#and am now home w my dog

[girlssagainstgod]

April 29th-May 6th, 2023

[tamaharu]

my family is camping rn and they found an abandoned(?) cat and like. well if they take it home it doesnt do me much good at the moment as im living two hours away. but if .🥺 but if they take it home. 🥺but. 🥺🥺

[spectascopes]

my brain can fit so many bad ideas inside of it

[coloursofaparadox]

i finally got my adhd med dosage worked out and also for like the first time since upping the dosage actually managed to take it consistently long enough for it to actually kick in over the last few weeks and god damn. that shit is magic.

[parkitaco]

the world is determined not to let me take a nap today i can’t continue like this

[mooodyblue]

it's been a very exhausting day and all i want to do now is write 😞 hope to get some stuff out for y'all tonight <3

[felis-cervus]

holy shit my dad is going to get my kitten killed

[depresseddepot]

on one hand, I am EXPONENTIALLY busier at work. on the other hand, I'm so busy that I don't have time for some of the things I use to do, like overshare

[m0ssf4g]

deciding to finish Merlin when i was already having an emotionally difficult morning was a grave mistake

[silversurfersx]

skater girl | max verstappen

max verstappen × driver!reader [smau]

summary: some drivers take scooters around the paddock, some walk and some just ride a skateboard, steal dogs and just won't take max verstappen skating

faceclaim: just some girls I found on pinterest :))

liked by lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco, maxverstappen1 and others

yourusername: found a dog, took him home and showed him how to skate (his dad wanted to supervise 🥴) ☺️🥰🐶

tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

_

roscoelovescoco: I had's a lots of fun's! 😍

yourusername: I did too, maybe next time we could have a playdate without ur dad 🤔 roscoelovescoco: dad says no 😥

maxverstappen1: why do you take him skating but you always tell me no 😓

yourusername: cause if you fall off, redbull will have my head😅 maxverstappen1: who says I'll fall off? yourusername: me maxverstappen1: that's mean 😥 yourusername: it's true tho 🥺

user1: that is the cutest 😍

user2: I wanna go on their skate date too :((

lewishamilton: 🐶🛹 {like by yourusername}

user3: cuties ❤

___

liked by carlossainz55, mickschumacher and others

yourusername: did some good racing, got some good points and found some cuties on magazines at the shop 🥰

(also I think mick is trying to murder me, pls send help 😦😕)

tagged: mickschumacher, carlossainz55, maxverstappen

_

mickschumacher: I am, you stole my lunch 🔪

yourusername: I didn't see your name on it 🤷‍♀️ mickschumacher: it was right in the lid, in CAPITAL letters 🤨 yourusername: 😮💀

carlossainz55: ay cariño 😍 {like by yourusername}

yourusername: ay chili 🥰 {liked by carlossainz55}

user4: awesome drive, girl 🔥🔥

user5: p4, LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

maxverstappen1: so you bought a magazine just because of me? 🤔

yourusername: no, it had a skateboard on the front 😚 maxverstappen1: sure, sure yourusername: 💀 maxverstappen1: btw, did I see you let mick ride your skateboard earlier today 🧐 yourusername: yes maxverstappen1: so he wants to kill you and can still ride it, but I don't 🤨 yourusername: well, I know he's harmless, but the energy drink company u drive for has proper means to 💀 me user6: damn, just let the poor guy ride for a bit {liked by maxverstappen1} yourusername: no

___

yourusername posted a story

If you saw me fall, no you didn't, thanks kym for not posting that little mishap xD

maxverstappen1: can I ride now?

yourusername: no maxverstappen1: 🥺😥 maxverstappen1: then I'm not gonna let you visit sassy and jimmy 🙍‍♂️ yourusername: don't put the babies in the middle of this, max! 😡 maxverstappen1: your decision 😏🤷‍♂️

___

liked by landonorris, fernandoalo_oficial, charles_leclerc and others

maxverstappen1: good times 🏊‍♂️🐱

tagged: yourusername, fernandoalo_oficial

_

yourusername: you know what your doing...😐

maxverstappen1: you know my conditions, meanwhile I've found a substitute mom yourusername: I will not forget this...

fernandoalo_oficial: it was so nice to meet the two🥰

yourusername: you have no idea what you just started, nando fernandoalo_oficial: what?

user7: what is going on here? 👀

user8: I think max is threatening y/n user7: with his cats? 🧐 user8: ...apperantly

landonorris: why did you take fernando to see them but not me 😦

yourusername: would u say you've been betrayed? landonorris: maybe... 🥺 yourusername: would a little ride on my skateboard make you feel better? landonorris: maybe 😲 maxverstappen1: oh, come on!! user9: oh this is evil, I love it 😂 {liked by yourusername}

___

yourusername posted a story

Little skating lesson w @ landonorris, it was a complete fail :/

maxverstappen1: if I reinstate you visiting schedule for jimmy and sassy, could I have a go 🥰 please 🥺 yourusername: I might consider it 🤔 if you promise to keep me save from redbull if something should happen maxverstappen1: I swear on all the cats in the world 🤞 yourusername: oh wow, that is a big promise 😯🤨 maxverstappen1: it's a big deal 😊

___

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, charles_leclerc and more

yourusername: I finally gave in just for him to decide it wasn't for him and order sushi instead to the skate park 😐

tagged: maxverstappen1

_

charles_leclerc: does that mean I can ride your skateboard now too?

yourusername: oh for gods sake 💀

[astrxealis]

unsure what i want for my theme tbh

[heartysworld]

Love, Lando, Milo // LN4

Lando Norris x Female Reader

Where Milo turns out to be more supportive than his dad

W. C: 2k

A/N: Milo has become a constant in my Lando fics, but since I don't see anyone complaining, I will keep on including him

MASTERLIST

The night was still. The kind of stillness that should be soothing, but instead, it felt heavy and uncomfortable. You shifted again, trying to find a position that didn’t make your back scream in protest. It was nearly impossible. Every time you thought you had it, your bladder demanded attention or a new wave of nausea rolled through you.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb Lando more than you already had. His breathing was steady and deep beside you, the sound normally a source of comfort. But tonight, it only highlighted how restless you were. You turned again, hoping to find that elusive comfortable spot, but it was no use.

