#crates or prepare to leave the dogs home

[leolaroot]

they call me guy trembling because i had to establish a boundary qnd i had to introduce the topic myself and my mom tried to push back but i stood up for myself and insisted and quoted my counselor and she ACQUIESCED!

[soaps-mohawk]

Good Boy

Summary: He’s been such a good puppy. You want nothing more than to reward him on his special day. 

Pairing: Johnny x reader

Word Count: 5,527 words

Warnings: Pet play, mommy kink, puppy!Soap, sex toys, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, spanking (it’s like one), anal fingering, vaginal fingering, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, lingerie, 

A/N: This is the first kinktober fic I wrote for this year, but I ultimately decided not to do a version for Kyle. It just fits Johnny perfectly and I’m honestly proud of it. Posted it on Patreon back in early October but decided to post it here for everyone to enjoy

MASTERLIST

You can hear the slight rattle of the kennel before you even have the front door closed. You take your time, kicking off your heels, placing your keys in the drawer, going to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Quiet, pathetic whining reaches your ears, the quiet scuff of movement on the plastic crate pan. He must have bunched his bed up again. 

Silly dog. 

You flip through the mail casually, tossing junk in the recycling and setting aside what you can only assume is a birthday card from your parents. The whining gets louder and more consistent. You let out a quiet sigh, tempted to open the card now and make him wait, but you'll be a good owner and give him the attention he's so desperate for. 

Poor thing has been locked up all day. 

Your feet pad quietly towards the living room, dress pants dragging quietly on the wood. You'll have to get these dry cleaned later. The whining gets louder as you approach, the metal exterior of the kennel rattling as he moves around in anticipation. 

You round the corner, pausing in the archway separating the living room from the hallway. Your dog, your sweet boy, is kneeling in his kennel, pressed up against the door in excitement. Tufts of hair stick through the top as he waits for you to scratch him through the bars like you always do. You can imagine his tail wagging happily, if he had one. 

“Did you miss me?” You ask, not moving towards the kennel. 

“Yes, mommy.” He whines, pressing harder against the cage, so hard his skin begins to push out between the gaps in the metal. 

You let out a sigh, finally approaching. “Stop it. You'll leave marks on your skin. You know mommy hates that.”

He lets out a whine, but does as he's told, moving away from the side of the cage, but he keeps his head pressed against the top. 

“Good boy.” You praise him, bending down to scratch his head through the bars. 

His hair is soft between your fingers. He'd had a mohawk when you picked him out and brought him home. You let him keep it, finding it endearing. It gives him character. Fits him perfectly. 

“Were you a good boy today?” You ask, pulling your hand away, bending down further, placing your hands on your knees. Your breasts push up, visible thanks to the few buttons you'd undone on your work shirt as you drove home from your after work errands. There's even a sliver of your bra showing. Blue, his favorite color. 

His eyes are trained on your breasts, licking his lips. His whole body is wiggling excitedly, his cock swinging between his legs, back and forth almost like a tail might. He's distracted, drool starting to drip out of his mouth just from the sight of your cleavage. 

To be fair, you had been denying him all week in preparation for today. 

You reach through the top of the cage again, fingers gripping his hair and tugging until his head is forced against the top of the kennel. “Mommy asked you a question.”

He lets out a pathetic whine, thick fingers curling between the thin metal bars at the top of the kennel. “Sorry mommy.” He pouts, giving you puppy eyes as he apologizes. You can't help but soften as those big blue eyes begin to glisten with tears. “I was the best boy today.” 

You hum, releasing his hair. You scratch his scalp as you eye the bed pushed against the back of the crate. “You messed your bed up.” His water and snack bowls are empty, shoved to the back of the crate with his bed. 

“Too excited.” He whines. 

You hum again, standing up straight. His eyes follow you, head shifting against the top of the cage. “Is my little pup excited about today?”

He nods, his fingers flexing on the metal bars. “Yes, mommy.”

“I got you a surprise.” You say, turning to the side table across from his kennel, digging the key from the drawer. “To celebrate.” 

“What is it?” He asks, getting excited again. 

“Well, that wouldn't make it much of a surprise, would it?” You tease, turning back to the kennel. 

He lets out an eager whine, leaning against the front of the cage. 

“Do you need to go potty?” You ask, bending down in front of the cage again. 

“Please mommy. Real bad.” He begs. 

You do feel bad. He has been locked up all day, and you had taken the time to run some errands after work. You've tried letting him have free reign of the house. It lasted a day. You'd come home from work to find him desperately humping your pillow, a pair of dirty panties he'd pulled from your laundry basket pressed against his nose. He'd made quite a mess, and so you had to go back to putting him in the crate every time you left. 

“Can you be a big boy and use the bathroom, or do we need to go outside?” You ask.

He whines as he thinks for a moment. “Bathroom, please.”

