#border collie familiar

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ARC | The Tea Witch's Promise by Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tape

The Tea Witch’s PromisePurple Oak Oasis #1Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tapefantasy, cozy, romance, light romancee-ARC Falling for her brother’s best friend was never part of Katie’s plan.Tea witch Brew has always had a thing for his best friend’s sister, but the alliance between their families has always held him back from acting on it. But now things are changing, and it’s becoming impossible for…

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[imalayla]

No one ever tells you that owning a whippet is like having a sad little ghost following you around. You can rest assured that, at any given moment, you have this going on behind you:

[bunnyinvanilla]

when sugar daddy!john price finds out about the little furry friend you’ve taken it while he’s been on deployment…

you’ve been looking forward to your daily — nightly — call from john all day, now that hes been back on deployment. And you’re not alone, your new fluffy friend can practically feel the excitement and happiness swirling in the air, and is now wagging his tail contently, nudging his humid nose against your lap.

“hello?” your sweet voice rings like a mellifluous, honeyed waterfall, the first sugary and pleasant sound that john has heard in days. “sir?”

“doll,” his own voice is a deep, warm and low note, rough and husky, it makes you blush and squirm even from a large distance. “hi princess”

“hi, daddy!” it’s exactly when he hears the pure joy in your voice that he’s reminded of why he’s still fighting to protect that country — he’s been a soldier his entire life, a roughened and hardened captain, fearsome and grouchy, who loves working in the military, but ever since meeting you, hes found a reason for wanting to come back, someone to come back to.

“how are you sir?” you crouch and rub your free hand on top of Oreo’s soft, almost plush fur, scratching behind his ear just like you’ve learned he likes so much. “I miss you so much daddy,”

“daddy’s fine, love, just headed back to my private quarters, how’s my precious girl doing?”

you hear the faint sound of fabric rustling on the background, the metallic jingle of a belt being unbuckled is familiar to your ears, and makes you flush, warm and red skin pressed against the phone. “im alright, i went to the bookstore with my friend this morning, and finally tried the new starbucks collection,”

he coos at you, still listening attentively, and you wonder if he’s done getting changed, his uniform tidily folded on his mattress. “that’s good, angel, any problem with the bar?”

you feel Oreo stand up on his paws and snuggle up against your lap, the scent of his soap filling your nostrils an making you smile, still petting his head and back “no, I’ve met some local regulars and they were wondering when you’d open again, are the boys okay? do they miss me?”

his deep, warm chuckle makes you blush more, you just love how velvety his voice sounds “yeah doll, keep asking me how my missus’s doing-“

“woof!”

you widen your eyes and remain still, looking down at Oreo who’s basically demanding more pats — you gesture to him to remain quiet, bringing a single finger to your lips.

but john, able to recognize the tiniest shift in ambience and air, practically made to catch any movement and sound, gruffs in your ear

“…who’s that?”

you freeze, pressing your lips together, still petting Oreo that now titled his head, as if understanding where the conversation will inevitably head to…

“no one, ‘s just my friend, daddy” you mentally pray that you’re sounding convincing, knowing well you can’t — and don’t want to — lie.

a few seconds of silence pass between you and price, before you hear the gruff rumble of his voice, somehow tinted with a suspicious tone and becoming even lower. “…your friend barks?”

“no, he’s uhm…he’s just, happy” you try to bite down a worried smile, nibbling on your lip, but Oreo doesn’t show the tiniest concern over your worry, simply wagging his tail and rubbing himself against you — maybe he doesn’t realize that his daddy is on the other side on the phone, or maybe he does and is eager to let his presence be known.

“doll.” the warning in his rough, low tone would’ve made you shiver in a pleasant way any other moment, but now, it only makes you lift your shoulders against your light neck, faking obliviousness — you understand now why his soldiers always straighten their backs in fear when he speaks with that tone.

“mmmhh, yes, daddy?”

“woof!”

“shh, Oreo!” you whisper to the border collie, but it sounds like a yell to john, who’s now sitting down, a large hand scratching his beard and ruffling his hair tiredly, a heavy sigh stuck on his throat.

he clenches his jaw, the muscles shifting his facial hair before his mumbles something quietly, hand now pressed against his forehead.

you did it, you’ve taken a stray home, to his home, and he’s coming back tomorrow.

part 2 coming soon🍓

[whimsicalpolitical]

Drunk business - Matty Healy x Reader

matty and you only get together when one of you is drunk

a/n: maybe a little series is going to happen? if you want

content warning: 18+ mdni, smut, alcohol, p in v, oral (f receiving)

Around midnight Matty went into the pub with his mates only a few streets from where you live so you figured he’s going to come over eventually.

By 3am you are finally starting to wind down, your eyes heavy as you sink into bed. Just as you are on the edge of sleep, your phone lights up, vibrating non-stop. One text after another from Matty floods your screen, pulling you back from the brink of sleep.

darling xxxxxx

are you awake??

can I come over ?

know it’s late x sorry

Before you can even register what his messages are saying, your phone starts to ring. Matty’s name flashes on the screen, and you groan out loud, swiping to answer.

"Matty, what?" you ask, rubbing your temple.

"Hi," he slurs. Of course, he is drunk.

"What do you want?" you ask, already tired of this conversation.

"You," he replies, his voice thick with alcohol.

"Oh, Jesus." You sigh, trying to push the irritation out of your tone. "Matty, it's 3 am. Go home."

"But I'm all alone, love. Can I come over?" he ask, the desperation clear.

You already knew where this was going. Matty gets drunk, shows up, you hook up, and then he's gone by morning. It is a stupid routine, one you aren’t in the mood for tonight. You know he doesn’t want anything real with you, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling something for him, and that just makes it worse.

“I’m not really in the mood, Matty,” you say, hoping he’d take the hint, “really-“

“Alright, alright, we can, we can just talk. Yeah let’s talk, please? Give me some company, darling.”

“Where are you?” You ask, hoping you can still convince him to turn around and just go home. Give you one free night of not feeling guilty or disgusting or used.

“Outside you house,” he says casually.

“What?!” You shoot up from bed, heart racing and before you can process it, the doorbell rings. You groan, louder this time.

You hang up and start walking through your house, your dog following you, barking one time before you shush him.

“Easy, Asher, s’just Matty, shh.”

You don’t want to admit it but Matty’s really good with your border collie and Asher loves him. Usually he’s not keen on new people but- Matty’s not new.

“Angel, come on!” Matty yells from outside. You hear him loud and clear while you stand in front of the front door.

“God,” you mutter under your breath.

You open the door, and there he is, leaning on the frame in his leather jacket, a sloppy grin on his face. "Hello, lovely," he slurs, grinning like he didn’t just disturb you at 3am.

You roll your eyes at him.

“May I come in?” He asks, swaying a bit.

“What did I say on the phone?” You exhale sharply, reminding him you aren’t going to fuck around tonight just because he’s lonely.

Matty’s brown eyes glow in the moonlight, begging for something moor, “you said no,” he pouts, his lip sticking out like a kid.

“So..?” You ask, teasing and pretending you won’t let him in the next few days.

“Means let me in,” he whines, “come on, love. I’m pretty decent, ‘nd behaving like a gentlemen.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. As much as you don’t want to, you step aside and let him in. He stands by the door, smiling at you, the strong smell of whiskey and cigarettes filling the room.

"How many have you had?" you ask, half laughing, half annoyed.

"Enough," he grins, trying to sound smooth.

He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him, gently holding his face. "I mean what I said, Matty," you whisper, kissing his cheek instead before walking away. He stays by the door, looking lost as you leave the room.

You only leave to get Matty a glass of water from the kitchen.

Meanwhile Matty crouches down in the dim light of the hallway, his knees creaking a little as he gets to Asher's level. He lets out a quiet laugh, rubbing his hand through the dog's fur, ruffling it in that familiar, affectionate way.

"I've missed you, mate," Matty murmurs, his voice low and thick with that familiar late-night rasp. He reaches out, giving Asher's ears a gentle scratch, earning a happy wag of the tail.

Asher barks, quick and sharp, his tail thumping the floor. Matty nods, as if understanding him completely. "Yeah, loads. It’s been too long."

Asher’s big brown eyes stay fixed on Matty, clearly overjoyed by the sudden attention. Matty leans in closer, his head resting slightly against the dog’s, almost like he’s confessing a secret. "You’re such a good boy, you know that?" he says softly. His hand keeps stroking Asher’s fur, slower now, more thoughtful.

"Would come over a lot more, but... your mum, she’s a bit mean on me." He shakes his head, still smiling. "Not that I blame her though. Not that I blame her."

Asher whines, nudging Matty's hand with his nose. Matty chuckles, his fingers brushing lightly against the dog's snout. "You don’t judge, though, do you? Nah, not you. Always happy to see me, no matter what state I’m in."

Matty pulls his shoes off knowing you hate shoes in your house especially in the living room where Matty collapses on the couch.

When you come back, you nudged his foot with yours. "Move," you smile, seeing him stretched out, taking up the whole couch. He sits up and you hand him the water before sitting next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest.

"I wish you wouldn't slick your hair back like that," you tease, tucking a loose strand behind his ear that had fallen over his face.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop," he says with a lopsided smile.

"Whatever," you smile back, shaking your head acting like he didn't just make your stomach flutter.

He sets the water down, looking over at you. "Are you really not in the mood?" he asks, his voice softer now.

"No, sorry, Matty," you say, giving him a fake smile.

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. l'm only here when... you know... he trails off, avoiding your eyes.

"Yeah," you sigh, understanding what he meant. It was always like this.

"S’ the only thing you'll do with me though, can you blame me?" he mumbles, the words slurring a bit, his face clouded with something sadder.

"What?" you ask, confused.

"Sex. It's the only thing you wanna do with me," he frowns, his eyes downcast, like he'd been holding that in for a while. “I’ve got no choice, have I? Either I stay away from you for good or we’ll shag.”

“What the fuck are you on about?!” You ask, eyebrows raised.

Matty places a hand on your leg, like he needs some excuse to touch you. "I just feel like you only want me when I'm drunk or high or some shit.”