Around 3 AM, you got up for what felt like the fifth time. You shuffled to the bathroom, your swollen feet aching with every step. After relieving yourself, you wandered into the kitchen, craving something to eat. Anything to soothe your grumbling stomach and kicking baby. You grabbed a banana and slowly made your way back to bed, hoping this time you wouldn’t disturb Lando.

But as you slipped back under the covers, Lando stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Again?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Yes, again,” you snapped back, unable to contain your frustration anymore. For the past few days, Lando's been complaining about your midnight adventures around the house as his sleep schedule struggled as much as you did if not even more. At first, you didn't say anything, apologizing and closing your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. However, as the days passed you felt like your were getting lonelier by the hour and evem more responsible for your fiancé's discontent with the situation in your own home, the sleepless night and constant tossing and turning.

“I’m pregnant, Lando. It’s not like I’m enjoying this.”

“Well, I’m not getting any sleep either,” he retorted. “I need to be in top shape during the season. This lack of sleep isn’t helping. No wonder I haven't been able to get anything done for the past week. It's useless.”

His words felt like a slap in the face. Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them. You felt overwhelmed, emotional, and incredibly vulnerable.

“You think I don’t know that?” You choked out. “You think I want to be up all night? I can’t help it! Im supposed to enjoy my pregnancy and relax as much as possible before our baby arrives! In reality, I'm feeling guilty and responsible for both mine and your inability to rest well! ”

Milo, sensing the tension and seeing your tears, started barking at Lando, tugging on the leg of his sweatpants as if to say, “You upset mom! Fix it!”

“Great, now I’ve upset the dog too,” Lando muttered, but his anger was already dissipating, replaced by guilt. He looked at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face, and his heart broke a little.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You grabbed a blanket and headed to the spare bedroom, which was soon to be the baby's room. You moved as quickly as possible, your belly preventing you from moving with your usual pace. The room was quiet, and the rocking chair near one of the windows looked inviting. You opened the window next to you to let some fresh air inside the room. You settled into the fluffy cushions on the chair, pulling the blanket around you. Seconds later, Milo trotted into the room after you. He lifted himself onto his back legs, his front paws supporting his weight against the upholstery of the chair.

You lifted the little man onto your lap, smiling as he snuggled against your belly as if he knew you needed comfort.

''There hasn't been a day during which I've regretted your arrival into our lives, my tiny love." You said as you caressed the soft fur between his floppy ears. Milo's cold nose occasionally bumped against the palm of your hand as he sniffed around.

The tears flowed freely down the cold surface of your face, silent and hot in contrast. You stroked Milo's fur, the rhythmic motion helping to calm you down. The rocking chair creaked softly as you rocked back and forth. The movement seemed to help soothe your loud inner voice that kept producing negative thoughts one after another.

Some time passed, and you weren't sure how long. The door creaked open, and you saw Lando standing there, his expression mixed with regret and sadness.

“Baby, ” he whispered, stepping into the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just…I'm stressed. But that’s no excuse.”

You looked up at him, the tears still glistening in your eyes. “I’m trying, Lando. This isn’t easy for me either.”

He knelt beside the chair, taking your hand in his. “I know, love. I know. I’m an idiot. I should be more understanding. Please come back to bed. You need your sleep. We'll solve this in the morning, okay?”

You nodded, wiping your tears. “Just… don’t forget we’re in this together, okay?”

He leaned in and kissed you, soft and gentle, his lips lingering on yours. “I promise. Come back to bed? We can figure this out together.”

You stood up slowly, Milo jumping down to the floor. Lando wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you back to your bedroom. The bed felt warm and inviting, and as you settled back in, Lando pulled you close as much as your protruding belly allowed him.

Milo jumped onto the bed, curling up at your feet where he usually spent his nights. Lando kissed your forehead, his hand resting on your growing belly.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you” he whispered.

“Goodnight,love you too.” You replied, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you as sleepiness began to take over your tired body.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You woke up feeling a bit more rested, your body still aching, but your heart felt a little lighter.

Lando was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a soft smile. “Good morning,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Morning,” you replied, smiling back. Milo stretched out beside you, having moved up on the bed during the night , now wagging his tail lazily.

“How are you feeling?” Lando asked, concern etched in his eyes.

“Tired, but better,” you admitted. “Thank you for coming to get me last night.”

“I’ll always come for you.” He said, his voice full of sincerity. “We’ll get through this together.”

You spent the morning in bed, talking and laughing, enjoying the calm before the chaos of the day. Milo provided endless entertainment, his antics making you both laugh.

That evening, after a long day of preparing the nursery and spending quality time together, you were exhausted. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the soft surface of the pillow. Lando stayed up a little longer as his mind kept wandering.

He looked over at you, your face serene in sleep, and his heart swelled with love. He gently placed his hand on your belly, feeling the slight movements of your growing baby.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake you. “I know I need to be better for your mom. She’s doing so much already, and I need to support her more. She needs her sleep, and I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

Milo tilted his head, watching Lando with curious eyes before settling back down. Lando chuckled softly, patting Milo’s head.

“We’re a team,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your mom, Milo, and me. We’re going to be a great team, and we’ll always be here for you. I promise to be better.”

He leaned in and kissed your belly, then your forehead, before settling down beside you. Milo snuggled up at your feet, the three of you finally finding a moment of peace.

As you slept, you felt Lando’s hand still resting on your belly, his presence a comforting anchor. The journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but with Lando’s love and support, you felt ready to take on the journey of being a parent.