You hum, putting the key in the padlock that keeps him from opening the cage. It's more to keep him from escaping to romp around the house and make another mess. He wouldn't leave the house, though. He has no reason to. He can get out in the case of an emergency, but he's a good boy. He does as he's told...most of the time. 

You open the door to the crate, letting him crawl out. You turn the TV off as he takes a moment to stretch, joints creaking from being shut in the confined space. It's no small crate, the biggest you could find. Still, it doesn't leave him much room for moving around. 

You'll have to book him a massage this weekend. Get those muscles loosened up again. 

“Come on, pup.” You say, nudging him with your foot in the direction of the downstairs bathroom. “Let's go potty.”

He crawls on all fours towards the bathroom, slow going after being cooped up all day. You don't rush him, walking slowly behind him. The tags on his collar clink with every waddling shuffle on his hands and knees. 

He crawls into the bathroom and you turn on the light. He shifts up onto his knees, using the edge of the sink to pull himself onto his feet. You watch him as he stands, joints cracking again. He stretches, arms up over his head, the muscles in his back moving as he does. 

Sometimes you forget just how big he is. 

It's easy when he's crawling around on all fours to make him small in your mind. It's not until he's standing that you remember just how broad he is. 

5'11, roughly 200 pounds. That's what his profile said when you were searching for a new puppy. Your previous one had decided to leave, a mutual agreement. He had only been in training, and decided the lifestyle wasn't for him after all. 

You don't mind training pups. It can be quite fun, but you were ready for a more experienced puppy after him. 

That's when you came across Johnny. Soap, as his profile had said. A nickname given by a previous owner. You can only imagine what he'd done that earned him that nickname. 

His bio was thorough, and he'd even provided the reference of his previous owner. You were intrigued so you had messaged him, and agreed to meet. 

You liked him immediately. 

Friendly, excitable, already eager to please during your first conversation. You're sure he'd have gotten down on all fours and crawled across the coffee shop if you'd asked him to. 

His separation with his last owner had been rather traumatic and he needed someone to take control, someone who could handle him, his neediness, his clinginess, his intense libido and stamina. 

It had only taken three meetings and a test run for him to move into your house. 

He learned quickly, adapting to your rules very fast. It had been a pleasant surprise, finding such an eager pup in a Scottish bloke who looked more like he should be tossing logs at the Highland Games and not crawling around on your floor with a collar around his neck.

Your last pup had been more of a Greyhound, while Johnny, he’s more of a Rottweiler. Large and intimidating, but sweet and cuddly and so eager to please. 

Johnny lets out a sigh as he finally gets to relieve himself after a long day. You stand, leaning in the doorway, watching him as he shakes and then grabs toilet paper to wipe his tip. A proud smile tugs at your lips as he washes his hands thoroughly with soap and hot water. 

“Good boy.” You praise him as he drops back onto all fours. You run your fingers through his mohawk, letting the soft strands slip through your fingers. It’s getting long, you’ll have to trim it soon. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.” 

He crawls behind you into the kitchen, watching as you move to the bag on the counter. He crawls closer, sitting back on his knees, watching you eagerly. You rip the tags off the toy in your hands, before turning to face him. 

“I got you an extra special toy for your birthday.” You hold out the stuffed squirrel to him. 

His eyes widen as he stares at it, sitting back fully on his knees as he reaches for it. It’s soft and fluffy and squeaks when you squeeze the middle. You’d spent almost half an hour at the pet store debating which you should get. You’d spent so long there a worker had approached, asking if you needed help and what kind of dog the toy was for. 

Great Dane, you’d told her, your go-to answer when buying things for your pup. 

She’d recommended the squirrel, and you could hardly say no. It was perfect, and judging by the way Johnny is clutching it to his chest, he thinks so too. 

“I also got you a meat stick.” You say, pulling the long beef stick from the grocery bag. “So you can have something to chew on.” You say, pulling off the wrapper. 

“Thank you, mommy.” He says, taking the beef stick between his teeth. 

You watch him crawl to the corner of the dining room where his bed sits. He makes himself comfortable, stretched out on the soft, plush bed, his new squirrel tucked under his arm as he chews on his meat stick. 

You jump into making one of his favorite dinners while he’s occupied. While you’ve never been quite brave enough to try your hand at haggis, Johnny never complains about scotch pies. You turn on some quiet music while you work, eyes flickering to Johnny every so often. He’s content in the corner, making quick work of the meat stick. 

You take your time cooking, Johnny lazing with his squirrel in his arms. You stare at his cock as you mix ingredients, more thick than it is long as it drapes between his legs. There’s a heat growing between your own legs as you stare at him. He’s spread out on the bed, legs stretching straight out after being cooped up in the kennel all day. You make a quick note on the calendar. He needs a spa day this weekend. So will you after tonight. 

You jump as a hand grips your leg, weight settling against you. Johnny is leaning against your hip, big hand wrapped around your thigh. It’s slowly creeping higher, as if you wouldn’t notice it snaking up your inner thigh. 

