#I need a puppy top to mount me and breed me

[filthy-kitten-by]

we need more puppy x kitty in this world

[sleep-0-deprived]

HEYYY I CAN REQUEST KITSUNE!DAZAI WITH TOP!SUB!READER, WITH BREEDING KINK AND WITH A BIT OF FOREPLAY, AMAB OF COURSE (PLEASE KITSUNE DAZAI HAS BEEN LEAVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE AND THERE ISN'T ENOUGH KITSUNE DAZAI BLOGS)

Desperation ~

Kitstune dazai x dom bottom male reader

Female aligned dni and Mdni this is an 18+ only blog with nsfw below the cut

A/N edited omg your right there aren’t hardly any kistune dazai fics and him with breeding! I think we have the same mind there anyway enough with my rant hope you enjoy I just saw I did your request backwards I’m so sorry bout that!

Mating season, it was something dazai knew all too well and he absolutely loved and hated it all together, he hated feeling the desperation to breed between his legs but god did you love breeding you although to his disappointment he could never knock you up? But oh well he’ll keep trying!

So here he was under you gasping and whining “pleasee I need to be inside you baby!~” begging as his cock twitches in your hand while stroking his hard cock as it drips pre cum all over your hand making a sticky mess as his tail wags his ears laying flat “you need to breed huh? Wanna stuff me already?”

You ask as your hand finds its way to his shaft while he try’s to fuck his cock into your fist making his cock pulse as your grip “yes! Mhm needa fill you up baby please let me stuff your hole—“

dazai groans and pounces on you pleading as his cock slips from your hand twitching as haunt your thigh as he begs with his tail swaying.

“So tempting dazai? You’re always so needy when it’s mating season….” Rolling your eyes as you push him on his back on your bed with his head against the head board as you undo your pants slipping your boxers off leaving your cock springing hard up against your stomach.

“N-no baby please don’t want you to ride me~! I wanna fuck you this time I wanna mount you wanna be on top pleasee~!” He pleaded looking up at you as he lays rock hard with his cock hard and needy for your attention “hm? What’s that? Maybe I should let you just this once since your being so good dazai!”

Giggling as you nod allowing him to be on top of you fucking you as you lay on your chest letting your ass stay raised up as you turn your head guiding his cock to your ass as your rim puckers around his tip making his thighs tremble his ears laying flat.

He lays on top of you whining like some lost puppy as he shoved his cock inside you letting your walls clench and suck around his cock all warm as your rim stretches wide adjusting to him.

“Baby please please! Needa move my hips!” Dazai drools in your ear kissing and licking your neck all over from behind trembling to keep his hips from moving as he fights the urge to start fucking you like a rabbit with his tail twitching and flicking at the end.

“You can move dazai~” you nod with a small moan as he holds your hips tightly digging his nails into you without wasting a second he starts pounding into you capping and putting right into your ear making you grip hold of the bed sheets tight “thank you! thank you baby I love you so much!~”

dazai drools out all high on sex pollen as he thrusts snapping his hips rapidly making your ass cheeks red as he holds you his arms around you moving from your hips starting to thrust as his cock jumps his tip leaking hard inside your ass stretching you out as he nails your prostate making you roll your eyes back.

“That’s good dazai~ keep goin just like that~” you whine out as you bite on the bed sheets drooling going numb to the pleasure beneath the horny kitsune knowing he was always so erratic moving his hips so fast fucking you desperately.

Dazai keeps gripping you like a possession about to be ripped away as his kistune senses flair up in his head not thinking anything except “must breed” as he fucks you nibbling on the back of your neck as he lays on your back mounting you making your bed creak.

“Gonna make you so full~ carrying my litter tummy bloated please let me please~!” Dazai slips one hand off your hip gripping your ass cheek tightly rubbing circles pinching it making your rim stretch wide for his girth.

“your gonna cum aren’t you dazai?~” you moan out feeling his tip twitching and the stutter in his hips feeling yourself close as he nails your prostate making your own cock jump in arousal dripping your own pre cum on the not so pristine sheets.

“Mh hmm~ m gonna cu—“ before he can whine out the rest of his words he gasps gripping your skin tight drooling on the back of your neck shoving himself as deep inside you he can go as he hits your deepest parts cumming staining your insides white as it rubs against your prostate just right all the sensations building up pushing you over the edge to as your cock tip drips a few more beads of pre cum before cumming all over the bed sheets with thick white ropes spitting out messily making you gasp trembling with your hands balled up in the sheets arching your back.

“Y-yes dazai!~” you manage to muster out as you feel your body full your ass stuffed full of his cum making it bloat slightly from receiving your fill but that doesn’t stop dazai, he’s too far loopy and needy only being able to think about breeding you not accepting the fact your a human man nope! You just need more cum that’s all? And he’ll gladly supply you with it!

“Need be bred more~ “dazai purrs out his ears drooping low on his head as he lays on top of you still buried deep inside you mounting you as you lay beneath him still stuffed full while his hips stutter and start fucking you again whining his pupils all dilated gripping your hips bruising them as your ass clenched around him abused and overstimulated easily from being stretched open for so long.

“That’s it dazai~!” You groan dropping your head in the bed sheets as his tail wags rapidly and his hands tremble as ropes of his cum get pumped in and out of you coating his shaft as he fucks you harder pounding your prostate with his body filled with the desperation and the need to breed you to knock you up to give you a litter. Wanting to impregnate you with kits needing you to be the mommy for them despite you being a man.

His brain is clouded in a lust filled fog irrationally imagining you pregnant as he keeps pumping his hips already close to cumming again as he licks the back of your neck trying to coat you in his scent as your mouth goes agape your eyes rolled back blabbering incoherient moans.

“Close ~ “groaning out as your cock pulses hard again with your second orgasm crashing over you like a wave while he fucks you through it leaving your ears ringing as your load spills all over the messy sheets only further staining them with your load as the room is filled with sticky sounds and the squelching of your now wet ass pumped with cum as he twitches inside you when your walls tighten around him.

“Needa breed you more~” dazai rambles drunkenly in your ear gasping as sweat coats his thin body as he lays on top of you snapping his hips harder as his cock pulses Cumming for the second time as his hips stutter pressing as deep as he can trying to make sure not a drop of him is wasted.

“O oh ng~ more cum~” he purrs out drooling on the back of your neck with his fluffy ears laying flat on his head with his tail swaying behind him as he holds still in you with your stomach full swelling slightly as his cum oozes out around his cum obviously over filled but dazai can’t stop now! That’s only two load? You need more to get pregnant right? Well he’ll just have to keep going til your pregnant then!

[puppyslutposting]

I wanna have some pup4pup fun so badly... I need a pup to come over and play video games and hit my bong and listen to music with me. Then, when we start to get horny (which is inevitable), we can play fight to see who's the strongest. We could strip down to our boxers and wrestle on the bed to see who can top who. If I win, you already know I'm going to breed them ruthlessly. I'd mount them and bite down on the back of their scruff, growling into them while I pump my cock in and out of their slippery little puppy hole, before forcing in my fat, throbbing knot. But if they win? I'll be the best boy you've ever seen. I'd be face down ass up faster than they could bark at me, pushing my pretty boycunt up for them to use as they saw fit. Barking and panting like the slutty breeding bitch I am. And then, when all the fighting and fucking is done, we could curl up with each other and take a cozy nap together!! >//W//< Woof!!

[seradae]

A Day At The Park [TF/NB] [puppyplay] [breeding]

I've never seen you more excited than when we pulled up to the new club in town, the Puppy Park. I had seen the owners posting on Fetlife and decided to take you once it had officially opened. Everyone was required to submit up to date STI tests, among other rules for the safety of the pups; a comforting and reassuring sight.

Once we got inside, we checked in at the reception and they verified our IDs, then I stripped you down and handed off your clothes for safekeeping. The receptionist buzzed us into the main room and you audibly gasped. A dozen or so puppies were walking around on their hands and knees, playing fetch and tug-of-war, rolling around, and just generally enjoying having a safe space.

I detached your leash and you dropped down on all fours, heading over to some of the other pups. With each movement forward, your tail wagged and I couldn't help but grin at how wet you were already, a distinct gleam under your tail.

You went up to a small group and gave a tentative bark of greeting, which they happily returned. One leaned down and rolled a ball toward you with her nose and you caught it with your teeth and growled playfully before rolling it back. She grinned and grabbed one end of a rope with her mouth, coming near you. You took the other end and pulled at it, the both of you fighting for dominance.

A woman in a beautiful floral sundress came up to me and said, "looks like our pups are having fun! That's Trixie and I'm Erica." She extended her hand and I took it, smiling warmly.

"He's Cat, and I'm Emma. They seem to be getting along well; it's so nice that they can just play!"

"She's been counting the days and I don't think she's the only one," she said, smiling. We both looked over just in time to see you licking Trixie's cheek and giggling. She licked you back then nipped playfully at your neck. "Be gentle, honey," Emma said across the room with a snicker.

You pounced on her and bite her neck softly, then let her roll back over, grins on both your faces. She moved behind you and nipped at your butt and rather than yelp, you let out a small moan and pushed your hips up.

She reached up and pushed your tail to the side before burying her face in your slit, lapping at you, eliciting loud moans. The other pups glanced at you, making you blush deeply, closing your eyes to focus on the sensation. Her long tongue felt like a dream and you could help but push back against her.

She pulled her face away and licked her lips, moaning at your taste. She climbed up on top of you and slid deep inside your little puppycunt, both of you half moaning, half whimpering in unison. She wasted no time, fucking you with reckless abandon right from the start. Suddenly, Emma whistled and called, "Trixie, come here!"

She growled and pulled out of you, going over to her owner. Emma said, "the rules of the house apply here too, pup. He gets to cum before you get to mount. Now go eat him like a good girl." You blushed even harder, watching this exchange play out and knowing that everyone there was now going to bear witness to what came next.

She came back to you and shoved her face between your legs, eating you out more fiercely than you had ever experienced. Her tongue danced across your clit in long strokes and you didn't care who heard you moan. You pressed back against her as she did everything in her power to make you cum hard.

With all eyes on you and a very motivated puppygirl lapping at your cunt, it would have been harder not to cum, and it didn't take long before your back was arching and you virtually fucking her face. You came with a loud moan, the orgasm ripping through you as she continued to lap at your clit. She slowed, then eventually stopped and moved around to lick your lips. You gave a sleepy little bark of gratitude, then wagged your hips and grinned at her.

That was all the instruction she needed. She mounted you and began to fuck you senseless, both of you whimpering and yipping. Her nails dug into your hips as she drove hard and fast into you, the rest of the room fading from your perspective; just two puppies in your own little world.

When she started to cum, you clenched down tight and she let out a sweet moan, plunging deep into you and exploding with a force you had rarely experienced before. The pulsations sent you over the edge and a second orgasm made its way through you, causing your little cunt to milk her for every last drop.

You both stayed frozen in place for a moment before she got off you and nuzzled your face, smiles all around. Then you noticed another puppygirl licking her lips and flicking her eyes to your tail suggestively.....

[fandomfluffandfuck]

PUPPY WEREWOKF STEVE 😫😫😫😫😫 I AM DEVISTATED 😵🥴

related to this nsfw text post I reblogged

Yes yes yes yes

And me too honestly haha. I am devastated over thinking about werewolf puppy Steve who isn't in in rut or anything but is equally as dumb as he would be if he were in rut. Rut makes him as aggressive as he can get; which isn't that aggressive, he is still Steve, mostly it's primal growls, accidentally too hard grabs (meaning extra bruises on Bucky (not that he minds)) or too rough manhandling, and instinctive puppy bites on Bucky's shoulder and neck and ass and inner thighs as he fucks Bucky again and again, humping him, defiling him, until Bucky is wrecked and drooling. Until he's out of his mind, only knowing that Steve is on top of him and so deep inside of him, rutting and grinding and cumming until Steve's release is dripping right out of him, making a huge fucking mess over his trembling thighs and sensitive balls.

But out of rut, juuust on the cusp of a full moon so his wolf instincts are quicker to come out than normal, Steve is crimally easy to coax into being fuck-stupid.

Especially fuck-stupid when Bucky has his leash and collar on him, choking him a lil, the length looped around a tight fist and pulling back. Steve is on all fours this time. Leashed and on all fours...

It always leaves Steve's month hanging open, gasping for breath in the best way. His heavy, thick cock is drooling underneath him (drooling with both pre-cum but also lube and his own cum from before, when he started the night out by fucking Bucky and popping his knot in him first), his face is flushed, his muscles are all twitching, and his eyes are shut because when he had them opened they were nearly crossed. Fucked. Stupid.

And all the while Bucky keeps telling him he's a good puppy over his own panting breaths. Both of them are sweating like crazy. The air smells like sex and is humid, thick. Exhaustion digs into them. But its not over yet. The lust is too strong still, burning through them and not ready to cool until they're both nothing but ash...

Then evenually, at some point, when Steve is finally hoarse from all his loud, unabashed whining and moaning, Bucky will pull out to get a look at that pretty, twitching hole and slap Steve's hip to get his puppy to wag his tail- swaying his hips back and forth as Bucky's cum drips in rivers out of his hole after their multiple rounds.

It looks filthy.

His hole is puffy, pink, and fucking gaping.

Not having Bucky stuffing him full - mounting him like a stud would a bitch - will make Steve whimper, near tears, and start to squirm badly. His squirming is only gonna get worse though. Because Bucky is quick to shove his face right between those round, pretty cheeks and fuck his tongue into his hole, tasting his own cum but not swallowing any of it. Instead of swallowing it, he's gonna push it back into Steve's mouth, telling him to swallow it, teasing him by growling, you're such a messy puppy aren't you? as he holds his chin in one hand - smushing his plump lips together a little - so Steve has to look right at him with his blue eyes nearly all black and glazed over.

He's completely fucked-out and satisfied as he nods, discombobulated, but still chasing Bucky's mouth. Wanting all of the taste of him on his lips. Still hungry for more. Steve always wants to keep all of his cum- Steve blames the wolf instincts for breeding because he's not yet ready to admit he's that such of a slut for Bucky that he needs all of it. All of it; If it leaks out of his hole, it's wasted and he wants it in his mouth so he can swallow it down into his belly. He can't help it, sobbing and shaking, he is just so, so fucking gluttonous for everything Bucky will give him.

Uhhh

Anyway. Yeah. Werewolf puppy Steve. Many thoughts. Head full.

[carrotmakar]

baby

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Harry wants a baby, and you’re more than happy to help him make one.

Warning(s): slight mention of oral (m receiving), boot humping, slapping (face, thigh, pussy), degradation, breeding kink, choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation,

A/N: listen, i know the title is :/ but who cares? not me! anyway yeah here’s a piece that’s literally just smut because i was talking to some of my friends about harry having a breeding kink and here we are :))

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“Fuck, just like that, puppy,” Harry pants as you slide your tongue along the vein that runs from the base of his cock all the way to the angry red tip. 

You look up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly as you take the head of his prick into your mouth. He hisses at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enclosing around him, and the sound makes your thighs clench together. He growls when he catches sight of the movement. He grabs ahold of your hair, tugging you back as he forces your legs open with the toe of his boot. The stiff leather grazes against your clit, causing you to whine high in your throat. 

He chuckles darkly, tutting lightly as he tightens his grip on your hair. “You’re so fucking needy, puppy.” His words cause your cheeks to burn, but there’s something about the embarrassment that makes your arousal soak your panties even more than it was before. “You’re so desperate for anything that I give you that my boot touching your cunt gets you all fucked out.” He releases his grip on your hair to cup your face, leaning down to smear his lips against yours for a split second before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. He stays close to your face, close enough that you’re breathing his air. “You’re so greedy for it, puppy, so go ahead and grind your pretty little pussy against my boot until you cum, alright?” You nod eagerly, and he smirks. “Then go ahead, but just know whatever mess you make, you’ll be cleaning up.” 