MASTERLIST

Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[lewisvinga]

masterplan ! | pierre gasly x fem! reader x francisca gomes

summary; pierre and y/n couldn’t stand each other until kika’s masterplan of forcing them to be in the same room

fc; ester exposito

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested !

masterlist !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and others !

francisca.cgomes: dumpppppp

tagged; yourusername, pierregasly

yourusername: KIKAAA😍😍😍

francisca.cgomes: Y/NNNN 😫

yourusername: notice how i’m first, pierregasly ur a loser😂🤣

pierregasly: she’s next to me rn🥱

yourusername: wdym she said ur not home ????? KIKA??? francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes: well!!!

pierregasly: SHES COMING OVER??? francisca.cgomes

username: kika👸👸

username: y/n and pierre😭😭😭😭

username: do pierre and y/n not like each other ?

username: nope never have, which is funny asf considering her and kika have been bffs since they were 5 😭 never knew why they don’t like each other

username: it’s so silly pls

username: kika photo dumps >>>

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and others !

francisca.cgomes: my master planned worked 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

tagged; yourusername, pierregasly

pierregasly: pretty girls

francisca.cgomes: 🥺💓

yourusername: never thought u’d make me giggle but here i am….

pierregasly: 😁 yourusername

yourusername: love u both😞💘

francisca.cgomes: love u smmmmm

pierregasly: awhhh you love me😊

yourusername: don’t push it. 😒 pierregasly

pierregasly: love u too😇 yourusername

username: wait WHATTT

username: they’re all dating now????

username: u guys need a dog???? i can bark

username: RAUFRAUFRAUF

username: OMF TBEHRE DATING?!/@;8/&:

username: now this is a fine ass throuple

alexandrasaintmleux: w the help of alex*

charles_leclerc: AND CHARLES** ALEX AND CHARLES***

francisca.cgomes: w the help of alex & charles 🙄

yourusername: alexandrasaintmleux 💓💓💓💓💓, charles_leclerc ur cool ig

username: waittrt im loving this😫😫

username: oomf is going crazy rn

username: KAOXKQKFALDNSODKA DKIKA AND PIEREK ARE DATING Y/NALKXOSRKS

username: i used to pray for times when y/n and pierre would cooperate, NOW THEY’RE BOTH DATING KIKA??

francisca.cgomes: i make the guys n girls go crazy and fight each other ig😇

yourusername: for the record i’ve known u for longer 😋

pierregasly: U SMELL yourusername

yourusername: KIKA UR BF IS MEAN francisca.cgomes

pierregasly: what happened to OUR bf yourusername 😒😒😒😒

yourusername: that was before you ate my chocolate croissant 🫵🫵🫵 pierregasly

francisca.cgomes: u guys see what i deal with? i’m dating children !

[boolger]

Never getting rid of me - John Price x reader

Hi sinners, so here are some dark!john price x reader thoughts that got out of hand. Yes, inspired by the song ‘never getting rid of me’, both the musical version but also the more creepy version by Egg on Spotify.

Dead dove don’t eat. Read the tags. Mdni. 18+. Tw creepy ass Price, stalking, kidnapping, non-con and dub-con, forced marriage, forced gender role/stereotypes, non-con punishments, loss of virginity, daddy kink, squirting, just….dont read if you’re looking for a sweet fic w John price. There will also be feet kink and scent kink.

Reader is chubby and described as having a pussy and perceived to be a woman by Price. Whether or not the reader actually is this, is up to you, really. besides that, i did my best to keep the description of reader vague. I apologize for any grammatical errors. English is not my first language and i am ttired

Something something dark! Price who sees you randomly at a coffee shop where you serve him awful tea - but it’s okay, pet, because you are the most beautiful and innocent thing Price has ever seen.

Dark!Price who knows it’s best to be sweet at first as to not scare you away - he can’t lose you this early, you’re perfect for his retirement after all, even though that’s far into the future. So despite the bloody awful tea, Price does his best to be a regular at the shop.

He even walks you home afterwards, you just don’t know it. He doesn’t consider it stalking — no no, he is just making sure you come home safe after your shift! Never know what kind of men are out there after all, besides himself of course.

While you’re at work, he breaks into your house early, going through everything throughout a couple of days. After an hour or two (sometimes three if he is feeling cheeky) he leaves, going to the shop to see you. He has time off before the next mission, what else is he supposed to do?

And is that a diary? Oh my, how convenient for Price, he needs to know his sweetheart's thoughts after all. And boy, does he learn a lot of fun things in that little book of yours

He becomes obsessed with very specific things in the following days — the way you write the letter J and P. The way you organize the fridge, the way your socks and underwear smells - so sweet, so perfect. All you. He liked how you read a lot of romance, how you always drank dr. Pepper every Friday evening. 

Okay, so you might prefer coffee, but don’t worry, Price knows he can fix that! You just need to taste actual tea, good tea, not the dog piss he drinks at the coffee shop almost every day by now.

He pulls a few strings and gets access to all of your electronics and oh isn’t it fun to see what you do on your phone every day, what music he needs to get on CD, because a silly lass like you can’t be trusted to have a phone when you get together in the future, can you? Not at first at least, maybe you can earn back the right with time.

Dark!Price loves seeing what kind of porn you watch. Loves seeing what your search words are, whether it’s kinky or not.

Especially after reading in your diary that you are a virgin! It has him frothing at his mouth, the urge to take you instantly, overwhelmingly strong when he sees the words for the first time.

Of course he always makes sure to put everything back in the exact same spot and way as he found it. Can’t have you stop writing in your sweet diary, it’s his favorite book already!

The first mission he goes on is awful. Sure everything goes smoothly and even though he has installed hidden cameras all over your apartment, it isn’t the same as being there.

Dark!Price who proudly shows you off to his team - the boys need to see who their captain is in love with after all. And he trusts his men, knows that they’re just as fucked up as him — they coo at the sight of you, of the few photos he has dared to take of you while you slept. Not his fault that you live in an apartment that is embarrassingly easy to break into, is it, pet? 

Dark!Price who feels so proud as his men drool over your soft curves, talking about your tits and ass and when Price mentions that you’re untouched, he is pretty sure Soap and Gaz almost come in their pants. Possibly Simon too, Price knows him, but he pretends he isn't as affected by the words - As if Price can’t see the man’s erection in his pants.

He gets everything ready, his little house in the middle of nowhere gets fixed up. He always imagined he would move into the house much later, when he actually retired but he can’t wait that long to have you. He loves the idea of having his missus all ready for him whenever he returns from work. All his. He would never let you go, you would always be his. He would take care of you forever - he already imagined bringing you to his mom, bless her. Old and sick, but you would charm her, he is sure.

Price who asks you out after two months of coming regularly to the coffee shop, putting on his best charming smile - and of course you, his future bride, says yes! All shyly, barely able to look him in the eyes, but there is a jump to your step afterwards and you’re grinning like you won the lottery.

