle.

warnings: 18+ ÉXPLÍCÏT SMÜT, ôràl sèx (fèm rècïèvíng), únprôtèctèd sèx, mánipúlatíón, bôrdèrlínè nóncón, clït bïtïng, brèèdïng kínk, sèductíòn, yándèrè, d��rk, mdnī,

[always remember to wrap it and honestly always remember that consent is the most important part.]

note. Oh my God guys it’s finally here. I never thought that this day would come, but oh my God our boy is not a virgin anymore. HAHAHA CELEBRATIONS CELEBRATIONS! Also, I know that there was a lot of discourse regarding this chapter so I hope that all of you will like it a little bit… I HOPE TO UPDATE SOON BUT ENJOY AND PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEEDBACK. I love you guys.

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Before you can even protest, he’s got his teeth digging into the hem of your panties as he harshly pulls on the end to take them off and you want to scream at him to stop but it’s too late because the panties are off.

And then he’s pushing his robe off.

His muscular strong body is not full on display it almost takes your breath away.

How can someone like him be so hot?

“O-Oh my God… you’re so fucking perfect.” He groans, not giving you time to say anything before he dives his mouth into your pussy, you have no idea what he’s trying to do with you, burying his face so deeply into your most private part like this.. it should make you feel disgusting but

Instead, you arch, spreading your legs before you can even stop yourself and his hands grab onto your thighs as he pushes your legs on top of his shoulders, moaning into your heat as he begins to eat you out, you cry as his hot tongue makes contact with your pussy, he’s licking you like a dog,

You try your best to push him away, trying to pry his face away. He doesn’t budge.

But instead, he looks up at you and the feral dark look in his eyes scares the shit out of you.

Yn,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that makes the very walls tremble. “I’ve been patient with you, but no more. You are my wife, and I will have you.”

He says in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

Why won’t you give him and why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?

Looks like he will have to force this out of you. Jungkook doesn’t want to do it, but you’re not giving him any kind of choice.

So now he will not give you a choice as well.

You tremble, your body betraying her as Jungkook’s hands reach out to caress your face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the fierce determination in his eyes. You try to turn away, but he holds your chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I know you hate me,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “But I also know that you cannot resist the pleasure I can give you.”

Before you can protest, Jungkook’s lips are on yours, his kiss fierce and demanding. You struggle against him, but he is too strong, his hands gripping your waist with a possessive intensity.

Slowly, he lowers you onto the bed, picking you up with your thighs, wrapped around his shoulders with ease, his body covering yours as he continues to kiss you, his tongue delving into you mouth, claiming you as his own.

His kiss, it’s hot, needy and intense, you really want to push him away, but your body is just so frozen.

As he breaks the kids, he kicks off his waistband. Leaving him bare, and you are not sure that you should be terrified or glad because his length is breathtaking.

It’s too thick, standing angrily at attention as the veins bulge out.

This is going to destroy you, your pusdy clenches, and your mouth is watering.

You hate your body.

Your body responds despite your mind’s resistance, a traitorous heat building between your legs. You can still feel his hot tongue, Jungkook’s hands roam your body, caressing your curves with a reverence that betrays his rough exterior.

And before you can react?

He tears at your clothing, his desperation is growing with each passing moment.

And it’s all your fault.

“Jungkook, please,” you whimper, your voice a mere breath. “Don’t do this.”

Why isn’t he listening?

He shakes his head, Jungkook is beyond reason, his desire for you consuming him whole.

But then you see almost a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, and for a moment he stops.

“Yn…. You’re never going to love me. I’m never going to have this. W-Why can’t you give it to me?”

His eyes are unmistakably filled with tears.

“W-Why can’t you love me and why can’t you give yourself to me? Even if you won’t love me at least let me have you physically” his tone is getting heavier and breathy as he looks into your eyes.

You open your mouth to protest, but when you see the helplessness in his eyes, something shifts inside you.

Why are you even starting to feel bad for him? When he’s the reason for everything that’s happened in your life? he is the reason that you had to grow up as an orphan.

He’s the reason you’re forcefully married to him. And he’s the reason you almost got molested.

So why? Why is your heart aching right now?

And why the hell is your pussy so wet and clenching, as if it’s missing his tongue?

“I… do you think that physical relief will help you in anyway?” You manage to ask him, looking at him almost suspiciously.

And you don’t miss the way he eagerly nods and in that moment, he looks almost innocent, like he has done nothing wrong in his life, but he’s still suffering.

And for a moment you allow yourself to believe him.

You look at him again and blink twice.

“Yn I love you so much. I fucking love you and I would do anything to have you..”

Your heart thumps.

“But nothing I do seems to make you like me. I only mess up more and more, but I’ve been so patient. I have given you a year to accept me, but it never happens. I am not a monster like you think I am, but what is the point of telling you that?”

A tear falls from his eye.

And your heart clenches.

“I… I have only wanted your love and nothing else… I could give anything… even my crown if it meant that I could have a place in your heart.” he gets closer and closer until your faces are inches apart.

“So please baby… just this night, one fuckin night. It’s only need from you if you’re never gonna give me your heart at least let me give you my own body.”

He starts, pressing desperate kisses along the skin of your neck.

And you close your eyes and for the first time you let yourself feel his touch, you allow yourself to feel the pleasure of his lips on you.

And you let out a shaky breath.

You are stuck with him forever and there is no doubt about that, so you might as well start cooperating or making him cooperate with you so your life is a little bit easier.

He’s the killer of your father but now he’s your husband too.

“Please…. Please…” he whispers, biting your earlobe, and you let out another breath.

“Even if you reject me again, I won’t force myself on you.”

Your eyes widen at that.

“Even though the fucked up part in me is screaming at me to do so because you’re never going to give yourself willingly to me, but I love you so much that I can’t ever think of disrespecting you..” he breaths, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And he inhales you.

“you deserve to be loved, you deserve to be cherished, and you deserve to be respected.” He presses another hot kiss behind your ear.

“So… please just allow me to love you for one night… I-I promise I will be so much better. I promise that I will respect your wishes and I promise that I will be the best husband that I can be…”

He gently licks the skin, making you gasp, your insides are churning. You can feel his hard cock pulsing against you.

It’s unfair how beautiful and perfect he is. He’s like a dream..

“You can even punish me after this but right now I really fucking need you. Because this is the only time I will be able to have you”

“So please baby… just one night.”

He silences your protests with another kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he pushes your legs apart. You gasp as you feel his fingers probing at your entrance, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body.

And this time you don’t stop him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jungkook growls, his voice thick with lust. “I love you so fucking much.”

You moan as his fingers delve deeper, stroking your inner walls with a skill that leaves you breathless.

You try to hold back, to resist the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you, but it’s a losing battle. Jungkook’s touch is magic, his fingers playing your body like a finely tuned instrument.

As if sensing your impending surrender, Jungkook waits for your next move, and before you know it, you’re lowering his head again, his head between your legs again.. his tongue replacing his fingers.

You cry out, your back arching off the bed as he laps at your most sensitive areas, his tongue swirling around your clit with a fervor that borders on worship.

“Jungkook, oh God,” You moan, your hands fisting in his hair as he devours you. “Please, I-”

But Jungkook doesn’t let up, his tongue delving deeper, his nose brushing against your clit with each thrust. Your body trembles, your thighs tightening around his head as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

“F-Fine nghh- fine. you have this one night.”

He sucks on your clit harder, making you yelp.

“mhm yeah thank you so much, my queen, my heart, my love my everything.. fuck- ‘m gonna make you feel so good”

And the worst part is that he’s not even lying about that.

He’s making you feel so good.

“Come for me, yn,” Jungkook commands, his voice vibrating against your core. “Let go and give yourself to me.”

With a final cry, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Jungkook drinks in your essence, his tongue lapping up every drop of your release as he works you through the aftershocks.

As you come down from your high, you feel a sense of pleasure wash over you.

Why are you not feeling shameful at the way he’s laping up at your clit.

How could you have given in so easily to your enemy, to the man who has taken everything from you?

But as Jungkook crawls up your body, his eyes dark with satisfaction, you know that you are lost.

“Fuck baby… you taste so divine.”

“Yn” he whispers, his voice soft is with reverence. “You are mine, body and soul. And I will never let you go.”

These words should scare you, but they only make your cunt ache for more.

“Baby this might hurt but please hold onto me. I’m so sorry for hurting you, but I promise it’s gonna feel so good in a little bit.” He presses a hot messy kiss to your lips.

With those words, Jungkook claims you fully, his cock thrusting deep inside you, stretching your walls and filling you completely but it’s not easy because he is a big guy.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body struggling to accommodate his size.

You cry.

As he begins to move, he presses an unlimited amount, of kisses on your head, as if he understands the pain that you have just experienced and he’s trying to calm you down.

And weirdly enough? You start to feel a little bit at ease.

But as Jungkook keeps on moving, his thrusts slow and deliberate, You feel a new wave of pleasure building inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he drives into you, his hips slapping against yours with a force that leaves you breathless.

He roars a cry of immense pleasure.

“Fuck, yn,” Jungkook groans, his face contorted with pleasure. “You feel so good, so tight. I’m going to fill you up, make you mine in every way.”

You moan in response, your nails raking down Jungkook’s back as he pounds into you. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as Jungkook’s thrusts become faster, more urgent.

He is Being so loud.

“M-My *heaves* queen. My yn.” Jungkook pulls out, making you whine, but then he slams into you again

“Come with me, yn,” he commands, his voice strained with effort. “Let me feel you come undone around my cock.”

With a final cry, You shatter again, This pleasure is making you feel so high like you’re in the clouds and you never want to let go of this feeling.

You dig your nails into his back.

“See baby, ahhh f-fuck.. I’m giving myself to you. I’m giving my all to you. Because you’re the only one who deserves it.”

your body convulsing as Jungkook fills you with his seed. He collapses on top of you, his body heavy and sated as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Mine,” he murmurs, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Y-Yn can I go all night?”

You should say no to that, but instead, your fingers find themselves in his curly long, dark locks, and you begin to scratch his hair as he lays his head on your breasts.

“Please?”

you look down at him and see the puppy dog eyes.

“Umm… uhh fine.” You hesitantly reply because you shouldn’t enjoy this so much but the high that you have experienced just now?

You don’t want to end it so soon, especially you don’t want tonight to end.

You groan as you feel his mouth catch one of your hardened peaks into his mouth, he begins to hump you.

You begin to grow even wetter and the upcoming hours of the night excite you even more, like he’s fucked the rational part out of you

You moan louder and louder.

And he hums in response, his hard cock rubbing against you, causing a delicious sensation.

And you don’t want this to end at all.

And if only you had any idea of how much Jungkook feels safe and wanted in your arms after a long, long time.

•••

The golden wing of the palace is peaceful, but the air feels different tonight. Meilin, for the first time since arriving, feels restless.

Her gaze flickers toward the king’s chambers, the same place where the man, no, the King of Goryeo.. had captured her attention the moment he’d stepped into the room, his regal presence and his commanding air leaving a mark on her mind.

Her father, the Emperor of China, had agreed to stay in the palace for a few days, and while it was an honor to be invited,

Meilin could feel herself growing more and more uneasy as the hours passed.

Not because of the palace, or its grandeur, but because of him— Jungkook, the king, who commanded attention effortlessly.

At first, it had been innocent enough. She watched from the corners of rooms, unable to ignore the way her heart quickened every time their gazes met.

He was always so composed, so dignified.

But now, as she walked the empty halls that led to his chambers, she couldn’t help but feel a strange, unsettling tension crawling beneath her skin.

The air around her feels charged. She can’t explain it, but something about tonight feels different. As she passes by the king’s chambers, she stops.

It’s unmistakable.

The sounds of intimacy, of passion. Her heart thuds painfully in her chest as she realizes what it is.

She stands frozen in place, feeling her body tense as the moans echo through the thick stone walls.

She tries to swallow, but her throat feels dry. What is she doing here? Why is she listening?

Her fingers twitch, her nails pressing into the delicate fabric of her sleeve as her mind races.

She can’t look away, though every rational part of her mind tells her to move. To leave. To pretend she didn’t hear it.

But the sounds… they twist something deep within her. Something that’s been simmering ever since she saw him for the first time. The King of Goryeo, powerful and untouchable.

She knew, deep down, that he belonged to someone else. He was married, after all.

But hearing this—hearing his moans, hearing the evidence of his closeness with his wife, you. it pulls at something dark inside her.

She wants to see him.

To feel what it would be like to be the one to make him moan like that, to bring him to his knees.

Her breaths grow shallow as she grips the wall for support, her mind spiraling.

Why does she feel this way? Why is she so captivated by this? It shouldn’t matter, but it does. It’s almost unbearable.

Her heart beats faster as her thoughts turn sharper, more possessive.

“I can’t..”

she whispers to herself, but the words die in her throat. Her body is reacting on its own, a hunger building up that she doesn’t know how to control.

She takes a step closer to the door, as if pulled by an invisible force.

Every part of her wants to get closer, to hear more, to understand what it feels like to be part of that world.

The jealousy burns hotter now, gnawing at her insides. But more than that, there’s something else— a wild, uncontrollable urge.

She feels her stomach tighten, her breath quickening, and suddenly it’s hard to ignore the throbbing desire building within her.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she murmurs, her hand trembling as it rests against the doorframe. But she can’t move.

She’s paralyzed, caught in the turmoil of what she’s hearing and what she wants… what she’s beginning to crave.

It’s maddening. And as the sounds continue, Meilin feels herself falling deeper into a dangerous obsession, one that’s only just beginning.

[forwhomthewordsflow]

Puppy Love

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a bit suggestive at some parts, language, more fluff

author’s note: this was totally meant to be a small lil blurb but then i ended up getting sucked into it and well…it ended up being a tiny bit longer than i thought.  also, there’s some legal jargon in here that i totally might’ve misused, don’t hate me! i’m not a lawyer i swear! anywho, i’m still pretty new to the whole writing thing so please go easy on me because i’m a crybaby

p.s. i stopped writing it in order to keep the word count from going through the roof, but if you guys would like a part two picking up right where this leaves off then i’m soooo into that, i really love these two!

word count: 5.3k

Let it be known, Eddie Waylon Munson was not a dog person.  This doesn’t mean that Eddie is a cat person either really, he’d actually be more inclined to categorize himself as a fish person, really.  Eddie can hardly take care of himself, who in the hell would think he could take care of another living being?

Steve fucking Harrington.  That’s who.

Under any other circumstances, Eddie would’ve turned him down in a heartbeat when he asked him to watch his Golden Retriever, Captain, for a week while he’s on vacation with his parents. 

“Dude, c’mon.  You owe me one.”

Eddie scoffed.  “Since when do I owe you one?”

“I–There must be something I’ve done for you…” Steve sighs ,”Haven’t I been letting you swim in my pool free of charge?”

“Yeah, me and every single other member of our party.”  Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, determined to stick to his answer of a hard no.

“Fine,” Steve huffs.  “What if I gave you three hundred bucks for it?”

At this new piece of information, Eddie perked up.  

“Well, well, well Harrington.  Why didn’t you just lead with that?”  The two boys shook hands, and that was that.

Eddie wishes he could’ve said no, but he unfortunately really needed the extra cash.  The weed business had been slow due to the fact that his usual richie-rich-asshole customers are all off “summering” with their rich families wherever it is that the rich families go to do that shit.  

Eddie figured that he could handle this.  Steve assured him that Captain is well trained thanks to the expensive trainers that his parents hired, plus Eddie would get to stay at Hotel de Harrington while he watched the dog.  Eddie will mind his business, Captain will do his own thing, and Eddie would be $300 richer at the end of it all.  Sweet digs and three hundred bucks is just something Eddie doesn’t have the heart to pass up these days.  

–

Eddie always manages to forget just how gi-fucking-normous the Harrington’s mansion house is.  As Steve leads him through the foyer and into the numerous hallways, Eddie figures he must look like he’s stepping into a house for the first time.  His jaw drops a little at the seemingly priceless artwork that hangs from the walls, the crystal vases lined up on shelves, and the expensive looking furniture placed meticulously all around the house.  He hopes to hell that he doesn’t find some way to fuck something up while he’s shacking up here.  

“I can’t believe you live in this art museum, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs.  “Yeah, it’s all nice and fancy until you think about the fact that all the dumb shit decorating this place could probably feed a small village.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, then hears an excited bark from the other room.

“Okay, time to meet the man himself.  Just warning you, he’s a hugger.”  Steve winks at Eddie and jogs to unlock the door to the backyard.  As soon as the glass door slides open, Eddie sees a blur of blonde fur coming towards him, and then all he can see is the ceiling.

Eddie quickly learns that this is because Captain has knocked him right on his ass.

Captain squirms on top of Eddie, trying his hardest to lick him all over his face and neck while Steve is bent over cackling at the whole ordeal. 

