#ITS OKAY COME CLOSER AND PUT YOUR HANDS NEAR THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE I WILL NOT BITE YOUR FINGERS OFF EVEN A LITTLE BIT

[sporesgalaxy]

Nooooo don't cope with the sudden annihilation of the implicit trust that you built your sense of identity and belonging around by chasing after an impossible goal of absolute control over your life!!! your so silly aha.......

[antiquechampagne]

Antique Champagne - CH45 - Riding High

“How do you think Oswald got that little rad rat to sit still like that?” Hancock pulled out a chunk of funnel cake from a box and crammed it into his mouth. He shook the box at Payne. She smiled but refused more ancient sugary confection.

“Didn’t he say the little guy’s name was Murphy? I think you could train just about any animal if you get them young enough.” She gave the box in his hand a little poke. “Isn’t that your second box? You better put it away before you make yourself sick. This time you won’t be able to blame it on a ride.”

They walked together across the promenade as the sun set, the slender crescent moon glowing softly in the color-streaked sky.

After one more small piece of cake, Hancock handed the box to Payne to stash away.

“Where do you think we should head next?” she asked.

“I thought I told you that you were driving today… but since you asked so nicely, why don’t we go on a little safari?”

Something about his tone hinted at something more beneath his words, but Payne only let herself flash a coy little smile. “A safari, huh? That might be fun.”

Just inside the gate to Safari Adventure, they saw Nate talking with a burly shirtless man in a loincloth. Nate waved them over.

“Hey, guys! Did you enjoy Kiddie Kingdom? I’m guessing Oswald gave you the royal treatment given how long you were in there.”

“You were waiting for us?” Payne asked.

Nate glanced at them; a bit confused. Hancock looked at a nearby decaying fake tree before Payne could get a good look at his face.

“Never mind,” the Overboss murmured. He turned to the man next to him, introducing him. “This is Cito. He lives here with his family. Cito, these are my friends, Mayor Hancock and Payne. They’re from the Commonwealth.”

Cito seemed to be studying them, stone faced. He did not move.

Hancock extended a hand, but the man just looked at him. “Nice to meet you too, big guy. Is your whole family as welcoming as you?”

“Cito’s a bit leery of strangers. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you as we show you around. You might even meet his family, if you play your cards right.”

“Cito not play. Cito lead. Follow.” With that, Cito dashed off into the park.

“Ooo-kay then…” Hancock shrugged.

The group ran after him, stopping at a large building.

“Go see monster.” Cito ordered as he pointed to the doors. Nate grabbed a bucket filled with what looked like offal waiting by the front door. The three started to head inside.

Nate turned back. “Are you sure you won’t come in with us? It can’t get out. I promise.”

Cito snorted and stood his ground.

Once inside, the hairs raised on the back of her neck. Instinctively, Payne grabbed her weapon.

“It’s okay. The cage is reenforced. Plus, we feed her all the meat scraps we produce.”

Hancock seemed unconvinced. “Her?”

Though the entry way lay a gigantic cage filled with stagnant water. Payne caught a slight movement under the grime right before a large reptilian form rose from the water, splashing them. Its massive jaws snapped at the bars, exposing row after row of teeth. The creature’s huge muscular arms raked the metal as it hissed and sniffed the air.

“What the fuck is that?” Hancock jumped back. He had left his shotgun in the room, but his knife made a speedy appearance.

Nate motioned for them to lower their weapons. “She’s the last remaining gatorclaw.” He nodded towards the exit. “That’s why Cito won’t come in here. It’s a bit of a story, but the gist of it is Cito and his family were plagued by these monsters. They were all over the park, picking off anything that got near them. See, they were coming from a malfunctioning cloning facility under the building. I destroyed the machines and killed every gatorclaw I came across… but I couldn’t quite find it in my heart to kill her, so I kept her here.”

Nate stuck a hand in the bucket. “Feeding time, girl!” He put the unidentifiable organ on a long pointed stick. The creature quickly snapped up the bits, never taking it’s tiny eyes off it’s incoming meal. Payne watched curiously. She could tell the creature was immensely powerful under it’s armored hide but was starting to grow round in places.

“Gatorclaw…” Payne mused. “Let me guess… someone had the great idea to mix an alligator and deathclaw?”

Nate nodded.

“That’s one hell of a combination.” Hancock remarked.

“You’re telling me… you didn’t almost have your head bitten off by one!” Nate chucked. The bucket empty, the beast slithered back into the water, perfectly hidden in the murky pool.

When they left the enclosure, Cito was still waiting for them. When they got close, he grunted and sprinted off to the next enclosure. Nate explained that, given Safari Adventure was an exotic animal zoo before the war, he had it cleaned up and renovated to house some of the species found only in Nuka-World.