Price, who is the perfect gentleman at the date, he takes you out somewhere nice, pays for everything despite your protests, soaks in all of your attention, who loves every second he spends with you. He is ready to declare his love for you at the end of the night but he knows it’s too early. He doesn’t try to kiss you, doesn’t even imply he wants to get in your knickers, despite his strong urge to do so. No, no need to scare you away.

so imagine Dark! Price’s reaction to seeing your diary entry the day afterwards - you describe him as too sweet, unsure if you’re ready for a relationship - almost upsets him, until the last line. He would probably be a nice person to lose my virginity to. That’s as good as a love confession to him! A bloody proposal almost and despite not having planned to move things along this quickly, well he has to, doesn’t he?

It’s embarrassingly easy to kidnap you together Gaz. He just happens to drive by you on your way home after a long shift, and saying “want a lift, sweetheart?” is all it takes.

Gaz who was hidden in the backseat and the moment the doors closes and locks, he sits up and uses one of those fancy syringes to stab you. Don’t make a fuss, don’t be silly, birdie, it’s all good! Just take a nap, eh? 

Nikolai and the rest of the team are almost finished packing up your things - they’ve been at it all day after all, dark!Price has personally packed the most important parts of your home, like that nice diary of yours, sextoys and underwear and all those nice photo albums you have. Nothing is getting left behind! You need to feel at home at his house after all. The boys almost deserve to have their fun with you at some point in the future.

He is there when you wake up, smiling happily at you, as you groggily take in the basement you’re currently in; See how some of your furniture is down there, the nice green color he painted the walls, how it’s your own lampshade hanging from the ceiling. He lets you take in the wedding dress hanging proudly in front of the wardrobe, the little bathroom not too far from you - the cameras that hang everywhere, not even attempting to be discreet. He has to make sure you’re behaving after all.

Dark!Price who gets incredibly turned on when you realize you’re wearing a metal collar and chained to the wall - the way your eyes widens and how confusion visibly changes into fear. Like a little prey releasing they’re in a trap - and unable to get out.

he is extremely proud over how he doesn’t take you right then and there, despite how much he wants too.

Oh how adorable your attempts at attacking him are! Even though you’re still groggy from those nasty sedatives, you hit his chest and try to claw at him. Screaming and crying, throwing a proper tantrum! He can’t help but laugh as you threaten him. “sure you’ll go to the police, pet” he agrees while he easily catches your fist that was aiming for his nose, “but no I’m not letting you go.”

you scream bloody murder, as if he has done you anything. Ridiculous. But Price patiently (and easily) fights you off all day. Teasing back, pointing out that it’s not that bad down here, trying to explain that the two of you are going to be together forever.

Price who lets you run out of energy that first day, until you’re a sobbing mess - gathering you into his arms, promising you that he is never gonna leave you, that you’re never getting rid of him. Not like all those other people in your life, no don’t worry, princess! Price will be your daddy, he will make sure you have everything you need! You’re not even going to work at that lousy job anymore, pet, don’t worry, he already quit it for you. 

Dark! Price, who is all sweet and gentle as he comforts you, kissing your forehead and temple, muttering about how silly you are - that he understands that you might feel a little overwhelmed - but look at how pretty your wedding dress is, sweetheart! All in the different sizes as well, don’t worry, he has taken your measurements and bra sizes and everything, his missus doesn't have to worry about anything. He saw your Pinterest boards, Gaz and Soap showed him how the website works, and saw all the different dresses you had dreamt of. Isn’t this perfect? Just for you!!

Dark! Price who doesn’t outright admit to having read your diary, breaking in or stalking you, despite all those accusations of yours… no no, he didn’t he just … got ready for the two of you to be together - but of course he knows so much about you sweetheart, he has seen the daddy kink porn you watch regularly, yeah he knows you’re a virgin. No no, he won’t rape you, what’s that all about? No, you’re saving your virginity to marriage, you’re a good girl - the two of you can wait another week, that’s nothing.

and after everything, how nice he has been and how he has sat everything up in the basement you’re still angry with him? Don’t be absurd, sweetheart, you would come around soon - you were going to be his missus after all, what kind of wife would you be if you didn’t want to talk to him?

Something something, he ends up pushing you to the floor, holding your hands down as he takes his time to properly smell you. Your pussy, over your clothes, don’t worry - your armpits. Grabs your ankle and sniffs your foot too. Sweet all over!

dark! Price who loses control of his anger when you throw the entire tray of breakfast that he made for you, at him. The tea is not too hot because of the milk, but still. You made a mess and that isn’t nice. He takes you over his knee for that, slapping your arse and upper thighs sore, leaves you an absolute mess. He apologizes afterwards of course, not really because he feels bad about it, but because you made him do that. He has to make sure you understand that there are consequences for your actions! 

Dark!Price who keeps you downstairs in that little basement of his, while you get your worst fits over with. He expected these, you’re a strong woman after all, you just need to understand that the two of you are meant for each other. Next week the boys will swing by and they’ll be witnesses as the two of you get married - isn’t that grand?

No, the shop won’t be looking for you, bird, don’t worry about that! You already quit immediately - had to move home for a family emergency, but you were very sorry about it. You already terminated your apartment lease too, moved out already! Pesky family emergency again, innit? No no don’t cry pet, Price knows you don’t have any family you’re close with, it’s okay. Nobody is hurt! All is good! You’re just being silly, you don’t know how good all of this will be for you. How you will be a perfect missus!

He will threaten and hurt you all week, but not touch that sweet pussy of yours - grope you? Sure, but nothing more than that. You’re not married yet after all. 

Price who sweetly explains that he knows you love him, even if you can’t say it out loud yet! That’s alright, sweet pet, you will be able to soon!

Dark! Price who happily makes it clear to you that making any kind of fuss at the town hall and they will kill everyone. You won’t have to wear the beautiful dress at the town hall, no, Price got you something much more simple, they don’t deserve to see you at your most beautiful - it will be quick anyways, don’t worry sweetheart. Just sign the papers. No fuss, remember? No protest - look, all the boys dressed up nicely in suits - and look! They’re all armed as well. Would be a bloody shame if you were guilty of getting so many people killed, wouldn’t it?

dark! Price who kisses you for the first time after you sign the papers, who almost wants to lick off the tears rolling down your cheeks as the workers of the town hall coos, thinking you’re crying from happiness. And you are, but you’re also a little overwhelmed, aren’t you, pet? Better get you home again.

dark!price who dresses you up at home, forcing you to swirl in your dress in front of his men, Nikolai and Laswell. All of them ignore your attempts at asking for help and you’re a quick learner - you figure out that they’re not going to help you after a few attempts. You’re his girl, his sweet missus, and you’re handcuffed as you sit on his lap during their dinner at home, being fed all the nicely made dinner from a fancy restaurant. You don’t even throw a fuss as you eat all together, so you’re rewarded with some champagne and wine. Good tasting, aren’t they?