“Okay, okay buddy.  Thanks so much,” Eddie says unenthusiastically while glaring at Steve.  He gently shoves Captain off of him and stands back up, only to look down and realize that his all black outfit is now covered in little golden dog hairs.  This only causes Steve to laugh harder.

Steve straightens back up after being hunched over and sighs, “I warned you man,” then walks past Eddie and into the laundry room, clapping him on the shoulder as he goes.

Captain trots happily behind the boys as Steve shows Eddie where Captain’s food and water bowls are, how much to feed him and when, and where his leash and harness are.  Steve assures him that he doesn’t have to take Captain on a walk or anything if he doesn’t feel like it (he so does not), but he does have a grooming appointment scheduled on the day the Harrington’s set off on their vacation.

Eddie huffs at this revelation.

“I know man, I’m sorry.  My mom had apparently scheduled it months ago and forgot it was on the day we were leaving.  But it’s really easy I swear, you just drop him off at noon, and then pick him back up at three.  It’s already paid for and everything.”  Steve looks at Eddie apologetically, and Eddie figures it won’t be that bad.

–

Eddie was wrong.  He’s only been watching the dog for an hour and already he knows he’s not cut out for this shit.  Captain is stuck to Eddie like fucking velcro.  Who knew dogs could be so needy?  Eddie goes to sit on the couch?  Captain needs to sit right next to him.  Eddie needs to go to the kitchen to grab a drink?  Captain is practically stepping on his heels as he trails behind him.  Eddie has been pretty lenient so far, it’s only a week right?  But he’d had enough when Captain was demanding to follow him into the bathroom, pawing at the door and whining when Eddie wouldn’t let him in.  

Thank god for that goddamn grooming appointment.

Despite being only a couple hours into this gig, Eddie needed some alone time.  

Captain seemed just as excited to get out of the house when Eddie fought to put his harness on him.  He never thought he’d ever be spending a full ten minutes practically wrestling with a 70 pound dog, but Captain just wouldn’t sit still.  After all was said and done, Captain sat and waited next to the front door calmly, while Eddie emerged sweaty and breathing heavily.

–

The grooming salon ended up being only ten minutes away from Steve’s house, which Eddie was thankful for since Captain decided to sit shotgun and stare at Eddie the entire way over.  On the outside, the place looked fancy.  Eddie scoffed a bit at the Grecian columns bracketing the entrance, and the name of the salon printed in gold swoopy letters across the large window panes in the front.  He couldn’t believe people were willing to shell out enough cash to bring their dogs to a place like this all for a haircut.  Eddie looks over at Captain, who is of course staring at him…still, and sighs.

“Here goes nothing I guess.”

Eddie wrangles Captain out of his van and into the salon, hoping to God that these people wouldn’t be able to smell the poor on him.  

What actually occurred was quite the opposite.

Upon opening the glass doors, Eddie was hit with a whoosh of cool air and a small bell chimed to let the employees know that someone had walked in.  Captain was apparently very excited by the gust of air, and decided to jump in circles around and through Eddie’s legs.  While Eddie was caught up in detangling himself so he doesn’t fall flat on his face, he hadn’t noticed you walking up to them.  

“Hi there, need some help?” 

Eddie looked up and could’ve sworn he heard a choir of angels singing.

You stood there smiling at him, the prettiest girl Eddie had ever seen in his 24 years of life on Earth.  He doesn’t think he’d ever had someone smile at him like that before, but he knows he could definitely get used to it. 

While you were waiting for Eddie to respond, you noticed that his dog’s leash was still quite tangled around his legs.  Deciding to take things into your own hands, you take a few steps back and kneel down to the ground to call the dog to you.  He comes bounding up to you, causing his leash to slide smoothly out from under Eddie’s legs, rendering him untangled at last.

Eddie blinks, suddenly he’s untangled and Captain is jumping up onto you, ever the hugger.  

He finally gets his head out of his ass and jogs up to you, grabbing Captain’s leash and yanking him off of you.

“Bad boy, Captain.  We’re supposed to ask for consent before hugging pretty girls.”

Eddie is elated when he spots a blush crawling up your cheeks.  You stand and brush yourself off.

“It’s really okay.  Captain has my consent to hug me any time he wants!”  Your voice had risen to a puppy-talk octave, Eddie never imagined he’d find that so adorable.  You lean down again to scratch Captain behind the ears, and the dog looks up at you with stars in his eyes.  Eddie, having caught a whiff of your perfume as you bent down, is sporting the same look.

You straighten up with a happy sigh and look up at Eddie with a grin. 

“Well then, now that we’re all introduced, how can I help you?”

Eddie all at once forgets why he’s here, caught up in your beautiful gaze.  He feels like he should shield his eyes from yours, lest he burst into flames from taking in your beauty. 

“I’m—uh...I’m grooming.   N-no, that’s not right, sorry.”  You giggle quietly while he tries to finish his sentence.

Eddie laughs at his own stupidity.  

“Sorry.  He’s getting groomed, he should have an appointment under Harrington I think?”

“Sure, let me check on that.” You turn away from him to walk back towards the front desk, and boy is it a treat for Eddie.  You’re wearing a cute company t-shirt, white sneakers, and these perfect fucking denim jeans that cause Eddie’s to get a little tighter.  They must’ve been tailor-made for you with the way they’re hugging your thighs, your hips, your ass–

“Alright, I’m seeing that Captain is just here for his routine trim, yes?”  You look from your computer screen up at Eddie to find him already staring at you with his mouth slightly open.  The look on his face makes you giggle a bit, and this seems to snap him out of his daze.

“Uh, yes.  That sounds right.”  Eddie shakes his head a bit to rid himself of all the impure thoughts swirling around in there.  “I’m just bringing him in for a friend, so whatever’s on there should be right.”

You pretend to type some more as you try and find the will to push down the blush warming your cheeks.  You already clocked that he was gorgeous when he stumbled through the front doors, but how in the hell does he keep getting better?  You noticed the bulge of his bicep when he yanked Captain off of you, the warm chestnut color of his eyes, and now his super-sexy-deep voice?  Being turned on at work was not on your agenda today…

After a few seconds of nonsense typing and very deep breaths, you look back up at Eddie to find him smiling at you.

“That’s really sweet of you, to help out your friend.”

Eddie puffs out his chest (as though he hasn’t been mentally complaining about watching Steve’s dog for multiple hours).  

“Yeah, I do what I can to help.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders in a way he hopes comes across as ’Yeah baby, I’m just a helpful guy.  Super nice, super sweet, definitely boyfriend material..’

You grin and finish getting Captain all checked in.  

“Alrighty!  Captain’s all good to go.  I can get him taken back and then we’ll see you in three hours.”  

Your sweet smile has Eddie captivated until he realizes you’re holding your hand out for Captain’s leash.  Eddie reluctantly hands it over, because now he has to wait a whole three hours to see you again.  You take the leash, wave ‘bye’ to Eddie, and walk through the door that leads to the rest of the salon.  Eddie lets out a deep sigh.

Goddamnit.

—

Three hours turned out to feel more like three days when it meant waiting to see your face again.  Eddie arrived fifteen minutes early to the salon (a first) and waited anxiously for Captain’s scheduled pickup time to roll around.  Eddie strutted into the salon not a second too late before screeching to a halt.

In your place, stood a much older, much rounder lady.  Eddie deflated a little, cursing himself for not finding out if you’d even be here at this time.  He huffs out a breath, and begins walking up to the front desk. 

Then, a thought pops into his head.

Maybe, if he’s nice enough, he can ask the older woman about you.  Then at least he’d have your name and maybe even when you were working next!

Eddie decides it’s time to amp up the ol’ Munson Charm.

His tentative walk turns into a swagger-filled stroll as he reaches the front desk.  Eddie leans on an elbow and smiles a devilish smile down at the woman.  She looks up at him with wide eyes as he dings the silver bell that sits on the desk, winking at her while he does it.

“H-How can I help you sir?”

“Oh sweetheart, please…call me Eddie.”  He goes on after she spends a moment too long gazing up at him, “And who might you be?”

She gulps and straightens her horned glasses.  “B-Betty.  Betty Brown.”

“Hello, Betty Brown,” Eddie can tell his charming smile is having an effect on her, and he’d be lying if it wasn’t boosting his ego a tiny bit.  “I’m here to pick up my dog, Captain.  Brought him by a few hours ago to get his haircut…you know how he likes to impress the ladies.”

Betty nods and takes a deep breath before turning to the computer to try and hide her smile. 

“Okay, Mr. Eddie.  I checked him out with the card on file, he should be up here shortly.” 

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie waits a moment, before launching into his plan.  “I was actually hoping you could help me with a little something else.” 

Betty looks back up at him, blushing when they make eye contact.

“See, when I was in here earlier, there was a really nice girl helping me out.  But, silly me, I completely forgot to ask what her name was.”

To Eddie’s delight, Betty’s face lights up in recognition.  She says your name with so much glee that it’s obvious to him how loved you must be around here.

“Yes, she got off an hour ago.  She usually works the morning shifts, except on Fridays because those are her days off.”

Eddie quickly learned that underneath Betty’s bashful smile was a woman who loved to talk, and he couldn’t be happier for it.  Eddie quickly learned how long you’ve worked here, that you don’t have any pets of your own, and that last Christmas you brought the most delicious homemade cookies for the entire staff.  He also learned that you’ll be working again for the next two mornings.  

Eddie left with Captain and a smile on his face, but not before pressing a kiss to sweet, sweet Betty’s hand.  Thanks to her, Eddie’s confidence is restored and he actually thinks he might have a shot with you.  All he has to do now is figure out what his reasons will be for coming back to the salon two days in a row.  

–

He spent all evening pacing around the Harrington’s house trying to come up with excuses to come see you.  All of the ones he’d thought of so far made him look like even more of a jackass than he did today.  

I thought I might’ve dropped my wallet somewhere around here.  A gorgeous girl isn’t going to want to go out with a guy who drops his shit everywhere.  Pass.

I think Captain needs a little more of a haircut, maybe just another half inch off?  First of all, Eddie doesn’t know shit about haircuts.  He’s been doing his own with kitchen scissors in his bathroom mirror for over a decade.  Second, he would never risk potentially offending you and your work as a dog groomer on the off chance that you’re the one who cut Captain’s hair.  And lastly, for a dog, he’s got to admit that Captain looks pretty damn good after his appointment.  Who knew a dog could look so regal and majestic?  Anyways, PASS.

It was only after Eddie had plopped down on the leather couch with a huff of defeat that he heard the first few plinks of raindrops hitting the windows.  Eddie went to his phone to check the forecast for the rest of the night, and as luck would have it, there was a 100% chance of thunderstorms until tomorrow morning.  As all the pieces of his new plan began stitching themselves together, Eddie finally allowed himself to relax.

–

Eddie used to hate his “backyard,” if you could even call it that.  Behind the trailer was a medium sized patch of dirt, with some sorry-looking green plant-things trying their best to survive scattered about.  The only times Eddie would really look forward to going outside to play as a kid, much to Wayne’s dismay, was when it rained.  Because when it rained, the once dry and grainy surface turned into slippery, messy mud.  Eddie used to love sliding around and making mud pies and all of that stuff, and right now it seems like Captain is having just as much fun, if not more, than Eddie used to.  

The yard was fenced in, so Eddie wasn’t too worried about Captain running away despite Steve’s promises that he’s ‘leash-trained’.  Eddie planned to tell you otherwise though.

‘He just somehow managed to get away from me.  Yeah, I had to chase him all through the mud and dirt this morning.  But I caught him because I’m like, really fast and strong and stuff.’

He does feel a little guilty about lying to you.  But he figures that if it’s something the two of you can laugh over at your wedding someday, then it’s well worth the little white lies.

Eddie’s brought back from his reverie of you in a long, white dress by Captain dropping the mud-soaked tennis ball at his feet…again.

He couldn’t believe how much energy this dog had.  They’d already been out here for twenty minutes and Captain just kept going and going.  Eddie did have to admit, it was sort of fun watching him play.  He even found himself laughing out loud when Captain would get the ball stuck in a puddle of mud and not hesitate to dunk his entire head in to retrieve it.  There was even one point where Captain got so excited and amped up that he just zoomed around in circles over and over again. 

Maybe dogs aren’t so bad after all.

After another ten minutes of chasing around the now mud-covered tennis ball, Captain decides he’s done playing and sits down at Eddie’s feet.  Eddie can’t help but notice that he’s panting pretty hard.  “You must be thirsty, huh?”

Eddie runs inside the trailer to grab a tupperware bowl and fills it with cold water from the tap.  He hopes to god that Captain hasn’t run away already, he’s decided to really put Steve’s whole “leash training” thing to the test.  But sure enough, when Eddie shoves his front door open there he is, sitting nicely at the foot of the trailer’s steps.  Eddie pats his head, then promptly wipes the flaky, dried mud off onto his jeans.  “Good boy.” 

After Captain is done drinking water, Eddie looks him over to ensure that he is completely and totally covered head-to-toe in mud.  Letting out a satisfied sigh, he decides that it’s time for the next stage of his plan to take action.  

He loads Captain into the back of his van (Eddie makes sure to drive especially slow, and Captain pretty much lays down the whole time) and he sets off towards the salon.  

–

Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation as he puts his van into park.  He’s ecstatic when he sees your beautiful face smiling after two customers as they exit the salon.  Eddie turns around in his seat to see Captain.

“Okay, buddy.  It’s showtime.  I need you to bring your A-game and be a real good wingman for me in there.  Got it?”

Captain tilts his head at Eddie, as though he didn’t understand a thing he said, but then straightens up and lets out a firm bark.  A laugh bursts out of Eddie as he turns the van off and goes to get Captain from the back.  Before rounding the side of his van, and while he’c completely out of your sight, he does a quick smell test on his pits and breath, and then double checks his hair and teeth in the reflection of his rear windows.  After deeming himself presentable, he takes a big deep breath.

“Don’t be stupid, Munson.  Think charming thoughts,” he says under his breath as he starts towards the front door.  

–

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sticking around fifteen minutes after your shift was over yesterday in the hopes that Eddie would decide to come back early to pick up Captain.  It’s rare that a guy comes into the salon who looks to be around your age and single, but it’s much rarer that they’re as good-looking as Eddie is.  You spent the entire drive home and the rest of the night fantasizing about his voice, his big hands, his laugh.  You wondered what he did while he waited for Captain’s appointment to be done, what his favorite movie was, his favorite food…But most of all, you wondered if you were making up this mutual attraction in your head?  The nervous stuttering and blushing could just be from nervousness, but he was definitely staring at you a few times.  You also wonder whether or not you had actually caught him staring at your ass…but maybe it’s best not to get ahead of yourself.  Maybe he has a girlfriend.  Maybe he doesn’t even see you that way?  Maybe you should get a grip because you’re basing all of this delusion fantasy off of a ten minute conversation you had with the guy.  Leave it to you to construct a made-up scenario in your head after a short interaction with a new crush.

Be that as it may…you still made sure to carve out an extra half hour to get ready for your shift today.  You blow-dried your hair using your fancy products, spent quite a bit of time on your makeup, and spritzed some perfume on before you left.  You even made sure to wear the same jeans as you did the day before, just in case he was looking. 

The first half of your shift was spent hunched over the front desk, it was an extremely slow day so far.  You found yourself perking up a bit whenever a dark haired individual would walk by the front of the salon, only to droop back down again at the realization that it wasn’t who you wished it was.  With all the rain that came down in Hawkins last night, you figured more people would be making last minute appointments to have their dogs bathed, you’d hoped that today would be busy enough to keep your mind from wandering to a certain pair of warm, brown eyes.  But as your shift crawled towards the halfway point, suddenly things started looking up.

As excited as you were to spot a familiar gorgeous man walking into the salon again, you couldn’t conceal the look of shock on your face once your eyes landed on his mud-covered companion.

“Oh–oh my god!”  Eddie couldn’t quite read your expression, but he was relieved to hear a laugh bubble out of you after your exclamation.  He stood there sheepishly for a moment before he remembered his plan: Be. Charming.

You walk out from behind the desk with a hand covering your mouth, not quite believing what you were seeing.  There stood Captain, proudly smiling and panting, covered head to paw in mud.  Another laugh bubbled out of you, and you were pleased to find Eddie laughing with you.  

Goddamnit, that’s a sexy laugh he’s got.

“What…what happened to you?” You say to Captain, bending down to gently pat his head. 

“This absolute miscreant here got out of the house this morning and found himself a nice, muddy yard to roll around in.”  Eddie looked at you with a grin that made your knees weak.

He looked you up and down while you straightened back up.  Was there a way for someone to get a thousand times more beautiful overnight?

A blush rose to your cheeks as you caught him checking you out.  That settles it, he’s definitely flirting with you.  If he can be so forward about it, maybe you can too.

You look up at Eddie through your lashes, making sure to flutter them a couple times for good measure.

“Aw.  And here I was thinking you’d gotten him all dirty just so you could come and see me again.”

Eddie stills.  