“The herbivores were the easy ones. Brahmiluffs and gazelles took to captivity relatively quickly. Rad-rats took a little longer. Even the gatorclaw, given enough to eat, has become mostly manageable. Cito has even started to work with some of the Pack members in charge of taking care of the animals.” Cito’s chest seemed to puff out the mention. “Some, however, are proving to be more of a pain than they are worth.”

They stopped in front of a metal cage with multiple layers of metal bars, many broken outwards.

“What was here?” Payne asked.

Nate frowned. Cito grumbled. “That was… a mistake.” Payne could tell Nate was not used to failure. “I tried to house a cave cricket there.”

“A cave cricket?” Hancock balked. “One?”

“Bug angry. Not like cage. Kick. Kill many.” Cito bowed his head slightly. “No more bug.”

“That’s right. No more bugs.” Nate agreed. They walked further down the path. Nate turned to Cito again. “So, Cito, what do you say? Can my friends meet your family?”

Cito stopped and thought. “Family de-cide. Come Hat Man. Come Pretty Lady.” Cito led them through a maze of cages to the Primate House.

Nate drew close to Hancock and Payne. “Let me go in first. They know me. We’ll see what happens from there.”

The Primate House was once a sterile series of concrete boxes and metal bars. Not much had changed through the centuries. They could hear movement and noise from inside, but Payne was not expecting to see a dozen or so squat dark furry bodies on the other side. She froze at the sight of, what appeared to be, a full troupe of completely healthy unmutated gorillas.

Cito was greeted warmly by a pair of females. One even had a small face peeking out from between their stocky legs. Cito grunted, sat on the floor, gesturing to them while they groomed each other.

“Those are his sisters. See the baby? He’s about a year old now. Cito is such a proud uncle!”

Payne was transfixed. As she watched she noticed something very particular and familiar. The baby extended two fingers to it’s forehead and gave them a quick twist before clinging to Cito’s calf. Something dawned on her. She started to study the rest of the family.

“They’re signing!” she exclaimed breathlessly to herself.

“What?” Hancock asked confused.

Ignoring him, Payne quickly scooted away, separating herself from the group, sitting quietly on a nearby concrete step before anyone could stop her. A smaller young adult gorilla had also been watching them intently. With Payne by herself, they crept closer, sniffing, vying for a better looking at the strange people.

Slowly, Payne began to sign. “Don’t be scared. I’m a new friend.”

The gorilla’s eyes widened in surprise, before they excitedly tried to answer her back. Unfortunately, the young one’s enthusiasm made it hard to understand, as they bounded excitedly back and forth.

“You can talk! Look! Look! The stranger can talk!”

More primates inched closer, encircling Payne. Even Cito came over, curious over what his family found so intriguing about her.

“You know hand talk?” Cito asked out loud.

“Yeah.” Even though her was thrilled, she knew better than to startle the powerful animals. She did her best to keep her voice calm. “Growing up, my grandmother lost her hearing. We learned ASL… um… hand talk to talk with her.” She couldn’t help but smile, some of the other gorillas seemed to be just as excited as she was. “I never thought it’d come in handy again.”

The young gorilla pulled on her pant leg to get her attention. As Payne turned to see what they wanted, a large commotion rocked the gathering around her. A huge beast of a gorilla burst through the crowd, scattering them. He stared menacingly at Payne, puffing out its barrel-like chest. Even Cito took a step back. This was the family’s alpha, the silver fur on his back like a shining badge of power and authority.

Nate and Hancock reacted quickly, both going to draw weapon until Payne motioned for them to back off. Payne looked down but calmly continued to sit, refusing to move. The leader of the gorillas paced by her, huffing, before eventually sitting a few feet away.

Reluctantly, he began to sign. “Do not speak to my family. Speak to me.”

Payne nodded. “Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to make new friends.”

He seemed unconvinced. Thinking fast, she thought of a way to hopefully smooth things over.

“I brought a gift.” Payne slowly reached into her pack and pulled out the funnel cake box and presented it to the agitated silverback. He sniffed it before snatching it out of her hand. Everyone, human and primate, watched with anticipation. Ripping the box open, he stuffed a handful of cake into his mouth, still eyeing her.

He put the box on the ground. “Too sweet,” he conceded, sat and relax his posture. At that, the situation was resolved. Some of the family fought over the contents of the box, others began to approach Payne. She was quickly flooded with questions from every side. She kept up as best she could. Not only was her sign language rusty after 200 years of disuse, but cross-species communication came with its own hurdles. Gorilla hands could not do everything a human hand could. Plus, over the centuries, some signs had evolved and changed, the intelligent animals even inventing a few of their own.

Payne could hear Cito taking with Nate and Hancock behind her, but in the drive to keep up with the gorillas, she let the men talk without her. It’s not like she could translate everything thrown at her for them anyway. Soon enough, she was being introduced to every family member, shown every resting spot, rubber ball, bucket… generally getting the inside scoop on everything going with the gorilla troop. As one of the older female members of the family asked her where her family was, the infant who had called Cito ‘Uncle’, climbed up her leg and into her lap. When he looked up at her with his gorgeous brown eyes, her heart melted.