"Why do you think that?" you ask, trying to make sense of where this is coming from.

"You never call or text me after we do anything. S’just -“ he muttered, looking down like it was some shameful secret.

You shift in your seat, stunned by his vulnerability. “That’s not true. You know it’s not like that.”

Matty shakes his head slowly, his hand still lingering on your leg, but there's a nervous energy in his touch now. “Feels like it though, doesn’t it? I mean, we don’t talk... not really. Not unless we’re in bed.”

"Yeah, because I think you only want me when you're drunk or high," you admit, feeling a knot form in your chest as you said it out loud.

"I don't!" he blurts, stumbling over his words. "I wanna-fuck, I'm sorry. I wanna see you all the time. I just thought you don’t actually want me." He looks at you, a bit more sober in his eyes now, like he'd been carrying that thought around for a while.

Matty’s grip tightens just a little on your leg, like he is afraid you’d pull away, like he is holding on to you for dear life. His thumb traces a slow circle over the fabric of your jeans, a small gesture, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

"I'm sorry I come off like that. I don't mean to," he says, staring into your eyes with those big, soft brown eyes of his.

You stay quiet for a moment to think about all the times where you had an amazing night together and you were all alone the next day.

“I hate it when you leave in the morning,” you whisper, feeling more vulnerable than you intend to.

“I know, love. I’m sorry, I wanna stay, I really fucking do.” He whispers, his face inching closer, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh, sending a shiver through you.

“Then stay.”

“For as long as I like?” He asks, his lips hovering near yours.

“How long’s that?” You chuckle.

“Forever? If you’ll have me.”

"I'll have you," you smile back, finally leaning in and pressing your lips to his, the kiss soft but full of all the words neither of you had been able to say.

His tongue slips into your mouth, and you can taste the whiskey on him. "I'm sorry you said you weren't in the mood, he murmurs, pulling away carefully, not wanting to push you.

You momentarily forgot you'd said that, realizing you'd kind of lied to yourself. You straddle his lap, feeling bold. "You have an effect, Matty..." you whisper, pushing off his leather jacket, leaving him in a dark T-shirt that complements him VERY well.

“Do I now?” His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing along the curve of your bottom lip. You wrap your hand around his wrist, and press a kiss to the pad of his thumb.

Matty’s other hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling your lips down to his. The kiss is messy and hungry, his tongue slipping past your lips and gliding against your own. You let out a whimper when he bites down on your bottom lip, and Matty’s hands tighten around you.

Matty’s erection is pressing against the inside of your thigh, and when you grind yourself against him, he grunts into your mouth.

"Like that, love, fuck,” Matty murmurs.

Your hips buck at his words, and you continue rolling yourself against his cock, trying to get the friction you crave. Matty’s hands roam your body, sliding down to grip your ass, then back up to palm at your tits.

He lifts your shirt over your head, and his lips found their way to the valley of your breasts.

“You’re such a good girl,” He says sweetly, “fucking gorgeous girl.”

You could cum like that. Rolling your hips and grinding on his cock until you explode. You follow his lead, lifting his shirt off of his head and watching the expanse of his large chest move as his breath grows ragged.

Matty is a hungry kisser, he bites, claws and sucks his way across your jaw and down your neck.

You run your hands down to his belt buckle, and start to undo it, and Matty’s fingers fumble with the button and zipper of your shorts.

He pulls your shorts off and throws them to the side, and when you go to undo his belt, he stops you.

"Wait, hold on,” Matty pants

"What, Matt-,”

“One touch of you right now and I’ll cum,” he admits, “don’t want to, let’s take care of you first.”

He smiles and stands up from the sofa, your legs wrapping around his waist. He almost loses his balance, making both of you laugh. "You're so pissed, you giggle, enjoying the moment.

"Shut up, you twat," he laughs, leaning in to kiss you again as he carries you toward your bedroom.

You’re both giggling when he gently lays you down on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before crashing his lips onto yours.

He’s drunk. You think that over and over again, what if he’s using you again.

You visibly frown and Matty pulls back, “is something bothering you?”

“I-,” you sigh, “you’re drunk, what if-“

Matty knows what you’re going to say, he knows you’re doubting him. He quickly shuts you up by kissing you, soft, no rush, just a kiss as a promise.

“I’ll stay, love. I’ve always wanted to stay.”

Matty’s hand starts to pull at the waistband of your panties until they’re down at the middle of your thighs.

“Relax,” he says while moving his head lower, “do that for me.”

Matty lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room to be found later before dropping his head between your knees, littering small, slow kisses along the insides of your thighs. "Beautiful girl," he hums, inspecting your glistening sex with peaked interest.

Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Matty as he sets on top of your mound, pulling the skin taut before blowing cool air on you. You jump in response, looking down at where he's smirking from between your legs.

He hums absentmindedly, "Just making sure you're paying attention," he teases.

His movements are calculated as he exposes your clit to the air, leaning his head down and pressing his tongue flat against your folds, licking a stripe before readjusting himself on the bed.

A constellation of feather-light kisses is left everywhere, your inner thighs, up toward your hip bone-everywhere except where you really need him.

Your clit aches with need as he continues to tease you, the pad of his thumb skimming ever so slightly over the sensitive bud, relieving only a fraction of the pressure that's building up. "Matty," you breathe.

"Hm?need something?" He asks, lifting his head up and looking at you curiously.

“You’re a mean drunk,” you whine.

Usually he can’t wait to get his hands or mouth on you.

“Don’t be a beg,” he laughs before moving his head lower again.

His hand ghosts over your folds, running a finger over your slit and chuckling when your hips buck up in response to the stimulation.

"fucking perfect," he murmurs, watching you intently.

You gasp as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue flat and wide as he drags it through your folds, groaning like he is savoring every drop.

His lips latch onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as your legs tremble, and he groans again, the vibration making you whimper.

“Christ, love,” Matty mumbles against you, his voice muffled as he licks you with long, languid strokes. "This cunt is all mine, yeah?”

He sucks noisily, deliberately making sure every stroke of his tongue is loud, wet, and filthy. You can hear the lewd slurping sounds as he devours you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he'd been starving for this moment.

His tongue plunges into you, fucking you with wet, deep strokes, his nose brushing against your swollen clit as he grunts against you. "Missed this so much, you can’t even imagine how much, always so drenched for me, soaking me.”

You can’t help but whimper, your hips bucking against his face as he groans, his tongue thrusting deeper, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He pulls back for just a second, his breath heavy, his eyes wild as he looks up at you.

"Fuck, I could eat you all night," he murmurs, his voice almost a snarl as he grips your thighs tighter, pulling you even closer. "S’ my favorite taste, you know why? ‘Cause you’re my favorite girl.”

With that, he dives back in, his tongue swirling over your clit as he sucks you harder, his mouth relentless. You moan louder, your fingers tugging at his hair as your body arches off the wall, pleasure crashing through you with every filthy stroke of his tongue.

He groans again, louder this time, savoring every moment as he devours you, his mouth hot and hungry, like he can’t get enough.

He alternates between sucking your clit hard, his lips tight around the sensitive bud, and sliding his tongue deep inside you, fucking your pussy with slow, torturous strokes.

Each time you gasp, your body trembling as the pleasure builds higher and higher, his hands gripping your thighs so hard it feels like he is staking a claim.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs between licks, his voice raw. "Let me have it, darling.”

Your moans grew louder, filling the bathroom as Joel's tongue worked you harder, faster, his groans matching your own as he lost himself in the taste of you.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your breasts roughly as he continues to feast on you, the pleasure so intense it is overwhelming. You can’t stop yourself anymore-every nerve is on fire, your mind blank as you give in completely.

"Matty, fuck, I'm gonna-" you gasp, your thighs trembling as you teeter on the edge of release.

"Cum for me, love," he growls, his voice hoarse as his tongue flicks over your clit again, harder, faster, relentless. "Want to taste all ‘f it.”

With a final, devastating suck on your clit, you shatter.. Pleasure slamming into you, your entire body shaking as you scream his name, your nails digging into his scalp as he holds you in place, his mouth still working you through the waves of your orgasm.

Matty doesn’t stop, he keeps licking, keeps sucking, devouring every drop as your body convulses, the intensity of it making your legs shake.

He moans against you, his tongue softening slightly but still teasing your swollen clit as you come down, his grip on your hips loosening just enough to let you catch your breath.

When he stops he moves upwards again, a boyish grin on his face.

“S’ delightful,” he says, leaning down to convince you you do taste good.

While his tongue slips past your lips he ruts into you, the friction of his jeans adding another feel of pleasure.

You gasp into his mouth, “matty, need you.”

“Need you ‘s well,” his hand slips behind your back unclasping your bra.

His mouth waters at the side and he can’t help but immediately latch his tongue onto one nipple.

“Matty,” you whine, your hands traveling down between your body’s to find his jeans.

Matty pulls back, helping you get off his jeans and boxers, throwing them on the floor before he’s on you again.

He kisses you deeply, lovingly. You can still taste yourself on his lips, and the realization sends another jolt of pleasure through you. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

You can feel his hardness against your stomach, his need pressing into you. Matty breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing is ragged, his eyes dark with lust and something else - something deeper.

"Need you," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "right now n’ so bad" he shifts his weight, positioning himself between your legs.

You nod, unable to form words. You need him just as fiercely, your body aching with emptiness and need.

Matty adjusts himself, pressing against you. The feeling of his tip brushing against your entrance sends another wave of pleasure through you. You lift your hips, your body silently begging him to fill you. Matty presses into you slowly.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your breath catching in your throat. Matty pauses, the alcohol in his body making you feel even more good.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice soft and concerned.

You nod, biting your lip against the pleasure and pain intermingling within you. "I’m good," you whisper, your voice slightly shaky. "just, just fuck me matty."

Matty lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening further at your words. He begins to move, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, deep rhythm. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, needing all of him. Each thrust is like a spark, igniting a fire within you that spreads through your entire body.