You tsk at him, shifting out of his hold. “That’s not good boy behavior.” 

He lets out a whine, trying to move closer to you. “Sorry mommy. Need you bad.” 

“You need your strength, baby boy. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.” You run your hand over his head. You do leave him plenty of snacks to tide him over on days you have to go into the office. It’s always a big dinner night on those days to make up for his lack of lunch. 

He lets out a disappointed whine but he knows your right. He’s always a good boy, always so eager to please you and behave. He crawls back to his bed, cock swinging between his legs. Your teeth sink into your lip as you watch him go, rubbing your thighs together as you shift on your feet. It’s going to be a long evening for you too. 

You plate up dinner for him, gently easing him back into his human brain for the moment as you remove his collar. Usually you make him eat on the floor out of his bowl, but this is a special occasion. You grab the card from the counter as you carry the plates to the table. 

“Smells good.” He says, his voice lower and rougher than it is when he’s in his puppy mindset. His accent is thicker too, almost like he becomes an entirely new person. Well...he does. The whiny, needy puppy is gone, hidden well beneath the surface of a normal human man. 

“My parents sent a card.” You say, sliding it across the table to him as you take a seat. 

“That was nice of them.” He says, picking it up and opening it. 

He reads it to you, full of well wishes and congratulations. Your parents have met him a few times, though they only know him as your boyfriend. They’ll never know about the other side of your relationship, the side where your giant Scottish boyfriend crawls around on all fours wearing a collar and occasionally a butt plug with a silicone tail attached. 

To your parents he’s just a normal man. To you, he’s your good little puppy. 

The two of you chat as you eat, talking about work and your coworkers and the annoying woman at the shop that was arguing with the cashier. It’s all so domestic, all so...normal. 

You almost prefer him on the floor on his knees begging for scraps. 

He sneaks up behind you while you’re doing dishes, his arms wrapping around you. You can feel the bulge of his quickly hardening cock against your ass, his hands sliding up your stomach towards your breasts. 

“This isn’t good boy behavior.” You say, but you don’t stop him as his hands cup your breasts through your shirt. 

You’ve fucked a few times like this, both of you in your normal mindsets. You let him be more dominant, let him get that energy out before he submits to you again. He’s a good fuck, knows what he’s doing. Knows exactly how to work you up. 

“You’re going to ruin your surprise.” You say, yet you can’t stop yourself from pushing back against him as his thumbs brush over your nipples through your shirt. The skimpy bra you’re wearing doesn’t offer much coverage or protection from his fingers. 

“Sorry mommy.” He growls in your ear, grinding against your ass. 

The deep growl in his voice has a shiver running down your spine. You should stop this before it gets much further, but part of you is tempted to let him have this moment, let him celebrate his birthday in both mindsets. 

“Easy, puppy boy.” You say, pushing his hands away from your breasts. You turn around, dragging a wet finger over his lips. “Be a good boy and behave yourself and you can have your surprise after I’m done.” 

The change happens instantly, his eyes lighting up as he shifts back into his puppy mindset. He drops to his knees in front of you, eye to eye with your pussy but he behaves himself, holding still as you move to grab his collar. You stare down at the fabric one with the plastic clip, the one he wears while you’re gone in case he needs to get out of it fast. You want his leather one tonight. 

You clip the collar around his neck for now before going back to the dishes. He crawls back to his bed, laying himself down on his stomach. You watch him carefully out of the corner of your eye to make sure he’s not rutting against the bed like a bad dog. 

Dishes go by quickly as you set them in the drying rack, catching movement out of the corner of your eye. Unsurprisingly Johnny is in the corner, humping his bed, trying to relieve some of the ache that probably has his cock pulsing. You let out a sigh before approaching, bringing your hand down against his ass, the perky cheek bouncing. He lets out a yowl, his hips bucking into the bed. 

“You’re being a bad boy.” You say as he turns around, cock weeping with precum. There’s a damp spot on the fabric of his bed, but you know he hasn’t cum. Not yet. He knows better. 

“Sorry Mommy.” He pouts, but he can’t cute his way out of this one. 

You slip your fingers under the front of his collar, tugging him forward gently. “Bad boys get punished.” 

He lets out a whine, trying to give you big puppy eyes but they don’t work. You’ve long grown immune to that stare. 

“Come on.” You say, moving to the drawer to pull out a leash. He crawls towards you, sitting back on his knees to allow you to clip the leash onto his collar. He is a good boy, he just can’t control himself sometimes. 

Not with his insane libido. 

You walk him to the stairs, taking them slow as you lead him up to the second floor. He picks up his pace on the carpet, following you eagerly into the bedroom. He dutifully sits on his knees next to the bed, watching you as you unclip his collar. You pull the leather one from the drawer, the one you made specially for him, the one with his name stamped on the side. 

Johnny. 

He tilts his head back as you put it on him, slipping two fingers under to make sure it’s not too tight. You turn back to the drawer, pulling out the box. He shifts on his knees, already knowing what’s coming. 