Dark!Price who grins as he sends his guests on their merry way, while you begin to cry again, begging to not be left alone with him - aw, you’re so sweet when you’re getting nervous. Is the wine getting to your head?

Dark! Price who throws you over his shoulder then, not bringing you down to the basement but instead into your new shared bedroom. Laying you down on the bed, taking in the sight of you like this. In your wedding dress, surrounded by rose petals, painted all warm colors by the sunset. Cooing at you as you hiccup and cry and hide your face behind your hands, saying you don’t want to. Don’t worry, he will be nice! All gentle for you, pet, it will feel good!

Dark!Price who cuffs you to the bed, pushing up that nice dress of yours to expose your bottom half. Looking at the pretty lace he forced you into earlier, praising you for how beautiful you look! He kisses your thighs, keeping your legs open with his strong hands, taking his time. Finally the two of you are married. You’re going to be his in every way now! With a ring on your finger, a new name — losing your innocence to your husband.

Dark! Price who eats you, Mrs. Price, out all lovingly, enjoying the sounds that escape you against your will. Loving your taste, loving the way your legs shake, the way you cry as he ducks on your clit. He makes you come on his tongue and then fingers, and you’re perfect! Squirting for him! He is lapping up the sweetness that pours from you! See, he will make it feel good for you. He even frees your hands. 

Dark! Price who shushes your cries as he pushes his fat cock into your hole, ruining your sweet pussy for everybody else; he can feel how wet you are for him, croons at how good your cunt feels. How daddy will take care of you, just breathe. Yeah, just like that, c’mon princess, look down to see how the two of you are connected! He pushes in the last couple of inches the moment you look down, taking in your cry with pride, drowning in pleasure and ownership.

You’re so wet and warm around his big cock, he couldn’t help himself, lass! His perfect wife with a perfect cunt, feels so good - he is going to fill you up, don’t worry, but not until he has made you come again and again.

dark!Price who whispers “i know I know, pet,” as you whimper over how it feels weird, how it hurts because his cock is so big. Who drinks in the sight of you as he licks two fingers before slipping them in between the two of you, gently rubbing at your clit and oh, that feels nice, doesn’t it?

Dark! Price who finally begins to fuck you then - no, he isn’t fucking you, he is making love to you. The first round is all sweet and gentle, he is claiming you, taking his time. Covering you in kisses as he rolls his hips, touching all those soft places of yours. He wants to run his tongue over those stretch marks, wants to fuck his cock in between those two breasts of yours. But for now he fucks you as you deserve, enjoying your little moans and whines that grows stronger and louder, the way your body shakes and the way you grab onto his shoulder and back. How those sweet nails of yours digs into his skin.

Dark! Price who makes you come twice, cooing in your ear about how you wanted it after all, how you’re his wife forever now - before he comes himself, hot cum shooting deep inside of you.

The second round isn’t as gentle in any way - it’s after twenty minutes of holding and kissing you, cuddling you and declaring his love, that he takes you again. He fucks you, properly. He makes the bed rock as he fucks into you, making you scream and trash, before surprising the both of you by squirting again. 

Dark! Price who almost fucks you the entire night - yeah, he might have taken some viagra, but he honestly wouldn’t even have needed it, because you naked in front of him is enough. Wedding dress ripped to shreds, cum all over it and over you. You’re fucked from behind, then in a mating press. You pass out during the last round, much to his amusement! Sweet missus, all tired, eh? That’s okay, the two of you got the rest of your lives together - forever and ever, because you’re never getting rid of Price. Never.

[awearywritersworld]

the three times gojo thinks he might be in love and the time he knows for sure

gojo satoru x reader summary: title says it all w/c: 1k tags/warnings: ft baby megumi. fluff, then some more fluff. gumi refers to reader as mom. one curse word. brief reference to canon typical violence. a/n: i am ridiculously soft for this man. he needs a hug masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

the first time it happens, it's the dead of winter and you're both still teenagers. it's the year before the star plasma vessel mission, when everything in gojo's life feels like it's falling into place. he has friends, real friends, for the first time in his life.

you drag him, kicking and screaming (it's all for show, he'd go anywhere with you), out to a snow covered field. you innocently beg him to turn off limitless, and of course he acquiesces, only to be pelted in the face with a snowball.

he throws himself into the snow upon impact, arms flailing dramatically. "i'm dead! you've killed me!"

you join him on the ground, arms out stretched and nudging the fabric of his coat. "hm, then i guess i'll have to drink all the hot chocolate by myself-"

"i have returned to the living realm!!" he shouts, shooting up into a sitting position. "had to fight god for it, told 'im i couldn't bear to leave my (y/n)-chan!"

"oh, you are so full of shit," you accuse with an amused smile.

you gaze at one another as the snow falls around you silently, both somehow feeling warm despite the frigidness of the air. his glasses have slipped down his nose, giving you a glimpse at his eyes. you're thinking about how the flakes blend in with his lashes before melting away entirely. he's thinking that he might be in love with you.

~~~

some time passes before the second instance, which takes place in the spring. gojo makes his way around campus, looking for wherever you and megumi ran off to. the small boy has been attached to your hip ever since gojo brought him home two years ago.

when he finds you, you're both splayed out in the grass and pointing up at the clouds.

"that one looks like a dog!" megumi exclaims excitedly.

"and that one looks like it might be his ball, don't you think?" you question. he agrees wholeheartedly with an enthusiastic nod.

after awhile, megumi sits up, rubbing at his eyes. "can we go inside now, mom?"

there's a split second he doesn't realize what he's said, but when it dawns on him, he looks down right scared. "'m sorry!"

your features soften and your heart soars before you're gathering him up in your arms.

"oh, my sweet boy," you coo.

rocking him back and forth, you hold him for a few passing moments. he hides his face in your chest, his hands gripping onto your shirt as if it's his life line.

you pull away just enough to see his face. you'd do anything to stop the tears swimming in his eyes, just like any mother would. "you can call me whatever you like 'gumi."

"p-promise?"

"yup!" you assure, bopping his nose with your pointer finger. it earns a small giggle.

gojo watches as you rise from the ground, megumi's head now resting on your shoulder and his arms around your neck. you're humming as you walk back toward the buildings.

gojo's legs are like lead and his heart feels as if it's shifted up into his throat. for the first time, he thinks about getting married, about having a family. your face is at the forefront of every image that forces itself into his mind.