Matty’s eyes are trained on your face, watching your every reaction, adjusting his pace and angle to drive you wild. His hands roam over your body, touching you everywhere, as if he can’t get enough of your skin.

You are lost in a sea of bliss, the pleasure building with each stroke. You can feel yourself getting close again, the pressure growing once more within you.

Matty’s breath is coming in ragged gasps, his movements becoming more urgent. He leans down, his lips seeking yours, kissing you hungrily. One of his hands slide down to your hip, gripping you tightly, as if he is anchoring himself to you.

Your eyes roll back. "more, please." you beg.

Matty groans, his hips pistoning against you harder and faster. He is close, you can tell. His body is taut, his fingers biting into your flesh. His lips tound your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving tiny marks behind.

"Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good.”

You can feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic, less measured. "tell me... you're close." Matty whispers, his voice heavy with need.

You nod, your words coming out in broken gasps.

"So close." you manage to say, your nails digging into his back.

He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside you that sends white hot stars exploding in your vision. "oh god, matty... right there."

"yeah?" he asks, his voice strangled and low. "right there?" he knows just how to drive you wild, how to push you to the edge and leave you hanging. His fingers tangle in your hair, his mouth seeking yours again. His lips are hungry, desperate for more.

You can feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building within you with each intense stroke. You are on the brink of something huge, and you know Matty could feel it too.

"Look at me." he demands, his voice rough and urgent. "Look at me when you come."

You force your eyes open, meeting his fervent gaze. It is more than you can handle, the intensity of his look, the feeling of his body against yours, is driving you crazy. You hold his stare, your whole body tensing, waiting for that final push that will send you over the edge.

"Come for me." he commands, his voice a hot whisper in your ear. "Come for me now." It was all it took. Your body obeys his words with almost no will of its own, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, drowning you in sensation.

You cry out, your body arching up against his, your eyes locked with his as you come completely undone. The waves of pleasure seem to go on and on, each ripple making you shiver and gasp. Matty’s hands are on your hips, holding you tightly as he watches you fall apart, his own body taut with need.

His eyes darken, his own need taking over. "I’m going to come," he warns, his voice hoarse and rough.

You nod, your eyes still dilated from the intensity of your climax. "do it," you tell him, your voice shaky.

"want it,” you moan.

He lets out a guttural moan at your words, his body shuddering as he comes, his release pouring into you, claiming you as his own. It is a feeling like no other, primal and intimate.

Matty collapses onto you, his body heavy and warm. You hold him close holding onto each other as the final ripples of pleasure ebbs and subsides. For a moment, there is only the sound of your uneven breathing, mingling together in the quiet of the room.

Matty eventually lifts himself up, his eyes seeking yours. He looks wrecked, hair disheveled, skin sheets with sweat. But in his eyes, there is tenderness, that only comes out in moments like this.

He reaches up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice softer now, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

“Perfect,” you smile.

"M’ glad,” he kisses your cheek, “think I’ve gone sober now.”

You giggle and hit his shoulder playfully.

Matty smiles back, his eyes still glimmering with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. He carefully withdraws from you, moving to lie down beside you, pulling you against him.

You cuddle closer, resting your head on his chest. Beneath your ear, you can hear the steady beat of his heart, a soothing rhythm that lulls you in a peaceful, fuzzy headspace. His fingers play with tendrils of your hair, his touch light and caressing.

"I don't think i'll ever get tired of that." he says, his hand moving to your back, tracing lazy circles on your skin. "of you."

You smile against his chest, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "The feeling's mutual." you murmur. With Matty, everything is easy, comfortable. There’s something keeping you from being together fully though, you don’t know what it is.

He chuckles lowly, his chest rumbling beneath you. "Wasn’t to rough with you, was I?" he teases, his fingers tracing a path of fire down your spine.

You shiver at his touch, and then chuckle. "i can handle it, big guy." you reply, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Course you do,” he laughs.

You stay and the heat between your bodies, the sound of his heartbeat and his steady breathing all take part in getting you to fall asleep.

You think that this time is different, you’ll wake up with maybe you’ll even discuss why you’re always ending up together.

You want to. Because there is more from the both of you and you can’t deny it.

You smile before you open your eyes in the morning but you’re suddenly cold.

Your heart drops and you sigh already knowing what had happened.

You open your eyes to find out Matty has left. His clothes are gone, he didn’t leave a note and your phone is without messages.

Your heart drops and you feel as though your heart got broken by somebody who promised you only hours ago he will stay.

[lionwitch]

after my Tim Edits Reality post, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Frankie (the dog) and though he remembers just editing her into his life, what he edits is more like the space-time continuum, so his parents remember getting her for him. And I haven't been able to stop thinking of like

Little kid Tim, trying to get his parents to stay longer: mom, I'm so lonely...!

Janet: oh sweetheart, I know. But we have work, you know that.

Tim: but I'm all alone in this big house... It's so lonely and scary...

Janet: you're right, Tim. I'm sorry about that, sweetheart. I'll see what I can do.

Tim thinks his mom is going to try and stay. That same night she arrives with a Border Collie puppy.

Janet: look, Tim. So you won't be so lonely while your father and I are away. You can train her, and you can play together. Just make sure you take care of you both and clean after her, ok?

Tim, torn between sad his mom isn't staying and happy he now has a puppy: ok, mama. Thank you.

Now I love Frankie, and I love giving the batfam an animal companion. So far, through my fics, it's as follows:

Lettuce the Crow for Jason (not yet written, but will be appearing soon) in "Tim's a weirdo, but he's our weird— Jason, what do you mean you have a child!?" (my Dragon!Tim and dad!Jay fic)

Promise the Kitten for Dick in Shadows of New Beginnings (my dad!Dick fic)

And I will be adding Frankie to my Howling at the River fic (secretly married musician!Tim)

Plus of course Alfred and Titus play a big role for Damian in Of Beliefs and Devotion (part of my dragon Tim au, but focused on witch worshipping Damian/magic Damian)

When I write my magic user Janet au, you best believe she'll have a familiar too, maybe an owl or even a small magical creature

that's it, thank you, I was ranting. It's 6am and I didn't sleep to write Howling at the River

Happy to provide links if you want, after I've slept

[yourssincerely-mimi]

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 (𝑀𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒)

𐙚 - Casual times, cherished forever

PAIRINGS - bf!hyung line X reader

MIMI’S NOTE: A lil something written!! I tried to keep it as gender-neutral as I could, but I did refer de reader once as 'mama' in jake's little story!! Also currently trying to find my style in writing, my post, etc.. Please bear with me TT

lee HEESEUNG He adored your smile—so pure, so innocent. You were a sight to behold. He couldn't fathom why you always chose to spend time with him; he was just an ordinary guy. "You're so pretty…" The words escaped his lips in a whisper. You heard him say something, but couldn't quite catch it. "What did you say, Hee?" You smiled, and he mirrored your expression. "I said you were pretty. Want me to repeat it?" A cheeky grin spread across his face. Your cheeks flushed, a warm sensation spreading across your face. His words caught you off guard, but pleasantly so. "Oh, stop it," you playfully swatted his arm, trying to hide your growing smile. Deep down, you treasured every compliment he gave, each one making your heart flutter a little more. His compliments weren't mere words; they were like gentle brushstrokes painting a masterpiece of emotions in your heart. You found yourself eagerly anticipating these moments with him, cherishing how his presence made you feel both grounded and exhilarated simultaneously. "I love you, pretty," Heeseung murmured, dotting your face with soft, tender kisses. Your heart raced as you savored the feeling of his lips against your skin. Each kiss felt like a promise—a declaration of his love. In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt truly cherished and adored. "I love you too," you whispered.

more under the cut!!!

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park JONGSEONG "Dear, have you seen my headphones?" you called out, a hint of frustration in your voice. "I'm absolutely certain I left them on the dining table earlier." Your eyes darted around the kitchen and dining area, scanning every surface meticulously. The familiar black and silver accessories seemed to have vanished into thin air, much to your dismay. Jay's voice drifted from the living room, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Darling, try to actually search." You paused, considering his suggestion. A confused expression crept onto your face. You rolled your eyes playfully at Jay's teasing remark, but decided to humor him anyway. Taking a deep breath, you began to methodically search the room, checking under cushions and behind decorative objects. To your surprise and slight embarrassment, you found your headphones tucked behind a vase on the side table, just out of sight from your initial scan. Jay sat with a knowing smirk. "Found them?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth. You couldn't help but laugh, admitting defeat. "Okay, you win this round. I guess I need to work on my observation skills. Show me.” Jay smiled, he could get used to the constant asks of where your stuff is. He loves how clumsy you are and how you don’t feel shame in coming to him. As little as it is, it’s something he appreciates. "Darling," he continued, a playful glint in his eye. "Have you even checked if they're hanging around your neck?" With a smirk, he walked over and gently placed your headphones over your head. You felt a rush of warmth and affection as Jay's gentle teasing and caring gesture reminded you why you loved him so much. His ability to turn your moments of frustration into laughter was one of the many reasons you cherished your relationship. As you adjusted the headphones on your ears, you couldn't help but lean in and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, silently thanking him for his patience and love.

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sim JAEYUN "Layla, you want to go on a walk? Wanna go see Mama?!" Jake cheerfully called to the little border collie. Both he and Layla had missed you dearly, especially with your busy study schedule keeping you apart. At the sound of Jake’s voice, Layla perked up, her tail wagging furiously as she bounded toward him. Sunlight streamed through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, making it feel like the perfect day for a walk. Jake knelt down, ruffling her soft fur. Layla let out an excited bark, her energy palpable. "Okay, girl, let’s go!" he said, clipping on her leash. Together, they set off toward your apartment, their anticipation building with every step. As they strolled, they passed the park where they often walked together. Layla sniffed at the familiar scents, occasionally darting after a butterfly, while Jake reminisced about the laughter and warmth that filled their outings. After about fifteen minutes, they finally reached your doorstep. "Knock, knock! Pup delivery!" Jake called out playfully, and a moment later, the door swung open. You stood there, a bright smile lighting up your face. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm embrace, and Layla jumped excitedly at your feet, eager for attention. In that moment, all the waiting and longing melted away. Jake could never tire of these reunions, the feeling of being home with you and Layla. It was a small, perfect slice of happiness, and he knew that no matter how busy life got, these moments together were what truly mattered.