Fuck, he can’t believe how hot you are. 

 Fuck, was his plan really that shitty?  Did you just call him out?  

Eddie’s panicking is subdued by your quiet giggle.  Thank god, you were kidding.

“It’s a good thing you managed to catch him, he looks like the type to go on an adventure in the woods.”  Eddie startles, quickly realizing he’d been full-on staring at you while conducting his mental freak-out.

“Oh, yeah.  I’m–like….fast…” Eddie can feel himself getting lost in your eyes as you stare up at him.  His words trail off into oblivion, nothing else exists other than your pretty smile, the little crinkles next to your eyes, your lips…

Holy shit, is Eddie staring at your lips right now?  Is he going to kiss you?  God, you hope he does, you’ve been fantasizing about his lips for hours now.  You can’t let him kiss you right here in the lobby…can you?

Eddie shakes his head a little, breaking himself from the trance you put him under.  

“Ahem, yeah,” Eddie loudly cleared his throat ,”It was no big deal, really.  He’s a good dog, came right back after he realized he was in the wrong.”  Eddie looked down at Captain, only to find him looking right back up at him, obviously judging him for his outright lies.  Eddie looks up at you, shrugging and shaking his head disapprovingly.  He lets out a big, over dramatic sigh ,”I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with this one.”

“Well it’s obviously not his fault,” you reply, “Look at that face!  That face could never do anything wrong.  I should know, I’m actually his lawyer.”  Eddie spots your poorly concealed smirk and decides to jump head first into this bit with you, excited to see if you can keep up.

“Oh really?”  He crosses his arms and takes a tiny step towards you.  This causes his t-shirt to pull taught around his arms, accentuating his biceps.  Your mouth waters a bit.

“Yes, really.  My client is as innocent as they come.”  You place your hands on your hips and look up at him with a level of sass Eddie had no idea you were capable of.  He decides that he loves it. 

“Huh, that’s interesting.  I totally object.” 

“Are you implying that he acted with intent?  Are you attempting to slander my client?” You place your hand on your chest in a “pearl-clutching” type of way, Eddie stifles a laugh.

“I am indeed.  He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran out that door, the evidence is all over his fur,” Eddie replies.

“My client was just following his nose, any mess that ensued was purely circumstantial.  He is innocent of any and all wrongdoing.”  Eddie feels like he’s got stars in his eyes, he can already picture you fitting in so perfectly into a DnD campaign.  You take his pause as a sign to bring your argument home.

“This is a clear case of prosecutorial overreach.  My client was acting in the best interest of the household, ensuring that the yard was thoroughly inspected for potential threats, pests, intruders, or otherwise.  Any mud on his fur is merely a badge of his dedication to home security.”  You cross your arms, clearly having won this fake-case.  

Eddie takes a step back and starts a slow clap.  You take a tiny bow and burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m impressed, sweetheart.” You hope Eddie doesn’t see how affected you are by that nickname.  “Where the hell did all the legal jargon come from?”

“I used to watch a lot of Law and Order.”  You look down, suddenly shy with a sparkly feeling in your chest.  You really hope you didn’t come across as super weird.  It’s been a while since you’ve been able to have banter like that with someone else.  Hawkins isn’t a very diverse place, and you’ve found that the majority of the people living here tend to be pretty cookie-cutter conservative.  It feels great to let loose a little with someone you’re interested in, you just hope you’ll get more opportunities to do it.

Eddie, on the other hand, can’t stop looking at you.  Is this what falling in love feels like?  The girls in this town all seem to have made their own assumptions and come to their own conclusions about Eddie: he’s a devil worshiper, a satanist, a hookup to check off their bucket list and then never speak to again.  But not you, obviously.  You don’t look at him with the same disgust in your eyes as everyone else in this town does.  Your eyes are full of a kindness and warmth that Eddie could see himself getting used to.

“So, uh,” Eddie rambles, “What’s the verdict for Mr. Captain?”  Captain perks up at the sound of his name, you giggle at the tilt of his head.

“Hm,” You tap your finger to your chin and look off into the distance, “I think a nice, relaxing bath would do.  Maybe a couple treats, too, for being such a good boy.”  You squat down to Captain’s height to scratch him behind the ears, and Eddie can’t help but cringe a little at the flakes of dried mud that drift down off of Captain’s head and onto the floor.

You grab Captain’s leash from Eddie as you stand back up, walking him over to the desk to get him checked in at the computer.  He’s delighted to discover that you’re wearing the same pair of jeans as you were yesterday, and he mentally kicks himself for sneaking another peek at the way your hips sway as you walk.  Eddie deflates a little at the realization that this might be the end of this interaction.  He never wants to stop talking to you.  

“I’m guessing the card on file is what we’ll be using today?”  You ask sweetly, looking up at Eddie.

“Uh, yeah.  Yeah that’s just fine, thank you.” 

Holding eye contact with Eddie, you murmur “,You’re very welcome,” with a smile.

Oh, Eddie is so totally fucked.

Eddie watches as you walk Captain to the hallway door and hand his leash off to a younger girl.  You happily trot back up to the front desk and lean on it with your smiling face resting in your hands.

“Oh, you– you’re not giving him his bath?” Eddie stammers out.

“Nope.” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m stuck on front desk duty today.”  

Eddie sighs, relieved that your conversation might not be over.  He puts his elbows on the counter and leans towards you a bit. “Well, it can’t be all that bad.”

Your smile widens and you tilt your head, “I think it’s starting to get better.”

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[kinardsevan]

Buck sees an old video of Tommy during a rescue and is insanely turn on so he goes on a deep dive to find anything he can. Competency kink unlocked

It was all Evan could do to close his mouth as he stared at his brother-in-law’s phone. Chimney had mentioned the rescue earlier in the day, but fuck, something about actually seeing Tommy repel down the side of a mountain with nothing but a harness to hold him up was hot. 

It was a risky move. Granted, Evan was learning his boyfriend loved risky moves. This one in particular though, had been in an icy downpour in the middle of December. He’d been the only one tall enough to be able to make the drop between where the rope ended and the cliffside in order to reach the kids who had fallen there and get them back up into the harness so they could be pulled back up to safety. There was plenty to be said about how the rescue could’ve gotten Tommy killed, but the fact that he’d done it was hot. He’d put everyone else on the scene before himself, never mind the way his clothes were sticking to him from the rain. Even though the video was over a decade old from some news footage, just seeing had been what kept Evan going through the rest of his shift, after which he’d promptly driven to Tommy’s house, determined to get his tongue on his boyfriend's skin and lick every inch of his beautiful, beautiful chest. And that was only the beginning. 

A week and a half later, Evan was stuck on the couch, courtesy of a bad strain in his leg on a rescue of his own. He’d been ordered to sit out the following shift and rest, and of course Tommy had to work. Evan had hated it at first. At least, until he hobbled into his livingroom, halfway through an episode of Days of our Lives when the news cut in. 

It was hot. So hot that Evan had to unbutton the collar of his polo when he saw his boyfriend on the TV.

Harbor was at a scene on a highrise, trying to get people out of a partial collapse, and Tommy was fucking repelling the side of the building to get people out. The news was holding such great coverage that Evan was able to watch him get two kids, an adult, and their dog out of the building before they finally switched to an interview with Chief Simpson. And it was right about that time that Evan realized he was hard. He groaned at the realization, far too frustrated from the way watching his boyfriend work affected him, and even more frustrated at having to solve his own problem. 

Still, he didn’t forget. 

Nine hours later when Tommy stumbled through the doorway to the loft, Evan was at the door, waiting. He promptly shoved Tommy back against it and hit his knees. Tommy furrowed a brow, running a hand through Evan’s hair as he looked down at him. 

“What’s happening right now,” he asked, a little incredulously.

“Watched my sexy ass boyfriend save an entire family today,” Evan replied, unzipping his pants and reaching into them. Tommy groaned and dropped his head back against the door. “Figured he should get a reward for that.” 

Tommy tilted his head down, ready to say that it was just his job, he wasn’t doing anything extra, only to get a full view of Evan going completely down on him, pulling a moan out of the middle of his chest. 

“Fuck, Evan- oh my god.” 

Little laughs, almost cunning. And then all the way down. Tommy jolted. And then, only because he wouldn’t be able to hold it together much longer otherwise, he pulled Evan off of him, pulled his pants back up. Evan scowled at him. 

“I was doing something,” he whined. 

Tommy shook his head, leaning down and sweeping his boyfriend up from the floor, tossing him over his shoulder like a ragdoll. 

“Sorry baby. My boyfriend said I need to do him instead. Besides, you said yours deserved a reward, and this is the one he wants.” 

[blogberthday]

Chapter 1 - Blood on the Shrine

27 Sun's Height, 4E 201. Falkreath Hold.

He had been lying there for half an hour. Blood trickled from the open wounds in his chest and from between his lips, and the left side of his chest sucked in with every breath.

'So this is how I die,' he thought. 'At the foot of a shrine to the god of the heretics I murdered.'

At least the scenery was pretty.

He had already consumed the one healing potion within reach, and it had done little to improve his condition. There was a chance that a hunter could come by with a stronger potion, sure - but what hunter would bother to heal a Thalmor Justiciar, especially one surrounded by the bodies of innocent Talos worshippers he had so cruelly killed only an hour earlier?

No.If someone were to find him, the only mercy he could hope for was a quick and quiet death.

He sighed, triggering a cough that was accompanied by the taste of iron and sharp pain in his left chest and shoulder. Everything spun. Resigned to his fate, he leaned back against the cold, bloodstained rock and closed his eyes.

The Justiciar came to to a loud bark and the smell of dog. Dogs. He hated dogs.

"Tssch! Stupid dog! Get away from me," He muttered, reaching out his hand to shoo the dog away. "I don't like dogs, and I never will. Can't you at least wait until after I've died before you eat me?"

The dog persisted, sniffing at his fingers, barking.

Determined to die in peace, the Justiciar opened his eyes and, with much difficulty, sat up straighter; pulling his hand back to cast an ice spike at the creature sitting beside him.

The world around him wobbled, and the spell sent a shard of ice shattering into the grass. Unphased by this, the dog remained, and began licking at the Justiciar's blood covered fingers.