He pulls away and takes a seat on the bed, leaning back on his hands as he waits for you to begin. You crawl towards him, the soft carpet rubbing against your hands and knees as you make your way over to him. He watches you with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin, taking in every movement that you make. Once you’re finally close enough to him, he cups your cheek once again as you mount his boot. Letting the leather press down on your clit, you begin to grind against him as you look up at him through your lashes. His mouth is slightly ajar, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he watches you get yourself off. 

A dark smirk comes across his face as you breathe out moans of his name, the pleasure from rubbing yourself against him getting the best of you. “You’re so fucking easy for me, pet. Just a little whore that would do anything I asked of you, yeah?” He chuckles demeaningly when you whine high in your throat, nodding vehemently in agreement. “Pathetic little thing, I could tell you to bring yourself right to the edge while grinding on my boot over and over again and you’d do it.” You open your mouth to speak, but he stops you quickly by leaning forward and sticking his thumb in your mouth. He pushes down on your tongue as he slides the digit further into your mouth. You feel yourself gag lightly, but you can’t pretend that you don’t enjoy the absolute power he has over you at this very moment. “Should I make you do that, puppy?”

“No!” you all but beg around his finger, the word coming out a garbled mess. He laughs, mocking the sound. The embarrassment that courses through your veins sends flames licking up your spine, the feeling causing you to grind down harder on his boot, your arousal slicking your path even through your panties. 

He tuts, shaking his head. “What happened to that ‘whatever you want, daddy!’ attitude that you had when I walked through the door a few hours ago?” he pouts mockingly as he removes his thumb from your mouth, dragging the slick digit down over your lip and letting the skin catch there. He groans lowly as he notices your thrusts begin to falter, your steady pace becoming messy as he clutches your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks together so that your mouth is puckered open just the slightest bit. He lets his arms roam your face for a moment before puckering his lips and letting a trail of his spit fall from his mouth into your awaiting one.

“Swallow for me,” he commands, but the grip he has on your face makes it hard to do so. He watches you struggle for a few moments before retracting his hand and letting it come back down onto your cheek. The smack isn’t hard enough to hurt, or to even leave a lasting mark, but the impact and the complete submission that it pushes you into makes your back arch as pure pleasure washes through your body. You swallow the spit in your mouth before gasping for air as your entire body is overtaken in a white hot ecstasy that only Harry can bring you to. 

“So fuckin’ pathetic for me,” he drawls. “Cumming all over my shoe because I smacked you around a bit. What a fucking whore,” he spits, pure dominance radiating through his tone. When you look up at him, he’s got his hand around the base of his cock, and the sight alone makes you whine. He drags his hand up to the tip, collecting the pre cum there and dragging it back down to the base in one languid stroke. He continues, repeating the actions as he looks down at you. “Now clean me up, puppy. Want you to lick up your mess. You wouldn’t want my boot to be dirty, would you?” His voice has a teasing lilt to it, and it makes you just that much hotter as you look up at him. You shake your head quickly before backing up and leaning down until you’re face to face with the toe of his black leather boot. You press the flat of your tongue against the material, licking it clean. You can taste smoky leather mixed with your arousal and the taste makes you groan as your eyes roll back into your head. 

After a few minutes, you pull away as you look at your work. Finding it satisfactory, you lean back on your heels as you wait for his approval. He just removes his hand from his cock and curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ movement. You automatically obey, scrambling to your feet and into his arms. He pulls you into his lap and he groans at the feeling of your slick folds rubbing against his aching cock. He captures your lips in a searing kiss that has you breathless in moments. 

When he pulls away to let the both of you catch your breaths, he flips you both over so that he’s on top. Running a hand up your forearms, he stops at the wrist, holding both of them together in front of you with just one of his large hands. He pins them above your head and you gasp at the sudden change. He grinds his hips down into yours, eliciting a wonton moan from your lips. 

“Do you want it, puppy?” he asks, grasping your hip with his free hand in order to hoist himself up into a sitting position. You nod eagerly, raising your hips from the bed. He brings the hand that was on you hip down onto your thigh, smacking the skin. The impact makes you jump, but the heat of the spank goes straight to your core. “You know better,” he spits, voice hard. “Use your fuckin’ words.”

You rush to comply, but when he releases your hands and slides that hand down to your throat, squeezing hard enough to restrict your air flow the slightest bit, it becomes hard to choke out the words. “P-please, want you to— want you to fuck me,” you gasp and he chuckles, loosening his grip on your throat but still leaving his hand around it, letting you know that he’s in charge, that you’re his. 

“You want me to fuck you, puppy? Want me to fuck you like the little whore that you are for me?” he asks, bringing his free hand down to stroke his cock as he waits for an answer. 

“Please, daddy. Want you to fuck me. I need you,” you whine and he groans. 

“How can I say no to my baby begging for my cock?” he asks, teasing slightly as he guides his cock into your weeping entrance. He groans, grip tightening on your throat as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Your wetness makes it easy for his length to fit inside of you, but the stretch still takes a moment to get used to. 

He falls onto his forearm, propping himself up with the one arm while the other one tugs you closer by your throat. He dips his head, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear. “Haven’t even done anything besides slide in and you’re already gone for me,” he teases, nipping at your ear and making you clench around him. “Can’t wait to see how you are when I cum inside you, puppy. Do you want that? Hmm? Want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with me and there’s no way you don’t make me a daddy?” 

You moan unabashedly at the thought, nodding as you claw at his back. “Please, fill me up daddy, wanna be full of you.” 

He groans, dropping his head to the mattress beside you as he begins bucking his hips into yours. You wrap your legs around his waist to get him impossibly closer, and he raises from his spot to look at you. Squeezing your throat, he pistons his hips, fucking into you with no mercy. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty dripping with my cum, puppy. And when I’m done I’ll fuck it into you with my fingers until I’m ready to fill you up again.” You clench around him, crying out at the pleasure that courses through your veins at his words. “Yeah, you like that don’t you?” He brings his hand down to your puffy clit, circling the nub repeatedly and applying just the slightest bit of pressure. The combination of that, his thrusts, and his grip that’s progressively getting harsher on your throat has you seeing stars. “My little fuckin’ slut.” 

“I’m gonna, gonna—“

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he spits, removing his hand from your clit just to bring it back down harshly, smacking the bundle of nerves. You cry out at the sensation and he smirks when you clench around him. He brings his hand down once more, repeating his action and you whine high in your throat. Looking down at your swollen clit, he spits on the nerves and continues rubbing against the bundle with the pads of his fingers. “You’ll cum when I tell you to, if I tell you to. After all, you have acted like a whore all night. Do you think pathetic little whores get to cum?” 

You want to say yes, because you want to cum more than anything at the moment, but you know the answer. He knows that, too. So if you look at him and say yes, you really won’t get any release tonight. 

“No, daddy,” you whine, grinding your hips down to feel him deeper. 

“Then I guess you’re not cumming.” He shrugs, thrusting into you harder and applying more pressure to your clit. “And if you do,” he warns, “I’ll make you keep cumming until you’re begging me to stop.”

As he continues his ministrations on your clit, you decide that maybe him making you cum over and over again isn’t that bad of an option, so without a second thought, you let go. Your back arches as you cry out his name, repeating the syllables until they’re nothing but incoherent mumbles. Your thighs shake around him and his hand tightens on your neck, cutting off your air supply just the slightest bit. He applies more pressure to your clit, rubbing harshly as you ride out your orgasm. 

He doesn’t let up when you’re finished, he does exactly what he told you he would do. He continues his actions, grunting out a quick “Keep cumming, puppy. You fucking wanted it so here you go.” and rubbing quick circles. You continue to convulse around him, cumming over and over again as he thrusts into you. 

“Since you don’t know how to fucking listen, I don’t know if you deserve my cum, puppy. What a shame, I wanted to fill you up so bad.” 

You immediately begin to babble on, almost incoherently, “No, no, please! Want— want you to cum inside me. Please, daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t listen, it won’t happen again,” you beg as his hips begin to falter in pace. 

You shudder around him, clenching his cock with your walls as he brings you to get another orgasm as he buries himself to the hilt and let’s go. The feeling of his warm spurts of cum filling you up make your eyes roll back in your head. Grasping onto any part of his body you can reach, you pull him closer to you as he calms down from his high. 

Before you can say anything, he slowly pulls from you and slinks down your body. His eyes are wide as he watches his cum drop from your hole, and before you know it, he’s rubbing his fingers through the mixture of your releases with his fingers and fucking it back into you. Your breath hitches and he chuckles, letting his head come to rest on your thigh as he continues his harsh thrusts. “Told you I’d fuck it back into you until I was ready to go again. Wanna make you a mommy.”

Your back arches at his words paired with his fingers curling up to graze against that spongy spot inside of you that has your legs shaking and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He continues his ministrations as you clench around him, shaking in pleasure and right on the edge of another orgasm before he pulls away completely. 

You whine, but the sound gets caught in your throat as he runs the head of his cock over your folds and smirks at you. “Ready for me to fill you up again?”

[tth-pdf]

Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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Lazy Dog Mornings

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Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung Genre: smut, PWP Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3.1k

Tags: smut, PWP, puppy play, dirty talk, rough sex, knotting cock rings, discussion of breeding, D/s relationship, oral sex, anal sex, barebacking, bottom Park Jimin, puppy Park Jimin, switch Jeon Jungkook, puppy Jeon Jungkook, top Taehyung, top Hoseok, 

Summary: Taehyung brings Jimin to spend a lazy Saturday with Hoseok and Jungkook for a puppy play date.

A/N: The first of 2021′s Kinktober fics! Due to time constraints with real life, I will not be doing all 31 days for Kinktober. There are 18 fics listed at the moment for this month’s official Kinktober, scattered from today to the 31st. Between these fics I will be publishing the rest of Moonlight as I am able, so I recommend turning on notifications or AO3 notifications if you’re interested, since my normal Monday’s only posting schedule will be gone at least for the remainder of this month. Hope you enjoy! 

“Long time no see,” Hoseok rose, hugging Taehyung. 

“Right, it’s been weeks. How’ve you two been?” Taehyung asked. Jimin slipped in behind him, smiling sheepishly at Hoseok. 

“We’ve been good,” Hoseok said. He reached out, tugging Jimin’s collar. “You’re okay, you can go play. Jungkookie is in the living room. Make sure he puts his collar on if he’s gonna play with you.”

Jimin grinned broadly and rushed into the living room, forgetting to drop onto his hands and knees. Taehyung chuckled. “He’s been asking to come see Jungkook for ages.”

“He lost his phone,” Hoseok said, rolling his eyes. He laughed as he did. “We’re getting him a new one, but that’s why he’s not talked to Jimin.”

“How’s he been adjusting to the more permanent lifestyle?” Taehyung asked as they walked into the living room. 

“Not too bad. We still keep it pretty casual, especially because he does still wanna have a regular job, all that. But on weekends like this, well – aside from a video game I know a pup would never be able to play…” He tousled Jungkook’s hair as he passed. Jungkook smiled up at him sheepishly, holding his game controller a little closer to his chest. “He’s enjoying it.”

“Oh!” Taehyung patted Jimin. “Get comfy, pet – you’re safe here.”

“Can I?” Jimin asked. Taehyung nodded. 

“Me too?” Jungkook chirped. 

“Of course.” Hoseok handed him his collar. “You want a drink, Taehyung?”

“Something light,” Taehyung said. He followed Hoseok to the kitchen. “You know, I got Jimin the neatest new toy.”

“Oh?”

“I think Jungkook might really enjoy it.”

Hoseok nodded as he dug in the fridge. He passed Taehyung a bottle of yellow alcohol. “It’s sweet,” he assured him. He reached up and grabbed a bowl, as well as a stainless-steel dog bowl, and two more bottles of the alcohol. 

The two had met at a munch nearly seven years ago. Taehyung was fresh to the scene, while Hoseok had been playing a few more years. They became fast friends, sharing tips and learning new things together. It wasn’t until five years ago that they stumbled across Jimin and Jungkook, two young men in a very similar situation, at a much, and rather new to the scene. The four formed a friendship that shifted very easily and organically into something much deeper; Jimin finding Taehyung’s close age a comfort and seeking him as a more permanent partner, and Jungkook preferring the firm hand of an elder to take care of his needs. The rest, as they say, was history. Even now, years later, they rarely played outside of their loose quad, and puppy play had become the shining key in their relationship, Jimin and Jungkook taking to it instantly.

When they returned to the living room, Jungkook and Jimin had gotten themselves far more comfortable. Their clothing was in a pile nearby and they were lounging on Jungkook’s blanket on the floor, each wearing their collars and preferred tails. Jungkook’s was a sleek, whiplike black one, as well as a pair of soft, folded velveteen ears, and Jimin’s was a curly-q one, fluffy and big, dyed in a variety of bright colors. His ears were bright yellow and white, one that stood straight up, the other flopped down, with the same fluffy fur as his tail. They were both watching the television intently, some sports program Jungkook must have found. 

Hoseok crouched, pouring one bottle into each bowl. He snapped, getting their attention. “For you guys.”

Jungkook grinned and made a small noise of appreciation, rolling over and crawling to the bowl. 

Jimin yapped, pouting at Jungkook, who’s movement had disturbing his head rest. He stayed on his back for a moment before rolling to trot to his bowl as well. Hoseok smiled softly, watching the two for a minute before leaning back on the couch, sipping his drink. Taehyung moved closer to him, brushing a hand lightly over his thigh. 

“We really need to make time to hang out more often,” Taehyung commented. 

“Hm… We do.” Hoseok leaned over, his lips grazing Taehyung’s jaw. “Oh, you smell amazing.”

“A new cologne, Jiminie got it for my birthday.”

“It’s splendid. Tell me,” Hoseok set his bottle down and slid his hand up Taehyung’s thigh, squeezing firmly. “How’s work been going?”

Taehyung sighed, leaning into Hoseok. “Same old, same old,” he mumbled breathily. “My boss is sort of a jerk but I’m making due… I’m up for a promotion next month.”

“Congrats. You’ll finally be out from under his thumb if you get it.”

“Mm, that’s the hope; I’ll be his equal. I’ll have some more flexible time too, which will be nice.”

“Come visit us more often,” Hoseok suggested, beginning to press gentle kisses along Taehyung’s jaw. 

“I’d like to. Playdates for the pups at least.”

“Oh, of course… That’s the only reason,” Hoseok teased. He shifted, meeting Taehyung’s mouth in a gentle kiss. It deepened easily, their hands sliding over one another’s bodies. Taehyung shifted his hand under Hoseok’s shirt, pinching his nipple hard enough to make Hoseok hiss. 

“Tease,” he growled, nipping Taehyung’s bottom lip.

“No… Foreplay,” Taehyung promised. He moved over, nudging Hoseok’s shirt out of the way to suck a bruise onto the firm muscle of his collarbone. Hoseok moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut. He reached out, palming Taehyung’s cock gently through his jeans, savoring the feel of it stiffening even through the thick fabric. 

His eyes fluttered open and glanced down at their pups on the floor, chuckling. 

“I think someone’s in a humpy mood,” he teased, nudging Taehyung.

Taehyung pulled away from his neck looked over to see. Jimin had mounted Jungkook and was lazily thrusting into his mouth.

“Jimin!” Taehyung hissed. 

Jimin jumped down, doing his best to look guilty and remorseful with his cock hard and wet between his thighs. Jungkook, on the other hand, pouted. He trotted up to Hoseok and rested his chin on his knees, whining softly.  

Hoseok smiled, stroking his hair. 

“Aw, I’m okay with having a breeding session if you are, Taehyungie,” Hoseok said. 

Jungkook wiggled his butt, looking expectantly at Taehyung. 

Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and tugging Jungkook’s ear playfully. “You’re really too cute for your own good. Fine. But you mount him. Minie is in trouble for coming too fast earlier this week and isn’t allowed to fuck anything.”

Jimin whined softly, spinning himself in a small circle before play bowing to Taehyung in apology. 

“Oh! Wanna try out the new toy?” Taehyung offered, pulling it out. It looked like a leather cock ring, dyed a vibrant, ruddy red. It was thick – two strips of leather at the top and bottom of the ring, connected by a thinner strip of leather that would rest at the top and underside of the cock when attached. In the middle, where the open space was, was what looked like a piece of a thick condom. Attached to the ring was a rubber tube that ran back and attached to a little hand pump coming from where the ring attached to where it connected behind the balls.