“Bend over.” You say, pulling out the lube. He shifts himself onto the bed immediately, bending himself over the side. You squirt some lube over his ass, letting it run down over his hole. “Get yourself ready.” 

“Yes mommy.” He doesn’t hesitate as he reaches a hand back, gathering lube on his finger before pressing it into his hole. He groans, pushing his face against the bed as he works his finger in, opening himself up. You watch him fuck himself with his finger, adding a second one to open himself up. The plug isn’t huge, but you want him to be prepared. 

You spread lube on the plug before you pat his ass gently and he pulls his fingers from his hole. You squirt more lube over his hole before you press the tip of the plug against his ass. He clenches as you begin to push it in, a whiny moan leaving his lips. He’s staining the comforter with precum, but that’s what washing machines are for. 

It won’t be the only stain on the bed by the time you’re done with him. 

You slide the plug into place, the silicone tail perky in the air. He wiggles his hips, the tail wagging back and forth. 

You hum, pleased by the sight. “My cute little puppy.” You praise him before grabbing the fluffy ears from the box. You’ve always preferred them over the more traditional mask. You want to see his cute face as you make him beg to cum. 

He slides off the edge of the bed, sitting back on his knees. A breathy moan leaves his lips as the plug shifts inside him, the tail moving as he clenches around it. His cock is bright red and hard, and you’re sure you could see it pulsing with need if you looked close enough. You put the ears on him, stepping back to stare at him. 

What a beautiful sight he makes. 

“You were a bad boy.” You say as you close the box, moving it off the bed. “Humping your bed like a needy little pup.” 

“Am a needy pup.” He whines, hips bucking the air in desperation. 

“Naughty pups deserve punishment.” You ignore his words, moving to stand in front of him at the end of the bed. “You only get to watch.” 

His eyes widen as you begin to unbutton your shirt, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Your nipples pebble in the cool air as you untuck your shirt, undoing the last buttons before slipping it off your shoulders. You toss it on the floor before undoing your pants, sliding them down your legs. He lets out a whine as your lacy panties are revealed, blue just like your bra. He shifts on his knees again as you sit yourself on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs. 

The lace is damp from your arousal, darkening the fabric. He licks his lips as you rub your damp slit over the lace. He loves lace, the sight of it enough to make his cock leak. He can cum untouched like a needy teenager if you get him worked up enough. You're tempted to do it, make him cum all over himself before he gets to touch you. 

That feels like too much of a reward. 

“You don't cum until mommy does.” You command, moving the lace to the side to drag a finger through your slit. 

He licks his lips, watching your shiny juices smear all over your skin as you rub your hand over your pussy. He’s enraptured, forgetting himself as he stares at your fingers and the way you spread yourself open for him to see. You’re doing it on purpose, goading him and distracting him to make him forget himself. All the more sweet torture for him. 

You stop your hand, covering your pussy from his sight. “I gave you an order.” You say, your voice stern. 

“Yes, mommy.” He stutters out, eyes still glued between your legs. “Don’t cum until ye do.” 

“Good boy.” You praise him, opening your legs wider. 

You circle your clit with a finger as you stare at him, those big blue eyes locked in on your hand between your legs. He’s picturing himself doing it, his fingers dragging through your folds, smearing your slick everywhere. You can tell by the way his fingers twitch where they rest on his thighs. He wants to taste you so badly he might start drooling soon. 

You won’t let him have it yet, sliding your hand down to press a finger into your pussy. You moan softly as you work your finger in, knowing you’ll need to prepare yourself regardless to take his thick cock. You can take it without preparation, but he’s far too eager to be gentle tonight, to take his time. 

You slip a second finger into your pussy, your head falling back as you fuck yourself with your fingers. Johnny shifts on his knees, hands curling into fists where they rest on his thighs. The wet sound fills the air as you thrust your fingers in and out, toes curling. You’ve been waiting for this as much as he has, your pussy throbbing for the last hour now. Still you pull your fingers from your pussy before you can cum, resting them against your inner thigh, spreading juices on your skin. Johnny is drooling now, his chin wet as his mouth hangs open just slightly. You can’t help but chuckle as you stare at him. 

Needy thing. 

You push yourself back up, staring at his cock for a moment. It looks painful, the nice side of you wanting to take pity on him, have mercy. This night is about him after all. It is his birthday. 

“Come here and make me cum.” You say, holding the lace out of the way. 

He doesn't hesitate as he crawls forward, immediately pressing his face against your folds. His tongue darts out, licking at your damp lips like the eager pup he is. He flicks his tongue over your clit, your stomach clenching at the warm sensation. He holds your gaze as he licks and sucks at your clit, slurping sloppily at the sensitive numb. Your lips are parted as you pant and moan, your hand lifting to grip his mohawk, pressing him harder against your pussy. He doesn’t complain, slick wetting his skin as he suckles at your clit, the sensations almost too much. 