"Urgh," the Justiciar groaned in frustration, and everything went dark.

~~~~

"Meeko? Meeko, where are you?" She raced up the hill after her furry companion, following the sound of his barking. Running past the horses on the side of the road, she crested the hill to find a massacre.

Bodies, many of them. Talos worshippers and Thalmor agents, all of them covered in blood and lying still. Instinctively, her hand went to the amulet around her neck, feeling the firmness of it, making sure it was still safely covered by her clothes. "Divines," she breathed.

Meeko barked again, sitting at the foot of the shrine by one of the bodies, whimpering and licking the bloody fingers of a Thalmor Justiciar. He was breathing. Slowly and shallowly, but he was breathing. She hesitated. Meeko looked at her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Another bark in response. "Alright, alright! I trust you." Taking a deep breath in, she tied her hair back and set to work.

Author's note: fic updated 2023/08/02 with in-fic date and location. Some minor changes to wording and punctuation. Thanks for reading! 💕

Hi! If you're reading this, thank you. This is the first and only piece of fanfic I have ever written, just days after downloading @dynamite124's Taliesin mod. While I've thought about writing fic and have admired tesblr fic authors for a long time, I've never actually written or posted anything until today! I hope that you like it, because I enjoyed writing it, and I hope to write more in the future. <3

Big shoutout to @mulberrycafe, whose Henwen fic posts inspired me to finally take the leap and post this. You don't know me, but I loved reading your work and the confidence it gave me.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Me roasting Hoenn.

Treecko: I bet this pokemon licks its eyes.

Grovyle: You had a very weird meme.

Sceptile: Do those back seeds hurt?

Torchic: The boys have small specks on their butts.

Combusken: Some pointed out that it looks like a certain body part, and now I can't unsee it.

Blaziken: The first fire/fighting starter that everyone "loves".

Mudkip: The most overused pokemon meme.

Marshtomp: It looks like it can't think.

Swampert: One razor leaf and you're dead.

Poochyena: Only known for chasing Birch.

Mightyena: Aka, Diet Houndoom.

Zigzagoon: I hope we get a tanuki pokemon that actually looks like a tanuki one day.

Linoone: Apparently, tanukis evolve into badgers.

Wurmple: Slightly more interesting than the other regional bugs due to its split evolutions.

Cascoon and Silcoon: It sucks that which evolution you get is determined by something completely out of your control.

Dustox and Beautifly: Living proof of pretty privilege.

Lotad, Lombre, and Ludicolo: Did you know these pokemon are based on kappas, a yokai known for drowning people?

Seedoot: This kind of looks like a mario enemy.

Nuzleaf: Why does it have nipples?

Shiftry: How are you able to do anything with those leaf hands?

Tailow: It's just a bird.

Swellow: You're mainly known for one of the biggest ass pulls In the anime.

Wingull and Pelliper: Why are you in every region after your introduction!?

Ralts: And the winner for most ridiculous haircut goes to...

Kirlia: Your haircut has gotten slightly better, but only slightly.

Gardevoir: Poor thing was rule 34ed beyond repair.

Surskit: Ah. =)

Masquerain: You have to be the most forgettable gen 3 pokemon.

Shroomish: I can't unsee the clip where someone flipped its face upside down and made another face.

Breloom: AKA: The kangashroom.

Slakoth: I wish people could be as chill as this guy.

Vigoroth: The caffeine addict pokemon.

Slaking: Oh my gosh, it's the man behind all those live action Disney remakes!

Nincada and Ninjask: They went from having a super cool type combo to having the most overused bug combo ever.

Shedinja: Don't go looking at its back.

Whismur: Why does it have a butt hole!?

Loudred: It's so ugly!!!

Exploud: Why would anyone want to train such a loud pokemon!?

Makuhita and Hariyama: It's sumo time!!!

Azurill: This pokemon created the first pokemon trans icon.

Nosepass: How big are its boogers?

Skitty: Too bad You're only known for being able to breed with a whale.

Delcatty: Look at that neck pillow.

Sableye: I feel like if it could talk, it would sound like Stitch.

Mawile: How heavy is your mouth hair?

The Aron line: Why would you create metal termites!?

Meditite: It looks like it's wearing a diaper.

Medicham: Now it looks like a pingas!

Electrike and Manectric: I would've never known that these were supposed to be dogs if people didn't tell me.

Plusle and Minun: These pokemon only exist to show off the new(at the time) double battle mechanic.

Volbeat and Illumise: Zzzz....

Roselia: You should've been a gen 4 pokemon.

Gulping and Swalot: Their names are such a dirty mind test.

Carvanha and Sharpedo: Apparently, piranhas evolve into sharks.

Wailmer: Not nearly as memorable as your evolution.

Warlord: And you're only known for being able to breed with a tiny cat.

Numel: The slowpoke for camel lovers.

Camerupt: You're Maxie's ace pokemon, and you're still forgettable.

Spoink: I would hate to have to bounce all the time to stay alive.

Grumpig: Miss Piggy without her makeup.

Spinda: If you're trying to catch every spinda variant, then you have no life.

Trapinch: This was the bane of my existence in X and Y.

Vibrava and Flygon: The "Why aren't these bug/dragon type" pokemon.

Cacnea and Cacturne: I'm gonna add these pokemon to my list of reasons to never go to the desert.

Swablu and Altaria: Mmmm... cotton candy...

Zangoose: Don't leave this pokemon alone with your pet snake

Seviper: Shiny killers, shiny killers, shiny killers!

Lunatone and Solrock: Shouldn't you two be in the super star daycare?

Barboach: More like barbitch!

Wishcash: This pokemon eats masterballs for breakfast!

Corphish and Crawdaunt: Mmmm...crawfish...

Baltoy: Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay.

Claydol: Ah, yes. Biblically accurate pokemon.

Lileep: You'd think the first rock/grass type would look more interesting.

Cradilly: Don't lie. You also used to think Cradilly's eyes were its teeth.

Anorith: Stop staring at me with them big old eyes!

Armaldo: A another shiny ruined by the saturation of the 3d era.

Feebas and Milotic: Ugly duckling but with fish.

Castform: How does it feel to have gone years without shinies for your alternative forms?

Kecleon: How are you able to hide from opponents when the stripe on your belly doesn't change?

Shuppet and Banette: You two really need therapy.

Duskull: You're just a bully.

Dusclops: I don't like how it feels like it's staring into my soul.

Tropius: Are those bananas removable, asking for a friend.

Chimecho: Who are you again?

Absol: The emo pokemon.

Wynaut: Was this pokemon really necessary?

Snorunt: It looks so puntable!

Galie: Why do you look so pissed, man?

Spheal: I can't roast perfection.

Sealeo: Your mustache looks like cut-up paper.

Walrein: Who else used to think this pokemon was a pseudo legendary?

Clampearl: Give me them pearls!

Huntail and Gorebyss: Everyone keeps talking about how Remoraid evolving into Octillery makes no sense, but what about these guys?

Relicanth: How have you survived for so long while also being able to die from a single vine whip?

Luvdisc: Boring pokemon, cool shiny.

Bagon: How are you able to do anything with those practically nonexistent arms!?

Shelgon: Another cacoon pokemon.

Salamance: I'm glad you can finally fly, but is shooting all those beams of energy necessary?

Beldum: Just stay in the ball, damn you!

Metang: Hide your Nosepasses.

Metagross: I've got nothing. This is such a cool pokemon.

The regis: I can take you all down with one fighting type!

Latias and Latios: The only difference between their megas is their eye color!

Kyogre and Groudon: Someone clearly has an unfair advantage.

Rayquaza: Its mega has to be the most op thing in the franchise!

Jirachi: I wish Gamefreak would just give us a fire/fairy type already!

Deoxys: The ultrabeast before ultrabeasts.

[ellayuki]

we're all made of glitter and nightmares (and baby, we thrive)

Tsubasa Chronicle Month 2023

- Day 29: Puppies

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“Don't even think about it, kid.”

Syaoran looks up at him, eyes wide and almost shimmering. He’s surrounded by what seems like a couple dozen pups (there’s maybe six of them, eight at most, but to Kurogane it feels like there are double, triple the amount solely because of what he knows will likely happen come evening), each one trying harder to climb all over him in order to lick at his hands and face. 

“Kurogane-san, we can’t just leave them here,” the boy says, expression halfway between pleading and determined. “The weather forecast said there’s probably going to be a storm tonight. We can at least shelter them until tomorrow.”

Nope. Not happening. “If you think that blasted mage or your princess will be able to shoo them out tomorrow, you really don’t know them. I’m not taking care of a bunch of dogs, too. The lot of you give me enough headaches as is.”

Syaoran stands up, one of the tiny puppies cradled to his chest. “I will look after them until we move on to the next world. Maybe find them homes before then,” he says, as serious as when he talks about his mission to gather the princess’ memories. Kurogane hates to admit that he’s a bit impressed by the boy’s wholehearted determination. “I’ll make sure they won’t trouble you, Kurogane-san.”

Honestly, Kurogane isn’t all that bothered with the dogs themselves. They’re small, and they look underfed, and he feels sorry for them. What annoys him is- “Good grief, I can already hear the damn mage. ‘Little Puppy and Kuro-puppy brought home a litter of tiny puppies, how adorable!’” He imitates, and knows he’s got the voice down to a T when the kid’s eyes widen and he hurries to stifle a burst of laughter. “And the White Bun’s gonna sing his tune and be just as annoying.”

“Probably, yes,” Syaoran says, smiling still. “But I think it’ll be worth it.”

[minoshkakotoshka]

Laika

I am dying. It is true, in Moscow we live dying, but this is different. Dying of sadness is a thousand times worse than slowly starving to death because it’s close to impossible to find a scrap to eat in winter. We are scavenging for food when my mother is hit by a truck. Now she lies on the pavement, her eyes glazed with sadness, her life slipping away. The driver doesn’t even glance back after he runs her over. I pull her out of the way, but I cannot take her to the nook where we take shelter from the cold at night. I lick her face. I nudge her with my nose for encouragement. She locks her gaze in mine until her last breath disappears in a curlicue of ice. I howl with despair. Other dogs come to investigate. One of them is my brother. He lies next to me, sad, though not undone like me because he left us sometime ago. At first he doesn’t say anything, but when the cold presses down on us like an icy slab, he pushes me away to take shelter. From a doorway we watch as our mother freezes. 

The next morning, she is torn from the street by the machine that scraps ice from the pavement. My heart shatters. I try to throw myself over the remains of the mother who protected me until the day she died, but my brother stops me. Dying in Moscow is easy, he tells me. Here you die every day of hunger, of cold, or cooked in a trash can by the vagrants who die of the same things we do and on top of it kill themselves with alcohol. Only those who are vigilant survive, he reminds me. Despite his warning, my enormous sorrow weighs on me like a shackle and I become clumsy. I am snared by the dog catchers. 

From the cage where they lock me, I watch them go after my brother. Fortunately, a heart fat with sadness does not drag him down. He jumps away when they throw the net over him. I am able to breathe again. He runs away as if chased by demos; I know that I will never see him again. 

I throw up my guts from bouncing in my cage when the truck lurches at full speed. From the choking smell that permeates the black box where I’m caged, I realize that I am not the only one vomiting fear. The streets of Moscow, where death lurks around every corner, I know well. What terrifies me is not knowing what lies beyond this darkness. 

After what seems like an eternity, the truck stops with a scream of brakes. I am bruised from bouncing in the cage, with a heart that wants to flee my throat. The metal curtain that hid the light rises noisily. I flatten myself on the floor wishing to become invisible. A man inspects the cages. The terrified barking of the other dogs is deafening. Stray dogs don’t dare to expect kindness from humans. We are the scum of the animal world, as hated as rats even though we are descendants of the same wolf that domesticated herself out of pity for the naked creatures she found cowering in a cave. Instinct told her that they needed her protection. We haven’t left man’s side ever since. 

For some reason unknown to me, my mother’s line ended up on the streets, where we are chased to be put in cages while our captive brothers are bought for thousands of rubles. I don’t understand how captivity and a piece of paper can determine someone’s worth, but this is the way humans have decreed it. They all share the urge to categorize and confine, to control everything by assigning it numbers so that they can know where each thing, each individual, each organism is. Freedom from this—my kind of freedom—is appalling to them. They combat it rabidly. 

I wonder what the she-wolf who nursed the twins she found naked in the forest would say now, upon seeing the importance that the descendants of those babies give to the gilded cages they build for themselves or the bills I sometimes see rolling on the streets. When I am indifferent to them because even I can tell they are just pieces of paper, I have seen men fall on their knees to take them. They clutch them adoringly and press them to their lips. More than one has struck me with his boot upon realizing that I am watching, therefore I observe them from afar, still unable to fathom how a scrap of paper can be given so much worth whilst life is so devalued. 

The metal curtain is going down again when a sudden command stops its fall. The box is dimly lit, the foul smells in full bloom. I venture a glance. A man is watching me. He instructs someone to take me out of the cage. His name is Oleg Gazenko; he is the man who saves my life to kill me. 

The driver brings me to him. Gazenko lifts my lip to see my teeth. Apparently satisfied, he then inspects my ears and my coat. After that, he pats my head. I kiss his hand not knowing that the other one conceals a dagger. I become his faithful friend, I, who has never had a master. 

Albina and Mushka, veterans already when I arrive, find my enthusiasm amusing. Those two are true cynics. Gazenko is surprised because I never fight with them and decides that the reason is my phlegmatic character. He does not know that this is the nature of strays. Only those who live dying know what it is to survive by the skin of our teeth. 

I am bathed, my nails are clipped, my ears cleaned, my eyes treated with eyedrops. I am dewormed, blood is drawn, my chest is shaved and smeared with iodine. I am connected to devices that measure my blood pressure, my heart rate, my breathing, my bowel movements. After a full battery of tests, I am put in a cage and fed a high nutrition content gel. I throw it up immediately because I am not used to nourishing food. 

Gazenko comes to see me. He pats my head and sits down to read. When he catches me looking, he reads aloud. The following week he orders for me to be put in a smaller cage, and still my enthusiasm does not diminish. I sell my life in exchange for two daily meals. 

Mushka is the first to travel. When she returns, she is plugged to the machines for a complete checkup. Stress knotted her guts, she shakes with pain. She is purged without result. She is under observation for days but does not improve. Nikita Khrushchev, a blood-thirsty pen pusher turned tyrant, gives order for the Sputnik II to be launched in November to mark the anniversary of the October Revolution. Hard-pressed for time, Gazenko decides it is me who will go. Time is running out; I will take Mushka’s place. 

Jealous because it was Stalin who turned Russia into a super power, Khrushchev wants to be great, but his petty bureaucratic heart won’t permit it. Unable to admit his inadequacy, he tyrannizes whomever is subject to him, which is practically all of Russia. He unleashes his wrath against the space scientists because they cannot make the Sputnik return to Earth once it has been launched. 

“Ready or not,” Khrushchev decrees, “you will launch the Sputnik.” 

The scientists are aware that sending me to outer space will be my death, yet nobody dares contradict the madman; he wants to prove to the Americans that in the space race, Russia has the lead. Albina, Mushka, Strelka, Belka, me, are instruments to magnify his vanity. 

Oleg Gazenko and doctor Vladimir Yazdovsky call a press conference to announce the launch of the Sputnik with me in it. The photographers take my picture inside of my simulated interstellar capsule. I wear my Outer Space harness, but it does not impress the photographers. A Pravda reporter decides to slide a fish bowl on my head. They call me Laika when I bark to protest the outrage. 

I receive bags full of letters that Gazenko reads to me. Someone answers them and I put my paw print on the page, just as Rin-Tin- Tin did with his film contracts. Gazenko knows that I like to hear him read, but he doesn’t know that I prefer books because almost all the letters say the same thing. When he realizes that I lose interest, he takes a book from a drawer, reads a paragraph, and laughs. 

“Listen, Laika,” he tells me using my new name. I bow my head to indicate I am all ears even though the name does not please me. “War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.” Gazenko doubles-over with laughter. “This is how it is in the West.” 

In the next bag of letters comes a request for a photo session. After the photo shoot I give interviews to the русские газеты, then I am invited to appear on television. Shortly after that, Khrushchev sends for me. 

Gazenko takes advantage of the meeting to remind him of the Sputnik’s problem. He tells him that if I am sent to space as it is, I will not return. From the sudden tick on the tyrants eye, I gather that the only thing that matters to him is that his decrees are obeyed, no matter how deadly they might be. He wants the Sputnik to be launched, and he wants Laika to be in it. He is too busy planning the parade of the Revolution, where he will take center stage, to care whether I make it back or not. 

“Have you decided what to do?” the dictator asks when he tires of being photographed with me. 

“The amount of oxygen that the Sputnik can carry is limited,” Gazenko explains. “If the Sputnik does not return before the oxygen runs out, the cosmonaut will asphyxiate. It’ll be devastating for the Russian people to know that their space hero died such a cruel death.” 

The dictator’s eye redoubles its twitching. “Then the people mustn’t find out.” 

“Of course, Mr. Premier,” Gazenko bows to conceal his outrage. “Maybe with you being so wise, you can suggest a more humane alternative?” 

“Why not poison the food?” Khrushchev says, checking his watch. 

“You’re right, Mr. Premier,” Gazenko says, gripping my leash. “I don’t know why I didn’t think about it.” 

Khrushchev pats him on the back in exactly the same manner he patted my head moments before. “I can’t always think for everyone, eh? I’ll give instructions for a signed photograph to be sent to you.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Premier.” 

“That’s an honor I don’t grant to everybody, but I know that you will earn it,” Khrushchev says. He leaves the studio without even glancing at me again. I am already dead to him. 

Albina and Mushka conspire to share their food with me. They insist on fattening me up so that I don’t have to eat the capsule’s poisoned rations. They remind me that before wolves self-domesticated, our ancestors survived the glacial cold hibernating like bears. They advise me to cocoon in the capsule once it begins to orbit. It then occurs to me to ask what happens to the dogs that are not taken from the truck. 

They are taken to the pound, Mushka tells me because she is the one who has traveled. To be put down. My heart lodges in my throat at the thought of my brother. Now he is young and agile and can evade the nets of the dog catchers and the skewers of the indigent, but what will happen to him when he grows old? Strays are aware that we cannot hope for anything better than the fate we’ve been dealt. Ours is a hard life and we live it as it comes. On the streets we are at the mercy of the elements, of the cars that run us over, of the homeless who eat us, of the master who abandons us because the protection pact sealed inside of a cave thousands of years ago, no longer matters to him. 

Roman Centurions trained us as warriors. Our masters dressed us in armor and we marched beside their horses. We have been giving our lives for our masters for thousands of years without a second thought because that is our nature, except it is one thing to give our lives willingly, another for the master we have protected since the beginning of time to rob us of life whenever it suits him. 

On 30 October 1957, doctor Yazdovsky takes me to his house. I spend the afternoon playing with his children, surprised, grateful, in love with them, in awe of my own yearning to belong to this family. I let the little ones pet me, I permit them to pull my tail, I run after a stick even though I am a cosmonaut because it feels good to pretend that I am a cherished pet who has a loving family. 