“It’s a knotting cock ring. He can pump it up when he’s coming and knot him, just like a real pup.”

Hoseok grunted in approval. “I would love to see that. Let him put it on you, Kookie.”

Jungkook nodded. He went up on his knees and set his hands on either side of Taehyung’s knees. Taehyung leaned down, attaching the cock ring to him. As he did, Jungkook snuffled over his neck and licked him, earning a laugh. Taehyung tousled his hair and flicked his cock gently.

“Go on, breed my Minie. Make sure he howls for you like a good boy,” he cooed.

Jungkook rushed back over, tackling Jimin down. The two began to wrestle around, kissing and biting at each other’s necks and mouths. 

“Is he well lubed?” Hoseok asked, palming himself through his jeans as he watched the two.

“Oh yeah, I added a lot before we came, just in case you or Jungkook wanted to use him.” Taehyung reached out, palming Hoseok himself. “Wanna fuck my mouth while we watch?”

“No, I think I’m gonna get some puppy kisses after they get going, do you mind if I use Jimin?”

“By all means… Can I breed Jungkook?”

“Please do - he’s been itching for a new cock in his hole lately.”

Jimin yelped, drawing their attention to the two on the floor. Jungkook had him pinned on his stomach, teeth digging hard into his shoulder. He’d nudged the tail plug out of the way, using the strap around Jimin’s middle to keep it on. He was rutting away, trying to sink his cock in without hands. 

“That’s a good boy,” Taehyung cooed. “You breed him. Show him who’s the boss.”

Jungkook barked and shifted, yelping himself when his cock finally plunged into Jimin’s slick asshole. 

Jimin screamed, jerking under him as Jungkook began to fuck into him, not giving him a chance to ease into it. 

Hoseok swore softly. He sank to the ground, undoing his jeans and sliding close to Jimin. 

“Come on, Minie. Be a good dog and play with a bone.” He taunted. He fisted Jimin’s hair and pulled his head up. Jimin’s cheeks were mottled, his eyes already glazed in pleasure and Jungkook used his ass. 

Hoseok slapped his cock over Jimin’s wet, plush lips. “Come on, puppy. Be good.”

Jimin whined low in his throat. He stuck his tongue out, drooling over Hoseok’s cock before letting it slide into his mouth. Hoseok moaned happily, holding his head. “Oh, good doggie,” he groaned. 

“That mouth is phenomenal, isn’t it?” Taehyung asked, crawling onto the floor with Hoseok. His own cock was pulled from his pants, wet with his own spit as he stroked himself.

“Amazing, you’ve done wonders training him, Taehyung,” Hoseok panted, fucking up into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin whimpered and groaned, his throat making small, wet gulping noises each time Hoseok’s cock penetrated it. 

“Want me to suck it?” Hoseok offered, looking at Taehyung’s cock pointedly.

“Nope, I was just getting ready. Is Kookie’s hole ready?”

Jungkook barked sharply, his grin wide enough to show most of his teeth. Hoseok laughed. 

“There’s your answer.” 

Taehyung chuckled. He pulled his pants off and went over behind Jungkook. He pulled the plug out, sliding two fingers in instead. “Oh, good boy. Ready to get filled up, huh?” 

Jungkook grumbled happily, wiggling his ass as much as he could still humping Jimin. 

“That’s it, hump my boy,” Taehyung coaxed. “Minie needs a nice thick load from a puppy like you this week, remind him what a good little breeding boy he is.”

Jungkook growled. He laid over Jimin, panting and huffing in his ear. 

Jimin moaned as well as he could, his voice cut off when Hoseok pumped his cock back into his mouth. He held his head down, eyes rolling back. “He’s gotten so much better at deep throating,” Hoseok panted.

Taehyung slid his cock slowly into Jungkook, sighing contentedly at the tight squeeze. Jungkook yipped, his body giving a pleasant little shudder. Taehyung went still, almost all the way inside Jungkook. He let his hands rest on his hips gently. Each time Jungkook thrusted into Jimin, he pulled slightly off Taehyung’s cock, and the pull out pushed him firmly back onto him. Jungkook groaned deep in his throat.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praised, stroking his sweat slicked back. “Harder you fuck my pup, the more cock you get, you’re learning.” 

Jungkook barked. He leaned down, licking a stripe up Jimin’s neck before nipping his ear and growling deep down. He began to move faster, slamming into Jimin hard enough to jerk him forward ever so slightly. The movement made him take Hoseok’s cock a little deeper as well, his shoulders jerking when he gagged on his cock. 

Jungkook picked up the hand pump, squeezing it a few times. Jimin whined, pushing his ass back further as the knot began to swell. It wasn’t enough to lock yet, slipping in and out of his ass with a slick pop. 

“Has he taken it before?” Hoseok panted, shifting to fuck up into Jimin’s mouth. 

“Not yet,” Taehyung said. He laid over Jungkook, his own hips now working to pound deep into his ass on each thrust. “He’s knotted me with it, and it felt amazing, but he’s not had a pup to give it to him.”

Hoseok moaned softly at that. “Hear that, Kookie,” he cooed, stroking Jungkook’s hair. “Gonna be the first to knot Minie’s tight little hole. How proud you should be. Give it to him good, pet… Make him howl for you.”

Jungkook barked sharply, choking back a moan. He shifted, driving his hips harder and faster into Jimin’s ass. 

Jimin shouted around Hoseok’s cock, his tears sliding down his cheeks. Hoseok looked at him, giving a thumbs up in question. Jimin nodded as well as he could, wrapping his lips tightly around Hoseok’s cock and sucking hard even as he gagged.

Jungkook began to pant more erratically, his hips working wildly. He snarled huffed and whined, biting down on Jimin’s shoulder lightly. He grabbed the pump, squeezing it each time he thrust forward. 

Finally, Jimin yelped and Jungkook went still, spinning his hips in tiny little circles. He leaned his head back, mouth open as his body jerked gently with the force of Taehyung’s thrusts. 

“That’s a good boy,” Taehyung purred, holding Jungkook’s hips. “You breeding my boy? Hm? Filling my pup full?”

Jungkook let his tongue hang out, his eyes going a little unfocused. The sight was stunning. 

Hoseok swore softly. He shifted and thrusted hard and fast into Jimin’s mouth. He could feel drool dribbling down his cock as Jimin struggled to take him. 

“Relax, Minie,” he panted. “Just let me in, I’ll give you a yummy treat, just let it happen, oh, fuck—” Hoseok gritted his teeth. He drove his cock into Jimin’s mouth, feeling his throat clench and convulse around his tip. He held his head, his cock spurting ropes of come. 

Hoseok released Jimin’s head, letting him pull back. Drool and come spilled from his mouth and over his chin and he coughed and gagged. He went back immediately, lapping at Hoseok’s cock to clean it. Hoseok smiled softly, stroking his hair. “Such a good boy,” he cooed. 

Jungkook grunted, baring his teeth as Taehyung pounded into him, his nails biting into Jungkook’s hips. 

Taehyung shuddered, his thrusts breaking their rhythm as he neared his orgasm. He tossed his head back, grunting as he came, still driving into Jungkook’s ass as he did. Jungkook grinned broadly, looking back at Taehyung and barking once sharply. 

“Yeah, I know… Good boy,” Taehyung panted, patting his ass. 

“I think Minie needs to come still,” Hoseok worried, leaning down to stroke Jimin’s cock, leaking and hard.

“Aw, you didn’t come from being bred?” Taehyung asked. 

Jimin shook his head in something resembling a no and whined, thrusting forward into Hoseok’s hand as much as he could still tied to Jungkook’s cock. 

“I’ll milk him,” Hoseok offered. He kissed Jimin’s cheek and forehead gently. Letting go of Jimin’s cock for a moment, he swiped his hand through the come and spit from their earlier activities still on Jimin’s face, using it to ease his hand as he began to stroke Jimin with a firm, sure grip.

“Come on, pup – let it out. We gotta get you to come or you’ll get pent up, won’t we?” He coaxed, his voice soft and soothing. 

“Such a good boy, Minie,” Taehyung added, reaching out to stroke Jimin’s back. “Didn’t come without permission, you’re getting so good at that. You have permission now, puppy – you can come any time you need.”

“He is a good boy,” Hoseok agreed. Jimin smiled crookedly, letting his tongue hang out even as his eyelids fluttered. “Holding his come until we’re ready to milk it out of him. Taking Kookie’s knot all the way, taking me without so much as a complaint or a nip. You’re such a good boy, Minie.” Hoseok stroked his cheek gently, his hand working fast along the length of his cock. 

Jungkook snuffled against Jimin’s ear, whining and woofing softly. He licked a stripe up his cheek and Jimin turned his head, meeting Jungkook’s mouth in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth. 

Jimin broke the kiss to hiss, his hips twitching wildly. 

“That’s it,” Taehyung coaxed. “Let it come. Come for Hobi, Minie.” Taehyung slowly pulled his softened cock from Jungkook’s ass, slipping the tail plug back in. Jungkook let the air from the knot, pulling himself free. He crouched down, sliding his tongue deep into Jimin’s gaping hole to catch the come as it dribbled out.

Jimin groaned at that, thrusting back against Jungkook’s tongue. His eyes rolled back a little, mouth hanging open. 

“Come on, such a good boy, come for me, Minie, come on, let it all out.” Hoseok praised.

Jimin yipped, his entire body shuddering. Jungkook leaned up and pushed his tail plug back in, biting his ass playfully. Jimin’s cock jerked in Hoseok’s hand and began to spurt ropes of come onto his hand and the floor. 

“Oh, good boy,” both Taehyung and Hoseok praised as Hoseok milked his orgasm from him. When he could get no more, Hoseok pulled his hand back and both Jimin and Jungkook went forward, licking the come from it. They shared another messy kiss afterward, nipping each other’s mouths.

Hoseok settled back onto the couch, wiping his hand free of saliva and come, and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“That was very needed,” Taehyung said, slumping on the couch after putting himself away. 

“Most definitely,” Hoseok agreed, watching the two cuddle on the floor. “You boys wanna get a bath?” He offered. “After we can all take a nice nap together and then go out to dinner?”

Jimin and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed up to the two, wagging their tails as fast as they could manage. 

Taehyung laughed brightly. “Guess that’s a yes.”

The two rose and led Jimin and Jungkook down to the bathroom. Deciding it was far easier, they got the others up on their feet and showered two by two, sharing gentle kisses and touches as they passed. 

After their showers, Jungkook and Jimin were permitted to remove their plugs, leaving their ears and collars on. Hoseok let Taehyung borrow a pair of sleeping pants, and all four curled up on Hoseok and Jungkook’s bed. It was a tight fit, not that they minded; the closeness was comforting for Jimin and Jungkook after playtime, and Taehyung and Hoseok were happy to give them all they needed. They knew they weren’t in the most traditional relationship, but it didn’t bother them. They were happy, and they found joy in the small things. That was what really mattered. 

[cowboisadness]

Scribbles

 Arthur Morgan x f!reader oneshot

Summery: Arthur Morgan deserves happiness and to have a little family that loves him dearly. A daughter that loves to draw and is his world.

I started writing this, had a nap, woke up at midnight, finished it and cried a little.

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"Pa! Pa I made you something" 

The taps of little bare feet on the cabin floor made their way to where Arthur was sat in the main living area. Filled bag at his side ready for the few days of travel ahead to purchase a breeding stallion. 

Breeding, training and rearing horses is a passion of his, and thankfully there is a booming market for it in the parts of the country that don't yet have motor wagons. 

Horses are his passion, but the thing that gives him life is the very thing bounding towards him. 

Three years old, a great mop of dusty blonde hair, pale blue eyes, her mother’s short temper and a new love for drawing. Little Beatrice, Bea for short, Bumble Bee when she would buzz around the gardens needing to inspect every flower there was to see.

"What you got?" He questioned as she climbed up on the couch to sit on his lap, paper waving in her hand.

"I drawn this." She handed the now crumpled folded paper from her tiny fists over to him, her toothy smile illuminating the space and his heart.

As he preceded to gently unfold it, excited to see her creation she slapped a hand over his own to halt his progress. 

He often thought that he didn't merit having those hands in his own. His large and rough hands once brought immeasurable pain and suffering to others in the past. Covered in dirt and blood more than love and affection. In recent years the only time blood would be on him would be when the mares are foaling. Bringing life into the world instead of taking it.

He still had those lingering thoughts of him being undeserving to have such small, delicate, innocent hands wrapped in his own, but each time she held on those thoughts would be pushed back and dissipate into the dark corners of his mind that he couldn't reach.

He thought his wife had the monumental task of changing his life. This one did it without even trying. 

"Don't look now. Look when you are missing me and Momma and Bear and Lily." She instructed. He would be a fool not to follow. 

Bear and Lily currently nowhere to be found. Bear, the large mountain dog probably out guarding the grounds. He's big and mean when needed but he's nothing more than a spoilt puppy. 

Lily, the cat with fur as white as fresh snow that wandered in one night and hasn't left since was more than likely taking her anger out on the rats that try to eat up the crops and flowers.

It didn't take long for him to find you, tending to the blackcurrant bushes you planted two years ago. Preening and weeding, almost prime for the picking He let down Bea as they got closer, her bare feet getting covered in dirt as she ran to inspect the berries. Asking for the hundredth time this week if they are ready to eat yet.  You shake your head, telling her "All good things come to those who wait." 

Arthur nodded down at her, folding up the paper again and carefully putting it into his satchel. 

He picked her up then, balancing her on his side with an arm around her and her arms wrapping around his neck. Picking up his packed bag and heading out the door to their home. 

How true that is.

Meeting you for a kiss and you making sure he’s got everything he needs for the journey for the second time that day. Kissing you once more and then kneeling down to place a firm kiss on the top of Bea’s head. 

“See you in a couple of days. You be good now.” He points down sternly, the smile on his face betraying him. 

“I always am Pa.” She looks up at Arthur, her eyes squinting from the morning sun shining behind him. Arthur scoffing with a hint of scepticism.  

With that he made his way over to his horse, stowing his bag securely onto its croup before mounting. Looking over his shoulder Bea was now placed on your hip, both watching him kick his heels in and spurring the horse into a slow walk. Looking back as you both waved him farewell.

He was barely outside of the fence line to your home, trees now obscuring his view of the two of you when he pulled out the paper he was given not 10 minutes ago. Dropping the reins to unfold it with both hands as to not lose it to the breeze. The page was adorned with splashes of graphite and the colour pencils she only used for special occasions. He could tell she tried her hardest to colour inside the lines. Three figures stood at the centre with the smallest in the middle, two creatures at their side. Yellow in the corner and green at their feet. You’re in your favourite yellow blouse and working pants. He in his old blue striped shirt and riding jeans. Bea in her prized blue dress with the frills. Multiple bees buzzing around the multicoloured flowers in our hair. His smile one mimicking the one in the drawing, giving the piece another look over before folding it up again the way it was and positioning it tightly into the back of his journal. Making sure it won’t fall out before slipping his journal back into the satchel at his side. 

Arthur didn't think he deserved any of this. But he knew she deserved the world and more.

[thehoneybuzz]

Ashes to Ashes

Before April 23rd, I had never seen Mount St. Helens. She was a legend from my history textbooks - a harbinger of dark skies and an earth shaker. The Yakima Indian tribe calls her Si Yett, meaning woman. According to tribal mythology, the Great Spirit placed Si Yett between the battling brothers, Mount Adams and Mount Hood, to protect the region. Like other legends, Helens is a great marker of time. The question of, "Where were you when…" elicits memories as vivid as the glint of the glassy snow I found on her peak. 

After her eruption, some thought the world was ending. Observing her crater, her jagged peaks, and the ribbons of steam issuing from her, still - silent reminders of her violent potential - you are struck by her serenity as well as her power. Her allure is not a mystery, and it is that allure which called to me.