“You are so handsome and brave!” Payne cooed as she stroked his fur, his mother looking on.

“Pretty Lady!”

“Hey, Payne?!” Nate called. Every eye in the Primate House looked over. “Um, we’ve got to get going. Can you wrap things up in there?”

Gently, she put the baby on the ground. “Sorry, but I have to leave.” Quickly thinking, she pulled something from her pack. She handed the stuffed sloth toy she had won in the arcade over to the tiny gorilla. “A special gift for a special friend.” The baby’s eye lit up, but he had to wait until his mother inspected the item before clutching it to his chest. He thanked her quickly before clinging, toy and all, to his mother.

Slowly, she made her way back to the door. Cito and a handful of family members showed them out.

“Well, you’ve quite the impression, now didn’t you?” Nate smiled. “I’ve never seen them that excited.”

“I never thought I’d do anything like that. Not in a million years.” Her grin reached from ear to ear. It was as damn near a pure magical experience as she had ever had. “That was amazing.”

“Well, damn. I can’t believe I got outplayed by a bunch of monkeys!” Hancock teased. “Guess I’ll just have to up my game.”

Stepping out into the night, the stars shown bright, twinkling in the dark beyond the lights of the park. As they walked, a raider ran up to them.

“Sir, there is a bit of a,” he eyed the pair next to the Overboss. “situation that needs your attention.”

“One second.” Nate turned to Hancock. “You shouldn’t need me; everything should be ready for you.” He nodded to them before rushing off into the night.

Hancock grabbed her hand.

“Wait! What are you doing? Where are we going?” she asked as he pulled her along leading her towards the heart of the Safari Adventure.

“It’s a surprise!” He refused to say another word.

A huge tree rose above a dilapidated hedge maze. Without Nate to lead them through, it took a moment to find the correct path. It ended at a rickety industrial lift at the base of the tree.

“Your chariot awaits.” Hancock motioned to the lift. All Payne could do was shake her head as she stepped on. It was obvious he had something planned. The metal contraption lurched to life and raised them up into the branches. They stepped out into what was once a well sized camouflaged viewing platform in the shape of an oversized treehouse. At one end stood a wide patio, open to the sky. The other end had a long counter with a raider stooped over a makeshift grill behind it. He angrily grunted as Hancock walked Payne out onto the patio. Under the stars, a single round table was set with a pair of chairs. There was even a long lumpy candle stuck in a Nuka-Dark bottle flickering in the light night breeze in the middle.

Sitting down, Payne looked around a bit confused. “You know you could have just asked me out on a date…”

“Where’s the fun is that?” Hancock has a misogynous twinkle in his eye. “Besides, I got to pick Mr. Pre-war-ice-cube’s brain what would make a proper romantic surprise.” He gestured lightly around them. “This is what we came up with… a quiet intimate dinner made by best grill master in Nuka-World.”

Almost on cue, the raider unceremoniously announced his presence with a single word “Booze” before plunking a bottle between them, then stomping off back to the grill. Payne stifled a giggle as Hancock momentarily struggled getting the corked out. With a satisfying ‘pop’, the bottle was opened, only to find there was nothing to pour the wine into. Taking it in stride with a shrug, Hancock took a quick sip before passing it over.

Payne sniffed it before taking a swallow. It was slightly acidic and crisp, with an almost fruity taste. It went down more easily than anything she had had in a long time.

“Where in the world did you find this?” she asked. “It’s divine.”

“Apparently, Nate got a prewar bottle from the Cabots.” Unaware of the name, she shook her head. “They are an old Boston family.” Hancock explained. “They’ve been living Downtown since before the war. If you take what some people say, maybe literally… but they take great pride in keeping their stuff in pristine condition.”

Payne took closer at the wine. The bottle looked immaculate, the only signs of age the yellowing along the edges of the label. “Well, it’s better than most of the piss people pass off as wine these days, I can vouch for that.”

“Food.” The grill master roughly placed two plates down before them. Just before leaving, he pulled out a handful of silverware from his grimy apron, tossing them on a pile in the middle of the table.

“Uh, thanks?” Payne called after him. His response was a quick middle finger before heading out of sight. “I don’t think he’s getting a tip.”

Looking down, she was met with a huge slab of seared meat, the juices oozing and mixing with the jumble of roasted vegetables. What it lacked in presentation was made up by the superb aroma, something between aged beef and wild game. Even the smell of herbs and garlic reached her. She felt her mouth begin to water.

Neither Payne nor Hancock waited on ceremony. They quickly picked up their cutlery and dug in. The tasty morsels stemmed any meaningful conversation besides a few words of praise and occasional sigh of pleasure.