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park SUNGHOON

Sunghoon finally had some time off, and he chose to return to his childhood home with you. As you stepped inside, a sense of warmth enveloped you. "Thank you for inviting me; it’s really sweet, Hoon," you said, flashing him a grateful smile and planting gentle kisses on his knuckles. He mirrored your smile and quickly pulled you into a warm hug. "Of course! Gaeul and my parents have been asking about you non-stop," he replied, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. He cherished these little moments, sharing laughter and warmth with you in the place that held so many memories. After settling in, you turned to him, excitement bubbling inside you. "The rink here is opening soon. Would you want to come along with me?" Sunghoon knew you weren’t particularly fond of ice skating, but the idea of being together in his childhood space made his heart swell. His face lit up with a bright smile as he leaned closer, planting a quick peck on your head. "That sounds fun! Just give me five minutes to find my skates." As he dashed off to search for his gear, you took a moment to soak in the cozy atmosphere of the home. The thought of gliding across the ice—regardless of your skill—felt exhilarating with Sunghoon by your side. You could already imagine the laughter, the playful slips and slides, and the warmth of his hand in yours. You couldn't wait for him to return, eager for a day filled with memories and connection at the rink. It was these shared experiences that made every moment together feel special.

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[lilartifex]

I got an actual drawing tablet and decided to do the rest of the Doctors to test it out. IT IS AMAZING. You can have a look at the others here.

Also, thank you so much to everyone who gave suggestions for Eleven, he was, by far, the HARDEST to find a breed/design for.

I ended up going with a border collie because a) they're great family dogs, b) they like to herd their 'flock' and keep them close and c) they 'give the eye', which means they have a predatory stare that's fierce enough to control a flock of sheep. Sound familiar?

Just gonna pop in a list of the breeds, if anyone's interested (or can't recognise them):

Fifth: Labrador Retriever War: German Shepard Ninth: Mixed breed (apparently he wasn't supposed to look 'doctorish', so like...) Third: Irish Wolfhound Eight: Portuguese Water Dog Fugitive: Puli Eleventh: Border Collie

[swede1952]

Blue Majesty

This blue jay (Cyanocitta cristata) appears to be thoroughly in charge of the realm. Oh what is the word I'm looking for to describe this look … noble, that is it. My dog, Charlie who is a border collie, gets that look whenever he lays quietly with his head raised. Charlie would spoil the moment though my acting silly.

"This common, large songbird is familiar to many people, with its perky crest; blue, white, and black plumage; and noisy calls. Blue Jays are known for their intelligence and complex social systems with tight family bonds. Their fondness for acorns is credited with helping spread oak trees after the last glacial period." - allaboutbirds.org

[heylittleriotact]

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

@emmg tagged me in this, so here you are - thanks for making me think about a lot of these because I hadn't considered them 😅

Answers under the cut due to length (teehee)

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

Nevarra, probably.

2: What is your character's alignment?

I entered Amina’s answers into an online quiz just for shits and giggles knowing full well that my Lawful Good girl would make Steve Rogers look like a knuckle-dragging thug with the moral fibre of a used car salesman.

3: Race and subclass?

Elf, Reaper

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

Probably in a cemetery in a small town on the continent trying to put a wayward spirit to rest. Or at an extremely expensive boutique hotel in Orlais (she got a discount for offering to stay in the allegedly haunted room).

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

Positive/optimistic with the occasional purple choice. She reads the room and doesn’t act overly familiar with people she doesn’t know well.

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

She becomes quite close with Bellara. Amina admires her optimism and passion for life despite her own regrets and hang-ups. Her excited, keyed up energy compliments Amina’s manic border collie energy and somehow their energies sort of like… harmonize and cancel each other out. It’s really wholesome. Like you know how they sometimes assign dogs to cheetahs so they don’t get too stressed out and die? That’s basically the vibe with Amina and Bellara, except they both think they’re the dog and not the cheetah. 

7: Romantically close with?

She is romantically VERY close with Emmrich. In fact they get married and live happily ever after, and enjoy an adventurous sex life, and have exactly one (1) child.

8: Who are they suspicious of?

She tends to give the majority of people she encounters the benefit of the doubt, but is inherently wary of anyone who telegraphs any indication that they see spirits as lesser/tools/pests/evil because she fundamentally doesn’t understand why anyone would treat a spirit differently than a person.

She’s not sure what to make of people who treat their families poorly/disrespectfully. She understands that there are all sorts of dynamics out there, and not all family relationships are good, but she would give her left kidney to have a petty argument with her mother, or have her dad question her life choices. She’d much rather take the hardships that come with family than her reality where she has none.

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

For the most part. She’s extremely dedicated and passionate about her work, and she takes her oath to protect the living and the dead very seriously. She’s well-principled, disciplined, and is above corruption and political machinations. She’s very approachable, however, and has a knack for getting people to like her - even the ones that initially don’t. 

Obviously some people are of the mind that she’s an inflexible hard-ass, but she truly believes that rules exist for a reason and order is infinitely better than chaos. If someone chooses not to like her for that fact, she doesn’t take it personally: she let go of people-pleasing years ago. 

Varric always thought she and Aveline would have been fast friends.

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

She taught herself to play the lute when she was 14 because she thought people would be more keen on being friends with her if she knew an instrument. It didn’t help much, but she can still play a little if she feels inclined.

11: Weapon of choice?

Sword n board baybeeee. 

12: What is their orientation?

Pansexual.

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

She doesn’t love it, and will actively exhaust every other option before entertaining it as a solution. If she’s decided she’s out of options and killing you is the only one left, better kiss your ass goodbye though, because if she’s decided the only solution ends with your death, you’re absolutely going to die very soon.

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

Shopping. Fashion. Sewing - if she didn’t end up with the Mourn Watch she would have pursued becoming a clothing designer/tailor. If she ever did decide to permanently step back from the Watch I could see her opening a quaint, bespoke lingerie shop or something. 

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

She pretty much likes everybody until they give her a reason not to, and even then she doesn’t take it personally. The First Warden really wore on her because his willful ignorance was actively endangering other people, so she wasn’t keen on him for that, but she also knew he was just another poor bastard trying to do his job and yeah sure he’s an idiot, but he’s not a malicious idiot. 

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

Wisps hold a special place in her heart. She makes no secret of the fact that she wants a dog/mabari after she moves in with Emmrich, and when he says that the Necropolis apartments are no place for a pet, she reminds him every moment she gets a chance (in writing, via three separate students, and on one occasion in the form of a corpse who recited her wishes as a limerick) that he also owns a sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city with OODLES of room for a dog. Why, they could get a whole kennel of them and a dog would be such a lovely way to teach Manfred about caring for other creatures…

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

Yes and no. She’s grateful that she can be a force for good in the world, but the danger and uncertainty of it tends to wear on her especially after she and Emmrich get together. Life as a Watcher is dangerous enough as it is - what kind of crazy person actively seeks MORE of it when they have someone waiting for them at home? 

Emmrich actually forces Amina to stop for a minute and consider her mortality and her legacy. She thought she didn’t matter before. That her life would be a blip in time: inconsequential and certainly not worth mourning when she dies, but he seems devoted to showing her that’s not the case at all.

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

The Thedosian equivalent of being a Ghostbuster lol. 

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

Oh she will die old and comfortable in bed, with her family beside her and a smile on her lips as she announces that she’s off to be reunited with her sweetheart. It’s all happy endings here. 

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

After the ritual, she wanted to see Varric’s goal through: she wanted to finish what her friend started and make Solas see that he didn’t have to do what he was planning to do. When Solas’ spiritual origins were revealed, she felt further compelled to help him see reason: no longer was he just a man burdened by guilt and regret, but a spirit dealing with them, and it was her sacred duty to help spirits whenever and however she could. In this case, she saw her responsibility change from “stop a foolish man from ruining the world” to “aid a tormented spirit."

That said, after the truth of what happened at the ritual site became clear, she was livid. She felt hurt, tricked, and as though her own kindness and tendency to believe in the best of people had been used against her. Her own grief was used against her in a cruel trick. She questions if Solas can actually be reasoned with anymore, and has about hit that point I mentioned earlier where she starts to see death as the only remaining option. Emmrich is the one to talk her out of this, urging her to remember her oath as a Watcher and encouraging her to not give up hope. 

So Solas really has Emmrich to thank for happily ever after with his vhenan because Amina was 10000% done with his shit.

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

The thing with the big spectral scythe always feels extremely badass no matter how many times she does it.

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

Common, Nevarran, Orlesian, and Tevene. She knows conversational Antivan and next to no elven despite her ancestry. It’s important for Watchers to be fluent in many languages, as the dead tend to be quite chatty, and the spirits that reside in the Necropolis can’t all be assumed to speak Common. 

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

Keep finding things to do. If she sits still for too long it’ll all catch up with her at once and become overwhelming, but if she keeps finding people to help and helping them, she can put it off indefinitely. This has led to burnout in the past, and without someone like Emmrich around to basically force her to deal with things rather than burying them under work, it would happen again.

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

She thinks that anyone who says they have a definitive answer to that question is lying. There are so many things about magic, the Fade, spirits, and the soul that aren’t known or understood, but she has witnessed enough evidence that she feels confident in some sort of continuation of a person’s essence beyond the veil of death. What that ultimately looks like/entails is a mystery, but she finds comfort in not knowing every detail. It would be anticlimactic to set out on that next Big Adventure if everything was spelled out in advance. 

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

She is the Reaper-est Reaper who ever Reaper-ed. She’s capable of keeping up with the insane physical demands of the work, but also possesses the compassion, empathy, and patience that make a good Watcher. She loves caring for the living and the dead, and approaches her work enthusiastically. Also, she’s just kind of… odd. A trait that many Mourn Watchers possess. 