“Gonna cum...” You moan. “Make mommy cum!”

He sucks harder at your clit, flicking it with his tongue over and over. You cum quickly, thighs squeezing around his head. Your hips grind against his face, your hand tightening in his mohawk, holding him in place. 

“Fuck....” You moan, his tongue still working at your clit, pushing you towards overstimulation. 

You have to tug him away from your pussy, your body shaking from the near overstimulation. His face is shiny, his mouth still parted as he stares up at you. You press your fingers against his tongue, his lips closing around them, licking the remnants of your juices off them. 

“Stand up.” You say, pulling your fingers free. 

He does as he’s told, standing over you. His cock is right in front of you, hard and throbbing. You spit on your hand before you wrap your fingers around him, smearing your spit all over his length. He groans, his hips thrusting as you begin to move your hand, jerking him off. 

“Gonna cum for mommy?” You ask, precum dripping around his foreskin. 

“Gonnae cum.” He moans, hips thrusting in time with your hand. “Don’t stop, please!” 

You don’t have any plans to, picking up the pace of your hand as you stare up at him. His cum is hot as it splatters against your chest, painting your skin as he moans low and deep. You pump him through his orgasm, milking every last drop out of him. He’s nowhere near done for the night, cock still hard in your hand. 

You release him, leaning back on the bed again. “You made quite the mess, pup. Clean it up.” 

He drops to his knees in front of you, leaning forward over you. His arms wrap around you as he begins to lick his cum from your skin. His tongue is warm as it trails over your skin, lapping at the streaks of cum across your chest, making sure to get every last drop of it. He follows the trail of it down to your stomach, stopping to suck at one of your nipples through the lace. You let him do it, moaning softly at the sensation. He trails his lips down your body to your thighs, licking up his cum as he goes. 

He tries to push your thighs apart but you tsk at him, nudging him gently with your foot. “I’ve got something better for you.” You sit up straight on the edge of the bed, putting you nearly face to face with him. You grip him by the collar, pulling him up so you can stare into his eyes, your breath mixing with his. “I want you to breed me.” 

“What?” He breathes, the puppy brain slipping just for a moment. 

He goes still, his eyes widening. He searches your face for a moment, looking for any sign of hesitation or even a sign of mirth as you tell him you’re joking. You’re not. You rarely let him cum inside you, usually making him finish on your stomach before making him clean you up. He likes it too much, stuffing you full of his cum. You usually save it for special occasions like this one. 

You pull away as you shift on the bed, kneeling on the edge before bending down, arching your back to push your ass into his face. “You heard me. Be a good boy and breed me.” 

“Screaming Jesus.” He curses before rising to his feet, his hand falling to your hip. 

He slips his cock under your panties, thrusting it through the lace and your damp folds for a moment. You moan softly as his head catches on your clit, your hips pushing back against him. You've been thinking about this all day. It had been a rough day at work as your mind was only filled with thoughts of his cock inside of you. The temptation to slip into the bathroom and rub one out had been strong, but you didn't want to make things harder for you or him. 

You arch your back more as he pulls his cock back, pressing his tip against your hole. The comforter bunches as your hands sink into the fabric, holding on for dear life as his thick cock presses into you. You moan as he stretches you, rocking his hips to sink deeper and deeper. The stretch is always delicious, his cock like a bonus reward for choosing him as your puppy. Not just that, he knows how to use it. 

He folds himself over your back as soon as he’s seated inside you, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. His hands come to rest by your head, pushing himself deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck...that’s it puppy.” You moan, squeezing around him as he continues to rut into you like an eager pup. 

He is an eager pup. 

Your hands grip his wrists for support as his cock drags against that spot inside of you with every movement of his hips. He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against your ass. You’re the one almost drooling now as he rocks your body with his thrusts. He shifts, his knees coming to rest beside yours on the bed, pushing himself deeper into you. 

“God, fucking yes!” You moan, squeezing around his cock. 

He’s close, grunting in your ear as he ruts against you. You can picture his tail flopping back and forth, wagging excitedly as he finally fucks you after weeks of denying him your pussy. 

“Mommy. Mommy.” He moans desperately. “Please, can I cum? Please let me cum.” 

“Cum for me puppy.” You moan as his thrusts become sloppy and desperate. “Be a good boy and cum in me.” 

His cum is warm as it spurts into you, his hips jerking before stilling as he spills into you with a whine. His cock is twitching inside of you, spilling the last of his cum before he pulls out. He moves off of your back, gripping your waist before he flips you over onto your back. You can’t find it in you to reprimand him for manhandling you, one of the rare moments he’ll take control while still in his puppy brain. 

“Gonnae breed ye mommy.” He grunts, slotting his body between your thighs. You haven’t cum yet and he knows that. “Gonnae fill ye right up till ye burst.” 

Fuck. 