Once they regained their composure, they caught their breath with sips of the delightfully sweet wine.

“So, how’d I do?” Hancock finally asked.

Between the calm night with glittering stars, the perfect meal and the thoughtful man across from her, Payne was awestruck. She had not felt this cared for by someone in a long time. That’s just not how the world was anymore. She didn’t realize how much she had missed it. Looking at him across the table, she could not help but smile. He was waiting for her answer, but all Payne wanted to do was drink it all in. Nights like this were all too rare.

Finally, she found the words. “All this… it was a lovely surprise. Never in a million years would I think I would be eating such a delicious meal with such a thoughtful man…” Her eyes drifted from his face to the candle casting shadows on it. She quickly realized that, over the course of their dinner, the candle had burned down, the wax melting into a remarkably realistic phallic shape... complete with translucent drops dripping down from the tip.

Her sudden silence and change in expression must have drawn Hancock’s curiosity, because he let out a hearty laugh. “And here I thought had a shot tonight… but looks like someone else has beaten me to the punch!”

They both roared with laughter.

Finally, Payne leaned back in her chair. “You’re not getting anything until all this settles.” Payne patted her stomach. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a fun idea to pass the time.”

Hand in hand, they slowly made their way back to Fizztop under the dim moon.

[lesbianfreyja]

80 + macden 👀

80. You owe me.

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“I’m not doing this. I don’twant to do this,” Mac insisted. His head tipped back, looking up at the sign hungabove the entrance to the building before them.

“You’re doing it,” said Dennisfirmly.

Mac felt Dennis’s knucklesbrush against his a few times before Dennis fumblingly caught his hand and squeezed.Mac snorted and rolled his head to the side to look at him, watching Dennisgrin back.

“We can’t afford it, Dennis,” he complained. “We paid rent late twice thisyear already. Last time we did date night, you took me to Denny’s!”

“Here’s the thing, baby boy.”Dennis moved in front of him, patting his chest. His fingers curled into thefront of Mac’s shirt. “Last year, you got me a bag of salt and vinegar chips formy birthday, and the year before that you forgot it completely.”

“I didn’t forget,” Mac interrupted.“I gave you that blowjob!”

“That was because you’d spentfour hours watching a Ryan Reynolds marathon that afternoon and you felt guiltyfor calling me the wrong name in bed,” said Dennis. “You didn’t even know you’dmissed it until the next day.”

Mac shifted around, his eyesrolling.

“Den…”

“So, this year, I’m picking outexactly what I want and all you have to do is swipe the card.” Dennis slung anarm around his shoulders. “You owe me.”

Mac sighed. “Fine, man. Whatever.But if one of them tries to scratch me like it did last time I’ll never forgiveyou.”

“You like cats,” Dennisreminded him. “It was one feral cat one time. Come on.”

He took Mac’s hand again andstarted pulling on him, and reluctantly Mac followed his boyfriend inside. A bellabove the door tinkled when they came in, and several animals in cages nearbylooked up eagerly at them, wagging their tails.

“Hi!” a saleswoman popped up togrin sunnily at them. “How can I—”

“Oh, Mac! Look at this one!”

Dennis pulled Mac around thegirl and released his hand to drop down to his haunches. He stuck his fingersthrough the slats in the cage, and the kitten inside slunk as far away from himas it could.

“Black cats are bad luck, dude,”said Mac. “Every time it runs by you, it means a witch is cursing God in yourhonor! I don’t wanna be cursed that much, bro.”

Dennis twisted around to lookup at him. “You don’t really believe in witches, do you?”

“It’s true! That’s a straightup fact!”

Dennis snorted softly, shakinghis head as he turned back to the cat. Even though he’d been waggling hisfingers through the cage at it, slow and hypnotic in an attempt to coax itcloser, it stayed trembling as far away from him as it could. Grunting, Dennispulled his hand away from the black cat and straightened up.

“Whatever,” said Dennis. “Youwere an ugly little bitch anyway.”

Mac trailed after him as he meanderedfurther down the same aisle.

“Maybe we could look at thedogs?” Mac suggested, eyes widening hopefully. “If we have to get a pet, a dogwould be way more badass—”

“Don’t even try it,” Dennis saiddryly, shooting Mac a look over his shoulder. “It’s my birthday. And I want a cat.”

Mac sighed. Dennis wandered pastmore cages, dismissing the animals inside as being too scrawny, too big, toobitchy-looking, not enthusiastic enough about him jamming his hand in their cage.They walked up and down a few more aisles, with Dennis rejecting every single catthat they saw. They were only a few cages left, filling Mac up with dread thatthis errand was about to extend well into the afternoon if they had to drive togo look at another pet shop.

Dennis frowned at a fat brownone who kept swiping at his hand. Mac’s eyes drifted away from his millionthpainful rejection, scanning the surrounding cages absently.