~~~

the third time happens in the dead of night. megumi is asleep and the two of you decide to watch a movie, but you're yawning before he even presses play.

you sit so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiate from his body and although you fight to keep your eyes open, you can't help but be lulled to sleep.

he tenses for a moment when your head lands squarely on his shoulder. it seems as if you're both frozen, but then you let out a soft snore as your body shifts and your hand moves to his stomach. he finally relaxes.

your hair had fallen across your face and he pushes it back behind your ear so that he can see you. he tries to ignore the urge to brush his fingers across your cheekbone, or over your bottom lip. he fails.

gojo remains still for hours, and it feels strange to the usually hyperactive man, but he's terrified of disturbing you. terrified that you'll pull away from him and he'll never get to feel like this again.

he lets that stupid movie play through twice, but he spends most of the time stealing glances at you. he does eventually turn the tv off and the only sounds that remain are the trill of summer crickets outside his window and your soft, slow breaths.

he has no idea what time it is when he falls asleep, but when he finally does, he dreams about that day in the snow.

~~~

leaves fall at your feet as the two of you make your way down the sidewalk. every now and then, your fingers brush against his and it makes his heart skip a beat. he wonders (hopes?) if anyone has mistaken you for a couple.

you come across a familiar mansion, one that the two of you exorcised together as teenagers. it feels like a lifetime ago. you stop at the gate, a bronze glint on the ground catching your eye.

crouching down, you brush away shades of orange and red to reveal a memorial for all the people who had died on the once cursed property.

"for the lives that were taken here, and for the lost soul who took them... may they rest now in the afterlife."

gojo scrunches his nose, about to make some comment about how pitiful it was to commemorate a cursed spirit, but the words die in his throat when you look up at him with watery eyes.

"this is so beautiful," you remark, turning back to the engraved words.

he shoves his hands in his pockets, peering down to read over the words once more. maybe he'd missed something?

"this community was so fearful, remember? people lost friends and family here." he nods even though you aren't looking at him, watching how your fingertips move across the words as if you're considering them further. "the spirit scared them and it stole from them, but they still regard it with sympathy and kindness.. it takes strength to do that, you know?"

he feels his chest tighten as he registers your words. for a fleeting instance, he feels like an asshole for ever finding it pitiful, but that was the thing. you have such an easy way about you, a sort of gentleness he had yet to find in anyone else. the time he spends in your company seems like the only respite he ever gets from the horrors of the world.

he hasn't answered you yet, so you look back to him expectantly. "don't you think it's beautiful, 'toru?"

god, he could fall to his knees right then and there. he could roll over and die on the chilly concrete and he'd consider it a privilege to have died by your side.

i love you. i love you. i love you. those are the only three words his brain can muster.

"yeah," he finally chokes out. "it really is."

[euniexenoblade]

Force Puppification - transfem smut story

Hi everyone! This was a story that just popped in my head randomly and I typed it out in just a couple of hours. So be nice to it, I'm giving you free smut after all! The title describes it perfectly, someone is getting forced to be a puppy.

That said, this one does have some trigger warnings. Kidnapping, cnc, humiliation, it's gonna be kinda mean. But, I know some of you will love it. Story under the cut to help with length.

“Ughh, what happened” Belle stirred awake. She had been out drinking with friends and suddenly blacked out. Blinking multiple times until her eyes started to focus right, she could see she was in some kind of dark warehouse room, sitting in a folding chair. “Hellooo!” She yells into the darkness, her ears perking up on top of her head as all she heard was her echo. She stands up, but nearly loses her balance, using the chair to hold her up, her dress tight around her legs, making it hard for her to walk.

She looked around the room more, there was nothing to really see, just a dark room. That is until she looked behind her....there was a big window with light shining in, the only place in the room lit up by light. In the light, she could see a person standing there with arms crossed. She couldn’t make out many characteristics of the person, but it all scared Belle, causing the fur on her tail to poof up. “W-who are you?!”

The person left the light and walked through the darkness towards Belle, making her heart race in fear. “The question that matters,” the person replied, “is who are you?” The person now right in front of Belle, she could tell this person was a human. Skin with little hair, except for the long hair tied up in a pony tail, she was in long black pants and a dark green tank top, she was taller than Belle, bigger than Belle in general.

“What is this place?! What am I doing here?!” Belle shouted in her face.

“It's your new home, pup.” the woman said.

“P-pup?! HOW DARE YOU!! I AM NO DOG!! I am Belle Nyaavaro of the Nyaavaro family, my family has enough money to make you disappear and you DARE call me a dog?!”

The woman laughs. “You have no idea what predicament you’re in, do you? Threatening to make me disappear when I’m the one who kidnapped you?”

Belle was taken aback. “K-kidnapped.”

“Mhmm, it’s so easy to kidnap drunken, rich brats. They’re spoiled rotten and never pay attention to their surroundings.”

“Wh-what?? K-kidnapped??”

“You see, I raise dogs, it’s what I do for a living. But I just sold the last dog I had, so it's time to start training a new one. So, now it's time for me to train you to be a good dog.”

“I’m not just some kind of run-of-the-mill dog!! I’m an intelligent Cat Woman!! I am Belle Nyaavarro! How dare you”

“Bark.”

“EXCUSE ME??? I DO NOT BARK. I DO NOT MAKE DUMB NOISES, I AM BELLE NYA-”

Without waiting for her to finish, the kidnapper reached out and grabbed Belle by the hair. Belle flung her arm, breaking the kidnapper’s grip, and then tried to hit the kidnapper. The kidnapper grabbed Belle by the wrist of her arm while it was midair, then twisted Belle’s arm behind her back and shoving Belle to the ground. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” Belle shouts.