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

Border collie. Needs purpose. Needs activities. Needs to be contributing in a meaningful way. Otherwise will get severely stressed out and die, probably. 

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

Amina was having a crisis of belonging before Veilguard. She’s questioning her purpose and place in the world after being soft-exiled from the Necropolis and is just kind of drifting from place to place and doing the only thing that she knows, which is Watcher work, but the people she’s helping aren’t exactly tripping over themselves to thank her for any assistance she renders because of the inaccurate assumptions most make about the mortalitasi. 

She’s not in a great place. She’s struggled to feel like she belongs anywhere her entire life because of her start as a foundling, and by the time she meets Varric she’s largely of the mind that she’s a burden that people simply tolerate out of politeness and moral virtue. But Varric… he really seems to like her. Care about her even. The more time she spends with him, the more she starts to think that she’s not just a receptacle for pity and charity, and that maybe she actually deserves to connect with people. 

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

Amina has zero qualms with taking charge of a group of people and telling them what to do… especially if it keeps them alive in a dangerous situation. 

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

I think her sense of honour and duty would have made her an excellent Grey Warden. She’s got too much of a conscience to be in the Lords of Fortune or Antivan Crows.

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

She has this quiet, understated strength about her that could easily be mistaken for shyness or passivity, but she’s actually just so humble and kind and good that she tries to make herself as approachable as she can, even with her scarred face, somewhat crooked fingers, and the tip of one of her ears missing. She wants to be someone that people can trust during their darkest times, and if given the chance will unequivocally prove herself to be that person. She is literally a knight in shining armor with a pure heart and so, so, so much love to give. 

[kangals]

since i forget it's not common knowledge for non-Dog™ people, brief overview of the collie thing and why i was losing my shit:

idk every country, but at least for the American Kennel Club (AKC) and Canadian Kennel Club (CKC), "Collie" refers to a specific breed of dog, most iconic as the breed of "Lassie":

these three dogs are all collies. collies come in two varieties, "rough" (longhair, more common), and "smooth" (shorthair, less common). both rough and smooth collies are considered the same breed, judged to the same standards, and can be born in the same litter, similar to how a black lab and a yellow lab are both labradors. it is equally correct to refer to them as a "rough/smooth collie" or as simply a "collie," as that is their official breed name in the US/Canada. while they used to be extremely popular in the mid-20th century, collies sit at #39 on the AKC breed popularity lists nowadays, making them solidly "somewhat uncommon."

a border collie is a separate and distinct breed of dog. while they share a common ancestor with the collie and are also herding dogs, their appearance, temperament, and herding style are all distinctly different. they can come in many colors, but are most commonly black and white with medium-to-long hair:

while a border collie is a type of collie-dog, in the US they are generally referred to as "borders" or "BCs" rather than just "collies," as "collie" is already the name of a different breed. BCs are more popular than collies nowadays, so most laypeople are more familiar with them than with rough or smooth collies. but given that "collie" already refers to a different breed, in the US/Canada it's not technically correct to also refer to a border collie as simply "collie" (or call them a collie, who cares, i'm not a fucking cop).

however, this gets further muddled depending on which country you're in - for example in the UK and many european countries, there is no breed that's simply called "collie" - Rough Collies and Smooth Collies are two separate breeds, in addition to Border Collies, which are significantly more popular. in the UK, "collie" isn't the name of any specific breed, but most people will use it as shorthand for their BCs. "collie" in the UK and "collie" in the US often mean two different dogs.

and then you also have the bearded collie, again a distinct breed, but much more difficult to mix up due to A) their rarity and B) the fact that they look like walking muppets:

and honorable mention to the shetland sheepdog or "sheltie," which while related to the collie is, again, a separate breed, and most notably is significantly smaller than a collie. if you see a dog that looks like Lassie But Small, it's probably a sheltie.

IN CONCLUSION:

several different recognized breeds of collie-type dogs

only one breed is officially named "Collie" and that's the rough/smooth varieties in the US and Canada (aka "Lassie dog")

ergo, there is only one breed of dog that "collie" actually refers to (in North America at least)

however due to the differences in names between countries and the overall higher popularity of border collies, they and other breeds are sometimes also referred to as "collies"

i own a rough collie and she is very pretty and therefore superior and if you call any other type of dog a collie except for the rough/smooth type you're Wrong.

thank u for coming to my TED talk.

[naamahdarling]

A message I had to send to my GP's office just now, while sighing:

I need my referral to Planned Parenthood renewed, please, for both general gynecology AND gender-affirming care.

I did call your referral department about this but the person I spoke to seemed to not know what gender-affirming care is, so I felt the need to follow up here, since my appointment will be for my testosterone scrip and I can't afford to pay for a ride only to be unable to have the appointment.

If it is in fact true that the referral person didn't know what GAC is, and was not simply having a hard time understanding me on the phone, that needs to be discussed with the person I spoke to. It wasn't fun at all having to explain myself.

Respectfully, the term should be familiar.

Thank you.

So now, once the referral has been issued, I have to call Planned Parenthood AGAIN and ask if it includes GAC.

I will also call the referral department at my GP again and ask THEM, and see if the woman still seems confused.

It might have been that she didn't hear me, and lord knows I have sympathy for that. I truly doubt it was malice. I think she was just uninformed, which should not be the case for someone in her position.

It occurs to me that it is possible SHE will read this, in which case I feel slightly bad, but if she was confused, she needs to be more informed, and if it was malice, well, now she knows I'm documenting it.

Anyway, this wasn't a serious incident, but boy am I tired of having to either wrest information from someone, usually unsuccessfully, or push them to do the next step of their jobs, because they can't be trusted to do it on their own.

If I wanted to be a border collie, I would have a different fursona.

[ink-flavored]

Urban Fantasy Animals

I couldn't resist adding a small zoo of magical animals to this WIP, most of which are specifically for the joy of having a little magical pet. Here I have outlined the favorites of mine that I'll be including in the various anthology stories! You can find this and more world-building details on my Neocities site! Unnamed Urban Fantasy Anthology Taglist (Check out my Google Form to get added): @foxys-fantasy-tales @auroblaze @thelaughingstag @auntdarth @damageinkorporated

Dragon

European and Eastern type, drakes, wyverns, wyrms, etc.

Can be as small as a ferret, or the size of a Great Dane

Are kept as pets regularly

Depending on the species, dragon behaviors can vary from "lazy cat" to "purebred working border collie", so it's very important to research the kind of dragon that's right for the home

Griffon

Originally a lion and an eagle, but can be any combination of cat and bird after years of selective breeding and the influence of magic in different regions

The larger species’ are big enough for an adult to ride comfortably, but there are also smaller breeds kept as pets

Unicorn

Can be any horse with a horn glued on it

Are particularly picky about who they allow to ride them

Basically just a magic horse, so it's used for transportation, sports, pets, animal therapy, etc.

Pegasus

Can be any horse with wings glued on it

Incredibly skittish, even compared to a standard horse

Basically just a horse with wings, so it's used for transportation, sports, pets, animal therapy, etc.

Hippocampus

The upper body of any horse with the lower body of various fish

Used in water rescues, sports, and short-distance water transportation and recreation (think of them like living motorboats or jet skis)

Mimic

Modern day mimics can copy standard mimic objects (chests, rocks, etc.), but also modern-day objects, like music boxes, safes, microwaves, etc.

Most of them are wild animals, but can be kept as exotic pets

As they grow, they mimic bigger and bigger things, with the treasure chest size being the biggest. Technically, they never stop growing, but as they age, growth and mimicry become a larger and larger burden. Nearly every mimic dies of old age before it can even begin to mimic something bigger than a chest.

Imagine a venus flytrap crossed with a hermit crab

Gargoyle

Carved from a special magic rock that comes alive when crafted

Behave like magic pigeons, flying down from buildings to beg for pebbles

Are also kept as pets. Some are even specially commissioned!

Basilisk

Created by a chicken hatching a reptile egg

Giant serpentine creature with chicken features, poison breath, leaves a trail of venom wherever it slithers, and is able to kill with a glance

Often confused with a cockatrice

Cockatrice

Created by a reptile hatching a chicken egg

A giant chicken with serpentine features, with similar powers to the basilisk, including being able to kill by glancing at its targets

Often confused with a basilisk

Phoenix

Classic phoenix, the bird that dies and comes back to life from its own ashes

Although it appears to be "coming back to life" it's actually how the phoenix reproduces in stressful situations—the new baby bird is a genetic clone, not the same animal

A well cared for phoenix should NOT be regularly bursting into flames

Jackalope

Bunny with antlers <3

Often kept as pets

Wolpertinger

“The most widespread description portrays the Wolpertinger as having the head of a rabbit, the body of a squirrel, the antlers of a deer, and the wings and occasionally the legs of a pheasant.” (thanks Wikipedia)

Often kept as pets, but are much more temperamental than a jackalope.

Will-o-the-Wisp

Little blips of magical essence where intense spells have left remnants

Familiar

Can be any animal or combo of animals

Soul-spirit created through magical willpower that calls the latent magic around you into a fully realized form, bonded to your soul and devoted to helping you

Looks like an animal (standard or magical)

Follows you around like a wisp—you can barely see it out of the corner of your eye, but it lights up and becomes more immediately visible when you’re in need of magical aid

Created by a magic user in an intense emotional state, most often completely by accident. You can attempt to call a familiar on purpose, but it’s not common

Can also be created from two or more people having an intense emotional/magical experience together/when their spells interact. The resulting familiar will be loyal to all parties involved

In the event a familiar has to help more than one bonded individual at once, it can fracture into less powerful mirrors of itself, and snap back together once aid is no longer required

When not in helper mode, the familiar will remain in a quantum state, everywhere and nowhere at once, until one of its soul-bound partners needs its assistance

[reyl0ct]

The low growl echoed through the empty warehouse, and although sensations were available to ghosts, Edwin could still feel a chill run down his spine. He turned very slowly to the snarling dog like creature. It looked unlike any canine he had seen before. The coat of the animal was like that of a border collie but with an ethereal tint of deep blue, the kind of dark blue seen only in the night sky. It's eyes were pupil less, iris' a pale blue with the outer most part of the eye and bright red.