“Holy shit!” Mac shouted out. Hedarted past a few more cages and dropped hard to his knees on the floor. Heshoved his face in close to the bars of this cat’s enclosure. Instead ofrearing back, it stayed nibbling at its food bowl. “Dennis, look at him! He’s socool!”

He heard Dennis trailing afterhim and felt him settle just behind him to the side. When he glanced upeagerly, Dennis had his arms crossed and he was frowning down at Mac on the ground.

“What are you talking about, Mac?It’s just a—” Dennis picked at the nametag hung on the cage, squinting at thedescription. “—Mac, it’s just a stupid tabby cat. They’re like, everywhere.Charlie’s got about five that follow him from his building to the bar.”

“But he’s so orange!”

Mac’s face scrunched up in aweand he leaned back in close to the cat’s cage. It finally stopped eating longenough to acknowledge him, and it slinked closer, sniffing the air tentatively.Mac pressed his face right up near to the bars and it flinched back at first,minutely, at his sudden movement forward. After a second it padded closer againand ducked toward the side of the cage too. It pushed its snout near Mac’s noseand sniffed again. Mac laughed. When he looked up, a faint smile was tugging onthe edge of Dennis’s mouth. Mac grinned and stood up.

“He’s so cute, Dennis!” hesaid. “We have to get him! Can I hold him?”

Mac whipped around to look fora sales associate. Dennis spotted one first and flagged them over.

“This one’s a girl, bro,” saidDennis.

“No way. It’s way too cool-looking.Look how orange he is!”

“Yeah, she’s really orange.” Dennisrolled his eyes. “But look, dude, the tag says right here that her name is Chloe.”

Chloe lookedup at them both through the top of her cage, tilting her head. Behind them, someonecleared their throat and they both turned around to look at the girl from earlierstanding behind them.

“Hey there,” she said. “Youlike—”

“I wanna hold this one,” saidMac, pointing at Chloe.

“It’s my cat,” Dennis snapped, stepping in front of Mac. “She’s for me. Potentially. If we decide to gether.”

Mac leaned against Dennis’sback to get closer to the salesgirl.

“Whatever. Just take her out!”

The salesgirl stepped aroundthem to undo Chloe’s cage.

“Be careful,” she said, easingChloe up out of it. “She doesn’t usually like men.”

She handed the cat off toDennis, after he won the shoving fight between him and Mac to hold her first.Dennis was surprisingly still, and quiet, as he gathered her up in his arms. Shewas tense at first, but when Dennis stroked a hand down her back she started torelax.

“Wow,” said the girl. “I’m surprised,she generally doesn’t trust—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dennis interrupted.“We’re done with you. You can go now.”

“I — can’t just leave you herewith an animal unattended,” said the girl, uncertainly. “Um, I’ll stand overhere while you make a decision.”

She moved a little way away to watchthem from over by some fish tanks. Mac shuffled in closer to Dennis, reachingup to scratch at Chloe’s ears. Her eyes closed, and she nudged into Mac’s hand.

“She likes us!” Dennis said, lookingup to grin at him.

“It’s probably because we’regay, dude,” said Mac, moving to rub her under her chin. “She can sense that we’renon-threatening.”

“That’s not a — you know what, sure,”said Dennis. He knocked Mac’s hand out of the way so he could lift her up andlook her in the eyes. She blinked slowly at him. With one paw, she reached outlike she was going to touch him on the shoulder — then instead she brought herarm down and smacked Dennis in the face.

Mac doubled over laughing.

“Bitch,” Dennis gasped softly,but he brought her back to his chest and kept running his fingers down her backanyway.

“Oh, my God, dude! She’s perfect!”Mac said. “Dennis, bro, we have to get her! Look at her, she’s so cute…She’s alreadycopying me, we have to take her home. She’s…what’s the word? She’s imprintingon us!”

“Cats don’t do that,” Dennissaid. He still sounded a little annoyed but he tucked Chloe under his chin andhugged her closer.

“Yeah, they totally do!” Macinsisted. He reached out to pet her side, dancing around where Dennis’s arm wastucked beneath her.

“You’re thinking of ducks.”

“Ducks do it too. It’s a thingthat like, any small mammal does. Trust me, that’s science.”

“It is absolutely not,” said Dennis.“So what? You think that big dogs don’t imprint on people but little ones do?”

“Of course not, Dennis,” Macsaid, rolling his eyes. “That would be stupid! If they have the potential to become big, then they can’timprint. Duh. It’s a gene some animals have, bro, trust me.”

Dennis thought this over as heput Chloe back in her cage and the salesgirl brought them up to the counter tostart filling out adoption paperwork. They would need an interview-type meetingfirst, apparently, to bring them up to speed on Chloe’s background and historyand make sure they had the means of providing for her. Institutions were sostupid. Mac wanted to bring her back now but the saleswoman said it was literallyimpossible, even when he argued and got loud. Bitch.