When they tire of playing, the children ply me with so much candy, that my stomach aches. As in so many other occasions, I think about my brother, about the pieces of my mother being swept by the wind. I surprise myself wishing I was one of those dogs with a place in the heart of the family and not this mockery of a pet that I am permitted to be for one afternoon. I want this house for myself, this garden, these children. I want to feel their hands stroking my fur, not the hands that shave it before they connect me to a tangle of sensors. I want this life so much, that my insides ache when Yazdovsky takes me back to the lab that night. “I wanted to do something for her, even if it was just a small gesture. The poor thing has so little time left!” 

Gazenko does not respond. He locks me in my cage and goes back to his office in worried silence. 

The following day, the Izvestia and Pravda photographers show up to document the historical moment. Gazenko supervises my bath, the shaving, the smear of iodine on the raw patches of my skin, then he feeds me. I wear my space harness for the photo session and Gazenko takes me to the Sputnik. I settle in my pod, where the photographers take more photos. Once they leave, Gazenko removes the harness and connects me to the monitors. He caresses my ears without realizing that he smells of sadness and regret. I kiss the murderous hand one last time. 

I spend two days locked in the capsule without anything happening, bored, constipated, sleeping all day because there isn’t anything to do. When the device that releases my food doles out my ration, I don’t touch it, as I promised Mushka. The second time I do this, Gazenko comes to investigate. He stays with me until I eat both rations. Because I’m constipated, the double ration gives me gas. Gazenko leaves. 

The Sputnik II is finally launched on 3 November. The supersonic speed with which I am catapulted to outer space very nearly kills me. My fur pulls back, my eyes roll in my head, my lips curl away from my teeth. I gasp for air, my ears ring, my teeth chatter. The sudden calm that follows the violent launch takes me by surprise. My ears are ringing still. 

I spend the following hours memorizing the sounds of the capsule, the purr of the machines, the wild beating of my heart, until fatigued, I doze. 

Upon awakening, I eat my first ration even though I promised not to touch the food. Stress makes me hungry. Within six hours of being in orbit, the capsule begins to overheat. Connected in my pod, I feel that I am cooking alive. I jump with such force, that I disconnect from the devices. I don’t land on the floor. I try to run, but the only thing that I achieve is to spin from one end of the Sputnik to the other without knowing where is up and where is down. I am so scared, that I stop being constipated. 

The moment I disconnect myself, Russia stops receiving my vitals. The technical crew thinks I am dead. Energy consumption is reduced to a minimum. This lowers the temperature of the capsule, which is perhaps what saves me from boiling alive in that pot. When the temperature reaches a near freezing point, I manage to descend back into my pod. I roll in my blankets and fall into a comatose sleep. 

Every now and then, I rouse. My world is black. Silent now that Russia disconnected everything. Sometimes I see shooting stars pass by or the blue marble that I circle again and again. I feel cold and close my eyes again. 

Nikita Khrushchev sends Gazenko an autographed photograph. Bent over with grief, he puts it in the bin. He wants to retire, but the dictator orders him to go on with his work. The Sputnik II continues to orbit Earth. The Russian people continue to believe that I am alive. Personnel at the base declare me dead without knowing that I cling to life. They are ordered not to reveal the truth. 

Gazenko begs the engineers not to make the same mistake with Strelka and Belka, who are sent to space in 1960. He urges his team to find a way to make certain the Sputnik III does return. 

Upon her return, Strelka mates with a pedigreed dog. One of her puppies is presented to President Kennedy as a gift. The leader of the Western World is resentful because the cosmonaut dogs have Russian names instead of being called Rover or Fido. To add insult to injury, Yuri Gagarin makes his first trip to outer space in the Vostok 1 in 1961. He goes beyond the moon at full speed without thinking about landing to stick a flag there. 

When people ask about my fate, Khrushchev announces that the Sputnik II was lost in space. He even manages to squeeze a tear out of his treacherous eye. But I don’t die in the Sputnik six hours after being put in orbit nor am I lost in space as the world is led to believe. I do not suffocate from lack of oxygen. I am not poisoned because after the first ration I don’t touch the food again. Like my ancestors in stressful situations, I fall into deep hibernation. Almost without realizing it, I do 2570 orbits around the Earth before its force of gravity pulls back the Sputnik in April 1958. 

Because of the haste with which the launch was planned thanks to the dictator’s wish to be celebrated as a hero, the engineers were not given enough time to find a way to reduce the Sputnik’s friction during reentry. Not until later is it discovered that a hydraulic system is the solution to the problem of atmospheric reentry. 

As I promised to Albina and Mushka, I cling to life. I yelp with joy when I feel the pull of gravity, when I see that the Earth’s Orb is no longer a blue marble, but a sphere that looms larger and larger as I approach it. 

I am so happy, that I forgive Gazenko. Gladness makes me yearn to kiss his hand again. And if I get a chance, I will sink my teeth into Khrushchev’s. I can’t wait to see Mushka and Albina, to surprise Strelka and Belka, for Yazdovsky to bring me back to his house as he promised his children. I shall run after a ball until I’m so tired that I stumble, I will feel the children’s hands on my fur, I will let them feed me candy until my belly aches, then at night, after the children go to bed, I will curl by Yazdovsky’s feet because my most ardent desire in life is to belong to a family. 

The capsule disintegrates upon reentering Earth. 

[scriveyner]

always summer #22

always summer #22: 69 | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1900 words

They had been hiking for the better part of the afternoon, through dense, shaded forest and up a gently sloping mountain trail. Akutagawa hadn’t seen any hikers since they set out in the early morning, leaving Dazai on one of the old wooden benches, Chuuya’s hat over his eyes. Supposedly they were hiking one of the trails as well, but as Dazai had seemed less than enthused with the activity he wouldn’t be surprised to see the car gone whenever they returned to the trailhead.

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It was nice, to be out in nature. He could hear the animals moving about around them—a wild deer had crossed the trail ahead of them, it froze when it noticed the intruders, and then was gone with a flick of its white tail, vanishing into the trees.

“There goes lunch,” Akutagawa said dryly, and Atsushi elbowed him.

Akutagawa had been remarkably amenable to this whole endeavor, which came as a surprise—mostly to himself. He knew Atsushi hadn’t pegged him as someone who would enjoy being outside as long as they had been, but he’d been by Atsushi’s side most of the days now, so much so that the paleness of his skin had warmed from the constant exposure to the sun.

There was a small, shallow creek that crossed the trail, with large flat stones meant to make the crossing easier. Atsushi still managed to wipe out on them and land in the shallow water, much to Akutagawa’s great amusement. Instead of deigning to follow Atsushi’s lead, Rashomon easily lifted him over the creek, and he stood, dry, on the other bank as Atsushi splashed through the ankle-high water.

Eventually, they reached a natural overlook that was marked with a pile of stones; it hadn’t been on Atsushi’s map and probably wasn’t that safe, but they sat on the rocks and looked out over the rolling hills, the ancient remnants of once-majestic mountains. Akutagawa leaned against Atsushi’s shoulder, the most contact he was willing to offer at the moment, still sweaty and gross from the climb.

“It feels like we’re the only two people in the world up here,” Atsushi said, shadowing his eyes from the sun.

Akutagawa threaded his fingers through Atsushi’s, and Atsushi looked over at him and smiled when Akutagawa leaned for a kiss. “Sometimes,” Akutagawa said, “I wish we were.”

Atsushi clearly didn’t know quite how to take that, so he ducked his head and looked away, blushing furiously and still holding Akutagawa’s hand—so he tugged Atsushi back and kissed him again.

Sometimes, when he looked at it from the outside, it still made not a single lick of sense to him that he would be here right now, walking under the midday sun, side by side with his most hated enemy. Akutagawa watched Atsushi as they walked, and he was taking in the sights and sounds of the forest around them, smile broad and open on his face—and Akutagawa was smitten all over again.

God, he was smitten. Hadn’t he come on this trip determined to pretend there was nothing left between them?

Atsushi’s face buried in the covers beside him, dropping off to sleep as he spoke; “good, ‘cause I love you too much…”

Akutagawa flushed and immediately turned his head slightly and stopped walked walking to cough.

Atsushi’s reaction was immediate, he half-turned on the trail, just a little bit ahead of Akutagawa. “Are you alright?” he asked, as Akutagawa uncapped his water to take a drink. “Has this been too much? We can head back at any time.”

“I am fine, weretiger,” Akutagawa said, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He looked up to see Atsushi looking around, clearly eying the landscape. The trees were large and old but the space between them was wider at this point in the trail, and there wasn’t that much by way of vegetation and underbrush—in fact, there were several small clearings dotted around where the sun broke through the canopy above.

Atsushi nodded his head, shifting his backpack on his back, and stepping off the trail. “Come on, we’re gonna take another break. I’m hungry anyway, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t going off the trail the number one thing we’re not supposed to do, ever, co-signed by at least four signs we passed?” Akutagawa asked.

Atsushi waved his hand in the air. “Look, you can see the trail from over here. We can spread out the blanket in my back and eat lunch and you can rest up before we start to head back.”

“We don’t need to head back; I am fine going further.” Akutagawa still didn’t step off the path, at least until he identified the largest old tree and using Rashomon impaled a branch high into its trunk in a most unnatural manner so they could find the trail again.

“You didn’t trust me?”

“Of course not. You will fall asleep in the sun after we eat and by the time you wake up, we will be disoriented and not able to find the path again.”

Atsushi stuck out his tongue as Akutagawa joined him in the clearing, full of lush wild grass that had been tamped down already by something large. Atsushi spread out their quilt and immediately dropped into a sitting position on it, backpack in his lap as he began to pull out the sandwiches he’d packed for lunch. Akutagawa sat on the soft blanket as well, picked up a sandwich from the pile, and began to eat.

He actually managed two of the sandwiches and was considering a third when Atsushi puppy-dog-eyed him out of it. “You are lucky I like you,” Akutagawa sniffed, and Atsushi beamed at him, devouring the sandwich like all the others before rolling onto his back in the sunlight and spreading his arms out, stretching big.

“And, out,” Akutagawa commanded, waving his hand—Atsushi lifted a particular finger in his direction, and he smiled, amused. “No sun-fueled power nap for the overgrown house pet? Color me amazed.”

“You know,” Atsushi said, folding his arms under his head, “you don’t have to be so sarcastic all the time, right? No one’s going to hold it against you to be genuine about things now and again.”

Akutagawa was silent for a long time, staring at Atsushi, whose eyes remained closed against the sunlight. “I am genuine about one thing,” he said, finally, and Atsushi shaded his eyes so he could look over at Akutagawa, sitting on his knees on the blanket. “I’m genuine in how I feel about you. The rest,” he said with a sad, wry smile, “is unfortunately just my shitty personality that you will have to deal with if you choose to continue with this relationship.”

Atsushi sat up on his elbows for a second, before transitioning to all the way upright. “Don’t say things like that,” he said. “Why wouldn’t I want to continue with this relationship? Being around you is fun, easy, and comfortable.”

“Three things that would baffle literally everyone who knows me,” Akutagawa said. “You do recall I cut off your leg?”

“Don’t forget all the times you stabbed me,” Atsushi started counting off on his fingers every instance of bodily trauma he’d endured at Akutagawa’s hands until Akutagawa had to stop him. “If you’re not going to get rid of me over a little thing like that, I really don’t think you have to worry about your personality that much.”

Akutagawa pushed him over and Atsushi flopped onto his back again, surprised—but he stilled when Akutagawa laid out next to him, their heads nearly touching. “I’ve never been in love before,” Akutagawa said, finally, and Atsushi’s hand found his and squeezed it tight. “So, I figure I’m pretty shit at that, too.”

“Well, neither have I, so we can be shitting about it together,” Atsushi said with confidence, and Akutagawa bonked his head softly against Atsushi’s, and they both laughed.

Atsushi did doze off, just as Akutagawa had predicted. He eventually extracted himself to step away from the blanket, far enough away to take a leak and not have to worry about their belongings, and when he returned Atsushi was muzzy but starting to wake from his nap. Akutagawa, teasingly, leaned in for a kiss to wake his sleeping weretiger.

When Atsushi shifted, his shorts revealed that he’d gone hard, erection visibly straining through his underwear, and Akutagawa pushed him in the shoulder. “It’s far too late in the day for morning wood!”

Atsushi lifted his hips, shifting his weight, and was about to put his hand down his shorts to deal with it when Akutagawa caught his wrist. Atsushi huffed and dropped back to the quilt, as Akutagawa threw his leg over Atsushi’s chest and sat up on his knees, looking imperiously over his shoulder. “I wanted dessert anyway.”

“Did you?” Atsushi helped regardless, getting his shorts down enough that Akutagawa could extract him from his underwear easily enough. “If I had known that I would have let you go to town earlier—hng.”

Akutagawa’s mouth always shut him up, and, after a moment of creative shuffling, he stretched himself over Atsushi better. He was more focused on the dick in front of him and in his mouth than how he was arranged, at least until Atsushi started pulling his own shorts down. “What are you doing?” Akutagawa asked, the head of Atsushi’s cock slipping from his lips, leaving sticky strands spiderwebbing between them.

“Maybe I want dessert too,” Atsushi said, one eye closing as Akutagawa’s dick smacked into his face. Akutagawa snorted as Atsushi licked him, then shuddered once and returned to his task at hand.

The air was full of nothing but the soft noises they were both making, licking and mouthing and sighing and little grunts and groans of pleasure. Akutagawa squeezed the base of Atsushi’s cock when he felt his muscles start to clench and Atsushi groaned, Akutagawa’s dick slipping from his mouth. “Was close,” he complained, and Akutagawa licked him up one side and down the other and that silenced him as effectively as anything.

Atsushi’s mouth was pretty damn good on its own, an oven that swallowed him down, and he grabbed at Akutagawa’s hips, dragging him down and swallowing Akutagawa’s cock to the root. Shudders ran through him, and Akutagawa gasped, Atsushi’s throat working around him, and he couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of his orgasm; it very nearly swept him under.

He tried to focus on Atsushi’s dick, but the aftershocks were still rocking through him, his dick dragging across Atsushi’s cheek leaving streaks of white while he coughed and swallowed, still lying flat on his back. Akutagawa refused to choke himself out, but he stroked Atsushi hard, mouth wrapped around the tip, and when he finally encouraged the climax out of Atsushi, he was able to catch most of it in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Atsushi said and laughed breathlessly. Akutagawa rolled off him, onto his back, dick flopping against his skin—and he covered his eyes with his arm. “Fuck, that was better than I was expecting.”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa said raggedly, “do you even have a fucking gag reflex?”

“Hm? No, I don’t think so.” Atsushi sat up and wiped his mouth. “Didn’t Dazai-san already mention that?”

“I thought he was joking.” A pause. “How does he know—?”

“You’ve seen me eat.”

Akutagawa had to concede the point. He exhaled and laughed, and Atsushi nudged him with a knee, and they both kept laughing under the warm summer sun.

[idontwantotsayimgodbut]

I’ll make it up to you

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cw: afab!reader, really really soft dom luci, sub reader, Angst in the beginning, hurt/comfort, oral (fem receiving)

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“do you even want me?” you barely let out, lips quivering. Lucifer’s eyes shot up to meet your, immediately. He knew he’d been a slight hit neglectful of your attention, but he swears he doesn’t mean it. Diavolo’s been piling on more and more work recently, and he hasn’t had the time to relax with you.

But that didn’t matter now, not when he had you questioning his love for you. With your eyes closed shut in fear of letting the waterfall behind them out, you heard footsteps getting closer and closer to you. That’s when you felt Lucifer’s 2 hands cup your cheeks, “Darling, please look at me,” he slope softly. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. I know I haven’t been all the attentive to you, and that’s completely on me, but don’t you dare go thinking I don’t want you. Sweet thing, you’re all I want.”

All you truly needed was some reassurance, and with hearing those words you finally let your tears out, holding his hands that were still so softly gripping your face. “Shh shh shhh don’t cry I’m here, I’m right here love and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry y/n.” He let go of your face and held you close to his chest. He couldn’t believe he hurt you the way he did, he hates that your tears are because of him.

After a while of letting your emotions out in his arms, you let out a soft, “thank you”. looking up to him. He smiled softly and replied, “ no, thank you for being with me. I love you y/n.” He doesn’t say it often, but he probably should. You leaned up to his lips, softly kissing them, “I love you too Lucifer.”

He went back in for another kiss, another and another. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, scared to let you go as if you’d disappear if he did. He slid his hand up your shirt, and you deepens the kiss as he took your shirt off. You looked at him with lust, and love. “I want you so bad, and I’ll show you just how bad I need you.” He whispered into your ears, sending shivers down in spine. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second as he worked quickly to rid you of your clothing.

When you were left in nothing but panties and a bra, he picked you up and sat you on the edge of the bed, “ you’re beautiful” he murmured. You blushed, you always loved when he was intimate with you. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every beautiful detail of the masterpiece that you are.

He placed kisses down your stomach, and started kissing the insides of your thighs, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. he looks up to you, you can see his eyes glistening with love, “are you sure this is alright?” he asks. you kiss the top of his head, “I need you luci”, you say quietly.

With that, he licks your clothed pussy, causing you to take in a sharp breath. As he keeps prodding your pussy with his tongue he slips a finger into it causing you to whimper at the feeling. “Lucifer please,” you whine, and who is he to deny you?

He pushes you back on the bed, locking his arms around your thighs and swiftly begins to lap at your pussy like a thirsty dog. He sucks on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. He pumps two fingers in and out of you, “come out pretty girl, I know you can do it” he says with a sultry voice. he feels your leads clamping down on his fingers and he knows you’re close, so he picks up the pace, determined to bring to you to your climax.

“Lucifer!” You cry out as you finally come around his fingers. He pulls them out of you and licks them clean. “You taste divine love,” he utters, causing you to blush. After you finally catch your breath he gets you cleaned up and gently placed you on the bed. He lies beside you and falls asleep with his arms holding your waist, thinking about how he’s so lucky to have you.

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a/n: HI sorry for disappearing for 3 months 😭 I had college apps to do but im finished with those and I got in to my top choices ! So I’ll be posting more (hopefully) anyways i hope you enjoyed and PLEASE SEND ME SMUT REQUESTS!!!! i will write them now that I’m back, anyways thank you for reading!

[sharkfish]

i would like to read these ace fics for spite

ace fics from my bookmarks! i am probably missing some because there are many ace-related tags and most people use one/some but not all, so it's not always easy to track them all down.

as always, please give the author some love via kudos and/or comments if you liked the fic!!!

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[matchayogitea]

Rainy night in Hawkins - part 2

"Would you like another piece of cake?"

"Thank you, but I'm so full. It was so delicious I ate way too much of everything!"