"Hellhound? Cu-sithe? Church Grimm perhaps?" Edwin's mind raced through all the information he had read in his numerous amounts of books. Grasping at any sliver of information that would help him survive this dreaded encounter. He took a few careful steps backwards, but he didn't account for the scattered debris on the floor.

He tripped, landing hard on his ass and the dog lunged. Edwin closed his eyes and put up his arms in a pathetic attempt to protect himself, bracing himself for the inevitable impact of the beast sinking it's teeth into ghostly skin… But that never came. Instead the yowl of a cat rang out in his ears and the dog let out loud yelp.

Edwin opened his eyes immediately only to see a very feral black cat standing protectively between him and the aggressive dog. Upon closer inspection Edwin could see blood dripping from near the dog's eyes. The dog whimpered as it attempted to wipe the blood with it's paw. That seemed to only irritate the wound and blind it further. The dog turned tail and darted out of the warehouse, tripping over debris and running into walls as it departed.

Edwin couldn't tear his eyes away from the feline as it was engulfed in a familiar plume of purple smoke and flame. The Cat King stood in place of the feral cat with a familiar Cheshire grin.

"My my, You really take the part of Damsel in distress seriously don't you~?" he teased.

Any witty retort died Edwin's lips as Charles and Crystal chose that exact moment to finally make their appearance.

"Edwin! What happened!? Did you catch the dog?-" Charles had barely finished his sentence as he was suddenly slammed up against a wall. He had barely had the time to register that The Cat King tightened both his fists in the front of Charles' shirt and if looks could kill.

"Where were you? I thought you were his 'best friend'? Where were you when he was in trouble just now?" he hissed.

Edwin had finally gathered his senses enough to stand and quickly made his way to intervene when he noticed something dripping from the Cat King to the floor.

"You're bleeding!" Edwin and Crystal stood deathly still, the trauma from loosing Nico making it's way to the front of their minds. The Cat King looked at them both, not quite registering what they had said. Charles managed to shake himself free, causing the Cat King to stumble. Huh? That's funny, the Cat King couldn't recall anyone getting out of his grasp so easily. He swayed slightly. Charles fixed him with an apprehensive, but worried look.

"You alright Mate? That's a lot of blood…"

The Cat King reflexively placed a hand at his abdomen, where a steady pain had began growing in intensity. He pulled his hand away to look at the wet red substance and the realization dawned on him. It was blood, His blood. He looked up regarding the worried faces of the trio.

"Fuck…" was all he managed before he stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. His vision began darkening around the edges. He could faintly register the sounds of voices around him, but they sounded so far away.

"Charles! Help me!…. No no no, stay with me! Please!" the last thing he saw was the look of Edwin's worried face above him. He wanted to be smug, make a snide comment about Edwin caring for him, but his mouth felt so dry and he felt so tired. He felt his eyes flutter and close against his will. Everything went dark and he drifted unconscious.

***

Monty sighed deeply as he, practically dragging his feet as he carried the over full bag of ingredients. Since Esther had disappeared (Good riddance) he had found himself a new witch. The woman had bought Esther's house after she disappeared and of course she just happened to be a witch as well. The biggest difference though was that this one was uncharacteristically kind. He'd never met a witch like that, she was the exact opposite of Esther. Also she was really old, and she had a habit of treating him more like a grandchild than a familiar. She had even started teaching him a few basic spells after giving him a human form again.

Here he was out basically grocery shopping. Yes some of these were special ingredients from Tragic Mick's shop, the majority was food to stock the fridge. Meat from the butcher shop, celery, bread, milk. Despite his luck of finding his new master, his days in Port Townsend had become extremely dull. He couldn't help thinking about a few months back when the exciting crew of the Dead Boy Detective Agency had blown into town. They turned everything upside down and left just as soon as they had arrived, and although Monty had his heart completely broken, he couldn't help wonder what Edwin was up to now days.

His daydreams were cut short by a distressed whine coming from a dark alley way. He stopped suddenly, taking a few steps into the alley. There hidden in the shadows of a dumpster was a dog? The pattern of it's fur made him think of those herding dogs, what were they called again? Oh right, border collies, but they was something different about this dog. Being a familiar, Monty could easily fish out magic and this dog was definitely innately magical. The dog whined again and he felt his heart clench in his chest.

"Hey, Hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you." upon closer inspection he could see that the animal was wounded. A nasty few gashes over it's eyes. "Looks like you got into a fight with a… cat…" Monty inhaled sharply as he felt a wave of anger wash over him. Memories from the forest invaded his mind, memories he had been trying hard to forget. Memories of a certain so called Cat King. The dog whimpered pitifully again and Monty snapped out of his reverie, grateful for the distraction from his depressing memories.

He smiled sadly at the dog. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you." He looked at the dog, it was far too big for him to carry given his small size. He thought for a brief moment before rummaging through the bag and finding the meat he had picked up from the butcher shop. The dog instantly perked up at the smell of food. It licked it's chops and it's nose twitched in hopeful anticipation.

Monty tossed a small chunk of meat and the dog swallowed it quickly. Monty tucked a stray strand of his dark hair behind his ear before gingerly reaching his hand towards the dog. The dog regarded him hesitantly, before accepting that he wasn't a threat. It placed it's head against his palm and Monty laughed in relief as he gave the dog's head a few careful strokes.

"You poor thing, You can't see right now can you?" Monty gave the dog another piece of meat. "There's more where that came from, but you have to come with me." He stood up from where he had crouched down to engage with the dog and began walking away. The dog stood up and took a few hesitant steps forward. Monty turned back to the dog.

"It'll be ok, I'll talk to you, just follow the sound of my voice…" And the dog followed him.

To be continued?

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|| Lost and Found ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: meetcute! With dogs!

Oral (f rec), beardburn, coming in pants (m) 😍, written for the @bernthirst-events #beardthalbash, thanks to @darlingshane and @anna-hawk for organising!

"Midge! Miiiidge!" Your voice echoes through the endless trees as you call out again and again, listening hopefully for the familiar thunder of paws on the leafy undergrowth coming back toward you, but there was nothing but the muted twitter of birds. "Midge, come!" You shout again, your voice starting to tremble with worry as you walk hurriedly along the forestry path. The light was beginning to fade earlier in these shortening autumn evenings, and it would soon be impossible to find your runaway pup. You take out your phone, dismayed to see the signal nonexistent out this deep in the woods.

"C'mon Midge! Midge, please come back!" The back of your throat is rough from yelling and your eyes are glistening with tears. You couldn't go home, you had to keep looking for her.

"Miiiidge?!" You tried again, and stopped in your tracks as you heard a rustling nearby, but it was just a blackbird rummaging in the leaf litter.

"Oh Midge…" you croak out more quietly, still holding her broken lead tightly in your fist. You cursed yourself for not replacing it sooner after she had been chewing it, for not buying a stronger one. You were so wrapped up in your own admonishment that you jumped out of your skin when someone walked up the track behind you.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind me askin', are you alright?"

You turned and were met with the figure of a large bearded man. He kept his distance when he realised he had given you a bit of a fright, giving you time to take in the fact that he was wearing a dark green shirt with the park ranger logo embroidered on it along with utility pants and sturdy walking boots. His eyes were dark and he was looking at you kindly.

"I'm Frank, I'm a ranger. I heard you yelling, can I help?" He asks, and you find yourself stuttering over your words, partly in relief that someone else was around, and someone who hopefully knew these woods a lot better than you.

"It's- it's my dog, she… oh, I've been searching and calling for her for hours, she broke her lead when she saw a squirrel and bolted after it! I couldn't catch her in time and she's just- she's just a pup!" You sniffle as your eyes keep flitting around to look through the trees. "I can't find her, she doesn't know this part of the woods that well, I can't leave her alone out there."

The ranger nods and steps a little bit closer. "Alright, I know that you're worried about her, but this sorta thing happens a lot. I'm gonna help you to find her best I can. Can you give me a description? An' I heard you callin' out 'Midge', s'that right?"

You wipe at your damp eyes, nodding. "She's a border collie, black and white. She's 8 months but she's small for her age."

"Okay ma'am, do you remember when and where you last saw her? I'll radio my team and we'll be able to have more eyes and ears lookin' out for Midge okay?" His voice is low and authoritative but soft with it, and your tears soon stop as you're distracted by the way he goes straight into action.

"Back over the ridge near the fire pass, I think it was about two hours ago…" you tell him.

Frank unclips his radio from his belt and relays all the information, getting confirmation from a variety of voices shortly after.

"Okay, let's take a walk back that way huh? You got some treats or somethin' with you?"

You fall into step beside him, grasping the bag of mini bone biscuits from your pocket. "Yeah."

He smiles. "That's good. Those her favourite, huh?"

"Yeah. But she just loves any food really."

You pick a few out hoping that Midge might be able to smell them from wherever she is and her greedy stomach might lead her back to you.

Frank nods. "Is she alright with guys? I know some dogs don't like a man with a beard, can scare em sometimes."

You soon dismiss Frank's concern. "No not at all, actually she'd likely love you. I mean, our postman is quite a big guy and she's always happy to see him at the house. Though I guess he does bring treats for a lot of the dogs."

Frank smiles again and starts calling out for Midge as you come near to the spot where she ran off and you join him, shaking the bag of treats. He takes out a flashlight and starts a sweep. "Which way did she head, do you remember?" He asks.

You point down the slope in front of you and he starts making his way through the trees with you following behind and both calling. After a little while walking down the hill he holds up his hand in a signal to stop and you stay quiet. He listens and you strain your ears too, eventually hearing a distant whimper.

"Oh! Oh it's Midge!" You're suddenly sick with fear that she's seriously hurt and start running towards the sound, the thick branches scraping against your face and arms. Frank catches up to you quickly and urges you to slow down.

"Hey, hey! Watch yourself now, there's a ton of burrows and shit you could break your ankle in if you're not careful. Just hold back with me. It's alright, we'll get to her."