“Lions,” said Dennis as theywere walking back to the car. He snapped his fingers in the air like he’d justsolved an impossible riddle.

“What?” Mac turned to look athim. “What are you talking about?”

“Lions are like big cats. So byyour own theory, cats can’t imprint.”

He smiled proudly.

“No, you’re getting confused,”said Mac, shaking his head. He pulled open the passenger side door to the carand climbed in. “Lions are just relativesof cats. One of the genes that makes them super big and gives them a mane alsomakes it so they can’t imprint. They’re different.”

Dennis rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just go buy stuff fordinner,” he said, twisting the key into the ignition.

They got to bring Chloe home aweek after they met her. Dennis had gone all out and bought her a bed andlitter box and several large bags of food from Walmart already, but Mac hadgone back to the pet store to pick up things for her to play with. Annoyingly,she avoided all of Mac’s super cool food-shaped toys to gnaw on the edge of thepillow they had sat her on so she could lay between them on the couch.

Dennis was obsessed with her,wouldn’t stop nudging her ears and stroking her back while she ignored him tokeep chewing on their pillow.

“I guess it’s okay that she’s agirl,” said Mac, frowning at her. “At least her color is still badass.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Dennis cooedat the kitten. “He’s just jealous that you like me more than you like him.”

“We should still call her somethingcool, though,” said Mac. “Hey! Remember how you promised to name your firstbornkid Murphy? After I died, remember?”

Dennis finally looked away fromthe cat to glare at him.

“No fucking way, Mac,” he said.“We are not naming her after Robocop. She’s sweet, we should name her somethingsmaller—”

“You promised!”

“When you actually die forreal, I’ll change her name to Murphy. Okay?” said Dennis. “Until you’re in theground I don’t have to do jack shit that was on your little list of funeraldemands.”

“But you’re—”

They were interrupted by a loud,plaintive meow coming from betweenthem. Mac glanced down at her, but Dennis was already lashing out to scoop herup in his arms. He petted at her head, pulling her into his chest and turning awayfrom Mac like he was trying to hide her from him. Mac made an irritated noise,trying to swipe out around Dennis to pet her again.

“I won’t let him name you Murphy,”Dennis promised.

“Well, we have to change it tosomething because Chloe was the name of the bitch who pushed me off a swingsetin fifth grade!” said Mac. He brought his fist down hard on his thigh. “We saidwe’d be cat dads together, Dennis.You don’t get to hog her.”

Dennis sighed. He lowered thecat onto his lap, where she promptly started kneading at him until he wassuitably comfortable enough for her to curl up on and go to sleep. Dennislooked up at Mac, smug.

“Why don’t you go scoop hersome food?” Dennis suggested. He gestured down at her. “I can’t move.”

Grumbling, Mac pushed himselfoff the couch to deal with her dinner. While he worked, he tried to come upwith a better name for her, but everything cool that he liked was a dude’s name.It wasn’t his fault that women were never in any good movies.

“What about Anne,” he said suddenly,spinning around with a finger in the air.

Dennis wasn’t listening to him.Dennis was bent over, rubbing at the cat’s stomach and murmuring something intoher ears. Mac softened, watching them for a minute or two. Eventually he turnedaround to keep scooping her some dinner. He guessed they could fight about what to name hersome other time.

DISCLAIMER! i clearly knownothing about cats or pet shops lol so that’s all creative liberty at work. i mean, i skimmed the pet smart website on adoption. and my friends have cats. also, adopt don’t shop x

[storytaeme]

drink up – day 13

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Park Jimin x Jung Hoseok

➵ Prompt: Lactation ↪ content: abo dynamics, lactation kink

➵ Word Count: 2,065 words

When darkness blanketed the city, the city came alive. Seoul was never without a soul, the streets buzzing with excitement, bars and clubs lined with patrons ready to begin their night. Hoseok was no different as he loosened his tie just a tad, popping his collar button open, as he followed his friend Yoongi down the packed streets.

“And you really won’t tell me where you go every night?” Hoseok had teased him as they packed up to leave the office.

“You have your secrets, I have mine” was the only thing the elder had grunted before shrugging on his coat and walked out the door.

Hoseok hadn’t meant to follow him—he just happened to coincide with the man again when he saw the elder stalking ahead of him at a pace that had him quirking an eyebrow curiously. Yoongi was composed and relaxed, and this hurried state seemed to be a bit suspicious for him. So, he figured there would be no harm in chasing after the other’s tail.

It was near impossible to keep track of him in the throngs of people that flooded the sidewalk, but he managed to find where Yoongi had stopped. Milk & Honey, the sign glowed a bright, fluorescent white outside. Hoseok bit back a laugh to hide his genuine surprise. Out of all the places Hoseok expected the man to go to, an omega milk bar would be last on the list. He slipped past the darkened doors, stopped by security up front which patted him down and checked for any hazardous items. They were thorough, safe.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok said, stepping up next to the man who stood by the reception.