You can’t do anything but moan as he shoves your panties to the side again, thrusting right into you before very much of his cum slips out of you. He fucks it back into you, his pace fast and hard. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down against you. You can see the tip of his tail flicking back and forth from the force of his thrusts, your legs shaking as you grip his collar. 

“Such a good boy.” You moan, thighs squeezing around his hips. “Such a good puppy for mommy.” 

“‘M yer good boy.” He moans, pressing his face into your neck. “Good puppy for mommy.” 

“Gonna make me cum?” You whine, getting closer and closer to the edge with every slap of his hips against your clit. He’s close again, whining as you squeeze around him. 

“Please,” He whines, his pace stuttering. “Please cum mommy.” 

You can hardly deny him as your back arches, body shaking as you cum around him. Your limbs coil around him like a snake, holding him in you as your fluttering walls force another orgasm from him. He spills into you again, spurting more cum into your pussy. You moan at the feeling, reaching up to pet his damp mohawk. He’s shaking over you, tail vibrating in the air. The night is far from over, his cock already growing hard inside of you again. 

You’re going to call in the morning and book those spa days. 

You continue to pet his hair as he grinds against you, humping you like a needy puppy. You press your face against the side of his, lips brushing his ear as you pant against his sweaty skin. 

“Good boy.” 

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

reader working as a part of the crew and her and IV thinking they are sneaky with their "hidden" relationship by sneaking around each other before and after the shows with kisses and stuff but in end everyone already knows and just makes them think they are doing a good job. I just need Ivy fluff 🥺

Not a secret

It wasn’t that you had a genuine reason to sneak around. There were no rules that band team members to mingle with each other. It just… it all felt so new. Too new. And being in that little bubble felt more secure even if you wanted to scream all about it. You were just finishing sorting out iii’s gear when you felt two arms sneaking around your middle.

“Hey”, Ivy muttered, pulling you closer into his chest. His lips leaving soft kisses against your neck. “Hi”, you mused back, letting your body melt against his. His fingers softly turned your head as he pressed his lips against yours. “Ivy”, you muttered in warning, pulling back.

“Quick one”, he whispered, leaning in once again. “Hands off”, you tapped your palm against his chest, stepping away from him only for Ivy to grab your hips as he pulled you closer to him, caging you against the wall. “You like it”, he smirked, letting his fingers trace your jaw. “Yes, but not here”, you pointed out, letting yourself glance around the corridor.

“You didn’t come to see me all day”, Ivy shook his head. And you haven’t. The preparation for the concert tonight had been chaotic, to say the least. You had felt your phone vibrating in your backpack but you simply haven’t had the time to check it. “I had to help out iii”, you shrugged, letting your arms fall over Ivy’s shoulders. “Don’t like the sound of that”, he shook his head, “will have Billy switching with you”. You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Cause that’s not sus at all”. Ivy shrugged, “No just a switch to test your strength”. “Mhm…”, you hummed shaking your head.

“You smell so nice”, Ivy muttered again your shoulders, “Ivy…”, you warned him once more yet your fingers moved to run over his neck, softly scratching his skin. “Let me breathe you in”, he grumbled, going all dog sniffing mode similar to what Cinnamon his lab did every time you came back home. “You’re insane”, you giggled, “You better be sleeping in my bed tonight”, he muttered looking back up at you. “You know that I'm sharing with the girls it would be so weird”, you shook your head. “I can’t sleep when you’re not in my arms”, he whined, snuggling up against your shoulder.

“I can…”, but you didn’t get to finish as the sound of the side door opening filled the hallway. You quickly ducked behind the boxes, Ivy leaning against the crates as if he was just randomly chilling in the middle of the hallway. “Another sound check in 10, man”, ii walked straight past, chuckling to himself. “Yeah, on my way now”, Ivy cleared his throat. “Hair is a bit messy”, iii pulled at Iv’s hair. “Yn, you could do better than that, love”, your body froze as you watched him slowly leaning over the box. II’s laughter filled the hallway. Iii slowly waved at you before tapping iv on his chest and walking away. “The fuck just happened”, you whispered. “I think they know”, iv muttered, sinking to sit beside you. “But we were so…”, the sound of more footsteps made you both fall silent again. “Hey, lovebirds”, Vessel shot you both a wink as he walked past. “Yeah, they know…”, you sighed. “So you are sleeping in my bed tonight right?”, Ivy asked, making you shove at his shoulder lightly.

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Fourth of July

Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: Sam hated you, it was evident in the way that he spoke to you every time you saw him, but one Fouth of July weekend, everything changes.

Warnings: smut, adult themes, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers, profanity, drinking, mean Sam, soft Sam

18+, MINORS DNI

Your tyres crunched along the gravel as you navigated across the parking lot, until you found the perfect wide space for your Land Rover Defender. You parked up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and making your way to the trunk. You open it up, your furry little companion barking with excitement, scrunching his nose and panting.