Your mom smiled at Steve, thanking him for the compliment. He'd been funny and charming all evening - even Jamie, your little brother, had enjoyed listening to him, despite the age gap. And you had kept staring at him till you reminded yourself to stop or he would notice.

"Can I go play in my room now?" Jamie asked, as he snuck some food to Lilly, who was sitting beside his chair.

"Stop that, she still has food in her bowl. And no, you need to help with the dishes." Your dad sounded kind but firm, so you were surprised at what Steve said next.

"Actually, Mr. Y/L/N… I'd like to help with the dishes."

Your mom looked like she was going to have a stroke at somebody offering to help with the task everybody in the house hated, but immediately regained her composure. "Of course not, Steve, that's very nice of you to offer but you're our guest!"

"Oh, I don't mind at all. Y/N will help me and we'll be done in no time. It's the least I can do after you treated me to such a great dinner." Steve winked at you and you half-cursed him for bringing you into it, half-melted at the way he was so attractive.

Once your parents had left you alone in the kitchen, you found that doing dishes with Steve wasn't so bad after all. The two of you made small talk throughout and when you were finally done you had an idea. "We rented a movie yesterday, but ended up not watching it. If you wanna stay a bit longer…" you trailed off, staring at him. Part of you wanted to reach over and kiss him so badly, but you also knew you couldn't ruin your friendship.

"What movie?"

"A Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Sounds cool! Won't your parents mind if I stay?"

"Oh please. You've seen the way my mom treats you, and my dad enjoys your dumb jokes too, for some reason."

"My jokes are great!" He pretended to be offended, but it only lasted a second as Lilly came into the kitchen and started nudging his hand, wanting attention. He knelt down to stroke her fur and Lilly tried to lick his face. Lucky dog, you thought, as you grabbed something to drink for the two of you and headed to the living room.

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"Scared yet?"

"No way." You were determined not to let Steve know that the movie was getting to you, but you were definitely getting frightened.

Your parents had had no intention of watching a horror movie, and your brother was too young, so that left the two of you and Lilly on the sofa - she had managed to occupy almost half of it and rested her head on Steve's legs, where it currently was, still. You almost felt offended that she seemed to prefer him to you.

You glanced at Steve out of the corner of your eye. He seemed relaxed, and you felt like an idiot for getting so worked up over a dumb movie. Why did I rent this? I should have picked The Outsiders. Or Karate Kid. Or Footloose. How am I even gonna sleep alone tonight?

Without realizing, you had shifted a bit closer to Steve on the sofa and your shoulders were almost touching. You got distracted for a second by the fragrance of his shampoo, it smelled nice and familiar, you wondered if it was the same one you used but there's no way Steve Harrington would wash his hair with Fabergé Organics…

Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. "Don't be scared. Compared to what we faced the past couple of years, this is nothing." he said softly.

You could have died.

You tried to say something, but the gruesome scene on the screen was too much and you instinctively hid your face against Steve's chest.

And then you felt like an idiot. He didn't like you the way you liked him; what was the point of making a fool out of yourself in front of him?

"Sorry…" you moved away, almost to the other side of the sofa, and brought your legs close to your chest. Your heart was still pounding.

"For what?" he murmured, turning to look at you.

"For being a child. I know this shouldn't scare me. It's not real. The demogorgons were. Everything we saw was real. Not this."

"You're not a child, Y/N. Before… before all that, I couldn't stand horror movies either, you know. I guess it only changed because after I had to use a spiked bat on some monsters I got a bit braver." he was only half joking, you could tell.

"You are brave."

Steve turned to look at you again. You couldn't tell for sure because the lights were off, but he looked happy. "You think so?"

"Yeah. So don't put yourself down." You watched him grin and you immediately added: "Don't let that go to your head, Harrington. I'm just being a good friend here."

There was silence for a bit, then, and you had gone back to focusing on the movie when Steve spoke up. "We are friends, right?"

"Of course…" you slowly said, glancing at him. He looked pensive, staring at the screen as if he wasn't really taking it in.

"Just friends?"

He slowly turned his head toward you, and you froze. You didn't know what he meant. You couldn't seriously believe Steve liked you back. It would have been too good to be true. You'd never been that lucky. But he was inching closer and closer and his lips looked so kissable, and he was staring at your lips, too, and then-

Before you knew it, he was kissing you. Softly, gently, as if he was worried you would slap him. When he parted, with a slight frown, he obviously couldn't tell what was on your mind because he hastened to apologize. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have, I thought-"

You cut him off with another kiss, and the two of you quickly deepened it this time. His arms wrapped around you and you mimicked his movements, and you ran a hand through his hair that you loved so much, and didn't part until you both were out of breath.

"Wow." he murmured, looking star-struck. "That was…"

"A really great kiss." you finished for him, smiling.

"I hope your parents don't come to check on us anytime soon," he added, and gently placed his hands on your cheeks, kissing you again.

[theamberwriter]

Hi so remember “ Nesting Fever [Alpha!Pro!Katsuki Bakugo]” that you wrote? I hope so cause what if you made a part 2 were it becomes a poly relationship!!!

[Nesting Fever]

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! I wrote this all in one sitting, lol I was suddenly hit with inspiration. I hope you like it!! Also, I hope this comes off as a poly relationship. I've never written one before, but I tried!

Word Count: 3,059

Warnings: Always cursing lmfao

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It was wrong. You could feel it. You knew what you wanted. But it was wrong. You scolded yourself over and over. This had been going on for months. Far too long and more than you'd like to admit.

"I shouldn't want both of their scents in here," you groaned, flinging yourself into your nest.

After the nesting conundrum that took place in your apartment just seven short months ago, your everything had changed. Kirishima had become a very big part of your life. After scenting him to spite Katsuki during a fight, he now seemed determined to win you. Even if he didn't notice. Eijiro basically lived in your house now.

He made you feel safe. His scent soothed you in just a whiff. You almost felt like you were falling in love all over again. You didn't love Katsuki any less. But you were falling in love with Eijiro. You wondered if maybe you'd always been. He was so easy to fall in love with, after all.

The intrusive thoughts you'd had about your new house guest had been growing. Before, they were peppered in. Just an occasional thing. Easy to brush off. But now you'd been properly fantasizing about how he tasted. About how his hands would feel against the skin that only Katsuki and yourself had ever touched.

You wondered how he'd fit in with your family. How they'd react to you having not one, but two Alphas. You wondered if you were being greedy, wanting them both. But you did, vehemently so.

This was not good.

How could you explain that to your mate of a year and a half? The man you'd been talking about marrying? How could you tell him that you were still head over heels for him - while also loving Kirishima the same way? What would he even think about that?

"I could never ask Katsuki...." you muttered. "He would never...."

But the fact that your boyfriend had had a little crush on Kirishima was never a secret. Not to you, at least. He claimed it was because they were best friends. But you didn't act like that with normal friends. Maybe Katsuki wouldn't be opposed....but would he be willing to share an omega? That was the kicker.

Alphas were possessive. They wanted what they wanted, and who was theirs was theirs. The two had been at each other's throats over you. Alpha vs Alpha. Could you really ask them to share you?

Kirishima was a near permanent fixture in your home now. He had never been in the way. In fact, it felt like a piece clicked into place. Your home had felt brighter and been filled with more laughter. Everything was amazing - when the two were behaving.

But the tense air between the two alphas was choking. There were times they both let their guards down. Times when you already felt like you had a dynamic. Those times were amazing. You leaned on Katsuki and Kirishima cuddled against you. Katsuki and Eijiro would act couplely, even when they hadn't meant to. You wanted to just smother them both in kisses.

But you couldn't.

What were you going to do?

You groaned loudly and threw a pillow at the door. A burst from your quirk made it hit harder than you intended. In a flash the door was open and the warm, delicious mixed scent of Katsuki and Eijiro flooded in. They were very alert. Their eyes were wide, scanning for danger.

"The hell is going on?" Katsuki snapped. His shoulders were tense, the tendons in his neck standing out. He was a coiled snake ready to pounce.

Eijiro hesitated in the door. You caught as he stepped forward then immediately retreated. "Are you okay?"

You sighed heavily. "I'm fine. Just...having some issues. - Katsssuuuu...."

You held your arms out and he went to fill them. He kneeled and took you tightly in his arms. He hid his face in the crook of your neck. You relaxed your arms around him.

"Something isn't right," you muttered. Then locked eyes with Eijiro. "My nest is missing something important, it isn't complete."

Eijiro froze, you could see it. Every muscle tensing. His face grew red. But he didn't break your gaze. He swirled his own pheromones in with Katsuki's, as if testing the waters. You had a feeling he caught on. You smiled, reclining your head against Katsuki's shoulder in response and taking in a large sigh.

You were going to have to talk to Eijiro about this later. Maybe, if you could get him on board, talk about your feelings, then it would be easier confessing to Katsuki. Maybe he'd even do it with you.

Eijiro bolted off and out of sight. While Katsuki held you tight. Your eyes lingered a moment longer on the door frame. You had wanted them both in your nest so badly. You wanted them both to hold you, to protect you, to tell you they love you. But it wasn't that easy.

You gave Katsuki a tight hug in return. Your nerves soothing surprisingly well, despite how conflicted you were. But this was Katsuki. The last few months, he'd been verging on an Apex Alpha. He was very conscious of everything you felt. He'd some how figured out how to turn his pheromones into the most relaxing, lulling, mouth-watering mixture. You didn't know what he'd done, but you became absolute putty in his hands in one whiff.

You always wanted to be putty in his hands. But you wanted to putty in Eijiro's too.

Katsuki relaxed you to sleep. You'd been up early anyway. You napped for a few hours. Your dreams were laced with the most potent caramel scent. But soon, a musky, warm scent invaded. And your body felt like water. You were on cloud 9. Everything, everyone, you wanted was bottle up in those two scents. You wanted this delicious mix in your life forever.

When you woke up, you heard the TV on. Along with the faint sound of sizzling. Giving a whiff, you could tell Katsuki was cooking. You tottered out , still stumbling on your slumber legs. You smiled to yourself as you looked into the room.

Katsuki stood with a pan and an apron. He was completely absorbed in whatever Eijiro was watching, even standing very close to where he was sitting. The red head was sitting in the chair you'd occupied for your little tantrum. He had his knees to his chest, totally lost in whatever was on.

It was adorable.

After a minute you yawned loudly and went in. Both of their eyes snapped to you. Eijiro grinned, but looked away quickly, his face staining red again. Katsuki smiled that in love, puppy dog smile he got when he thought no one was looking.

"There's my Omega," Katsuki cooed. "I'm making dinner, since Shitty Hair can't cook."

"I can too!" Eijiro tossed back.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "[Name] likes my food better anyway."

They both looked at you expectantly. You felt like you shrank. You wanted to dive back into your nest. All you could think was, please don't give me those eyes!

"I like you both," you said, awkwardly laughing as you tried to fix your statement. "I think you both are really good cooks."

"Osha. Whatever," Katsuki scoffed. "Oi, you two run to the store. Get some dessert, whatever you two want."

"But you want vanilla - something, right?" you asked, more teasing than anything.

Katsuki gave you a seductive smirk, then licked the end of the spoon he was holding. "I want anything that tastes like vanilla. The sweeter, the better."

Heat coursed through you. Damn him. Katsuki gave you a wink then went back to the kitchen. You turned back to Eijiro. You saw his jaw clench, and his eyes take one desperate drag up your body. You'd never seen him do that before. You turned quickly, going to throw on some actual going out clothes.

Eijiro was bouncing anxiously by the door when you got back. He caught your eye then darted through the entry.

"We're going Katsuki," you called. "Love you, be back in a bit. Text me if you remember anything!"

"Don't you two miss me too much," he called back. "Don't make me wreck the supermarket because you idiots."

That was Katsuki for I love you too. Please be safe, I will protect you til my dying breath.

"We'll try," you laughed and shook your head.

"Oh, and ask Shitty Hair if he wants anything else in this. I already know what you'll want. Fucking predictable."

"I will. I'll text you."

Then you were out the door. Eijiro was waiting in the street below for you. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and his head was ducked. You'd really messed up, hadn't you? Maybe you should've taken it slower....

"So," you started, bumping his shoulder with yours. "What do you want for dessert."

Eijiro's eyes flicked to you then the ground. He shrugged and headed down the sidewalk. It was quiet as you walked. Tensely quiet. You hated it. Eijiro should've been his usual self. Talking happily about whatever. He couldn't even look at you.

It was wrong, but you were glad to be this close to him. To his scent. Even if it was weird right now. You'd smelt that turmoil once before, months ago as you sat on his lap and scented him. Eijiro smelt like that now.

What was he thinking?

Eijiro still hadn't said a word as you reached the store. He'd nearly walked into the door he was so distracted. He followed blindly by your side as you walked through the aisles.

"Uuuhhh," you mused. Trying to think of what to say. "Do you like bed we set up for you? I know it's not the newest mattress but -"

"What did you mean?" Eijiro asked, coming out of stupor. "About your nest?"

You were quiet. A little too ashamed to admit it out loud. What you'd meant. What you were trying to say in one longing look. You kept your eyes forward, going down one aisle then the next.

"[Name], please....it's been bugging me all day. I have a theory, but....I want you to tell me."

You stuttered and stumbled. Trying to put together a semblance of a sentence. He watched you and those crimson eyes, so much softer than Katsuki's own rubies but just as gorgeous, made you nervous. You felt like a kid with a crush who'd been called out. You supposed you were, in a way.

"I," you finally managed. "It's hard to explain. Can you feel the exact same way about two people?"

Eijiro's mouth flattened into a line. "I guess that depends on the feeling."

There was something in his scent that changed then. It egged you on. Made you braver. Something that made you think he knew exactly what you were talking about.

You slowed your pace. "Can....Can you be in love with two people at the same time and love them an equal amount?"

You saw Eijiro swallow. His whole body seemed flushed. His eyes on you intently. You met them with equal intensity. Everything felt like it balanced on a delicate scale.

"That's a very serious question," he said, his voice a low murmur.

You nodded. "It's a very serious feeling."

Eijiro grabbed your wrist, tugging you a few aisles. And then there, right in between the Chex Mix and the Honey Graham's - he kissed you. You could actually feel his heart thrumming against his chest. Yours met his pace. Then quickly your mouths found their rhythm. It was hot and needy, and he tasted just like you'd expected him too. Only better.

A slight bit of shame chewed at you as you separated. You wanted this. You wanted him to be your Alpha, along with Katsuki. Honesty, Eijiro could probably teach him a thing or two about being an Alpha.

"Do you really mean this...?" Eijiro asked, and his face was more serious than you'd ever seen.

"That's been my issue," you muttered. "I love Katsuki. To absolute bits and I'd be lost without him. But I've fallen in love with you too. I love you to bits. I'd be lost without you. I've been happier these last couple months, and I think Katsuki has been too.

"But I'm worried. An Omega isn't supposed to have two Alphas. I'm not supposed to love two people, not so deeply, anyway. And I don't know how to tell Katsuki any of it. What if he thinks I don't love him as much? What if he thinks I want to leave him?"

Eijiro chuckled, then kissed your forehead. "Who said you can only love one person at a time? And who said it was illegal to have more than one Alpha? There's a lot of amazing people in the world. You can love as many of them as you want, with as much of yourself as you want. - Maybe it's a bit unmanly to admit, but I've kinda had a thing for you both for a while. If Katsuki's down for sharing you, having it be the three of us, then so am I. I just want you both to be happy. Even if that's without me."

You shook your head, you could barely stomach the thought. "I don't think I could be happy without you both now. It's hurts to much to think of either of you leaving. I think I've been falling in love you while I was also falling for Katsuki. So don't think it's just because you're around more."

"So....what do you want to do?" Eijiro was serious again. He held you closely, as if you'd always been like this. You caught as he momentarily warned an Alpha who was eyeing you up. A little change in scent was all it took for them to turn tail.

You groaned. "I don't know. I need to tell Katsuki. If I keep this secret in, I'll burst. And it's not like I want to cheat on him with you. I want it to be the three of us. My two favorite people."

"We could sit him down tomorrow, if you want. I'll wake up early, make breakfast. And we could talk."

You nodded, Eijiro made it sound so easy. "It's as good as any. - Now we better hurry before he calls asking where we are."

You two began towards the dessert section, then silence much more comfortable now.

Eijiro knocked your shoulder. "Oh, and Katsuki was right. You know? About the vanilla."

You groaned and momentarily hid your face in your hands. If things went too, you'd now have two people embarrassing the hell out of you.

You quickly fetched your desserts and the two of you went halfsies. Mostly because Eijiro left his wallet in his other pants and could only pay with what he had on him. You'd given him another kiss for how cute he was. You remembered to ask about Eijiro's garnish on the way back.

You and Eijiro were all smiles as you got back to the apartment. You worried. Would Katsuki think something was wrong? Or that something was going on behind his back? He didn't say anything, even if he did. Dinner was amazing, as you were expecting. Every bite was an absolute thrill to the taste buds.

Maybe Katsuki should give up heroing to a full time professional chef!

After dinner, you and Eijiro offered to do dishes. It was the least you could do since Katsuki cooked. You were washing and Eijiro was drying. Katsuki leaned on the doorway between the living room and kitchen for a while.

"Hey," Katsuki started awkwardly. The dishes were nearly done. "You don't have to worry about cooking breakfast tomorrow, Ei. Butt dial here basically told me everything themselves."

The plate in your hands clattered into the sink. You and Eijiro both stared at Katsuki. He didn't look mad or anything. More amused. He held up his phone and pressed a button. The entire conversation in the cereal aisle played out, right up until the vanilla comment.

"Katsuki," you rushed, drying your hands. "I promise, I still love you all the same -"

He came and pushed a gentle kiss to your lips. Katsuki's puppy dog smile came back as his eyes bounced between you and Eijiro. He grabbed the back of Eijiro's head and pulled him to kiss his forehead. Then left wordlessly out the door.

Eijiro put a hand on his forehead. A little grin coming. Then he laughed and grabbed you, pulling you close to him. He planted a few sloppy kisses on your cheek.

So it was a yes. Everything was fine. Katsuki wanted you both like you wanted them. There was nothing wrong with you. Nothing about this was bad. It was a possibility you hadn't thought of, with a better outcome than you could've hoped for.

Later that night, after Eijiro fell asleep on you for the millionth time, you finally talked to Katsuki.

"You really don't mind?" you asked. "About sharing me? About the three of us -"

"If I was going to be stuck with any idiots forever," Katsuki started. "I rather it be you two than anyone else."

You leaned up to give him a kiss. He put a hand on your cheek. That sent butterflies raving through your stomach.