The elder had stiffened, narrowing his eyes bitterly at Hoseok. “Really? Even this is beneath you.”

“I just happened to see you, wanted to say hi,” Hoseok smiled sweetly.

Yoongi took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, “Whatever.”

“Are you both here together? What service would you like today, Sir?” The attendant questioned, a smile on her lips. “Would you like a shared room?”

“Yes,” Hoseok answered the same time Yoongi spat out an annoyed “no.” The receptionist’s gaze darted between the two of them, question hanging heavy in the air. “I don’t mind, we’re friends, get us a shared room.”

Yoongi grabbed his elbow, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I could use some down time myself, what better way right?”

The elder could only grit his teeth, knowing full well that Hoseok wouldn’t back down from this. He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the lady. “I’ll have my regular.”

“Any other preferences?”

“Nah,” he unbuttoned his suit, “just tell him to come.”

“And you, Sir?” she turned to Hoseok this time.

Hoseok was, in all honesty, an amateur to this. The concept of an omega milk bar wasn’t completely foreign to him. He knew why they had these, knew why some omegas might take pleasure in the activity, but the inner workings were a bit fuzzy on his end. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.”

Both Yoongi and the lady looked at him dumbfounded. He really was in over his head.

“So male omega, I presume?”

“Yes,” he replied dumbly.

“Any specific requirements? Clothing perhaps? We cater to a range of interests.”

There was an unmissable teasing lilt in her voice that made him slightly embarrassed. But he shook his head, letting the confident smile settle back on his face. “Tell him to surprise me.”

That was how Hoseok found himself seated on leather couches in a dimly lit room overlooking the club downstairs. The bar catered to both alcohol and omega milk seekers, feeding two addictions in one location. Hoseok understood the appeal of omega milk, a sweet substance that could have him metaphorically high as a kite for days with its flavor. He just never thought of visiting one of these bars.

The knock on the door signaled the entrance of their two servers. “Good evening, I’m Namjoon and I’ll be serving tonight,” the taller one smiled, glancing at Yoongi a little more fondly with his dimples. He was dressed in a thin white shirt and a pair of slacks, nothing too surprising. He had the build of an alpha, the essence of one too, but there was a softness to him that seemed uniquely omega. “Yoongi-ssi, it’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

Was Yoongi… blushing? Hoseok wanted to laugh but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Namjoon sliding onto Yoongi’s lap casually. The elder didn’t waste time and began unbuttoning the man’s shirt, exposing his bare chest, skin smooth underneath.

“Did you call for me, sweetheart?” Another voice drew his attention away and he found himself face to face—well, face to chest—with another boy. He looked younger, couldn’t possibly be more than twenty, and has the sweetest looking cheeks and the most innocent smile. He nestled himself comfortably on Hoseok’s lap, forcing him to lean back and relax. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Hoseok,” the older man cleared his throat, taken aback by how forward this boy was. Namjoon had waited until Yoongi was ready, until Yoongi gave him permission. This man took it. Hoseok’s hand smoothed down his back, only then realizing Jimin was clad in a form-fitting blouse and a leather pants to match.

The boy let out a small hum, nudging his nose into Hoseok’s neck, breathing in his scent. Hoseok didn’t miss the small whimper he emitted, which channeled Hoseok’s own alpha to growl slightly. “Nice to meet you, Hoseokie-hyung. I’m Jimin.”

“You too,” Hoseok murmured in return, gaze too busy perusing the size of his legs. He could probably choke Hoseok with those thighs. “You going to give me your milk, Jiminie?”

Jimin, surprisingly, caught his bottom lip and simpered, looking up from beneath his lashes. “I’m here to give you my milk, alpha.”

Fuck. He really shouldn’t have let the boy’s words go to his balls. But he did. His cock stirred in his pants, pulsing lightly with need. Jimin only smiled though, popping open his blouse one button at a time before positioning himself to straddle the man. “Sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Hoseok smirked, his hands traveling south to cup the omega’s ass. The omega’s very ripe and plump ass. “This okay?”

The younger nodded shyly, “More than okay.” He shifted a little more so the crack of his ass cupped Hoseok’s crotch perfectly. Hoseok’s gaze dropped down to his chest then, the skin seeming to swell as his nipples perked up with the attention. He lifted his hand and grasp the boy’s side, thumb reaching to rub the pretty pink peaks. He could already see them beginning to release moisture, could feel Jimin’s desire emanating from his body.

“Tell me if you don’t like anything okay,” Hoseok whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss on his sternum.

Jimin seemed surprised for a brief second by his request but nodded quietly.