I thought she would make a perfect beginning. With peak elevation at 8,366 feet, she doesn't quite make the top 10 list of Washington's highest summits. Even at her tallest - 9,677 in 1980 - she only ranked at number five. Despite her diminished proportions, her treachery remains in her grade. You gain one thousand feet of elevation over each mile which makes her a formidable challenge. It was just the challenge I was looking to find. 

I packed and repacked gear, reviewed chapters on ice ax use and cold-weather layering in the Mountaineering Bible, and streamed endless hours of online videos in preparation. I hoped that all of this, in addition to my physical training, would be enough. I would be climbing my first mountain, and I would be facing the challenge alone. My companion was another inexperienced climber, and in conquering Helens, I would be solely responsible for my success - or my failure. 

Alone isn't something I'm afraid of - there is something to be said for self-sufficiency. My self-reliance has taken me to beautiful and terrifying places, unlocking the world in ways I couldn't anticipate. Being prepared, however, is critical. 

In aviation, before each flight, you inspect your airplane. The procedure never changes. Check oil, check gas, wings, ailerons, flaps, luggage compartment, rudder, elevator, wheels, brakes, antennas, lights, avionics. At this point in my flying career, the movements are automatic. I'll never forget the words of my first instructor, who told me, "You never want to be in the air wishing you had checked something on the ground. If you can be proactive, you should be. It could save your life." 

I took the lesson with me into mountaineering as I obsessively cycled through my gear list. I knew I was ready. So why did it feel like something was missing? I searched myself for answers. Charlie, our dog, sensed my impatience and rolled over on top of my neatly organized gear - adding a collection of his hair to my merino wool base layers. I laughed as I knelt to scratch him.

"Extra protection," I thought. 

That's when it hit me. 

Growing up, I lived on 20 acres adjacent to miles of preserved natural land. I spent most of my childhood with a book, a pocket knife, and a dog exploring the wilderness behind our home. It's where my love of nature was born. Jake, our family dog and a legend himself was my eager companion. 

"You can go wherever you'd like..." my mom would say as I packed a lunch for the day, "... so long as you bring the dog."

Jake was freedom, a good listener, and a ready companion. He was our protection. When my parents told me they'd be dividing our land and developing a new housing community, I mourned for myself, but I remember thinking what would happen to Jake. Had my parents forgotten him in their grand planning? I didn't know how he would survive in a shrinking world. 

It ended up not mattering much. My mom and step-dad divorced before the development took off. My brother, mother, and I moved into a one-bedroom apartment, and we took Jake with us. I was right to be worried about shrinking worlds but underestimated the magnitude. 

As I agonized over my lost home, Jake took on a new kind of protection. A constant in the raging sea of our changing lives, he remained steadfast. Unbothered by his changing condition, his fur caught my tears, and his ears caught my troubles. As a family, we rebuilt our lives. 

Jake held on for years for us, but after his hips went to the dysplasia typical of his breed, he simply couldn't hang on anymore. He let us know it was time - another one of his great mercies - and we did right by him. We lost our best friend that day. For all the space I thought he needed, what he wanted most was to be in our arms. That is how Jake left the world. If love could have saved him, it would have. 

No one quite knew what to do with his ashes. At first, it felt too soon. Having to say goodbye again so shortly after his loss seemed impossible. So Jake's ashes went into a cupboard, and there he stayed for 15 years. No moment or location ever seemed quite right. 

We had to move several boxes to find him. I remembered the sound of his collar as I gently divided his remains, securing a healthy portion rather unceremoniously in a ziplock bag. It was decided. I was taking Jake to the top of the mountain - My protector.

When I made it to the summit, I sobbed. I was overwhelmed at the release I felt - making those last few steps and revealing the world in all her glory. Mount Adams feels so close you truly feel as if you can reach out and touch his peak. The cornices that form atop the crater's edge tempt and terrorize you as you long to peek over their precarious ledges to view the scenery below. Rainier - invisible behind the peak - comes into view so sharply and suddenly that it shocks you. I don't think I'll ever be able to describe the peace and power you find at the top of mountains. 

As I took Jake's ashes from my pack, I looked up to find a group of skiers summiting behind me. I gasped out loud when I saw their companion. They had brought their young yellow dog - a ghost of Jake - to the summit. The dog smiled at me and came over.

I couldn't hide my tears as I buried Jake's remains in the snow. He had waited so patiently and so long to be back in nature. Putting him there felt almost spiritual. Ashes to ashes as two legends and mythical protectors - mountain and dog - laid together. Through tears, I shared my story with the group. Pippin, their lab, licked my ungloved hand as the alpine sun dried my tears. We toasted summit beers to mountain dogs and took off down the slope together. Having protected me one more time, Jake lay at rest on the summit at last. 

This June, I'll attempt Mt. Baker, and Jake will be with me again. It's been so many years since his passing; I was shocked at the depth of my emotions as I kneeled with his remains in the snow. I know rationally that his ashes add weight to my pack and don't offer any 'real' safety. You can't burn them in the cold; they don't purify water or offer sustenance. They are frivolous from the rational perspective. Yet, I can't imagine a summit without him. 

Growing up, I wanted a dog so badly that I gave my mom a PowerPoint presentation about why I deserved one. It's the irrational I'm interested in now. Knowing that when I needed him most, Jake was within arms reach, ready to guide me home. 

I honestly don't know if this is a story about mountains or a story about dogs. If it's a story about mountains, I could describe how every moment spent on the descent, I marveled at the beauty of the natural world. If it's about dogs, I could tell you about the two wet noses that welcomed me home: Sophie, my perfectly round Beagle with soft ears, and the sweetest hellos. Charlie, my foster fail, who, despite having been hit by a car as a puppy, approaches each day with an unrivaled sense of enthusiasm and joy. His love for life has reached me even in my darkest moments. Many happy years remain before I carry them up the summit, and for that, I am grateful.

By the time my feet hit the pavement of the trailhead, I could wring out my socks. They had been drenched in melting show. I was happy and exhausted. It struck me again how the world keeps turning even in those surreal moments when time appears to stand still. Our descent had been complicated - but proved I could endure difficult things. I sang as I removed my boots and smiled, leaning against the trunk of my car. I looked up at the mountain - invisible in the evening mist - that I had just conquered. 

Mountains and dogs, I thought. A girl doesn't really need much else. 

[kewltie]

Dragons were once thought as gods across the land. Legends spoke of how their footsteps would shake the ground wherever they'd tread, a beat of their wings was said to have cause windstorm to appear in the horizon, and their roars could call down lightning; they were indomitable beasts.

Katsuki’s people had dedicated more than a thousand year and generations of their blood, sweats, and tears to bring these great beasts to their heels. To be chosen by a dragon to be their soulkin is a special privilege reserve for the few—the strongest, smartest, and best people.

It's sacred. And not everyone can even touch a dragon, let alone—

“Who’s a good boy,” Izuku coos, rubbing his hands all over Kithura’s snout like he's an overly large and eager dog, and not at all like a holy beast of Katsuki's people. “The very best boy? You are, it’s you!”

Kithura lets out a pleased rumble, the end of his scaly tail swinging back and forth.

Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose at the sight. This sickening, horrendous thing he's privy to. He should kill the both of them to save himself from this utterly embarrassing shitshow.

Laws and traditions are carved into the foundation of their society, but if Izuku not even going to bother respecting that shit how is Katsuki supposed to be rule over anything?! "Oi, get the fuck away from Deku, you stupid fat lizard," Katsuki snaps, temper fraying at the edge.

Izuku's hands startle to a stop and Kithura raises his overgrown head, snorting an offended fume out of his nose. Not fat, he grumbles, like that's more important than the stupid part. This is also somehow Izuku's fault too; his dragon didn't just turn into a lapdog overnight.

"Kacchan!" Izuku's face lights up at the sight of him angrily stomping his way toward them. "You're finish with the council meeting?"

Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement. "What the hell, Deku? He's not a damn pet." He gives Kithura a pointed look. Have some fucking dignity, he scolds.

Kithura just puffs out hot air and curls closer to Izuku in defiant of Katsuki's earlier rebuke.

"Oh, I know." Izuku smiles brightly. "Kit was just kindly keeping me company while I was waiting for you to be done." His smile widens even further. "I wanted to show Kit my appreciation."

Kithura grins down at him in the way that only a dragon can. Full of menacing teeth and bite, his jaw bigger than the size of Izuku's head but that doesn't stop Izuku from going soft and heart eyes at Katsuki's murderous fire breathing dragon who had crushed hundreds of his enemies’ skull under his foot.

"What," he says flatly with a twitch of his eye. "What the fuck you say?"

"I wanted to show Kit my appreciation?" Izuku repeats with a curious tilt to his voice. He bites down on lower lip unsurely. “Should I have not done that?”

"No," Katsuki snaps, right hand itching to reach for the sword his side so he can ram a hole into his own head, because seriously, the hell? "I meant, what the fuck did you just called my dragon?"

"Kit?" Izuku blinks. "Sorry, I just didn't want to accidentally butcher your partner's full name. It sounds beautiful when you say it, but I—I don’t think my tongue can bend that way." He scrunches up his face and then tilts his head up toward Kithura with woeful eyes. "But you don't mind being called Kit, do you?"

Kithura, that traitorous overgrown lizard, lowers his head and nuzzles Izuku's cheek appreciatively as Izuku once again idiotically coos at him like he's a demented puppy that Izuku had picked up from the road and not the horrorterror of the sky that everyone knows Kithura as.

Katsuki had spent his twelve summer out in the red desert battling for his very life against the searing heat, carnivorous cactus, and even the fucking sand was out to kill him. All of it so he could find a damn dragon that would speak to his soul and hear its cry; his soulkin.

He had fucking bled and fought his way to a giant slab of sandstone hilltop where he'd met him, napping leisurely under the glaring sun. With scales the color of a sunset, a mulish blend of red and orange, he was breathtaking and Katsuki had wanted him. His soul called out to the winged beast on top of the butte.

It took Katsuki nine days. Nine fucking awful days of fighting for his life and future to claim this wondrous beast as his own and have the honor name him. Once the beast had fallen and lowered his head before Katsuki in submission, he’d bestowed his title to him; Aku'kithuramulea.

In ancient Selvine, a tongue that had long lost its meaning to the outside world except here in brutal the brutal landscape, it translate to: the Unconquerable King of the Red Dunes. A fearsome and grand name to go along with a fearsome beast. A name that no one else but Katsuki had rightfully earned the privilege to give.

Names are power. It's ownership and subjugation.

Early on, Katsuki had shortened it to Kithura because even he's not an idiot to try to shove that mouthful pass his lips daily. Kithura is at least more dignified than some childish pet name Kit. But now his own fucking dragon had let someone else renamed him.

Katsuki glares at Izuku. "You can't go around giving nickname to people's dragon! That's disrespectful to the warriors who had bled for that honor," he bites out viciously. He turns toward Kithura meaningfully and glares. "And you! Don't let others renamed you just for shit and giggles. Where’s your goddamn pride as a holy beast?”

Izuku's face falls. "Oh," he says, voice small and crushing. His eyes drop down to his lap, hands anxiously clench and unclench in front of him. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know."

For a sharp, brief second Katsuki feels a stab of guilt hitting his conscience. And it hurts.

He doesn't have time to dwell on that thought for long because Kithura quickly removes himself from Izuku's person to shove his scaly head up at Katsku's face. Kithura's gold eyes narrows in reproach as his wings flares out and the air around them is charged with danger and a steady building anger.

No, no, he insists loudly in Katsuki's head. Be nice. Stupid little king. Deku is future hatchmother of little king's younglings, he huffs in annoyance like Katsuki is somehow in the wrong here. Now, he won't hatch eggs for little king anymore. Because little king is mean.

Katsuki nearly snap his neck looking at Izuku's puzzled but curious expression as he watches their one sided exchange before he turns toward Kithura in horror. "That's not how the human's body works! Does that large skull of yours only contain air or fucking what?!" he says, outrage thick deep in his voice.

Kithura sulks. Big brain, Kit has.

"Not your name," Katsuki snaps reflexively, but Kithura is already plowing on ahead anyway, won't be stop by anything once he got some ridiculous idea in his head.

I know. I am your soul, little king, Kithura tells him. But Deku is your heartsong. You want to mount him. To put your seeds in him.

Katsuki's face flames up as murderous rage sets in. This fucking dragon is going to be the death of him. He swears. “I-“ He resists flailing his arms around to deny it, because he’s not stooping to childish level. “I do not want,” he lowers his voice to an almost embarrassed mumble as he flickers his eyes toward Izuku’s expectance but puzzled face, “want to put my seeds in him.”

Why not? Little king needs a queen, Kithura insists sternly. Deku is great mate. He's kind. Clever. Loyal. Heartstrong. And more importantly, got that youngbearing hips. Will bear you many young ones. A full nest of them for Kit to play with. He looks on proudly down at Izuku as Izuku smiles ignorantly in respond. That fool.

Katsuki drops his face into his hands and groans.  

You'd chosen good, little king, Kit continues to prattle on proudly. There will many young broods in your future. Deku will breed well for your kingdom.

“Kacchan?" Izuku asks amidst the terse exchange between him and his dragon that he wasn’t mostly privy to. "Are you okay?"

Thank fucking stars for that because then he has to kill Izuku and then himself to save them all from the utter humiliation of having to explain the fucking garbage that came out of Kithura's brainless head. But apparently he's not done, because Katsuki hears Kithura rumble and moving his hulking body around.

He removes his hand from his face just in time to see Kithura snuggles up to Izuku again as Izuku looks upon him dotingly. “Would you like some snacks?” he asks like a total dumbass. Ugh. “I think I may have something for you.”

Little queen, hatch many eggs, ok, Kithura implores to him as Izuku turns around and rumbles through his leather satchel.

That’s it. Katsuki has enough.

"I'm going to kill you, you fucking dumb lizard," Katsuki declares, reaching for his sword. Soulbond be damned.

[nocturne-inuyasha-ff]

Chapter Twenty One: Fated Encounter

Author's Notes: Greetings and sorry for the late update. Busy, busy, busy! Working in healthcare just doesn't leave time for much of anything these days, but I've been writing little by little. Fun fact! My chapter titles are all song titles (or lyrics, rarely) that inspired the chapter! Some have words, some don't, but they all give me motivation.

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Happy reading!

Nocturne - Chapter Twenty One: Fated Encounter

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha 

He would not follow the mother of his child as she disappeared inside the manor. The time for reconciliation had come and gone. The woman claimed to understand the necessity behind his frequent excursions, yet acted another way entirely. She compounded the situation by blaming him for granting her countless years on top of her paltry mortal few.

Sesshomaru had laid the offer bare to her and she had accepted enthusiastically. He was not to blame that she was unable to infer the duplicitous meaning.

He would not allow her to place guilt onto him. Not even her tears could sway him this time. Yet, the woman was as ephemeral as the sea. Crying one moment and becoming stoic with suppressed anger the next.

Sensing her emotions was child's play. The miko wore them on her sleeve and even when she attempted to veil her feelings, Sesshomaru could sense them broiling just below the surface.

He knew that her distress which had morphed to anger was genuine. The miko would come to accept what had happened and eventually she would thank him. Besides, he had not wanted to instill her with false hope. There was no guarantee the ningyo would work.

Until then, Kagome lashed out as best she could. Her announcement to travel to the village where his brother resided did not resonate with Sesshomaru. It was too far from the Western Lands to effectively guard which left her and Setsuna's safety in the hands of his hanyo brother.

Inuyasha seemed capable enough. The half breed had managed to get this far in life despite the attempts of many enemies to put an end to him, Sesshomaru not included as he had not put his entire efforts into the deed. That, alone, did not ease Sesshomaru's worries.

Then, there was also the carnal part of him that wanted to rip his brother limb from limb for ever touching his woman, even before he could call her his own. Sesshomaru banished the thought from his mind before he sought Kagome out and forbade her from leaving. He knew that would not go over well, recalling a time in the past where he had made that same mistake and the weeks it took for the woman to come back after laughing and leaving anyway.