"And you may have been fucking right," he admitted hesitantly against your lips. "I....might have a stupid thing for Shitty Hair. But that doesn't mean I'll ever love you any less."

You shrugged. "Lots of love to share."

"I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone else but him," Katsuki growled. "You're still my Omega. And it doesn't matter how I feel about him, if he even thinks about hurting you -"

You shushed him. "You'll wake up Eiji."

It took you both to carry Eijiro to your bed. You figured now was as good of time as any jump head long into this. Eijiro immediately clung to you, and Katsuki squished you in between. This felt amazing. This felt right. This is where you were supposed to be. In the arms of the Alphas, of the men, that you loved more than anyone else in the universe.

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[ashestospace-fics]

Let's try it out

Character: Diavolo from Obey me!

Reader: Male

Tags: boobjob (reader Receiving) oral

G: Smut/lemon

A/n: man I just wanted to get ingulf in his tits it's okay?

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"you do know it was a joke right?" Your voice had a mixture of horror and concern as Diavolo drag you along to his room. His usual smile on his face now had determined eyes in his expression as he opens the doors to his quarters. A part of you was hating on Asmo for opening his mouth, but thanking him profusely for your current situation.

You let out a deep sigh as you looked away scratching your chin. "Okay fine... I guess we can try it out if you really want to.." you mumble out.

" Nonsense! This just gives us more room to experiment on better ways to pleasure each other!" He said more excited than you expected. Your face was heating up again as he sat you down on the overly large bed. You almost sank down on it, as he places both hands as support on the bed on each side next to you. Diavolo towered over you with ease, a puppy dog expression as he looked down at you.

"Ahaha I knew you'll want to try it out" he responded with his booming laughter as he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

Try what out? Well, you see...

...

"Oh oh oh! You guys want to know what Y/n favorite little sexual thing to get is?" Asmo suddenly coo'e in Diavolos and the brother's direction.

You spat your drink from where you sat as your ears picked up the sly voice.

"Asmo!" You blurt out already standing up.

Lucifer sigh as he holds his nose bridge. "Asmo you s-"

"Oh, what will that be?" Diavolo responded in a curious tone before Mammon could caught in. You let out a panic scream from where you stood.

"Apparently he really into getting boob job by guys-" "Asmo! Shut up, shut up" you wrap your hands around his mouth trying to silence him. He just started laughing as he shakes you off with ease.

" awe but I haven't even got to tell them the rest!" Asmo kept circling around you as your face blew up in embarrassment.

"That's why you shouldn't even trust him with those things," Satan says with a sigh, Mammon, and Levi slowly touch their chest as a sad and dreadful expression cover their faces.

"Damn it this is so unfair..." Levi whispers out as he turns around, Mammon almost faked cry.

"Will you two stop..." You mumble out as you groan loudly as you didn't look up at the two golden eyes piercing into your soul. Already cursing at whatever weird questions were gonna come out of this from your boyfriend.

...

And that's pretty much how you ended up here, Diavolo ended up cornering you and asking you questions and dragging you into his room to try this out. It couldn't be even more embarrassing how at ease he was as he slowly took his uniform off. Your face heating up as each button that he undid made a sound that vibrated against your ears as he leans close to you. A layer of clothing falling off his stone like body as he kept direct eye contact with you. Smiling ever sweetly to you was enough to have your stomach stirring.

Your own hands finding their way to his waist, fingers locking around the loop belt of his pants as he was finally into the last layer, his button-up shirt. You shallow dry, his shirt was so tight on him. Hugging his torso so nicely as it shows the piercing of his nipples against the thin fabric. His pecs were just so perfectly sculptures, it never failed to make your mouth water how surprisingly soft they were every time you manage to get a hold of them.

"You look like your already enjoying this, hm heh I'm glad" your eyes shoot back up to him. Cheeks heating up by getting caught staring, but could he blame you? He was putting up a show for you with how slow he was going, once his hands started unbuttoning his shirt, and the view of his valley started to show. Your breath got caught on your throat as your hands went behind him and gave his ass a tight squeeze.

"Fuck...you really like teasing huh?" You mumble out as he finally shrugged the shirt off his shoulders as he smiles at your desperate look. A hum leaving his throat at the feeling of your hands leaving his ass and up his chest to knead one of his tits.

"It's fun" he simply said laughing at you puckering your lips. Both hands now squeezing his chest as your thumbs rolled around his nipples. A shaky sigh passes his lips at the feeling, his back arching once you pinch and pull on them. A heavy groan passing his throat as he let you press forward. Your lips kiss and sucked in his chest as your fingers kept rubbing and pinching his now hard nubs as he looked down at you. His breathing starting to go heavy against his chest.

His chest wasn't always this sensitive, but ever since you started giving it so much attention. His body started to react more each time your hot mouth wrap around his skin. He bites down his lip, holding back another chuckle at the feeling of your erection pressing against him. Both his large hands pull your head back making you look up at him with a pop from your lips. Drool passing your lips he clean it off with his thumb.

"That will do" he whispers out as he lowers himself between your legs. Your breathing was slow and heavy against your chest as you lifted your waist up to let him take care of removing your pants and trousers. Hissing at the cold air once your cock hit your lower stomach with a bounce. His index finger press against the tip and swirl it, as that everlasting smile on his face almost turns dark for just a moment as he slowly stroke it down to the base.

"Your so hard already y/n..." He mumbled out as he kept stroking you slowly, his grip was just overwhelming with the size of his hand as he looked up at your panting face. Quiet moans falling off your lips, "h-heh well yeah, uh..fuck do you have lube around from last time?" You moan in between your words as you squinted an eye shut when he stops. You wanted so bad to thrust your hips but contain yourself.

"No need" he simply said as he holds you down by your hips. You raise a brow before you threw your head back. Diavolo took you in one go completely down his throat down to your hips. Your hand flew to grip on his hair as he stood still to sucked you in, his throat clenching around you and vibrating by his own moans as he slowly pulled away as he sucked hard. You let out drag a moan as he stops at the tip. A content looks in his hungry eyes as he let go of you with a pop.

"Fuck, warn me next time" you whine out as you tried calming down at the sudden stimulation. He kissed the tip in return as he sat upon his knees as he got taller for his chest to level with your now throbbing length. "Haha did I caught you off guard?" He responded with a knowing tone as he looked down at you.

You inhale slowly as he pushes your length between the warmth of his chest, sucking it in until your tip was the only thing in view as he leans down to your hips. You moan loudly as he started to move up and down, his elbows pressing his tits together as he kept a slow pace. His own quiet groans stirring you up as his eyes dig into your figure. Your mouth was going dry as you pull yourself you grabbed his chest and squeeze it as your hips thrust up. His breath got caught on his throat as he almost stumbles back as you started to thrust up. His tongue meeting down to give your tip puppy dog licks every time it meets up to his face.

You groan loudly as you pinch and kneaded his chest as your pace became out of rhythm as your climax started to build up. Diavolo panted as he felt almost hypnotized by your actions. His body reacting a bit too much to his own liking at the simple feeling of your hands and cock between his tits.

"I-im gonna cum, ah fuck cumming" you moan out desperately as your pace went frantic. Diavolo Open his mouth once you pulled away already knowing what was coming, as you stroke your cock you came on his face. His tongue stuck out to catch as much as he could as licked and swallow it down. You back falling back to hit the bed as you wanted loudly. He hummed loudly as he rose up and straddle you in place.

"That was fun!" He said as he pushes down your hair back as you catch your breath.

"H-heh yeah, jeez what are your tits made off" you blurt out meeting him up to kiss his lips. He just grins back.

"Good to know you enjoyed it dear, now let's continue, you have me all riled up from just simple touches"

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Will you accept me? [Loki Laufeyson x Reader]

Title: Will you accept me? Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Female!Reader Word count: 4.1k Published: 19 May 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: Firstly, this is my first ever Marvel fic, so go easy on me. Secondly, Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen in this house. I accept none of that. Summary: [x] In the past three years you’ve been trying refrain yourself from murdering the mischievous God, or so you have been telling yourself that. Your little game with Loki has been driving you crazy and if that wasn’t enough, you had to admit that a part of you enjoyed his company, regardless of how much you tried to hate him.

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Loki Laufeyson was nothing, but a mischievous little boy stuck in a man’s body. His mere presence lit a raging fire within you, wanting to remove that smug grin across his face. God of mischief they said countless times in the past three years, but you could only see a man who found enjoyment in dancing on your nerves.

The first time you met him, it became very clear to you that there would be no boring moments around the man, so when he left earth, you finally felt like you could breathe again as if all your frustration disappeared into thin air. You had nothing against Thor, but you wished he would just stay in one of his many realms and leave Earth forever. Of course, it had nothing to do with him per se, as far as you were concerned Thor could have stayed on Earth and it wouldn’t have bothered you. But Loki was brought along like an unwanted package, making your life miserable as though you were his little toy. So, each time Thor returned to Earth, you didn’t feel like welcoming the God of Thunder because his lap dog was attached to his hips.

As to why Tony Stark decided to give him a place to sleep in the compound, you didn’t understand, after all Loki had tried to wipe out your planet. Tony was one of those who hated Loki the most, but somewhere along the line, as though he had gone mad, he decided to give him a second chance. So, for the past 3 years you have been trying to refrain yourself from carving Loki’s eyes out, from trying to stab him in his sleep when he stayed longer than he should have. It took you a great deal of effort not to murder him in his sleep.

It doesn’t mean you haven’t tried. Oh, you did indeed. Although it took you two years to get to a point where you couldn’t handle him anymore.

One night, feeling brave or reckless, whichever is a more reasonable statement, you snuck into his room, rage building up inside you, wanting to end his miserable life. Oh, but you were naive. As you swung your dagger, stabbing it straight into his chest, it went straight through his bedding set, the astral projection of his body disappearing.

“My sly little vixen, did you really think I would make myself so vulnerable?” He asked as you looked over your shoulder, his dark form seated in the corner of his room. A proud smirk was plastered across his face, his smug smile lit by the lights towering over the large building on the outside, carefully finding their way through the blinds. “But regardless of your intent on taking my life, I’m rather pleased with your bravery,” he chuckled as he stood up and walked over to you, earning a loud groan from you as you held your dagger to his chest, this time feeling his flesh under the edge of the blade.

“I could kill you now,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He leaned closer, his mouth right beside your ear, his cold lips brushing against your earlobe. “I dare you to,” he whispered into your ear, his hushed voice sending electricity through your spine, making your breath hitch. “I’m waiting, my little vixen,” he smirked. Although you couldn’t see it, you didn’t need to, you could read his tone, his body language, the little games he was playing. He found enjoyment in riling you up and you fell victim to him. He leaned back to be able to look in your eyes, his signature smile still plastered across his face. “You see, I understand that rage within you, feeling exhausted from our little games, but that’s only the surface. If you dig just a little deeper, you will find that even if it’s only a tiny part of your fragile mortal body, but it craves that attention, it enjoys our games. You can deny, oh you have been doing that for the past two years, but a part of you, a part that’s honest and dares to accept the truth knows that I’m right.”

A part of you wanted to argue and push the dagger further into his chest, wishing to watch his gaze become glassy, his soul moving onto Hel or Valhalla, though the latter seemed unlikely. But even against all his manipulation and tactical little games, always steps ahead of you, it was clear even to you that he was right. A part of you, even if it was hard to accept, found your shared games somewhat amusing. But you couldn’t say it out loud, you couldn’t agree with him. It would have broken the spell, the core of your entertainment. It was fun only because you never accepted to enjoy it. If you ever voiced the truth, it would have ended it all.

“You wish,” you hissed through gritted teeth as you dropped your arm beside your body. “I will have many other chances and when you expect it the least, that’s when I will be giving you a chance to go back to wherever the hell you came from,” your lips formed a thin line, your gaze holding determination. Those were the words you said aloud, but nothing like the ones you thought of. “Watch your back, Loki,” you whispered into his ear, before you headed towards the door, ready to scold yourself for the night in hopes of regaining your sanity.

“Good night, darling,” he chuckled silently as you stepped out of his room, shutting the door behind you with a loud thud. You couldn’t care less about who could have heard it, as fun as your little games were, they were also playing with your mind, leaving you flustered and frustrated. Loki affected you in many ways from your body to your mind, physically and mentally. You hated it, but at the same time, a part of you enjoyed it.

You tried to shake off the memory, but some of your encounters often appeared in your mind at the most unwanted times, as though a part of you missed him already. It’s only been months since he has left with Thor again, but since then life seemed somewhat boring. Although it was refreshing to focus solely on your duties as an Avenger and work hard for your people, but at times it felt as though there was a lack of something in you, a tiny part of emptiness.

Leaning back against the sofa, you continued to clean your guns. It was a small task that you could have entrusted F.R.I.D.A.Y. with, but this little chore brought you a sense of familiarity, a calming sensation in the midst of your storming thoughts.

“My dearest, why do you look so upset?” You heard his voice, but you didn’t look up, knowing it wasn’t reality. Another little game that your mind started to play with you, making you feel as though you were going insane. “Have I made you mad?” He chuckled playfully. You lifted your head, eyes growing wide as realisation hit you. He was indeed there. He was standing right beside Thor, wearing a smug grin, your presence seemingly bringing enjoyment to him. A part of you wanted to smile, mirror his expression, but instead you chose to play his game and rolled your eyes.

“Yes, you have. The day you decided to appear on this goddamn planet,” you groaned, concentrating back on your gun, cleaning it with a dirty cloth. Those words that left your lips weren’t the ones you wished to say. But you were afraid, terrified of being honest. You knew as soon as you admitted enjoying his company, he would stomp all over you as though you were a mere bug on the ground. A useless piece of life that he had no gain in caring for. So, you bit your tongue and played along.

“Now, now, my dear, that’s not a nice way to welcome a guest,” he smirked, raising a brow quizzically, finding your tone amusing.

“You are no guest to me,” you huffed as you placed your gun back in one piece. “You are nothing but an itch on my back, a fly circling around me, an annoying presence that I can’t seem to get rid of,” you lifted your head, meeting his emerald-green irises, their colour even brighter than you remembered. His gaze felt as though it was burning you up from the inside, your unrhythmic breathing drying your lips, your heart taking on a dangerous pace.

“Why, thank you,” his smile didn’t falter if anything it grew. “I must be doing something right if you can’t get rid of me,” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes. “Tell me, do you think of me often? Do you find yourself remembering all those memories we had the pleasure of spending time together?” He leaned closer, placing his hand on the small of your back, his touch making you shiver, his cold lips brushing against your ear, just like on that particular night you could never forget. “Do you think of me before you go to bed, maybe whilst you are in the shower?” He leaned back with a smug grin still painted across his face. “Or perhaps as soon as you wake up, your first thoughts are occupied by your memories of me? If I’m that hard to get rid of, I’m terribly proud of myself,” he chuckled as he let go of you and stood up. “Well, unfortunately I have to leave, but as always it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he watched you with an intense gaze as he licked across his bottom lip, before he turned away and joined his brother.

As soon as he was out the door, you had sunk deep into the soft couch, planning a way to clear your head, because you weren’t sure how long you could play Loki’s games before you were declared completely insane. A small part of you just wanted to be honest and tell him how you really felt that indeed you enjoyed his company, that there were more to your feelings than simple entertainment, but a larger part of you knew if that ever happened, Loki would be long gone before a surprised gasp could even escape your lips.

To avert your thoughts, you decided to head to the training room and beat some sense into yourself. Trying to get rid of your frustration meant your body needed to tire out, so for hours you kept hitting and kicking the punching bags, imagining one particular person in its place. You hated him, you despised him, or so you tried to tell yourself, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Your feelings were indeed strong, but not of hatred, rather some sort of an attraction that you couldn’t really explain because you convinced yourself that hating him would be the logical decision, regardless of your feelings not matching your thoughts.

Time flew by quickly and before you knew it, the sun had gone down, and darkness ruled over the sky. You headed back to your room, taking a hot shower to clear your mind before you decided to grab a bottle of wine from Tony’s collection and drown yourself in your toxic thoughts. There was no escape, you might as well just give in, at least that’s how you thought.

You leaned against the kitchen counter as you opened the bottle of wine. Ignoring formalities, you didn’t take out a glass to pour yourself from the liquid, you placed it straight to your lips and chugged as much as you could, hoping it would silence your thoughts.

“Darling, you seem to be troubled,” you heard his voice, a sharp exhale leaving your lungs as you turned in his direction. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a small smile that you haven’t seen much of. It was usually smug or playful, but in that moment, the expression across his face just seemed soft.

“I wasn’t until you arrived,” you rolled your eyes, taking another long sip of your alcohol, trying to numb your mind.

“Shall I help you relax?” His face changed into his usually smug grin as though he was planning something.

“I think I can manage. As a mischievous God you would just cause more trouble than you could possibly help,” you huffed, knowing he always had a plan a, b, c, the whole alphabet and beyond.

“I’m not a mischievous God, I’m the God of Mischief,” he corrected you with a momentary surprise before he regained his composure.

“Same difference,” you shrugged nonchalantly, earning a silent chuckle from the man.

“If that makes you feel any better, call me whatever you want,” he stepped closer to you, stopping right in front of you as you took another sip of your drink. You watched his green eyes staring at you shamelessly, studying your face as though he was trying to read you.

“Can you stop staring?” You asked with a questioningly raised brow, but it only earned a silent chuckle from the man.