“Your nipples are so pretty, baby,” he smiled, “so pink and sweet, I bet the milk tastes even sweeter.”

At that, the younger boy seemed to puff out his chest proudly. “People say I’ve got the sweetest milk out of all of them, the best.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, “you like people telling you you’ve got the best milk, darling? You’re cute, aren’t you? Bet you love it when people put their mouths on you, on your nipples and suck on your milk. You love it when they drink from your tits and lick up those pretty things.”

Jimin released a whimper and nodded eagerly, jutting out his chest more like a plea for Hoseok to follow through with his words. Hoseok tilted forward again and enveloped one of his leaking nipples into the warm enclosure of his mouth. Jimin let out a small gasp as Hoseok sucked. Hard. He tugged on the pert bud with his teeth, cheeks hollowing to draw the supple skin in. Hoseok could taste the liquid dropping onto his tongue, a heavenly pleasure he could only receive from pure omega milk directly from the source.

The flavors danced in his mouth as the boy’s tit lay heavy on his tongue. Hoseok sucked and sucked, hearing Jimin’s delicious whimpers as he buried his fingers in Hoseok’s hair. Jimin’s scent engulfed him, consumed him. He could smell every bit of arousal leaking from the boy, the definite aroma of come filling his senses. Even his milk—especially his milk—Hoseok could smell it and taste it, the fragrance clinging onto his skin like liquid fire.

Hoseok snarled and pulled the boy closer, his possessive nature sinking in as he began to bite and nibble on the delightfully stiffened peak. “Jimin, your tits taste like heaven. You like being licked like this? Like people sucking your milk dry from your tits?”

Jimin whined desperately and nodded, “L-love it, alpha. Love it when people drink my milk.”

“There’s a good boy,” Hoseok grinned, a smile much less friendly than the one he had pasted on his face earlier. He returned his attention back to his chest, lips closing in around the same peak again until Jimin felt raw, until Jimin was squirming desperately on his lap.

“Mmph, alpha, f-feels so good,” Jimin cried, “can p-practically feel you inside of me.”

The thought of bending Jimin over the couch and fucking him from behind, pounding into his tight little ass had Hoseok’s cock twitching and throbbing in his pants, coming to life and demanding attention. But that wasn’t his purpose here today. He let Jimin’s milk slip down his throat, smacking his lips together and groaning. That seemed to do it for Jimin who gasped and started rutting himself against the elder. Hoseok allowed the boy to do what he wanted, let him tangle his digits in his locks, let him rub himself against the bulge in Hoseok’s pants.

“Your tits are so pretty, baby, so full of milk,” Hoseok grinned, “wish I could take you home with me so I can have this every morning. Wouldn’t you like that? I’d love to suck your pretty tits every morning, get your sweet milk.”

Jimin shivered at the thought, looking euphoric at the idea. The omega milk was almost like an aphrodisiac, gave him a similar kind of pleasure without the hyper-sensitizing sensations. Jimin continued to grind down on the elder as Hoseok offered his ministrations to the other nipple which had been untouched. He leaned back slightly and pinched the little buds, eliciting a gorgeous moan out of the younger boy. White liquid seeped out of the little slits, dribbling down his chest, but never making it quite far with how fast Hoseok’s tongue darted out to collect the droplets. Omega milk wasn’t something to waste.

“H-Hoseok, please—” Jimin choked up “—please fuck me.”

God, he wanted to. He really fucking wanted to, but he needed to control himself before he ended up ripping this boy’s ass to shreds. He hadn’t had a good fuck in weeks, and something told him that doing Jimin then wasn’t quite the right time. “Next time, baby,” Hoseok muttered, tongue tracing the boy’s areolae and flicking the hardened nub.

Jimin was panting by then, his nipples drained of milk for that moment, when Hoseok pulled away from him. “I think they’re right, you may have the sweetest milk here.”

The younger boy, despite his obviously painful arousal in his pants, giggled. “You haven’t even tasted anyone else,” Jimin pushed on his chest lightly.

“Don’t need to, I already know,” Hoseok smiled back, equally as bright, as he tapped his nose. “The scent tells all, darling.”

“You’re a flirt, I bet everyone falls head over heels for you.”

“Not everyone,” Hoseok teased, “not yet.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Oh trust me, I’m smitten by your oral skills already.”

“Flatterer, you must get all the alphas with that mouth of yours.”

The younger boy scrunched up his nose cutely. “I get them with my milk.”

“You working late tonight?” Hoseok’s lips curled into a grin.

Jimin bit on his bottom lip, shyly tucking his hair behind his ear. “Yeah, busy tonight. How about tomorrow?”

“Dinner?”

“That works,” Jimin nodded excitedly.

Hoseok beamed right back, “Perfect.”

“But one thing—” the boy stilled with a twinkle in his eye “—drinks are on me.”

Hoseok laughed.