While it chafed his pride to watch her leave, it may be for the best. Sesshomaru had not yet disclosed to Kagome that the rumors he was investigating were true after all. The past few months there had been sightings of strangers with silver hair skulking about. He knew this was not a coincidence or fabricated tales and now it was only a matter of time before their enemy struck.

The ones who had been sent were scouts, conditioned to probe the enemy for weakness and breaks in the line. Sesshomaru had mounted a rigid detail to patrol the borders and ensure that none made it through. That was easier said than done. It was improbable to expect a scout not to slip through since the whole premise of scouting was to move around undetected by the enemy.

The time for leisure had come to an end just as quickly as it had begun. Sesshomaru would allow his woman this small victory. She could go to the village with their child. Let her think she was punishing him. For the moment, until he could deal with the threat, she was better off away from the manor.

o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o

Kagome flew out to the village on the back of Rei with Setsuna tucked in front. The small nekomata had flourished in Kagome's care and was her close companion when Sesshomaru was not around. He didn't care for Rei much, being a feline and all, but he did well tolerating the nekomata for her sake.

Despite not being able to transform into his larger form when they first met, Rei was perfectly capable of doing so now and Kagome knew that he was much larger than his mother had been. She would sometimes wonder how big he would have gotten had he not been the runt of the litter. Regardless, REI was a wonderful companion to both her and Setsuna.

The trip only took a couple of hours and when they landed in the village, Sango was already outside with a hand shading her eyes and waving them in.

Rei dropped them off near the house of the taijiya and monk, he made a loud roar before transforming back into his smaller form. Kagome thanked him as he rubbed against her legs with a pur. He quickly ran inside the house, likely looking for the children to play with. He popped out just as quickly once he realized the house was empty and made a beeline east. Rei sometimes seemed more like a puppy than a nekomata. His ubiquitous nature was an odd but cherished quirk.

Setsuna ran over to Sango and wrapped her small arms around the woman's waist. "Sango! Look at how big I've gotten!"

Sango laughed and squeezed the girl back before pushing her away and squatting to be eye level. "My, but you have grown since I've seen you last. You are nearly as tall as little Hiro who is 3 years your senior."

"Ha!" Setsuna yelled triumphantly. "I knew it! Is he inside?"

Sango chuckled. "You'll find him with his sisters down in the training yard."

Setsuna immediately turned and ran off in the direction of the training fields towards the outskirts of the village. Since Kohaku had brought new taijiya, the village had all but transformed from a simple farming town into a thriving demon slayer haven.

It was much different than its predecessor, who's people were reclusive and secretive of their craft. Many of the new recruits were people who had been slaying demons on their own for some time, looking to hone their skills or make a life with people of similar interests.

Kohaku and Sango took responsibility for training newcomers, some even who had been born and raised in the village. What made things truly interesting was the mixing of Miroku's spiritual training. There were a few people who had talents for both slaying and latent spiritual powers. Miroku and Sango's children were prime examples. All four had inherited Miroku's abilities, but only the twins had an interest in combining that skill with their mother's slayer training.

Those who were skilled in both were renowned and held in high regard by their peers. Outside of the twins, there was only a handful of older people who had sought the village out for training in both respects.

Kagome considered the village almost over prepared if any yokai were to make the mistake of attacking. "Things seem to be going well here," she said looking around.

People were coming and going about their chores, a number dressed in slayer gear either coming from or going to training.

"It's good to see you, Kagome. It has been too long." Sango pulled her friend into a brief embrace.

"Not that long," Kagome said.

Sango gave a friendly scoff. "A year is a long time, my friend."

"Has it really been that long?" Kagome questioned.

"A little longer, I'm afraid. But, come, let's go inside for some tea. I've only just come from training a bunch of youngsters and I am sorely in need of a break."

They walked inside and Sango prepared tea while they chatted to catch up.

"Kagome, you seem...troubled. what is it?" Sango asked. She passed a cup over to Kagome and began to pour from the kettle.

It felt selfish to unload her personal troubles on her friend after so much time spent away. "Let's save my troubles for later. They are not going anywhere." She gave her friend a beaming smile. "Tell me about you and everyone else. How are you?"

Sango sighed with contentment. "Busy." She took a long sip from her cup, continuing only after she relished the taste of her tea. "But some things have happened since the last time you visited."

"Oh?" Kagome leaned in, her interest piqued by Sango's expression.

"Well, you already knew that Inuyasha had taken Keyuri as a mate."

Kagome withheld a grimace. It was hypocritical on her part, but she had a hard time imagining her former love with anyone else. A selfish, darker part of herself wanted him to remain alone, but she made sure to shove that thought deep, deep down. "Yes, and it took him long enough."

"Keyuri could not be rushed into that. She needed time to heal from her internal wounds. I honestly think she needed more time." Sango nearly chided her friend.

Kagome did not know Keyuri as well as Sango, having not spent nearly as much time with her. She figured that if Sango liked her enough to defend her, she must not be that bad. Keyuri must be great if she could put up with Inuyasha.

Kagome warmed at the thought. "So, then what is different?"

Sango squealed with glee. "I'm going to be an aunt!" She said breathlessly. "It finally happened!"

Kagome grinned from ear to ear. "Really?! That's amazing!"

She and Sesshomaru had been invited to Rin and Kohakus wedding a couple of years ago. Their pairing was expected; at least by Kagome and Sango who had seen the couple making eyes at each other when they thought no one was looking. Sesshomaru, on the other hand, had taken the news as well as he could. He reacted indifferently and Kagome had to take him aside to question why he couldn't be happy for the children he had protected years ago.

He'd told her that he was as happy as one could be for mortals who were binding their lives together impulsively. Kagome had laughed at him and he gave her a cold stare. The daiyokai viewed Rin as a daughter, it was clear, and no man was good enough for her. Even one he had commended and lauded with as much praise as could he expected from Sesshomaru was not up to par.

Sesshomaru would never voice his opinion aloud to Rin, nor even Kagome, but she knew the truth. Ultimately, he had come to accept Rin and Kohaku's decision to wed, even gifting Rin with an elaborate shiromuku for her wedding day.

Kagome wondered how Sesshomaru would react to the idea of Setsuna marrying in the years ahead. Hopefully with more grace than he had mustered for Rin, but Kagome knew that was a lofty dream.

"How far along is she?" Kagome asked. She had given her friend a congratulatory hug and was genuinely excited to learn of Rin's pregnancy. Kagome knew she would make an excellent mother.

Sango put a finger to her chin in thought. "I'd say by the rise of the next full moon. Not long now."

Kagome tried to recall what it was like to be in the late stages of pregnancy, but was instead assaulted with spotty, but intense and horrible memories. She pushed them back down along with her ridiculous jealousy into the dark depths of her subconscious, hopefully never to rise again unbidden.

"That's great. I can't wait to see her." Kagome thought for a moment. "Perhaps I should stay to help with the delivery," she considered.

Sango gave her a strange look. "Stay? For over a month?"

"Yes," Kagome answered carefully. Sango was still regarding her strangely. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What's the real reason you've come, Kagome?" Sango demanded in a level tone. "Over the past few years your visits have tapered off to barely an annual nod to our existence."

Kagome opened her mouth to speak but Sango held up a hand to indicate she was not done. "I understand being Lady of the West is a time consuming honor and I am not displeased with your unannounced visit, but you have never stayed beyond a week and even then not without Sesshomaru coming to drag you back after a few days."

All that Sango stated was true and Kagome felt twinges of guilt for allowing her new life to get in the way of her old one. Maintaining her friendships had dropped to the wayside of maintaining her family.

Sango now gave Kagome a small, knowing smile. "Trouble in paradise? Can't keep up with daiyokai needs?"

Kagome's cheeks flamed to hear Sangos insinuation. She moved around uncomfortably, looking at her skirts and picking away non existent specks of dust. "No," she responded sullenly. "Nothing quite so incenduoise."

A grin formed on Sangos face. The woman knew she'd struck close to home. "Then what could possibly be so bad that would make you run off and hide away for over a month? That's some punishment you are doling out."

Kagome forgot her embarrassment and her cheeks burned for a different reason. She crossed her arms and set her jaw. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"

Sango's earlier smug appearance switched to a confused one as she watched Kagome get up and rummage through utensils until she gave a satisfied sound and drew up a small knife. "What are you doing with that?" Sango asked with concern.

Kagome held out her left palm to Sango and then casually took the blade and drew it against her flesh. Sango gasped when she saw blood run freely from the fresh wound. Kagome winced at the pain but held her palm out to her friend.

"Are you crazy?!" Sango hissed. She jumped up and swatted the knife from Kagome's hand. It rattled to the floor and Sango snatched up Kagome's left wrist to examine the wound on her palm. "You idiot, you've severed your tendon!"

Kagome tried to close her palm, but was unable to do so. She'd pulled the knife down too hard and injured herself more than she'd intended. Admittedly, injuring one's self wasn't as simple as she'd thought and had overdone it. Oh well, she thought. It shouldn't matter.

Sango drug Kagome by the wrist to find something to clean the wound with. "I can't believe you would injure yourself! And to prove what?! Your descent into madness? Just because you live among demons does not mean you will gain immunity to mortality by association!" She chided while wetting a cloth with one hand.

Kagome could already feel the pain ease up and let out a sigh of relief. For a moment she worried she had gone crazy and her experience from hours earlier was a fluke.

With more angry mutterings Sango took the wet cloth and began to clean the wound. She carefully blotted around the edges to clean away the blood. As she did her brow drew together in disbelief.

"What in the kamis name?" Sango questioned aloud and took the cloth straight to the wound, rubbing away now dried blood. There was nothing there. No wound or even an indication of injury on Kagome's palm.

Kagome pulled her wrist from Sango's grasp. "Now you see why I am angry!" She said.

"What?" Sango replied in confusion. "You just healed. How?"

"I was given ningyo. Without my knowledge!" Kagome said angrily. "Because apparently I'm too human for certain daiyokai."

Sango's mouth was slightly agape but she quickly found words to fill the void. "Kagome...ningyo? Are you certain? That particular yokai...if its flesh is consumed...it is rumored that if one dares to do so, they will be granted eternal life." She continued to look at Kagome almost in awe.

"Please don't look at me like that," she told Sango. The woman quickly cleared her throat and looked away at anything else in the room. Kagome felt like a sideshow freak, as if she'd spouted an extra arm, but she knew she didn't look any different than before.

"Sorry," Sango responded. "I-I didn't realize that the flesh of a ningyo would also grant someone the ability to heal, either." Sango chanced a look at her friend. "I think it's best if you didn't tell anyone else about this," she cautioned.

Kagome pursed her lips. "Why's that?"

"Well, the reason more people aren't out hunting ningyo, looking for an extended lease on life, is because of the curse that surrounds it. You seem to have bypassed that somehow, or rather Sesshomaru did on your behalf, but others are not so fortunate. If people learn that you are now…," she paused as she searched for an appropriate word, "...blessed with eternal life and a healing factor akin to a yokai's…?"

"They would be filled with insane jealousy?" Kagome guessed.

"They would probably try to consume your flesh to access your new gift," Sango said gravely.

Kagome's eyes widened in horror. "That wouldn't work! Would it?"

"It certainly wouldn't stop the desperate fools from trying."

Kagome stood up and paced the room. She'd never considered the cost of eternal life. But Sesshomaru must have. He would not have risked her life to grant her eternal youth. He was too calculated for that. She took some comfort in the thought and decided to place her worries aside for the time being.

Kagome stopped pacing and looked down at her friend. "Then I'm glad you're the one I told, Sango, but I'm still mad at him."

Sango gave a harsh laugh. "You're mad at him for extending your years to match his own? What about Setsuna? Now you can be with your child too, well into adulthood. Wasn't your mortality something you dreaded?"

Why did the woman have to be right? Kagome wondered. "That's not the point."

"Then what's the point, my friend?" Sango asked with humor.

"The point is that he lied to me! He told me he would be with me no matter what and he didn't even have to worry about that because he'd already let me eat a mermaid!" Kagome spewed angrily. "He had no skin in the game."

"Can you blame him?" Sango asked.

Kagome felt offended. "Blame him? You're kidding right?"

"Would you not have done the same if the situations were reversed?"

"I would have asked!" Kagome responded defensively.

"Maybe there's a reason he didn't. Maybe he wanted to be sure that you wanted him and not the promise of eternal life." Sango used her hand, pointing her finger for emphasis. "Look, I'm not trying to defend him. I'm definitely not saying he was right, all I'm saying is that there's probably more to it."

Kagome glowered at Sango. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"I am on your side," Sango asserted, her head cocking to the side. "I am happy and oddly perturbed at the same time, but as your friend, I also want you to think about this rationally."

Kagome sighed. It didn't seem as though Sango would commiserate right now. "Fine," she acquiesced. "But he still needs to learn that keeping things from me is wrong! So, I will be staying until Rin has her baby, if not longer. Plus, it will be good for Setsuna to enjoy the company of humans."

Sango chuckled. "If he's anything like Miroku, anything longer than a week will he torture."

"Good god woman, is the lecherous monk's appetite never satiated?" Kagome joked.

"I had thought after all these years he would settle down, but the man still hounds me daily. I couldn't tell you how many headaches I've had to feign to get a full night's rest."

Kagome felt her anger ease and her mood lifted with their friendly banter. The pair sighed in contentment and continued to share their wifely plights. It was good to be away in a change of scenery. This was something they all needed from time to time, a reprieve.

"Mother?" Setsuna called hesitantly into the house.

Kagome turned to the sound of her daughter's voice. The young girl looked confused and she rubbed her nose with one hand and holding up the screen with her other. Her white ears on top of her head twitched back and forth.

Setsuna stayed on the peripheral of the entryway, neither in nor out. She looked around outside, answering her mother without looking. "I smell something funny."

"What's that, love?" Kagome questioned. Her daughter was usually quite boisterous when excited, reserving a more serious side for when serious matters were at play, like her father's lectures. To see Setsuna so quiet and uncertain was worrisome.

"I don't know," she said softly. Her ears continued to swivel in order to pick up different sounds that only she could hear. "But it smells...wrong," she said.

Sango gave Kagome a questioning look, mouthing the words 'What's wrong?' Which she only received a shake of the head and shrug as a response.

"Come inside, Setsuna. You'll let all manner of insects in while you linger in the doorway," Kagome told her.

The young girl stayed put, looking over her shoulder, oblivious to her mother's words. Kagome hurried over to look outside as well. There was nothing as she peeked outside and she could not smell nor hear anything unusual. The only difference was a feeling of foreboding.

"Sango?" Kagome solicited, concern evident in her voice.

The taijiya had already pushed the pair aside and went out to give a proper investigation. Nothing untoward was taking place to the naked eye. Villagers could be seen coming and going about chores and errands and the noise of their movements and chatter could be vaguely heard, but something was different that none could quite put their finger on. "I see nothing," Sango said. "There are always strange sights and smells here in the village, little one," she consoled the rigid girl.

"No," Setsuna replied, "it's not that."

Sango grabbed Setsuna's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Just the other day, Rin attempted to cook and there was the most horrible smell that permeated throughout the village." Her attempt to write off Setsuna's strange behavior was met with little resistance. Setsuna finally looked at her and her mother and smiled.

"I don't hear any birds. That's what it is. Maybe they were scared away by the smell, right mother?" she asked.

Kagome had a strange feeling, but did not want her daughter to worry over nothing. "Maybe they smelled you," she teased.

Setsuna laughed and ran inside, her earlier behavior forgotten.

Kagome followed her in and Sango stood outside, giving the lane by her house one last look around to ensure nothing strange was around. Once she confirmed all was well, she came inside as well.

"So, what brings you back so soon?" Kagome asked.

She pouted, thrusting her bottom lip out in an obvious fashion, and crossed her arms dramatically. "They won't let me play. They said it's unfair because I'm faster and I'm a gooder smeller."

Sango sighed with annoyance. "Was it Hiro?"

"No, but he didn't say anything either. He's just jealous cuz I'm stronger than he is. But it was- it was a girl." Setsuna looked frustrated and and on the edge of tears. "She was mean and said I couldn't play with them and called me a half breed….Mother," she paused and turned her large, wavering eyes to Kagome, "what's a half breed?"