“No, I don’t wish to,” he replied as he stepped closer and with a swift movement, he turned you around. Your head shot back around over your shoulder as you met his playful gaze. “I mean no harm,” he meant to relax you, but you didn’t trust him, nor did you trust yourself in his presence. His cold fingers caused goosebumps on your neck, making you slightly shiver as he brushed your hair to one side and placed his palms on your shoulders, slowly massaging the tense muscles. You gasped at the feeling, the idea of a god massaging you felt unearthly.

“What are you doing?” You asked cautiously, although the feeling of his fingers on your skin made you feel weak in your knees, his breath fanning your skin making your heartbeat speed up. A part of you just wanted to lean into his touch and enjoy the moment.

“I’m helping you relax,” he whispered in your ear as you realised you were completely devoured by his presence. You couldn’t even recall when he leaned so close to you, you could only focus on his cold touch burning your skin.

“Why would you do that?” You questioned his intentions, a silent gasp leaving your lips as he found a tender point.

“Do I always have to have an ulterior motive?” He asked, but you could hear the proud smile in his tone. You turned back around, a deadpan look across your face, his touch leaving your skin.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” You asked, squinting suspiciously.

“Fine, I’m often motivated by certain ideas, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be genuinely helpful,” he tried to convince you, but you shook your head.

“Loki, what do you want?” you tried to just finish the conversation to drown yourself in your bottle of wine.

“How long has it been?” He asked, earning a confused frown from you.

“What are you talking about?” You tried to take a step back, but the kitchen counter stopped your movements.

“How long have you been pretending to hate me when in fact you know it couldn’t be farther from the truth?” His face fell serious, his previously playful expression long gone.

“I haven’t been pretending. It’s not my fault that you think it’s a game. I hate you and I think I made myself very clear from the first time we met,” you attempted to convince him, but his smile returned even wider than before.

“Still adamant I see,” he scoffed as he stepped closer, his arms caging you against the furniture behind you, his face getting closer to yours, only leaving just enough space for you to be able to breath. “So, you mean to tell me that my presence doesn’t affect you in any other way, it only brings you hatred?” He asked as his gaze wandered down to your lips, watching them intensely as though he was an animal wanting to catch his prey. Your breath hitched as his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest, a silent gasp leaving your lips as you shivered in his cold touch, still your skin burned feverishly.

“That— that’s right,” you stumbled through your words, your own confidence leaving you vulnerable.

“For once, be honest with me, dear and accept that you enjoy my company,” he whispered against your lips, your mind feeling dizzy, incapable of forming a simple, coherent sentence.

“I— That’s not— I hate you,” you finally composed yourself and pushed him away from yourself.

“Why can’t you just accept it?” He asked, this time more serious than before. “Why is it so hard for you to be honest with yourself?”

“Says you, who can’t be trusted even when you ask a question? Oh, please, Loki, you should know better,” you huffed as you folded your arms in front of your chest. “You say I should accept that I like being around you, that I don’t hate you as much as I say so. But why would I do that?” You asked as you walked up to him this time, standing in front of him sternly. “Let’s say, hypothetically of course, that indeed I don’t hate you per se and a part of me might enjoy being around you from time to time. If that was true, why would it be beneficial for me to accept it? I know you Loki and if I was to agree and say you were right, you would walk all over me and disappear faster than I could take a breath,” you huffed as you shook your head.

“Well, my little vixen, hypothetically speaking,” he started in a humorous tone, “if you stopped acting like you have no feelings for me and finally accepted that your hatred might not even be hatred but something more, we could actually break down this wall between us that you so carefully built and we could enjoy being in each other’s company,” he explained as though it was the most natural thing.

“Loki, you can’t possibly believe your own words,” you scoffed, earning a surprised expression from the man, your resistance catching him off guard.

“And why is that?” He asked curiously.

“The only reason you enjoy playing around with me is because I behave the way I do. In reality, nothing is black and white and so if I was to hypothetically enjoy your company, that means there would be disagreements, there would be fights, there would be emotions and Loki, let’s be honest, you find it even harder to trust people than I do and as soon as things would turn serious, you’d run,” you explained your worries. Even though the conversation was supposed to be theoretical, both of you spoke the truth, but the lack of trust hung high in the air.

“If that was my intention, I would have run a long time ago. I had the option to do so many times before, but I’m still here, am I not?” He asked as he brushed a piece of hair from your face behind your ears, his touch sending electricity through your body.

“I just feel like I can’t trust you,” you shook your head, letting your face fall forward, massaging the bridge of your nose, before you lifted your gaze again “I feel like if hypothetically speaking of course, I accept that there’s more to it than simple hatred, it will end in my feelings stomped on and my heart crushed into piece and I’m not naive enough to let that happen,” you tried to reason with him, but in reality you were trying to convince yourself why not to put your trust in him.

“I have to admit, I would have done so, years ago that is, but the one who I am now wants nothing more than to claim you mine,” he spoke in an endearing tone, his voice serious, but somewhat caring, unlike his usually cocky personality. Your eyes widened at the confession, his words ones you never thought you would ever hear from someone like him. “If it was someone else, I wouldn’t care what happens to them, I’m not a saint after all, but with you it’s different. You are my sly little vixen, my other half and nothing and no one can change that, only you if you wish to of course,” his voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, his words making you feel uncertain about what to do. Your mind and your heart battled against each other, confusing you further. “Will you accept me finally?” He asked with an expectant expression.

“I have been trying to stop myself from murdering you for the past three years, it’s not as simple,” you tried to argue, but the words leaving your lips were more to convince yourself.

“Well, that is very romantic,” he replied with a low chuckle as you mirrored his expression. “That’s a good start,” he pointed out the smile across your face. “I’m not saying it will be easy, nor do I see it will be perfect, but isn’t it worth a try?” As much as you wanted to argue, he was right. If you didn’t accept your feelings, it would forever be a ‘what if’ stuck in your head and deep down you knew you wanted to see where you two could go from there.

You stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, or so that was the plan, but as soon as you touched him, your hands went through his body, his astral body disappearing. “Loki!” You raised your voice in a warning tone, your deadly gaze looking for the man, his silent chuckle coming from behind you. You turned around in a swift motion, hitting him across the chest with gritted teeth both out of frustration and testing if it was his real self this time.

“I’m so sorry, love, I wasn’t sure how you would react, you can be rather unpredictable at times, so I had to have a backup plan,” he tried to explain himself, piling up excuses upon excuses. “But now that we are on the same page, we could get back to what you were trying to do. Did you want to kiss me? It looked like you were about to kiss me. Shall we try again?” He smirked proudly as he stepped closer and wrapped his strong arms around you. You tried to resist, attempting to push him away from your body, but his strength was unearthly, you didn’t stand much of a chance.

“Not happening. That was your one and only time to see a weaker side of mine. I don’t even believe what you ask anymore. I hate you, Loki!” You groaned, trying to get out of his hold.

“No, you don’t,” he replied with a smug grin across his face, dipping his head down to your level, but he didn’t move any closer. Your breath stuck in your lungs, your gaze fixed on his lips, however you tried to battle against your heart, your reasonable thoughts flew out the window as soon as Loki closed the gap between the two of you. His cold lips touched yours, sending a shiver across your spine, thousands of butterflies awakening in your stomach. Could you have resisted? Yes, if you really wanted to. But deep down you were craving for him and when his lips met yours, you melted into his arms and bathed in the physical pleasure his arms around you provided, the feel of his touch on your skin burning, a long-awaited connection bonding the two of you. As you finally parted, you gazed up into his green eyes, a loving look painted across his face.

“I still hate you though,” you added with a mischievous smile, as he mirrored yours.

“You really should watch that tongue of yours,” he warned you as his gaze fell on your lips.

“Why don’t you watch it for me?” You asked with an inviting tone and without a second thought Loki captured your lips again. It was hard to believe that he was holding you in his arms, but you chose to trust him and even though you knew there would be difficulties with the God of Mischief, a proud man being your other half, but not for a second did you think about taking a step back. It just felt right.

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This is my super late submission for the MCYT gt gift exchange. I am really sorry for it being so late. I hope it is up to your standards!!!

This gift is for @leetlezeetle

Their promt: Giant dragon hybrid kidnaps a tiny/human to watch its young while they hunt.

As soon as I read this I thought "OMG PHILZA!!!"

So here is a fatherly, Giant, halfbreed dragon named Philza. Who kidnaps a young knight in training named Tommy. Maybe he can handle the young ones? Or maybe he will become the next meal. Who knows?

Tommy remembers the first day he was brought here. The teen was working on his stances and swings. Not even hours ago his face was shoved into the dirt by Dream. "You will never be a true knight. You can't even strike down Niki and she's a woman!" Tommy felt a heavy boot across his back shoving his body and pride even further into the mud. "You will quit or be killed."

Picking his body up the young-looking blond whipped the mud all over his front and face. If he was rebellious he would flick it at the superior, but now was not the time. After cleaning the brown thickness from his eyes he saw Dream holding his silver sword out to him with one hand. Tommy didn't say another word, even though so many were boiling under the skin to be screamed out. With a swipe of his hand, he grabbed the sword storming off.

Now he was in the field making sure he was perfect. Every swing of the sword, every shift of his body, had to be just right or he would restart with a deep growl. He would not leave until he got this perfect.

At least that was the plan.

Instead, he swung the sword jutting it straight out. The invisible enemy crippled back from the fatal stab. He was holding the wound begging for mercy.

"No foul creature. This is your last day on earth." Sliding his foot back he prepared for the final blow. Ramming the sword forward with such speed he had to close his eyes. He knew this was not the correct way to stab someone, but he was just practicing and he would try again. He expected the sword to slide through air. He would open his eyes and he would be holding his sword with one hand straight out and a perfect stance with the ghost enemy on the ground. But...but...he struck something.

Opening his eyes just a peek, his blood ran cold. Standing inches away from him was a black dragon with dark green scales sprinkled in. He thrust his sword forward hitting only the beast's clawed hand. The beast was humongous. Tommy had to look straight up into the air to even see the Creature's surprisingly blue eyes. What startled him, even more, was the fact that if the dragon wasn't looking its head over Tommy then he wouldn't even be able to see his eyes very well.

He could feel his body freeze. It didn't want to move. He felt the sword drop from his hands when the creature got even closer sniffing at his head. His hair flew up a bit then landed on top of the sweat already traveling down his face. The ground seemed to be shaking...oh wait that was his feet shaking back and forth. His pupils went wide when the blackish dragon nudged him with its claws. Maybe to see if he was alive?

Faster than he thought the creature could move, its clawed hand struck out grasping the young knight. It easily encompasses the human hiding it from the world. Tommy's whole body was encased by leather and claws that were larger than his own body. Was he seriously getting kidnapped like a princess? For what seemed like five minutes, most likely longer, Tommy banged against his rock-hard prison. He looked down seeing the monster made the mistake of allowing him to keep his sword. As if it was an instinct he grasped it in two hands and shifted his body forward. One. Two. Three hits. Even a stab and nothing happened. He wouldn't be surprised if he looked at the to and it was bent. He was going to be here for a while. -------------------------------------------------------

That very day was three months ago. On this very day, Tommy was sitting on the dusty ground of a cave, light reflecting off the walls from the fire he built. There was always plenty of food and the cave even had a small stream running through it. He was always surprised no other creatures tried to claim this area as theirs, but at the same time, he understood why.

Behind him, the sound of running feet hitting rock made his head turn. At this point, he was used to this. Looking outside it seemed about that time when the young ones started to stir.

"You can't catch me!!" Running up behind Tommy a child with short brown hair and a rugged jacket came into view. The child decided to run right behind Tommy's back even though his body was way too big to be covered up by the teen. The child looked like he could be a very young adult in stature, but in fact, this was a young halfling.

Two other forms came running out, but instead of humans like this child one was an actual dragon the size of a horse and the other human-looking but with dragon features. These three were young dragon halflings. Tommy found out through experience and reading in books halfling children had no control over their body. The younger they were the more dangerous they were.

When halfling babies are born they are very small compared to their parents. They are the size of a human, some can even be the size of a human toddler. As they got older their bodies morphed into the proper size. This is the exact reason why most halflings do not survive. They have dangers around every corner because of their vulnerable size and accidents do happen between the older halflings and their young. Throughout the years, the children would get used to their shifting abilities, so it wasn't uncommon for siblings, like these three, to look completely different.

The human-looking child keep moving back and forth so he was covered up by his 'shield'. The human with dragon features was trying to get around the sitting human to get to his sibling. With every movement, Tommy flinched a bit because the dragon halfling had claws that were digging into him every time he touched Tommy's skin while trying to get around him. He knew it was an accident, probably didn't even think about it, but he had to learn.

"Michael" he winced once more as his claws touched his shoulder. "Michael." he raised his voice a bit more to get the child's attention. The volume seemed to get his attention cause he froze in his actions. "Michael. What did we talk about playing."

"To be careful." Tommy watched as the pink flaps he had for ears drooped down showing he was upset.

"Yes, kid. You unlike your brothers have claws, wings, and these cool horns." Tommy grabbed one horn and shook the child's whole head making him smile. "I can't have your dad coming back and I'm filled with holes from your claws. He would kill us both. Just make sure next time-"

As he was talking the third child jumped right on top of Tommy. The Third was a black dragon like his father but had specks of dirty yellow scales on him. Somehow the third child learned to turn into a full dragon, but couldn't control turning back very often. He was the size of a horse and as heavy as one. "Tubbo! Tubbo get off!" Tommy was using all his strength to push the little dragon off, but all it accomplished was a face full of dragon licks.

This was how it was every single day. Tommy was left in the cave with three halfling children named Wilbur, Michael, and Tubbo. Every day it was him watching as the three played tag or roughhoused with each other while their father was gone. Who was the father? That was the black dragon who kidnapped him three months ago. Every day the giant black dragon would go out hunting, leaning poor Tommy to watch and protect his young. At first, he hated it and wanted to escape himself, but after a few days of being stuck here, the seventeen-year-old fell in love with Phil's children. Anymore he couldn't picture it any differently.

"Tubbo this is the last time I'm asking. Get off." his face was drenched in dragon slobber. The most he could do was push against the black dragon's body but he wouldn't budge. All it accomplished was the young one started to nuzzle and push up against his face to show affection. Michael ran behind Tommy's head and put all his weight on the human's arms. He was pinned to the ground and he was not going anywhere. His legs would flail up and down, but that was about it. He couldn't even do this much in fear of kicking one of the halflings.

"Get off!" Through his shouting and torturous affection, Tommy heard wood breach at the opening of the cave. The three children must have heard it too, because all three of their heads whirled to the opening as well. Tubbo started to growl and Michael's eyes grew wide. Tommy could feel the young dragon slowly stepping off his body, but he had to be ready for action now. Gently pushing him all the way, Tommy grabbed his sword from the ground. This was why he was brought here. His job was to protect and help with the young ones when their father was gone. All this training had to come into play. His heart started to beat faster as he watched the three halflings hide behind his body as if they weren't bigger than him, as if he could protect them from whatever dared to come into a dragon's den. His grip tightened on the hilt as his eyes glared at the opening. Tommy put one hand out to assure the young ones behind him.

Tubbo started to sniff the air, then his tail wagged like a dog's. He was excited about something. He ran forward with a determined speed. Tommy tried to reach out and grab his neck, but he was just dragged forward when the pup ran at full speed. Tommy dug his feet into the ground, but it didn't seem to help.

Tubbo came to an abrupt stop, flipping Tommy's body onto the ground. He frowned in irritation. He couldn't even stop a running five-year-old, how was he supposed to protect these guys?

Walking into the entrance of their hidden cave was the same black dragon who grabbed him all those months ago. With the creatures massive body in full view Tubbo ran full speed towards his father wagging his tail. Tommy had to just release or be dragged with him. He watched as the dragon very carefully dropped a dead cow, probably stolen from the villagers. The sheer black beast very carefully nuzzled Tubbo with the end of his snout getting a small squick in response.

Michael and Wilbur ran over, but straight to their dinner. Tommy watched in disgust as the two would burn the carcass with their fire than eat the pieces they tore off like hamburgers.

"Not hungry?" a deep rumbling voice asked with a surprising gentleness to it.

Tommy's scrunched up in disgust. "I'll stick to my berries and properly hunted meat. He looked up to see where a black dragon was standing was now an adult half breed human. The half dragon was smaller then the dragon form, by 20 feet to be exact. He still had black dragon wings, his tail, razor teeth, even his claws on his hands, but everything else was the perfect imitation of a human.

Tommy grabbed his sword to head out and find his own food. He would allow the family their time and he could practice with his sword. He marched to the opening when the tail curled around him blocking his path. In irritation, he looked up at the smug blond-haired male who looked 30 with horns. He had his wings tucked away, but Tommy knew they were there. He attempted to climb over the tree truck-sized obstacle until it started to move dragging him closer to the half-breed.

"What! I'm just getting food unless you want your protector to starve." The tail didn't stop herding him until he was right back to the other three dragonlings. Tommy knew he didn't need his sword so he let it drop while he yelled up at the beast. "This isn't funny Phil."

"You know I appreciate you right?"

Since he was close enough now, Phil gently picked the young knight up with two fingers. He could feel Tommy squirming, but both knew nothing would happen.

"If I didn't think you could handle yourself, I wouldn't have chosen you to watch my young."

Tommy looked back in those deep blue eyes before he spoke. "Yeah well... I know."

Phil put the human back down beside the other three. He curled his tail closely around the four. His four kids.