“Hey, boy! Ready for a weekend of adventure?” You giggle, ruffling the curls on the top of his head. He jumps down from the car and runs alongside you, looking up every so often to make sure you’re still there. You’re back in Michigan for the Fourth of July weekend, celebrating as usual with your best friends at a cabin your rent every year for the festivities. As you round the corner, you spot a familiar face. Sighing, you prepare yourself for whatever he has in store for you today. He’s bent down, picking up crates of beer to take into the cabin, but peers up as he hears your boots traipsing through the stony ground.

“What are you doing here?” He rolls his eyes, pushing his hair back as it falls around his face.

“I come here every year, Sam. You know that.” You frown, already finding his presence unbearable.

“Just thought you might be busy this year.” He mumbles.

“Well I’m not. Would it kill you to not be a total jackass for like, five minutes?” You throw your hands up, exasperated. This wasn’t how you wanted your weekend to begin, especially after the week from hell you’d just endured.

“That wouldn’t be very me of me, would it?” He scoffs, smirking slightly.

“No, it certainly would not.”

He cocks his head to the side, still sporting that infuriating smirk. “What, no smartass remark?”

You sigh, rubbing your hand across your forehead. “I don’t have the energy for you today, Sam. Why don’t you just pretend like I’m not here, avoid me and I’ll avoid you.”

His smirk suddenly vanishes from his face, replaced with an expression you can’t quite read. He stands, taking a step towards you.

“You ok?”

You recoil slightly, taking a step back and almost tripping over your dog. “Yes. Fine. I’ll be better when you leave me alone. Where are your brothers, anyway?” You tap your fingers impatiently against your thigh, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to end. Your eyes scan the front of the cabin, finding no one else’s presence.

“Inside setting up. Why, you trying to ditch me already?”

You scoff, your arms raising from your sides to cross over the front of your torso. “Ditch you? Sam, we never speak, let alone hang out together. You literally just asked me why I’m even here. So yeah, I’m looking for your brothers because they actually like me.”

He just stands there, staring at you with the same expression painted on his face. You raise your eyebrows at him, confusion taking hold at his out-of-character behaviour. In the 6 years you’ve known him, he’s never once asked you if you’re ok. He doesn’t take an interest in you, and is never nice.

“I’m really not in the mood for this today. Please, can we not do this.”

He looks momentarily defeated, but quickly shakes it off with a shrug of his shoulders. He bends back down, picking up the crate of beer. Thank god for that. You take that as the end of the conversation, so move past him quickly and turn the handle to the door of the cabin, letting yourself in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You call out into the foyer. It only takes a fleeting moment for a mess of dark brown curls to round the corner, running directly to you and lifting you up into his toned arms.

“Peach!” He hollers at you, spinning you around.

“Daniel! Careful of Hendrix!” You giggle, holding onto his shoulders tightly.

He puts you down, placing a kiss to your cheek, then bends down to fuss over your dog.

“Henny, my man! You’re just as handsome as the last time I saw you, buddy!”

Hendrix wastes no time flopping down onto his back, showcasing his tummy eagerly. Danny obliges, giving plenty of loving pets.

“When did you get here?”

He looks up at you from the floor, still running his hands over Hendrix’s fluffy coat. “Like, twenty minutes ago? Got unloaded pretty quickly. Sam is just helping Jake fill up the bar, fuck knows where Josh is.”

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You grin, watching as Josh enters the room, his arms outstretched to you.

“Beautiful girl, how are you?” He coos into your ear as he envelopes you in a bear hug.

“Could be better, but let’s not fixate on that. I’m here to have a good time with my best friends.”

“But we can talk about it at some point right?” He pulls back slightly, giving you a concerned look.

“Maybe, but not now. Please.”

Just like always, your saving grace plods into the room. Jake pushes the sunglasses that are sat low on his nose up into his hair, smiling brightly at you.

“I thought I felt the temperature raise, the sunshine has returned. Hi, sugar.” He places his hands onto your shoulders, giving you the once over before kissing your cheek softly.

“Hi Jacob.” You giggle, scrunching your nose.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changes. You look up to see Sam stood in the doorway, his steely expression fixed on you. You audibly sigh, feeling deflated again after such a warm reception.

“I’m uh, gunna go get a drink.”

You exit the room hastily, making a beeline for the bar. You find a lowball, fill it with ice, then pour yourself some neat whiskey. The good kind that Jake always keeps generously stocked. You swirl the amber liquid around in the glass, then take a hearty glug, savouring the burn as it slips down your throat. You take a few centering breaths, but are interrupted when you feel a presence in the room with you. It moves from the door to beside you, a pair of hands reaching out to grasp the bottle of whiskey.

“Didn’t know you liked this stuff.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Sam.” You huff, taking another swig from your glass. “I wasn’t joking when I said I’m not in the mood for you and your attitude today.”

He leans on the counter next to you. “I’m not trying to have an attitude with you now though, am I?”

“Makes a change.”