You reluctantly slow your pace as he's right after all, he does know these woods better than you and very soon he's crouching down at the roots of a big tree. As you round it you see little Midge on the ground whining and wagging her tail as she sees you. Her back paw is caught between two roots and she's clearly in some pain.

"Hey, hey Midgey, shhh it's okay, just stay nice and still." You try to calm her, holding her collar as Frank is extremely gentle as he carefully moves the roots to work her paw free and lift her up.

"There we go," he says as he holds her.

Both of you look the pup over for any other injuries before he radios that you'd found her to his colleagues. As you feel her ankle joint there's a little bruising but she doesn't seem to be in any great distress and when you hold out one of her treats she's more than eager to gobble it up.

"Oh Midge, it's alright baby, you're gonna be alright!" You stroke her soft fur in comfort, more for you, lifting your head to look at the ranger, your eyes shining slightly with tears. Just then Midge tilts her head up and licks Frank's face so sweetly and he cracks a smile. "Heh, that's a good sign."

You're so relieved and the rich sound of his laugh as Midge keeps on lavishing him with licks is infectious, making you chuckle too. It makes you feel so much better after all the worry.

"I can't thank you enough, Frank. I was so scared it would be so much worse!" You tell him as you all walk back to the park entrance.

"Hey no worries, it's all just part of the job." He replies as you reach the gate. It was almost completely dark now and the rain was starting to come down in a drizzly mist. "You local? Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

You glance down the road. It was only about a mile and a half walk away but you didn't want to risk Midge getting away from you again as she might manage to wriggle out of your arms on the road.

"Um, actually that would be really great if it wouldn't be too much trouble? We're not far."

"Not at all ma'am, best make sure this lil lady doesn't have another chance to get into trouble again, I know what they can be like!" He jibes, booping Midge gently on her nose which she licks afterwards.

When you reach the outside of your little lodge house after the short ride, you thank Frank again. In the light from the porch his dark eyes are twinkling as he bids you both goodnight.

"I'm sure she'll be back out and about in no time, just keep an eye out for those darn squirrels yeah?"

You laugh a little now that your worry is mostly over, and you notice how handsome he is as well as the kindness and trust that seemed to just emanate from him effortlessly, putting you at ease. "I certainly will! I'm so glad you found us, thank you. Once she's rested and recovered from her ordeal maybe we'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I sure hope so." He replies giving you a gorgeous smile as he gets back into his truck.

-

Frank is just signing off an email when he hears a familiar bark from outside the office. Lady, his own dog, responds with her own short huff, excited to see her playmate again.

It's been a couple of months since Midge's incident and maybe him carrying treats in his pocket might have had something to do with it, but she always ran up to the ranger station and let her arrival be known every time you walk her. And Frank sure as hell doesn't mind as it means he gets to see you.

It had started with polite, friendly waves and a big pet for Midge whenever you happened upon each other in the park. Then, you would frequently stop to chat to him, ask him about his day and he about yours, and then you had started to drop by after his shift finished so you could all go on a walk together. There was nothing Frank loved more than being in the outdoors, except now he got to share that with someone, and he found himself increasingly glad that it was you.

Frank always made you laugh with the way he would run around playing with Midge and Lady, even after a long day's work. You showed him the tricks you had been teaching your pup, and on your regular hikes you also started to learn more about each other. Frank started looking forward to the times he would see you, your easy and generous smile lighting up his world and maybe even pushing to broaden the boundaries of it, maybe let someone like you to become something more. It had been a long while since he thought he felt something more than friendship blossoming, and gradually opening up to you felt right.

Still, right now he was so damn nervous. He had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for days and then he'd inevitably chicken out, but he promised himself he'd do it tonight. And even if you turned him down, there'd be no regrets.

"Hey big bear!" You say as you greet him. "Which route do you wanna take this evening Frankie? It's your turn to pick." You ask him as Frank steps out with Lady and locks up the office. He almost loses his nerve when he turns and sees your pretty face and your sweet voice calling his nickname caresses his ears.

"Uh, I was thinkin' up by the creek," he suggests as the four of you start walking up the trailhead. Frank scratches at the back of his shirt collar. "Can't remember if I mentioned before but our place is up that way."

You turn to look at him wide eyed after you throw the ball for the dogs as they run ahead. "It is? Wow, it's so gorgeous up there. You're so damn lucky Frank, a perfect job and an amazing commute!"

He can't help beaming back, you seemed to see the positive in almost everything, he guessed he was pretty lucky.

Okay, he decides, now is the time to do it. Just put it out there. Just ask. What's the worst that could happen?

He clears his throat. "Was wonderin' actually, if you'd… uh, maybe you might wanna-" He couldn't believe he was stuttering over such a simple question. Fuck, was it supposed to be this hard? Thankfully, you stepped in and saved both of you from any more of his awkwardness.

"Frank, are you inviting me to your place?" You ask.

The light rain that's falling makes the longer strands of his hair lie in curls against his forehead. He runs a hand through it pushing it back, nodding. "Yeah, I mean, no pressure or anything. Just, if you wanna maybe have a drink with… me?"

You smile at him again. "Yeah, I'd love to."

By the time you reached his lodge you were both slightly soaked by the autumn drizzle. Frank stacks up the wood burner as soon as he lets you in, giving you and the dogs a towel to dry off with as he gets the fire going.

Once you dry off your hair and the dogs, you look around his home in awe. It's so beautiful, hewn from trees from this very forest, nothing too big and grand, just perfectly cosy. He had a neat but well stocked kitchen area, with a solid oak table and chairs by the window. A set of natural carved steps led up to a mezzanine with shelves stacked with all sorts of books and what you assumed was his bedroom.

There were glazed double doors that opened out the back onto a wooden porch and the mossy lawn behind bordered by the trees. And beside the wood burning stove was a tired but comfy looking sofa with a massive thick rug in front of it where Frank gestured to you to make yourself at home.

You kick off your shoes and hang your coat up on a hook near the door beside his next to the dog leads, and settle on the couch.

"This is magic, Frank," you tell him as he opens the fridge taking out a couple of beers.

He shakes his head, dipping his face a little like he's embarrassed or something as he walks over and hands you a bottle. "It's alright. You hungry?" He asks.

"I'm alright just now, just thirsty!" You smile, clinking your bottle against his as he sits down across from you after placing a couple of logs onto the now steadily blazing pile of kindling.

"Did it come with the job?"

He shrugs, fingers stroking his thick beard. "Uh, kinda." He takes a swig of beer and smiles as he notices Lady bringing out one of her favourite toys and letting Midge play with it without a gripe.

"Heh, look at that. S'good they're gettin' on so well." He remarks, and you hum in agreement as you watch them play.

"Yeah, I'm so glad," You say as you turn your gaze back to him. "It means we can spend more time together."

The corners of Frank's mouth pull up just a little. "S'that so? Cos I've been thinking I'd like that." He admits, the nerves rapidly melting away.

You move just a little bit closer to him on the couch, turning your body to face his. "I know I'd like that…" you confess. As you put your beer down on the side table, your hand brushes his knee and you decide to leave it there. He gazes directly at you and you feel your body temperature rise but it's not because of the fire that's burning nearby...

His fingers lightly stroke over yours and when you look back up he's so focused on you, the brown of his eyes seems so deep and dark and soft you could get lost in them. He's searching your expression for permission.

"Can I kiss you?"

His voice melts like thick honey in your ears and you're leaning in with a whispered yes instantly, almost before he can get all the words out. He raises a hand to cup your face stroking his thumb softly over your cheek and you close your eyes as he slowly leans in and gently captures your lips with his own. He's so very tender but you can feel the control he possesses as you eagerly kiss him back, the captivating strength and power held in check only by a hair trigger. Your fingers thread through his beard, guiding him to you and right now he'll go wherever you want him. He thinks maybe he should stop, a gentleman would stop and let you take the lead, dictate the pace, but you already are.

Under the light tang of beer you taste sweeter than he could imagine as your tongue slips in so softly, so teasingly between his parted lips against his own and he can't help the low moan he lets out as you surprise him by shifting to climb into his lap.

You gently pull away for a second, and your words are laced with a barely concealed urgency that has him struggling against that fucking gentlemanly conscience he had just a minute ago.

"Tell me if this is too fast?" You probe, looking down at him, your pupils already blown out. You'd been waiting for this. You'd given him all the signals for a little while now, hoping he'd maybe feel the same, waiting for him to be ready.

Frank's eyes dart from yours, down to your mouth and back up again. "Don't feel too fast to me," his words almost vibrate through you with his low tone. "Just feels right."

He moves to kiss you again and it's bliss. His lips are so soft, as is his beard although slightly tickly against your skin. You sigh and smile making a contented sound and he shows you some more of that control, his hands running up the sides of your thighs to rest on your waist, just lightly holding you. He still lets you set the speed, what you want and you let him know as your fingers slide up the shirt covering his broad chest weaving into his hair. His kiss goes deeper as you move in his lap, slowly shifting forward, pressing your hips against his and he makes his reaction to that known with the sexiest noise you've heard him make so far. You want so desperately to hear more.

"Been goin' crazy over you, you know that sweetheart?" He reveals, as you both pull away momentarily, still just inches away from each other's mouths. Your breaths are shallow, you've not felt this excited in a long while.

"You think I haven't felt the same?" You smirk.

In the days after Midge's rescue and recovery, you had found yourself thinking about Frank a lot. About his kindness, competency, and yeah maybe sometimes about how handsome he is… still you never thought he'd take a second look at you, but now you had both arrived here, feeling Frank's fingers twitch against you desperate to touch and you eager for him to do so.

You urge him to continue to explore as your lips meet again, the sensation of his fingertips so tentatively sliding up under your sweater and chasing the goosebumps away as they glide over your bare skin. You nip teasingly at his lower lip and he rewards you with a small grunt before his tongue delves back deeper into your mouth as you move your core over the now obvious bulge in his pants. He trails hot kisses down the side of your neck, pulling at the neckline of your top and you peel it off so his lips can access more of you.