“That was too easy, usually this is much harder. You really are pathetic.”

Belle’s face being pushed into the cold concrete floor, she starts to flail, but it’s no use as the kidnapper grabs her other wrist and starts tying Belle’s hands together. “Let go! Let go! Let me gooo!” Belle shouts. With her hands bound, the kidnapper uses her free hands to pull out a knife, which she puts at the back of the neck and starts to tear the dress apart. “NO! NO! DON’T! THIS WAS SO EXPENSIVE!” The kidnapper doesn't listen, she just cuts the dress apart all the way down.

“No. I need to train you to be a proper dog. Dogs in training don’t get clothes.”

“I’M NOT A DOG!! I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Belle continues to flail on the floor, not realizing the kidnapper wasn’t even on her anymore, her arms now bound, her body naked, she can feel the cold air start to touch her nipples and crotch. The kidnapper laughs at her.

Needing a new tool, the kidnapper decides to walk to the other side of the room, leaving Belle alone to writhe on the floor. But, Belle looks up at the kidnapper and watches as she starts to walk away, towards the lit side of the room again. Belle struggles to her feet. Despite her hands being bound, her body being naked, she still go to her feet and she ran at the kidnapper, intending to headbutt her. “Wow, you’re stupid.” The kidnapper moves, and trips Belle, causing her to crash into the cold, hard floor.

“Owiiieee” Belle lays there feeling pain in her shoulder and head. With no hands to brace her fall, she took the full hit to her body.

The kidnapper, having retrieved a bag she had left on that side of the room, returns to Bell and stands over her. Belle, face down on the floor, starts to cry from the pain of her fall. “Wahhhh let me goooo!! This isn’t fairrr!! This isn’t supposed to happen to meeee!!! Wahhhhh!!” While Belle cries, the kidnapper takes a ball gag she got from the backpack, the kidnapper gets the ball in Belle’s mouth while it’s wide open from crying.

“!!!!” Belle, now aware what’s happening tries to fight, but she was too late to notice and it’s already buckled behind her hair.

“The less noise from you the better.” Belle continues to flail as the kidnapper grabs yet another tool form her bag. “Sadly, a ball gag isn’t very doggy, is it? So, to help you get in the role, I also brought this.” Belle looks up and sees the kidnapper holding a muzzle. Belle tries to yell no, but all she can manage are muffled noises. The kidnapper laughs and with ease gets the muzzle over Belle’s gagged mouth, buckling it just above the straps of the gag.

“Now, to put you in your bedroom.” The kidnapper balls her fist up with Belle’s hair and starts to drag her body. Belle, in pain, tries to yell “Ow! Ow!” and “Stop!” but all she can do is make muffled “Mm!” sounds. She’s being dragged by the kidnapper, face down, her upper body barely off the ground, she can feel her nipples drag on the cold floor. Belle finally puts her knees on the ground, and does a half attempt to crawl with the kidnapper as to relieve some of the tension. On the other side of the room is a kennel. A cage. Meant for a dog. Door wide open. The kidnapper drops Belle in front of it, who falls to the floor. Without waiting for her protest, the kidnapper kicks Belle’s right in the butt, the boot being enough pressure to shove Belle into the cage. With this, the kidnapper locks the door of the cage and walks away.

Belle tries to stand up, only to whack her head on the top of the cage. The cage is too small for that, she has to stay on her knees. Hands still bound, she turns her body the best she can in the tiny cage to face the door, she couldn’t see the kidnapper. She couldn’t see anything. It was a dark room with light coming through a window on the other side. She was trapped here. She had no way out. Belle curls up in the kennel and falls asleep.

----

“Food time!”

Belle stirs awake as the kidnapper opens her kennel door. Right outside of it, on the floor, was a dog bowl of kibble. Belle was disgusted. She ate the finest meals off of plates with silverware at a table older than she was, she’s not some common pet. She tried to protest, only making “Mm! Mm! Mm!” sounds around her gag.

“Look at you, so excited for your dog food!”

Belle tried to protest more, only causing more muffled sounds, and now slobber dripping from her ball gag.

“Aww, you're slobbering all over, just like a dog!”

Belle tries to throw a fit, but the gag and the bindings prevent her. The kidnapper shrugs, “If you’re not ready to eat, you can just stay in there.” She leans down and locks the kennel door again, pushing Belle back in along the way. She picks up the bowl of kibble and leaves, once again leaving Belle alone in the dark room.

Belle hates this. Loathes this. Her body is feeling cramped and achy, she can’t stay in this cage. But, her own pride kept her locked in there. And now, her stomach is starting to growl…..

----

“Food time!”

The kennel door opens again, waking Belle from her slumber. Her whole body hurts, her shoulders and her back especially feel jammed and needing to stretch. She hasn’t been able to stand in…. "Wait, how long has it been?” She thinks to herself. She no longer remembers. All she can remember is an eternity in this dog kennel, muzzled, and being hungry.

And then she starts to feel that pain. The hunger pains hit her hard. She can barely bring herself to her knees as she tries to crawl out of the kennel.

“Are you going to eat your kibble today?”

Belle shudders at the idea, but her empty stomach wins over her pride. With big watery eyes she looks up at her kidnapper and nods yes.

“Good!”

The kidnapper laps a bowl of kibble on the ground, and then slowly unbuckles the muzzle. Belle longs for it and the gag to be removed, the straps have dug into the sides of her face, making her jaw ache. The kidnapper then begins to unbuckle the ball gag, but she does it so slowly that Belle can feel her impatience grow. “She’s testing me,” she thinks to herself, “I won’t give in. I won’t freak out.”

Soon, the gag is removed, and Belle is treated to the smell of her own spit and the ball is pulled away, strands of saliva still connecting her to it.

“Now, eat.”

Belle leans down, still on her knees, and plunges her face into the dog food, taking the dry kibble into her mouth using her lips and tongue. Chewing it is the worst, it’s hard, dry, and there’s no real flavor, but Belle eats as much of it as she can, she’s so hungry.