Kagome instantly felt rage swell in her chest. She'd done a damned good job at shielding Setsuna from people who would treat her child differently. Kagome knew she should have prepared Setsuna better for the cruelty of the outside world, but it was easy to forget that there were biggoted individuals out there when you lived in a bubble of protection. "Half yokai and half human, love," she answered as gently as she could. "You know that your father and I are different. 'Half breed' is just a mean way of saying it."

"Don't let her words bother you, some people do not know how to appreciate the differences of others," Kagome assuaged. "If Hiro and the others are your friends, they won't care what that girl has to say."

Setsuna contemplated those words, trying to comprehend as best as a five-year old could. "Father would have punished them," she replied sullenly.

Kagome felt the urge to throttle someone right now, but the child offender wasn't the best choice, so she settled for being angry at Sesshomaru. "What good would that do?"

"Make them stop," Sestuna said, her little nose wrinkling.

"No, it would make them fear you." Kagome pulled the girl into her lap. "Fear only goes so far. Love and respect go so much farther."

Setsuna looked up at her mother, leaning against her chest. "I don't understand."

Sango chuckled, all too familiar with childhhood antics, bullying, and the like. "It means that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

"You grownups don't make any sense," Setsuna groaned.

"Let's go see if we can talk to this girl. What's her name?" Kagome inquired. She rose, pulling Setsuna with her.

"Stupid-Mei," she supplied with a smirk.

Kagome rolled her eyes and tugged Setsuna along, pulling her outside. "Setsuna!" she chided. "I'd ask what your father would say, but I'm afraid to hear your answer! We don't use that word: studpid."

Sango followed along, wanting to deal with the issue so that the behavior did not spill over into other matters. She wore a discreet and knowing smile as she followed.

Kagome made her way to the outskirts of the village where she knew the local children played after they had finished training. Setsuna walked with her head held high the entire way, acting as if Kagome would give the offending child a sound lashing. Once they'd gotten nearly half way, Setsuna stopped dead in her tracks.

"Don't stall, even if you're having second thoughts," Kagome warned.

Setsuna stood stock still and her eyes seemed far away. "I smell it again, mother."

She was already on edge from earlier and now Kagome felt her heart begin to pound. She watched as Setsuna began to look around wildly. There it was, out of the corner of her eye. Movement.

Sango ran in front of the pair, her right arm splayed out in a protective manner, and the other at her side where she kept a blade hidden. She'd seen it, too.

"What is it?" Kagome asked.

"We're being watched," Sango replied, nodding towards the side of a house.

Kagome could see nothing, but trusted her friend's instincts and her daughter's heightened senses. Sango crept slowly and with the grace of one trained not to make a noise towards the back side of a house where Setsuna had glued her eyes. The taijiya had pulled her hidden blade out, brandishing it before her and put her back up against the house, ready to surprise the suspected interlopper.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sango?!" a gruff, angry voice bellowed. The telltale red robe and white hair indicating Inuyasha appeared from around the corner and he looked angry at having a knife pulled on him.

Sango looked guiltily down at her knife before tucking it back in her hidden pocket. "Oh, Inuyasha? Sorry, we...uh...we heard something."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "We?"

Setsuna broke from her strange trance. "Uncle Inuyasha!" she cried and sprinted towards the unsuspecting hanyo, jumping into his unsuspecting arms.

A large grin replaced his grimace and he lifted her up into the air. "Well if it isn't the runt?" he teased. "Bring your mom with ya?"

Kagome hurried over and pulled Setsuna from Inuyasha's grasp. "Please don't call her that."

"What? Runt?" he teased with a smug look. Inuyasha touseled Setsuna's hair and knelt down in front of her. "She is." He defended against the girls small, but fierce punches. "Barely taller than me on my knees, this one."

"This is serious, Inuyasha!" Kagome chided. Leave it to him to make light of a situation when it did not call for it. She crossed her arms and took in a steadying breath.

"Keh, woman. You worry too much," he waved her off. He stood and looked over his shoulder before he was overcome with the look of a lovesick puppy. Inuyasha held out a hand and it was taken by the delicately clawed one of Keyuri.

The hanyo woman looked around hesitantly, but gave a small, secret smile once she spotted Sango. Her eyes became more apprehensive though when she caught sight of Kagome.

Setsuna grinned and squealed with happiness before pulling Keyuri into a hug. "Aunt Keyuri!"

The quiet woman flipped her long hair behind her shoulder and knelt down to look at Setsuna. She motioned with her hands, pointing at Setsuna and Kagome, and then placed her hands over her heart, smiling and tilting her head. Keyuri was a vision of loveliness, her silver hair was soft and long, her smile like a breath of spring, accenting her golden eyes.

Inuyasha looked down at her with a lovesick expression that Kagome found oddly sweet. He used to look at Kagome with that expression and despite feeling jealous just earlier, Seeing them together was not as unbearable as she had thought.

"Inuyasha?"

He looked up to see an ungainly Rin, hand on her belly, ambling towards them. Her face seemed twisted with confusion. Once she caught sight of Kagome and Setsuna, though, a smile broke out, and she waved.

"Kagome? Is that you? It's been so long!" Rin called out.

Kagome hurried over to the heavily pregnant woman, and they hugged as best as possible to compensate for her large belly. "Oh, Rin, I can't believe you are going to be a mother!"

"Yes, it still hasn't quite sunk in yet, no matter how big I get!"

"It won't seem real until you hold that tiny babe in your arms; even then, it can seem like a dream," Kagome answered.

"While I'm happy to see you, I'm a bit confused," Rin admitted. She looked back at Inuyasha.

"What do you mean?" Sango asked, walking up to them.

"I just could have sworn I had seen Inuyasha a few moments ago back at the training arena. It was the most unusual thing."

"What are you talking about, woman?" Inuyasha demanded. "We just got here, Keyuri and me."

Rin seemed perplexed. "Right. I, uh, must be seeing things. I thought you looked different, and you were dressed differently, too."

Sango took up Rin's hands. "Would you like to sit down? Maybe the weather is getting to you?"

"I am fine," Rin assured. "It must have been the light playing tricks on my eyes." She shielded the sun from her eyes as emphasis, but everyone looked at her with concern.

Kagome thought it was too much of a coincidence to let slide. "Inuyasha, perhaps you could join me in taking a look?"

"Keh. Why would I do that? I'm busy," he growled in annoyance.

Infuriating as always, Kagome thought and set her jaw. "Please," she said through clenched teeth. "I would feel better if I knew it was nothing. Plus, Setsuna was acting strange."

Inuyasha looked down at the girl who was now conversing with Rin and grimaced. "Fine. Let's make it quick." He most assuredly remembered the events from five years back that had brought Keyuri to him and nearly taken Setsuna from her. Even though it had been much too quiet, he had to know that the underlying threat was still there just waiting for an opportune moment.

They walked silently towards the training arena with Inuyasha leading the way. Kagome knew how to get there, but the man tromped forward on a mission to get this endeavor over with as swiftly as possible.

Kagome ran her forefinger and thumb down the arrow string, ensuring her weapon was present and ready. She rarely went out without the bow. Just the thought of getting caught unprepared was a fear she did not want to face.

The area known as the training arena was more of a field than anything. The grass had been tamped down flat from constant use. There were dummies placed in a line along the north edge of the field where trainees could practice weaponry or combat moves. Many of them were missing their straw heads or limbs, showing the wear and tear. The arena was currently bare of any people, the day was nearing evening time, and most of the trainees and instructors had returned home for supper and rest from a long day spent preparing for an unknown threat.

Kagome looked around and saw nothing. Just the gentle swaying of distant branches as the wind passed through them. She looked towards Inuyasha, who had jumped over to the edge of the training arena. He looked back at Kagome and threw up his arms angrily, implying there was nothing to be found.

Perhaps it had been nothing, Kagome thought. Children were known to see things and hear things that were not there. Their innocent imaginations were always at play, causing them to confuse fantasy with reality. Kagome wanted to believe that was the case, but she knew deep down that Setsuna was no ordinary child who would have such notions.

Inuyasha's ears twitched back and forth on his head. Kagome glanced over and noticed that he'd frozen in place, similarly to how Setsuna had stopped in her tracks. He threw his hand to his side and grasped at air. Kagome realized that he hadn't brought Tessaiga with him. Why would he have cause to need it here where all was safe?

He growled and turned, wielding the only weapon he had on him. His claws were at ready and no less deadly, but they put Inuyasha at a disadvantage if a foe attacked with a weapon.

"Fucking coward! Bring your sniveling ass out here and face me!" He snarled.

Kagome had already drawn her bow the moment she saw Inuyasha reach for the missing sword. She looked around wildly, not seeing anything, but feeling something amiss.

Answering Inuyasha's call, a figure emerged from beyond the tree line. Kagome could no longer see Inuyasha's face, but she could only assume he wore an expression of disbelief that would match hers. A white-haired inu hanyo stalked towards them with a wicked grin plastered on his face, exposing long and deadly canines. This could be Inuyasha's twin if it weren't for long scars cutting down his cheekbones under each eye. The symmetry of the scars could only mean they were not coincidental and placed there by design. The scars looked angry and fresh, which could only mean that they were replaced each time the hanyo would heal.

"The fuck?" Inuyasha grunted. "What the hell are you supposed to be?"

The hanyo chuckled and crossed his arms beneath his chest, and his chin rose as his head smugly cocked to the side. He wore no weapons nor any armor, just simple clothing that could only be labeled as inconspicuous. "They told me to keep my head low, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see the famed Inuyasha," he admitted.

"Keh. Should listen to your betters, huh?" Inuyasha challenged. His claws flexed menacingly by his sides. "Or you just too fucking stupid?"

The hanyo just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm just excited to meet you finally. Heard so much about what a badass you were." He started laughing with mirth, holding his sides. "I'm sorry, I can't-I can't…" he continued to laugh, taking deep breaths," can't keep a fucking straight face."

Inuyasha released a scoff of his own. "The fuck is this shit?" He gestured to the hanyo, who was bent over laughing.

Kagome looked from one hanyo to the next, her arrow trained on the stranger. Her tiny motion brought attention to her.

"Ya gotta be fucking kidding me?!" He yelled with glee. "The damn miko, too?"

Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder towards her. "I'm the one you gotta worry about, kid," he warned, drawing the hanyo attention back to him. "Whatdya want? Aside from a swift death?"

The hanyo whistled through his teeth. "Hnn." He splayed his legs apart and bent over to place a hand on the ground, looking as if he were readying to take off in a sprint. "Gotta catch me first, old man," he said darkly.

Her fingers ached to be free of the bowstring, and Kagome wasn't quite sure why she'd held on so long. This was not a friend to be reasoned with. She knew exactly what this was...a threat to be dealt with accordingly, and time was not on her side. Kagome loosed the arrow and watched as it flew to its target. She'd practiced frequently, as much to blow of worried stress as to keep in top form.

The hanyo looked up at her and smiled, seemingly amused at her attempt to incapacitate him. Kagome felt her pulse quicken, the adrenaline pumping through her veins at full speed the second she realized she had missed. Rather, the hanyo had moved, avoiding the spiritual arrow and fixing her with a nasty leer.

He leaped into the air and landed on top of Kagome, knocking her to the ground and the air from her chest. "Father will be pleased to learn that his miko has left the safety of her nest," he whispered into her ear. The rancid stench of his breath, coupled with the way he used the words 'his Miko', caused her to shudder despite herself.

The hanyo's grin never left his face even as he was lifted bodily off her with a roar and tossed away. Inuyasha stood over her in a protective stance. "Touch her again, and you'll lose the fucking hand!" He shouted.

The man had skidded several feet away and laughed at Inuyasha's threat. "Gotta catch me first, old man," he said before rocketing off.

"Old man?!" Inuyasha shouted in disbelief. He bolted off after the hanyo, growling loudly and leaving Kagome on her rear in the fields of the training arena.

She moved to her knees and stopped when movement registered at the corner of her eye. Kagome's head snapped up, and she saw two figures watching her from a distance. While she couldn't make out their features, the silver sheen of hair was unmistakable. Her heart dropped even as they disappeared into the trees. So they had been watching, she discerned. But For how long?

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Chapter on Dokuga

[keyofjetwolf]

Those of you who follow both Holligay and myself know that, every week, she’s making us sit down for several hours and work on a creative endeavour that is currently vexing us. For her, it’s drawing. For me, it’s writing. She’s been good and brave (ugh I threw up in my mouth) and posted what she’s done every week. I, not so much. I’m trying to improve my outlook as much as the work itself, though, so here, below the cut, is the stuff I’ve written in the past monthish. None of it is complete, but here it is anyway. Some ‘fic scraps, and the beginning of an original thing.

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“Winston. Come in. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.”

“Uhhh … Yes. Yes, of course.” Winston pushed the door closed with a quiet control he in no way felt. Pharah rarely ordered him (requested, he firmly corrected, however tenuous his belief) to her office, and this sudden change in routine rattled him.

It didn’t help that he found Pharah absolutely terrifying.

“Do what, love?” Tracer had laughed last night over chinese takeout and the latest episode of Top Model UK. “Pharah? Fareeha Amari? Scary?!” She doubled over and rolled into his side, her entire body shaking as the sheer volume of her amusement refused to be confined to such a tiny container.

Mockery from anyone else might have shaken him, made him collapse inward like one of those skeleton toys that fell apart at the press of a button. But Tracer wasn’t anyone else, and where shame might have rooted, indignation bloomed. “She’s very intimidating!” he protested, and as Tracer’s hilarity rose another pitch, his entire face scrunched up in what could only, scientifically, be classified as “a pout”.

Several minutes later (several minutes longer than was actually necessary if one were to ask Winston), Tracer exhaled a long, shaky breath with a tired “Whooo!” and wiped her eyes. She’d been shoved to the opposite end of the couch and was being held there with Winston’s giant foot, his arms otherwise occupied at that precise moment with the very important job of being crossed. She threw half her body over a toe the size of her entire grinning face and beamed at Winston with equal parts delight and affection. “Ever decide to give up research and world saving and all, got a brilliant career ahead in comedy.”

“She IS,” he stubbornly insisted.

“Just so ‘appens I am in possession of a secret about Ms. Fareeha Amari,” Tracer told him with her usual brass confidence, casually somersaulting over the foot barrier and nestling in his side as if she’d never left it. “Immediately straightens out the playing field, so to speak, puts everyone on the same footing, yeah? Could be as I’ll see fit to share it, should a certain someone of my acquaintance do me the ‘onour of a smile.”

Winston rarely committed to a decision without full appraisal of the results and consequences. He was a man of ethics as much as science, knowing only too well what happened when fanaticism to one outweighed consideration for the other. This was the kind of dedication that made him one of the preeminent minds on the planet.

So it was that Winston was wholly, scientifically, ethically, resolutely committed to this pout.

But it was also true that Winston wouldn’t get more than three seconds of sleep that night if all he could see were Pharah’s stern, penetrating eyes as he lay awake imaging the hundred tiny ways she could destroy him with a word.

Winston gave Tracer his widest, most toothsome smile. He’d (unintentionally) made more than one person’s blood run cold at the sight of it, but Tracer only matched him, tooth for tooth.

“And the last of the garlic prawns.”

Winston’s smile dropped.

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Excessive dalliance in alcohol was perhaps the greatest of equalizers, in Michiru’s view. Another glass of bright champagne, a fresh cup of chilled sake, one final nip of warm brandy. One could choose one’s path, but never alter its destination, and overindulgence cared little for class or breeding. Restraint slipped like grains of sand through the fingers of queens and soldiers alike.

Michiru tipped the glass to her lips. The vintage, the bouquet, the finish, all details that should effortlessly swim to the surface of her mind lay stagnant. As the wine trickled into her mouth and slid over her tongue, Michiru could not have even spoken to its adequacy. It was certainly present, occupied her hands, and gave legitimacy to the charade. This, it seemed, must suffice.

“No! She needs to KNOW!” Usagi’s voice, uncomfortably loud when drained of cheer, echoed across the ballroom. Rei’s intense, whispered response was, perhaps unsurprisingly, almost as easily interpreted.