"You're so gorgeous darlin'," he speaks into your skin as he places every kiss with care and attention, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as he mouths around the swell of your breasts still held captive by your bra. You tug at the hem of his shirt, leaning back for a moment so he can move to take it off. Your hands are back on him instantly, tracing over his muscular torso, fingers excitedly running over every dip and rise, appreciating every rough line of his varied scars now bared to you. You're both almost panting for breath, and he's struck dumb as you claw at his belt buckle but he gently puts his hands over yours, halting them.

You glance up. "Oh, if you don't want to-"

Frank chuckles, bumping his nose against yours. "I do. God, I really do… I just need to make sure it's what you want."

You can't believe this guy, he's almost perfect. Frustratingly so.

"Frank, I really want you." You tell him in all lucidity.

He licks across his lips at your confirmation, making the damp spot in your panties grow as he lets his eyes rove over you.

"Well, I'm gonna take you to bed then. C'mon." He says as he encourages you to your feet and guides you up the stairs.

You shimmy off your pants and socks in between more fervent kisses before he lays you down on his bed, leaving his own on as he lifts your foot and starts kissing his way up the inside of your ankle and calf. You part your legs wider to make space for him and his broad shoulders, your heart rate increasing by bounds as you anticipate his next move.

"Mm, s'this okay sweetheart?" He checks in as he nears the juncture of your thighs, his beard brushing the sensitive skin there, "Can I take these off?" He adds, and you hum in the affirmative as his dark eyes meet yours and he smiles. "Been just dyin' to taste you..." You flush with heat at his purred confession and lift your hips as he hooks his fingers around the waistband so he can pull your underwear down. He kisses your mound softly when he returns, taking his time.

"Anytime you want me to stop," he says before lightly kissing your clit and you let out a shuddered breath. "You just tell me baby, okay?" You nod and moan out loud when he begins to lap his tongue right between your glistening folds. You know you'll never want him to stop.

Your body writhes as he continues with wide slow licks between your thighs, relaxing as it's clear he more than knows what he's doing. You whimper, jolting unexpectedly as he begins flicking the hardened tip of his tongue over your clit before softening it again and repeating, swirling, sucking and worshiping your almost steadily dripping cunt like it's a fountain in the desert. When your thighs press in bracketing his head at a particularly sensitive touch, he wraps his big paws around you, fingers greedily switching between kneading the soft flesh of your legs and cupping around your ass as he devours you.

The hair of his beard rubs against your skin and the sensation is addictive. You move your hips against his rhythm and he reaches up to take one of your hands that is currently fisting in the sheets to position it on his head, to make you grab his hair and show him exactly what you want.

You gasp as he very quickly and easily hits a pressure and tempo that has you arching your back right off the mattress. Frank groans as you guide him, squeezing your legs around him almost rutting against his face, moaning so deep into your pussy you can feel the vibrations go through you. And just like that every focused movement he makes brings you further pleasure, taking you higher and higher, and seeing and feeling your reaction just keeps him going.

"Attagirl," he praises, briefly raising his head to look at you. Your juices shine on his lips, spread all around his mouth and wetting some of his beard. The sight just makes him look even hotter to you.

"Frank- mmn! God that's so good, please don't stop…"

He would never, diving right back between your quivering thighs and working you up to and over the edge like it's his only purpose. He can't help himself, you're so fucking sexy like this he's almost humping the bed trying to ease the throbbing need that's barely contained in his jeans. He might have thought about you like this before, how you'd sound, how you'd look, but nothing has prepared him for the reality.

He groans long and low as you clamp your legs hard to his head, you're trying not to but you can't stop your hips from rising, can't help fucking yourself hard against his face, but he wants it, encouraging you until your orgasm explodes from within. The intensity shakes you from your very core, rippling through your body in multiple waves as Frank still holds you firmly to him, licking you through it devotedly as he ruts his own hips into the mattress with another sexy moan. He slows down as he feels your tight grip in his hair easing off, his now near-black eyes meeting yours as he pants and licks his lips.

"You okay there darlin'?" His question is sincere but you almost snort with laughter with how fucking good he's made you feel. He can't be real.

"I'm-" you giggle and throw your arm up over your face as you feel nothing but euphoria.

"god, I'm… yeah, yeah I'm okay! Oh… shit. Wow!"

He grins and wipes his face on the sheets before crawling up the bed to lie next to you, and you turn on your side to face him, drawing him into a kiss as you reach for his pants for a second time.

He catches your hands yet again, shaking his head apologetically. "Uh, it was kinda 'oh shit wow' f'me too y'know? It's… been a while."

It takes you a brain-melted second to get his meaning and then a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. "Frankie, you know that's hot, right?"

He laughs falling back on the sheets, a slight blush dusting his cheekbones. "Hmm I dunno bout that, kinda feel like a teenager again, but as long as you're satisfied for now darlin'."

"I think that'll keep me going for a long while!"

"Not too long though, yeah?" Frank turns his head to look your way and try to gauge your meaning, the faintest hint of concern in his tone. This wasn't a one time thing right? It didn't feel like it was.

The corners of your mouth hook upward yet again. "Definitely not too long." you assure him.

Your eyes track up to the large skylight in the roof above the bed as you catch your breath back, watching the moody, inky clouds gently rolling past.

"Must be a fantastic view of the stars when it's clear." You muse, still gazing up as you feel the warmth of Frank's hand slide over your stomach to hold you close to him in the afterglow.

He follows the line of your sight. "Yeah, it was a pain in the ass to install but worth it for sure."

You turn in his arms to face him. "You put that in yourself? Wow, that's something."

He gives a shrug. "Well I always planned for it when I built the place."

You're incredulous. "What? You built this place?!"

Frank just chuckles, smoothing a couple of stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, haven't always been a ranger. Used to do logging, bit of carpentry. Just thought how hard can it be? Had the idea in my head for a good long while before I had the means and the land to make it happen."

"Frank Castle… I'm officially stunned. That's incredible!" He has the audacity to shrug again like it's nothing and then laughs out loud as he watches your brows draw together.

"Hey, I'm serious! That kinda skill, that's rare. And, I guess it explains this…" you run your fingers over his large biceps, giving them a quick squeeze before smoothing them over his chest.

He hums. "Yeah, only some of it, have to thank the gym for the rest."

You grin as he pushes up on an elbow, leaning his head on his hand as he traces slightly ticklish patterns over your skin as he regards you as if you're a goddess.

"And what about all this darlin'? What about you? You're somethin' special."

You shake your head but he's determined to make his feelings known to you.

"M'serious. Y'know I was totally shittin' it thinking about askin' you here, askin' you out? Was too damn scared you might not say yes."

You can't imagine Frank being scared of much, and you don't know how you could ever say no. Even before the sex.

"Well, I did say yes," you point out as you lean over to kiss him. He still tastes of you and the memory of the intimacy you'd shared is fresh in your mind. "...and I'm really glad that I did."

"Hm, well I better give the dogs their dinners," Frank muses as he strokes at your side, "and make ours too I guess..." he adds with a smile as your stomach chooses that moment to grumble loudly.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think I was that hungry until you mentioned dinner!"

Frank grins as he pushes himself up, grabbing a couple of clean towels from the cupboard near the bed. "Alright, m'gonna clean up real quick and make us somethin'. If you wanna have a long shower while I cook you go right on ahead darlin', there's plenty of hot water."

You smile as you stretch out under his ridiculously comfortable covers, watching his gorgeous ass disappearing into the bathroom as you call after him. "I'm loving the sound of that idea!"

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They were bred for aggression. A ratting dog can't differentiate between a rat and a cat. A herder can't differentiate between a sheep and a toddler. Aggression is aggression. And no, the statistics I try to find come from hospitals and/or court documents rather than police-presented. Either way bully breeds top.

Die mad about it.

You’re so funny for saying this because it shows you’re talking out your ass. Ask quite literally any animal behaviorist or dog trainer and they will tell you dog aggression/reactivity is not the same as human aggression/reactivity. A dog can be sweet as can be to humans and still try to fight any dog it sees to the death with zero prompting beyond it seeing said dog. This not even getting started on the fact they aren’t even being selected for any type of aggression anymore since they’ve transitioned to primarily just being a pet people get because they “look scary” to deter intruders without actually being dangerous or needing the same level of training as an actual guard dog to avoid aggression towards familiar humans. If I had to pick between walking up to an unsocialized bully or an unsocialized Akita or cane corso, I’m picking the bully every time.

“I’m not using cops as a source, I’m using court documents” this is so funny brother in Christ who do you think is sending the court documents? Do cops have no hand in court systems in your world? Hospital stats are also often reported by an animal control officer (that’s a cop btw) or a random freaked out person who just got bit badly enough to need medical attention. Eye witness accounts are unreliable and not concrete, if someone is attacked by a large breed they’re calling it a pit bull for the same reason people think any dog with floppy ears is a “lab mix”.

And here’s another thing, pit bulls and related breeds are some of the most common breeds in the US. You think there’s no statistic bias just based on a disproportionate number of bully mixes relative to the number of Dobermans in North America? Especially when bully breeds are some of the most commonly surrendered or abandoned because weird white women pearl clutch until the breeds are banned in certain housing districts?

Oh yeah, and interesting anecdote you put forth there. If herding breeds can’t tell sheep from toddlers, why aren’t you trying to ban herding breeds? Seems like there would be an awful lot of children with bites to their ankles from some of the breeds used to herd cattle. I mean, those breeds are literally bred for a drive to chase after animals and bite at their feet to move them a certain direction. Surely if dogs were stupid enough to not know the difference between humans and livestock they would be so dangerous. Also interesting to see you in none of your examples brought up dogs when my entire point was that dogs perceive humans and dogs differently which is why a dog could be dog aggressive without human aggression present. See a lot of rat terriers killing puppies mistaking them for rats? See a lot of border collies trying seriously to herd labs? A lot of retrievers trying to retrieve chihuahuas? Hm. That’s odd. Almost like dogs know what dogs are or something. Weird.