“Aww, good puppy!”

“I’M NOT A-”

Belle doesn’t get to finish her protest, the kidnapper has grabbed her by the hair again. “Now, now, don’t be like that! You were just starting to behave!” The kidnapper pushes Belle’s head against her thigh, against her cock. Belle blushes and gets embarrassed, she’s always been very shy with sexual things.

“Do you want to taste it, puppy?” She’s taunting Belle and Belle knows it. Belle doesn’t reply, she just lets her face rest there. The kidnapper doesn’t wait for a response though, as she starts to undo her belt and unbutton her pants. Belle knows what’s coming, but acts oblivious, she doesn’t want to give the kidnapper any emotions to punish her for.

The kidnapper brings her cock out and lets it hang in front of Belle’s face. Belle can smell it, all the sweat, all the musk, all the work this woman has put in is right there on her fragrant cock, she clearly hasn’t bathed since getting her hands on Belle. “What are you waiting for? Suck it.” Belle has no energy to argue or fight back, she just does as she’s told. With her arms still bound behind her back, Belle leans forwards and starts to kiss and lick the kidnapper’s cock. “Mm, good start.” The kidnapper says. “Now put it in.” Belle does as told, putting the head of the kidnapper’s cock into her mouth, she starts to lightly suck and lick the head while keeping it in her mouth. Her kidnapper moans and puts her hands on Belle’s head, giving her head scratches as she does her job. Belle enjoys this, it’s the only bits of pleasure she’s felt this whole time.

As Belle begins to actually start to enjoy what she’s doing, the kidnapper grips Belle’s head and shoves her cock as far down Belle’s throat as she can. Belle can’t stand it, it’s too much, her throat is too full. “Mmm! Mmm!! Mmmf!” Belle tries to protest, but the kidnapper just keeps her cock there.

“You throat feels so good puppy! You should feel proud!” The kidnapper finally retracts her cock, but not for long, thrusting it back in soon after. Belle’s jaw and throat start to ache as her kidnapper now starts to fuck her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, throat full, throat empty, throat full, throat empty, Belle is used like she’s a toy and can’t stop it. “Mmm, I’m going to cum puppy!” The kidnapper shoves her cock as far into Belle’s throat as she can and holds it there again, and she starts to shoot her cum directly into Belle’s throat. The kidnapper lightly starts to thrust again, just to get everything out, and pulls her cock out of Belle’s mouth, a strand of cum or saliva connecting them still.

An exhausted Belle falls and lays on her side, breathing heavy. The kidnapper chuckles, “You’re such a good dog.”

“I’M NOT A DOG!” Belle explodes, her anger no longer under control. “I AM NOT SOME LOWLY CREATURE, I AM SO MUCH BETTER THAN A DOG OR EVEN YOU!! I’M A CAT WOMAN!”

THWAK!

Belle cries out in pain as something hits her backside. She looks up at the kidnapper and sees that the kidnapper retrieved a riding crop at some point. The kidnapper walks closer to Belle, raises her arm, and brings the crop back down on Belle’s ass.

“OW!! STOP!!”

“Bark.”

“NO! I AM NOT A DOG!”

The kidnapper steps on the side of the cat’s face, Belle feeling the grooves of the boot on her face. “You will bark for me. Or else.” the kidnapper demanded.

“I WILL NOT! I am a proud cat woman of the Nyaavaro family, and nothing you do can make me-” Belle’s statement never finished as the kidnapper smacked her on the butt again. Belle cries in anguish as she feels the searing pain on her ass. She tries to move, tries to get the boot off her face, but with her hands bound behind her back it does nothing as the kidnapper raises her arm and smacks again. Belle’s lower body starts to twist and writhe in pain.

“How about now, puppy? Will you bark for me?”

“N-no! P-please!” The kidnapper pushes her boot into Belle’s face harder and swings again. Tears started to stream down Belle’s face, “Ow ow ow please stop please please!”

“Bark.”

Belle’s body writhed in pain as she choked out “but I’m a c-cat I can’t b-bark.” The kidnapper smacks Belle’s ass again. And again. She just keeps going.

“Are you going to bark?”

Belle starts to cry loudly.

The kidnapper raises her arm again, about to swing again, when finally, “Mrruff.” The kidnapper’s crop stops inches from the dog as it began to make noise.

“Again. Bark.”

“Mrrow…..mrruffff”

“Louder, mutt.”

“Mruff!!”

“Good puppy,” the boot was removed from the dog’s face. It could see the kidnapper reaching down, causing it to cower and close its eyes, bracing to be hit. But instead, it was met with a gentle touch to the head, it was being pet. “Goooood puppy. Doesn’t it feel good to accept what you are? Doesn’t it feel good to be a dog?”

Tears flooded out of the dog’s eyes, “Mrufff! Mruff!!” Words had been kicked out of it, it could only do its abomination of a bark, but the kidnapper didn’t mind. Now scratching behind its ears, the kidnapper was showing the dog love, more love than its known for weeks. Perhaps more love than its ever known. When was the last time Belle was pet? When was the last time Belle was cared for? She couldn’t remember. But dog could remember. It was right here, right now.

The dog moved its head, driving specific places it wanted pet into the kidnapper’s hand. The kidnapper giggled, and with two hands gave the dog what it wanted, lots of head scratches. The dog was so happy to feel this pleasure, it consumed it, overwhelmed with joy, the dog let it’s feelings be known. “Mruff! Mruff!”

The kidnapper undid the rope binding the dog’s wrists together. “Up.” The kidnapper demanded. The dog got on it’s hands and knees looking up at the kidnapper. “Good puppy.” The dog gave a huge smile. “Starting today, you’re a dog. You were never a cat. You were never part of an influential cat family. You are a dog. My dog. No name. No gender. You only speak when I tell you to. Understand?”

The dog nods, not speaking a word.

“Good, now then, I have a gift for you.” The owner walks to the other side of the room, removing something from the backpack one again. In the owner’s hands was a collar, black with purple bone shapes, a tag with a phone number dangling off of it. The dog’s eyes went wide. “This is yours now. This is your identity now. You are a dog, my dog, and this is your collar. Nothing else matters in your life.” The dog nodded its head.

And, as the owner started to wrap the collar around the dog’s neck, as the owner started to lock it in place, the dog felt such an intense comfort, and it was finally happy.