Two glasses. A mere two glasses to bring her true thoughts to bear. How eager the wound, to bleed so readily at the knife’s first prick. Usagi batted at Rei’s hand, her red face glowing and hot against the soft blue of her blouse.

It was an effortless motion, to swirl the tasteless wine in her glass, and Michiru paid no heed to the storm she held in her hand.

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“I have heard it said the sun never sets on the British empire.” Pharah tugged her jacket higher, trying to shield as much of herself as possible from the chill wind whipping through the narrow streets and narrower alleys of east London. The omnipresent thick grey clouds hung overhead, and Pharah glared at their insistence on being. “I believe this is because the sun would first have to rise.”

Tracer’s giggle came easily (she would laugh on the way to her grave, Pharah thought) and she jostled her shoulder into Pharah’s arm with an ease that would never cease to be unsettling. “Right embellisher, you are! Sun was positively blazing just last July!” Tracer gazed at the sky with the affection of a lovestruck puppy owner facing a wagging tail and the ruins of what was once their living room.

Pharah tried to burrow further into her jacket. “It is November.”

“And not February, exactly!”

It had all seemed a good idea at the time. The return of Overwatch, staunchly devoted to its ideals, founded in the global episcenter of London, symbolically rising from the ashes of its past tragedies. Few would accuse Fareeha Amari of overt romanticism, but in softer moments, she would concede perhaps a touch of kismet that felt … satisfying.

Then came the realities of finances versus London real estate. Then came cramped, tiny offices shared with enthusiastic, tiny pilots. Then came November.

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Quiet. Quiet quiet quietquietQUIET.

She pleaded, she prayed, she screamed, but Madelyne’s heart thundered in her ears all the same, and if there was a god to hear her, to have pity, He was dead.

No. No, he wasn’t. That was the problem.

God was alive. God was hunting.

She slipped her hand, still humming with the thrill, from her jacket pocket. Pink and blue bled across her palm, seeping into the cracks and valleys, staining them. Madelyne’s eyes, glassy and distant, drifted to the neon sign dangling above a chipped red door, barely visible around the distended plastic of Hefty bags spilling their innards into the alley. She thought, somewhere distant and warm, that it should be poetic or some shit. Symbolic, that was the word. Liv loved to talk about that, about things that meant other things. Madelyne could listen for hours, her head in Liv’s lap, marinating in her whiskey voice.

The sign should be symbolic. Madelyne blinked and read it again.

“EAT”

Well that would be her fucking luck, wouldn’t it. She couldn’t possibly--

A gasp ripped from Madelyne at the sound of fluttering overhead, and she had time to hate the weakness in it as she curled into the shadows.

he heard he heard why am i so stupid why didn’t i stop it why did he have to hurt her

The pigeon had no answers, didn’t even have the decency to hoot an apology for scaring the shit out her. She wanted it dead, she could see it so clearly. Its tiny eye bulged in its socket as blood vessels expanded, exploded, burst. Feathers flying into the dark night sky, plucked in great invisible fistfuls. Useless wings snapped and twisted, trapped by gravity and the weight of Madelyne’s will.

She ground her fist into the filthy brick at her back, feeling the hardened grime and coarse edges split her skin. Pain clarified, as it always did, and the mounting pressure in her nerves slowly, reluctantly, receded.

“Asshole,” Madelyne instead hissed at the pigeon as she watched it flap away, ignorant and whole.

“Language.”

“The People’s Voice”, Madelyne had seen splashed across the cover of some idiot magazine. It wasn’t like she tried to hide her disgust or anything, but still the woman at the checkout line gushed all over him. So handsome, so strong, so brave, so blah blah blah god just ring up the fucking Ding Dongs already.

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[bloojayoolie]

Apparently, Children, and Click: |pot Found in an empty apartment 4 days after his beloved parent died, a sweet, special boy, waits for a new family to love him. Id 15154, 2 Yrs & 8 Mos. old, Heartbroken & waiting, at the Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED 8/22/19 SPOT was found with his bonded sibling SOX in an empty apartment, 4 days AFTER their beloved parent had died. They had sat during that time, cuddled together as day turned into night and night turned into day, wondering what had happened to the person they had built their lives around since they were puppies. They comforted each other, even as they looked at their empty food dishes and their water dish, now empty. Stomachs rumbling, parched with thirst, hearts broken, and confusion in their eyes. And then they were found. The police came and they wagged furiously, hoping this stranger would take them to their parent. But instead they were brought to the shelter, separated when they got there, and each put in their own kennel. 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SPOT, ID# 15154, 2 yrs and 8 mos old, xx lbs, Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, White / Black I was a Return, 7/29/2019 Surrender Reason: Found in apt by Police, 4 days after owner had passed away Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 Medical Behavior Rating: Blue I came to the shelter with, and am bonded to, SOX, ID# 15155 (adopted already) Behavior Assessment Date of intake:: 7/29/2019 Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray Date of assessment:: 7/30/2019 Summary:: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Hard Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Distracted, does not approach Call over: Approaches with coaxing Sociability comments: Body soft, sitting down Handling Soft handling: Accepts contact Exuberant handling: Accepts contact Handling comments: Body soft Arousal Jog: Engages in play, escalates Arousal comments: initially runs loose, then escalates to intense jumping up and leash biting, could not easily be distracted, continues to leash bite for the duration of the assessment Knock: Approaches (loose) Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None Summary:: 7/30: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Spot is tense, freezes, and lowers to a lunge when greeting. Most recently, Spot has become more challenging to handle due to leash biting and at times mounting handlers. he has not had further follow up around other dogs, and a period of decompression is recommended before immediate follow up on behavior around dogs. ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Spot so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. However, he is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: 8/13: When Sox 15155 is being walked past Spot's kennel, Spot sees Sox and greets her through the kennel door with a wagging tail. 8/12: Spot fixated on people and objects, staring at them intensely, whining, and howling. 8/11: Spot jumps up on the handler and attempts to mount. It is hard to distract him from this behavior. He also repeatedly jumps up and bites the leash. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Spot's low threshold for arousal we recommend an adult-only home. Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to concerning behavior observed during Spot's dog-dog assessment, introductions to unfamiliar dogs are not recommended at this time. Potential challenges: : Leash-biting,Low threshold for arousal Potential challenges comments:: Low threshold for arousal: During the arousal component of the handling assessment, Spot became very quickly aroused and began jumping up very high and focused on grabbing the leash in his mouth. He could not easily be distracted and continued to focus of the leash for the remainder of the handling assessment. Please see handout on Low threshold for arousal. Leash-biting: When Spot becomes excited and aroused, he is quick to jump up and grab the leash in his mouth. This behavior intensifies and he is difficult to distract. Please see handout on Leash-biting. My medical notes are... Weight: 61.6 lbs Vet Notes 8/4/2019 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~2-3yrs Microchip noted on Intake? Y History: owner passed away; reported deaf in notes but ears pricked and head turned when metal lids clanged behind him Subjective: BAR Observed Behavior - likes to jump, pulls on leash but allowed full handling and exam Evidence of Cruelty seen - N Evidence of Trauma seen - N Objective T = DNP P = WNL R = WNL BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: clean adult dentition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Neutered male MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Externally normal Assessment: Apparently healthy young adult MN large mixed breed; reported deaf in notes but ears pricked and head turned when metal lids clanged behind him Prognosis: Good Plan: Ok for placement SURGERY: Permanent waiver due to already neutered. 8/13/2019 Hx: ACS noticed marked nasal discharge BAR H pink 1 sec eent- nasal dc; sneezing; congestion pln- wnl hl- 120hr reg nm ss fp abd- relaxed ug- M msi/neuro- nsf A) CIRDC P) baytril- 204mg sig: 1 1/4 tab po x 10 d's doxcycline- 100mg sig: 2 3/4 tab po sid x 10 d's probitotics- 1 cap sid po x 10 d's *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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Puppy Town Cheats

Puppy Town Guide

Puppy Town guide has been launched. The doggy you get can variety from a low level doggy to a very high domestic dog, and also you never recognize what you will get, so it is constantly an thrilling moment whilst you open it. To earn a ton of money, make sure which you are completing the every day obligations. You could get entry to them from the tick list at the top right nook of the display screen. You are given a listing of six obligations to do every day, and they may be each really worth a whole lot of cash. Cu&g额505cu#xfcic_ju/ffvhugff-/ct-ttttfffllydtffffft#6ffff66fty6ffffffyiytgcg$tft#ytcreserrsfcfx rr5rdrrrl?y *in case you input identity information that does not belong to yourself, your account can be closed after being determined. In case you already mounted taptap, please sign in for your account here to install this game to your tool. Enter the e-mail deal with related to your account, and we can email you a link to reset your password dr panda city now has a subject park, best for telling all new testimonies. Take a ride on the ferris wheel, brave the swinging pirate deliver or attain for the sky at the slingshot. Gamers are told to merge shiba inus to liberate a degree 2 siberian husky. Following the identical pattern, one will need to retain on to merge level 2 puppies to release a degree 3 chihuahua and so forth and on. However in which do these pups come from, you is probably questioning at this point? From the beginning, the sport automobile-generates a brand new domestic dog every 8 seconds. Certainly, development can be a bit gradual, at the least till you discern out how to make use of all of the alternatives available in the sport on your benefit so that you can enhance your pup production. In coming updates, we can carry greater canine cards for lovable puppies and puppies to groom new breeds. I definitely like this sport, while it seems to promote the idea of a domestic dog mill and breeding, it also promotes the idea of ensuring you could feed all your dogs before you get greater. So, i do not see so much of an issue there in contrast to others. I mean, the dogs are being looked after, and they seem glad inside the app, so no harm no foul. Pettracks makes it smooth, allowing you to log and preserve music of all of it from one app. Canine friend loose is essential for maintaining up with a dog's weight, medicinal drugs, hypersensitive reactions, vaccinations, and vet visits. It'll make vet visits a breeze, and you can also access first aid commands from the app. Yelp: it's not only for locating pokéstops anymore. Locate the nice canine parks, daycare facilities, pet shops, and dog-friendly locations around you. No longer to say, it shares its call from the sound dogs make. 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Thank you your fellow participant i really like this sport in all but i would love which will get a 2d nursery rather than simply having one whilst there are dogs which can absorb to like 1-2 days to nurture!!!! So after i started out the pics were at once remarkable so easy to earn money it so fun you may get gemstones without difficulty goodbye period of time dose no longer be counted it's miles the first-class you continually have enough. You ought to make it ware the humans can walk, teach, get dressed, and have interaction more with the dogs , additionally many without a doubt permit the people positioned human beings in the sport it seems like there may be nobody however the puppies inside the "house." I really like this game plenty, there may be best one trouble for the reason that update. As soon as the bull terriers came out you can purchase the epic tricolor one for 300 gem stones. I did not purchase that one however rather i got one thru the day by day rewards, an extraordinary brindle one. False marketing with apps does get on my nerves because it fools too many people into downloading games that they would not of otherwise. Who is aware of, however if Puppy Town positioned an accurate illustration of $2.50 as opposed to $2500, they probably would not have long gone viral and got that unexpected surge of downloads. On the cease of the day, it seems like Puppy Town is some other misleading scam app that is elevating the expectations of there customers simplest to ship them crashing down once more. At the same time as there are not hundreds of bucks on provide or maybe cash for that depend however iphones, i've a feeling that no longer many might be received. Choose from an array of guides and tutorials, and music your progress along the manner. Even higher, the latest version doesn't even require an internet connection. With almost 340 distinctive registered canine breeds identified by way of the arena dog employer (no longer to say mixed breeds), it may be tough to know which will be satisfactory for you and your dwelling state of affairs. Perhaps you want a canine that does not shed a lot; perhaps you need a walking buddy; maybe you want to know what health problems to look out for in a breed — these apps are here for you.

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Speed Dating - Learning to Ride

Well! This didn’t get put out on Friday like I’d hoped, but here it is anyway! My wonderful friends @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe helped me polish this up quite a bit and they’re amazing. This is most of 12 pages, so it’ll be under a cut. But this odd little AU is a lot of fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it! @outlanderedandoverhere there’s a bit of dialogue I used that you and I had talked about. Hope you like it ;)

Catch up on their Dinner Date and the Drabble leading up to this chapter!

Jamie pulled his truck into his usual parking spot, watching Claire’s face as she looked at his stables. This was really just the main barn, not the breeding stable or the small arena, but he knew it was impressive.

“And you work here?”

“Aye. When old Alec started it, he had a barn wi’ three stalls and a round pen. Now we’ve got a foaling barn, breeding stalls, two arenas, and several stalls. Plus my office, tack rooms, bunk rooms in the foaling barn, and even a wee kitchen.”

She stared at him, eyes wide with shock.

“You must be very good at your job if you’ve accomplished so much already.”

Jamie laughed, hopping out of his truck and jogging around to get her door. His mam had raised him to be a gentleman, so he offered his hand and helped her out. She’d done as he’d asked and worn jeans and practical shoes.

One of his stable lads had gotten Thistle out and she stood waiting for them. Jamie had picked Thistle because of her gentle nature and small size. She would be perfect for Claire’s first ride.

“She’s adorable!” Claire said, eyes locking on the mare.

“Aye. Gi’ her a scratch right behind her left ear and she’ll follow ye like a puppy. Now, before we do anything, take a few minutes and get to know her a bit.”

“How?”

He spotted the grooming box set where he’d left it earlier that morning and pulled out the soft brush.

“Here. Brush her out. Talk to her. Make sure she’s no debris in her fur, make sure she’s no’ tender anywhere. Watch her ears, those tell her what she’s payin’ attention to and how she’s feelin’.”

Claire nodded, taking the brush.

“Up and forward, like they are now, means she’s alert and happy. If they’re pinned back, she’s verra angry. Just be gentle and talk to her.”

“Wait, where are you going?!”

Jamie smiled and patted Thistle’s rump.

“Nowhere, lass. I’ll be right here.”

Her eyes went wide.

“Wait! I don’t know how to do this!”

He smirked back at her.

“Ye rode me just fine, Sassenach,” he said lowly, eyes glinting mischievously.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked around to be sure no one heard him. No one was near the ring, though, all going about their chores.

Jamie walked her through the rituals of grooming, teaching her how to ask Thistle to lift her feet. Then he saddled the mare and put Claire on top of the mounting block.

He sighed, watching the mare’s ears flick all around her, tail swishing constantly. But he knew this mare and knew she was only responding to the fear and worry Claire radiated. She was much too skittish, even for Thistle. Then, he had an idea.

“Alright, Sassenach. I’ll co-ride behind ye for a bit to help ye get the feel of it. Ye canna ride so tight.”

Claire eyed him, full lips curving into a devious smile.

“Help me get the feel of it, hm?”

His ears turned pink but he met her eyes steadily.

“Aye,” he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Mount up, lass.”

He fiddled around with the horse’s headstall and left the reins on her neck before he took the saddle off completely.

“Um,” I began, looking timidly at the leather he’d just put on one of the fence rails. “Don’t we need that?”

“Nah,” he said. “It isna what holds ye on. Here, I’ll help ye up and ride behind ye.”

I was glad the horse he’d chosen was small, or I might not have agreed to it. I did what he said, and scooted as far forward on her back as was comfortable. He mounted right behind me and I was envious of his grace. When his arms came around me, I couldn’t suppress a shudder.

“Alright. Now remember, if ye have a saddle or no, the horse always feels ye. So if ye clench that sweet round arse of yours,” he said, nudging my backside with his hips. “She’ll feel it and get nervous. So just relax.”

Though he had the reins in his hands, held loosely, I didn’t see him use them. His legs were pressed against mine, allowing me to feel his muscles flex and twitch. It took me a few minutes to realize what he was doing.

Each movement of his leg resulted in a change of direction from Thistle, or an increase in speed. After a few minutes of feeling his solid presence behind me, I couldn’t help but relax. I’d thought, when he first settled behind me, that he’d play dirty, but he didn’t. His arms simply held me in the right position, comfortable and safe.

“Alright,” he said quietly in my ear. “I think ye’ve got the hang of it.”

He slid off and helped me find my feet again. Then he put the pad and saddle back on, before removing the bridle and putting the halter back on.

Christ. If he’d gone around one more time with her perfect arse tight between his thighs… Well, it was time to get this lesson moving along. His office upstairs locked. Perhaps he could take her up there and feel that arse again, warm and soft in his hands.

“How am I supposed to steer?” Claire asked, eyeing the saddle dubiously, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Ye willna, no’ yet anyway. I’ve got ye on the lead line. Ye must learn to ride wi’ your seat, no’ your hands.”

“James,” she said sourly. “I don’t have any idea what the hell any of that means.”

Her nostrils flared at him, but he thought it was more from irritation than anger.

“Aye, I ken. Let me help ye up so I can explain it better.”

Once she was mounted, he adjusted the stirrups properly.

“Riding is all about balance. Despite the saddle and pad, she can feel ye. She kens when you’re anxious, and it’ll make her anxious. So just breathe, relax, let yer body move wi’ her. We’ll start at a walk so ye can get used to it, aye?”

As he’d expected, Claire clenched and was as stiff as a board while he walked Thistle around the ring. So, to get her to relax, he started talking about something completely different.

“I was thinkin’ I should have ye over again next week maybe. I think I’ve got a lemon chicken thing you’ll like.”

“Thing?”

“Aye, weel… I canna ever find the right word to describe what it is. But it’s verra good. Jenny keeps beggin’ me for the recipe.”

Claire chuckled, a sure sign she was beginning to relax. When he glanced back, she moved with Thistle now, looking happier.

“Stop staring. I know I look ridiculous.”

“No!” he said sharply. “Ye look like ye belong on her. Ye look verra bonny, Sassenach. I’m gonna let out the line now, aye? I’ve still got a hold of her, but I’m gonna let her walk out and I’ll stay in the center.”

Claire clenched up again, but visibly forced herself to relax. He didn’t want to push Claire too far, and he knew her legs would be feeling this workout tomorrow. For now, he let Thistle walk at her lazy pace. After a little while, he pushed her into a faster walk, though not quite a trot.

He kept an eye on Claire’s posture, watching for signs of tiredness. The straightness of her back began to lessen, so he slowed Thistle down until she plodded to a stop. Jamie gathered the lead line as he walked toward the pair, pleased with the smile on Claire’s face.

“Who’s a good girl?” Claire asked, patting Thistle’s warm neck. “Jamie, she’s wonderful!”

“I told ye she’d take care of ye. Here, swing that leg over, aye, just like that. Easy, ye might feel a bit-” He caught her as her knees gave out. “Wobbly.”

She swore loudly and he tried not to smile.

“My legs didn’t hurt when I was in the saddle! Why do they hurt now?”

“Ye used different muscles than ye have before. It’ll help ye to walk a bit. We need to brush her down again anyway.”

He didn’t have to explain this time, so he let her do most of it. Yes, the sweet bay mare had been the right choice for Claire.

“What do we do with her now?”

“We can put her away, or let her stand in the ring for a bit. Are ye feelin’ alright?”

“Yes, I’m okay. She’s a lovely creature, Jamie.”

Lifting his hand, he let Thistle sniff it before he scratched the little white star on her forehead.

“Aye. She’s one o’ mine. I let her out to new kids learning how to ride or for anyone who’s afraid.”

“Jamie!”

They both stood up straighter and turned to see who’d entered the barn.

“Damn. I’d hoped they wouldn’t stop by,” Jamie muttered.

Claire stood a little taller, folding her arms over her chest as the group approached them.

“Angus, Rupert, Murtagh. I thought ye were goin’ out to the pub?”

“Aye,” Angus said, eyeing Claire. “We thought about it. But we thought maybe ye’d like to join us.”

“Unless yer no’ done wi’ yer wee ride, eh?” Rupert said, giving them both a broad grin.

Jamie rolled his eyes, putting a hand on Claire’s shoulder.

“Sorry, lads. I’m afraid I’ve got plans already.”

Angus waggled his eyebrows at the pair.

“Oh, I’m sure ye do,” he said, grinning.

Murtagh, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, came to the rescue.

“Jamie likely wants to show Claire around the stable grounds. Lets leave him to it, aye?”

After a little more convincing, Murtagh got Angus and Rupert out of the barn.

“Always good to see them,” Claire chuckled.

“Aye. Never a dull moment wi’ them. Would ye like to see the stables? We’ve a new foal I think ye might like.”

“What about Thistle?”

He scratched behind the mare’s ears.

“We’ll un-tack her and put her back in her stall. But then we can go.”

Jamie let me care for Thistle, thanking her for giving me a good ride. He carried the bridle and saddle and showed me where her stall was. We stopped by a tack room where Jamie ducked inside and returned with a closed fist.

“Here. She likes these wee treats. Hold your hand out flat, dinna curl your fingers. Aye, like that.”

I tentatively held my hand out to the sweet mare and yelped when her lips felt around my hand. My hand jerked away and the little treat dropped to the floor. Thistle didn’t mind, her upper lip feeling around until she found it.

“It’s alright,” Jamie laughed. “I ken it feels a bit odd.”

He stepped up behind me, laying his hand against the back of mine. His free hand came around to rest on my hip and I felt like it belonged there.

“That’s it, just hold your hand flat. Verra good.”

Thistle lipped the treat out of my hand and gobbled it down. Before she’d finished swallowing, she was searching my hand or another.

“So,” I said, a little breathless with his body pressed so close to mine. “What, um, are you going to show me first?”

“Let’s go see the new foal. I think you’ll like her a lot.”

With my arm linked through his, I followed him through the sprawling stable grounds. It was magnificent to behold, everything clean and in its proper place. He knew every horse we walked by and greeted every worker by name.

We reached the foaling barn which only held two adult horses. Both mares had large stalls, filled with soft bedding material I didn’t recognize. One of the mares was a large dapple gray, her thick tail swishing softly. A pale little foal twitched its fuzzy tail in a perfect mime of its mother.

“Ye ken Donas, the devil-spawn I told ye about?”

“Right. That’s when you told me sometimes Satan consorts with mares. Our first date.”

He smirked, eyes still on the foal.

“Aye. I havena gelded him and that wee thing in there is his daughter.”

“You bred him?!”

“Aye! I had a man pay his stud fee to cover this gorgeous mare of his. I was worried, ken? Turns out, Donas may be the son of the devil, but he doesna pass that temperament on to his get!”

I stared at him in shock before looking back at the filly. She’d noticed us watching her and had taken to prancing around her mother, nose up in the air.

“Well she’s awfully cute.”

“Aye. I’m hopin’ she gets Donas’ feet. Her mam there has feet a bit too small for her body and she’s a fifty-fifty shot on passin’ it on. If she does, weel… We’ll decide what to do wi’ the filly later.”

The little horse came trotting up to the door and I stuck my knuckles out for her to smell. She nudged me and I pet her nose. The fuzz on her skin felt like velvet beneath my fingers and I smiled at her.

“What’s her name?”

“Dinna ken yet,” Jamie said, leaning on the stable door beside her. “I like to wait and see who they are before I gi’ them a name. They deserve a chance to be who they’ll be wi’out a name to tell them who that is.”

I looked at him curiously.

“Interesting philosophy for horses.”

He looked away from the filly and met my eyes, smiling.

“Thank ye, Claire. For comin’ out here wi’ me, lettin’ me teach ye to ride.”

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at riding.”

“No’ yet, but nobody is their first time out. If ye like, ye can keep comin’ out here wi’ me and riding Thistle. She’s a sturdy wee thing and she liked ye.”

I thought back to the feeling of him riding behind me. His arms around me, body holding me safe as he taught me how to move with the horse. That newly familiar warmth crept up my body, filling me with a tingling need.The flush crawled up my neck to my face and Jamie met my gaze, a knowing expression on his face.

“Would ye like to see the rest of the place?”

I nodded and took his hand.

By the time he’d finished with the tour, Claire looked tired. It was good that he’d had her walk around a bit before allowing her to settle down. That would help her not feel as stiff later. When she stifled her fourth yawn in ten minutes, he nudged her.

“If ye like, ye can come up to my office and take a wee nap on the couch.”

“What? No, I’m fine,” she said, the last word drifting off in another yawn.

Jamie grinned at her.

“Come on. Your body isna used to the work it takes to ride yet. And we’ve been walkin’ around the stables for a while. I’ll get a little work done while ye nap and then I’ll take ye out for a nice lunch, aye?”

Her eyes narrowed at him.

“Hmm… No deal.”

He blinked at her in surprise. She didn’t want to go out to lunch with him?

“Oh. Weel I can take ye home if ye like.”

“No no, not that. I’ll go take a nap but then I’m taking you out for lunch. You made dinner last time.”

Leaning down, he stole a kiss.

“Alright. That’s a deal I can make.”

Taking her hand, he lead her upstairs to the rooms above the main stable. There was a lounge for staff on break, a decent sized kitchen, a few bunk rooms, and his office.

The office was bigger than he’d have made it, but Jenny had insisted on helping him with the design. She had an eye for spaces and looked at a room like a puzzle to piece together. Besides the desk and chair he used in the office, Jenny had been the one to paint and furnish the space.

Long, rectangular windows gave the office most of its light, though it had a few lamps in strategic places as well. A big, comfortable brown leather couch sat against the wall across from his desk. Jenny had chosen the color scheme and the throw blanket she’d found almost matched his quilt at home. The decorative pillows placed artfully on the couch were the Fraser colors.

“My thighs feel like they’re on fire,” Claire said, sinking into the couch.

Jamie chuckled, turning on his computer and giving it a minute to boot up.

“Aye, that’s good though. Means ye used your legs more than your hands.”

She kicked off the shoes she’d worn and sighed happily.

“Muscle builds,” she said, almost to herself. “It won’t hurt as much next time.”

His brows lifted a little. He’d thought she’d enjoyed herself, but he hadn’t been sure she’d want another lesson.

“Ye mean to let me teach ye to ride, then?”

Claire stretched out on the couch, turned so she could see him easily. The white pillow beneath her head made her skin look like ivory.

“Well yes,” she said. “But not until I’ve tried my hand at teaching you something.”

“If ye mean to keep this up, perhaps I’ll take ye to get some proper riding britches.”

“And what,” she yawned again, her eyes drooping. “Does that mean?”

After he tucked the blanket securely around her, he bent down and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get some rest, Sassenach.”

When her breathing dropped into the steady rhythm of sleep, he went back to his computer. He got some work done, paid a few bills, and after several unsuccessful minutes attempting to work out the bills for a few clients, he let his mind wander. Claire would look good in riding britches.

God, what wouldn’t he give to see that arse of hers in that tight material. Still thinking of her perfect backside, he let out an involuntary groan. That feeling of her, pressed hard against his thighs…

“Blessed Mary mother of God,” he breathed, forcing his eyes open. His gaze immediately met Claire’s amber eyes.

“What’s got you worked into such a fit?” she asked softly.

Could he tell her it was simply the thought of her rump?

“Weel… Ah…”

She stretched, reminding him a bit of a cat, and smiled at him.

“Jamie, promise me one thing.”

“What is it ye need me to promise?”

“Honesty. I think… I think there’s room for secrets in a relationship, but not lies. So whatever you tell me, promise that it’ll always be the truth and I’ll do the same.”

Nodding slowly, he wondered who had broken their word to her in the past.

“I swear to ye, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, that whatever words I speak to ye, they will be the truth. I ken there’s things ye havena told me yet and there’s things I havena told ye either. But I will always be honest wi’ ye.”

Her eyes closed for a moment and he thought she’d fallen back asleep. But when they opened again, they smoldered with desire.

“So, tell me honestly. What was it that got you so worked up a moment ago?”

For a moment, he considered claiming it was something he couldn’t tell her yet. But compared to the big thing he couldn’t say yet, it was stupid.

“Your arse,” he said plainly.

“My ass got you worked up?”

She pushed herself up and sat in the exact center of the couch, watching him curiously.

“Aye,” he answered, getting up slowly from his desk. “First I was thinkin’ about seeing ye in a nice pair of proper riding britches. The fabric holdin’ tight to that perfect arse ye have.” He sank into the couch beside her and she put her head down on his lap. Unable to resist, he patted her rump before giving her a playful swat. “And then I was thinkin’ about ridin’ wi’ ye first thing today. The way ye were tight against my thighs…”

Claire sat up again, moving so his hand remained where it was. Her eyes met his again and he had a sudden flash of memory. While he had no ear for music, he enjoyed the poetry some musicians put into their songs. A particular set of lyrics came to mind.

Do not let my fickle flesh go to waste

As it keeps my heart and soul in its place

And I will love with urgency but not with haste*

Jamie hadn’t realized Claire had moved until she sat gingerly on his lap. Her lips were soft against his, moving at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“Have you got a pair?” she purred in his ear.

“Aye,” he said without hesitating. “And ye’ve seen them. Fondled them a time or two as well. Decent size, I’d wager, though I dinna make it a habit to inspect other men’s balls.”

As he’d hoped, she broke into a fit of giggles, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

“That is not what I meant.”

He nipped at her neck, pleased at the sound she made.

“And what was it ye meant then, a nighean?”

“I meant did you have a pair of riding britches.”

Reaching up, he untangled the tie from her hair, releasing the mad curls in a poof. He ran his fingers through it, enjoying the softness of it.

“Of course I do. I actually have a full competition outfit as well, but I only bring it out on special occasions.”

Her eyes went wide with glee.

“What counts as a special occasion?”

“If ye want to see me in top hat and bow tie, ye have to get a pair of britches and boots first.”

Longing to taste the smile on her lips, he kissed her until he almost couldn’t breathe.

“Deal,” she said when he released her.

Claire pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it behind her, her hips moving slowly against his. She helped him off with his own shirt and ran her hands over his bare chest. The words he yearned to say to her echoed through his mind, but now wasn’t the time. Not yet.

But soon.

Standing on slightly trembling feet, Claire began working at her jeans, glancing to his office door.

“Does that lock?”

“Aye, it does.”

He kicked off his own boots and shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. Before he could get up to either lock the door or kiss Claire, she’d pushed him back down and straddled him. Her hands gripped the back of the couch, her golden eyes burning down at him.

After a little adjusting, she took him home and ground against him. Waves of heat pulsed through him in time with her thrusts and he let himself be completely lost in it. Her head was thrown back as she rode him, which arched her back. Her breasts were presented to him like an offering and he chose to accept.

She gasped when he took the tip of one breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over her aroused flesh. The smooth rhythm of her hips was interrupted by uncontrolled jerks. Releasing her breast with a pop, he traced the curve of it up her chest as far as he could. The salt of her sweat was better than any whisky he’d ever had.

Much as he wanted to, he didn’t let himself go when her body began to convulse with pleasure. He wasn’t ready to be done with her yet. As she came down from her high, she looked at him curiously. Without warning, he stood, still keeping her on him, and moved to the floor in front of the couch.

I love you, he thought to himself as he laid her down. I love you and I am yours.

Then it was his turn to show her how well he could ride. Her legs were tight around him, her heels helping drive him forward. His body bucked wildly against hers, bringing him nearer the edge with every passing moment.

When he could hold back no longer, he let himself go and cried out in Gaelic. Even he wasn’t sure what words he’d said, but the tone and exclamation were enough. Claire, face flushed and skin glowing with sweat, was smiling.g

“Jesus. H. Roosevelt Christ,” she said, heaving a great breath between each word.

“Tha gaol agam ort,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck as his fingertips felt the flutter of her pulse.

Capturing her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, he peeled himself off and took the blanket from the couch. He also grabbed two of the pillows to put beneath her head and draped them with the blanket.

“You’ve said that before,” she said, turning onto her side to face him. “Will you tell me what it means?”

This was the one thing he’d been afraid to tell her - the one secret he had from her. It was far too soon to tell her this, to share this with her. But… Their whole romance had moved quickly. Perhaps it wouldn’t scare her away.

“Well,” he said slowly, eyes and fingers following a bead of sweat down her neck. “It means ‘I love you’.”

* Not With Haste by Mumford & Sons