He smirks at you, pissing you off even further. “Sam. I said I’m not in the mood, leave me alone. I’ve-” You sigh loudly, raking your hands through your hair. “Never mind…”

Sam places his hand on your arm, causing you to turn and face him in shock. His face softens for a moment, then turns more serious. “No… what were you going to say?”

You feel yourself reaching boiling point, your hand darting out to grasp onto your glass as you knock back the rest of your whiskey. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slamming the lowball down onto the counter. “Fine, you wanna know so badly? I’ve had a really shitty week. My boyfriend broke up with me and now I have to move out of my apartment. Happy now? You wanna give me some sort of snide comment about how he must be so happy to be rid of me? Go ahead, Sam. I’m all fucking ears.” You grit your teeth, bracing yourself.

Sam clenches his jaw, his eyes studying your face intricately. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing within his throat. He’s just standing there, looking at you. What a fucking prick.

“Are you really just gunna stand there and stare at me?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, like he’s deciding on if he should say something or not. You’re tired of waiting now, so you begin to push past him to leave the room and find solace amongst real friends. That is, until his hand darts out and firmly grabs onto your wrist.

“Wait.” He mumbles.

You tug on your arm, but it’s no use. He’s got a vice-like grip onto you. Tears sting in your eyes, a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Sam, what are you doing?! Let me go.”

His eyes widen and he loosens his grip ever so slightly. “Please, I don’t want you to go. I’m sorry.”

Your face contorts, your confusion displayed clearly across it as you struggle to figure out on earth is going on. “You don’t want me to go? Why? Fucking hell, Sam, you’re giving me whiplash.”

“I, uh-, I don’t like seeing you sad.” He mumbles, his fingers now rubbing along the pulse point of your wrist.

“What the fuck has gotten into you? That’s bullshit, and you know it.” You spit, feeling the fury rising within your stomach.

Sam’s face falls, he looks genuinely upset by your words. “That’s not true.”

You frown at him, your eyes scanning his face for any sign of deceit but you find that he’s actually being genuine for once. “Then why are you so mean to me all the time?”

He swallows again, seemly caught in an internal battle. His eyes dart around the area, looking at anything but you.

“You know what, Sam? If you can’t answer me then I have nothing more to say to you.” You had lost all patience at this point, wanting nothing more than to rejoin the others. You attempted to snatch your wrist back, but Sam’s grip tightens once more.

“You want to know why I’m so mean to you?”

“Obviously, hence me asking.” You roll your eyes.

“Because it’s the only way I could make sure you thought about me.”

You furrow your brow. “What?”

He takes a deep breath. “I’ve never had your full attention. You’re always distracted by other people, always laughing and joking and having fun with anyone but me. But when I’m mean, you look at me. You notice me.” He whispers.

“Sam, you’re confusing me so much. Why don’t you just talk to me like a normal person?”

“Because I don’t know how to!” He raises his voice, slamming his hand down onto the counter. “I was afraid of getting closer to you. Afraid of rejection. I pushed you away because I didn’t want to admit how I’m feeling. How I’ve felt all this fucking time.”

Your eyes widen, the pieces slowly coming together to form the whole picture. “How you were… feeling?”

“I like you, ok? A lot.” He rubs his hand across his face.

“You… like me?”

“Christ, Y/N. Of course I fucking like you. I just never wanted you to know, so I’ve acted like a total ass.”

You stand there, staring blankly at the man before you who has just given you the most open and vulnerable conversation ever, revealing that he has feelings for you.

“Please say something.” He mutters.

“I… I don’t know what to say. I’ve spent all this time thinking you hated me, now you’re telling me you like me? This is so overwhelming.”

“I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. I’m sorry.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

Oh, god. Forever. Like, a stupidly long time.”

“And you never thought to say anything to me, at all?”

Sam lets out a dry laugh. “I thought about it, but then I saw how you are with my brothers, with Daniel. The way you light up a room. How nice you are to everyone. I knew I’d just drag you down, or not be good enough for you. Then you started dating that dickhead. So I kept it to myself and did what I could to get you out of my head. But it never worked.”

“So why are you telling me now?”

“I don’t really know, I guess it just kinda came out. I felt bad that I’d upset you while you’re going through shit.” He steps closer to you, the scent of his cologne taking over your senses completely. It’s so undeniably Sam, earthy and musky, reminiscent of the incense he frequently burns. You feel yourself gravitating towards him, like there’s a magnetic pull between the two of you. He notices the proximity, so reaches out and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sammy.” You whisper.

You hear his breath hitch in his throat. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispers. His fingers are still in your hair, trailing down to stroke against the side of your face.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Sam swallows thickly, before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

You take a deep breath, about to spill your own truth. “When I first met you, when I was over at Danny’s house that day, I had the biggest crush on you. I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever laid eyes on. To begin with, you were nice to me, but then you turned so suddenly. It kinda broke my heart, y’know. I’ve spent so many years trying to chisel away at you, hoping that someday you’d stop hating me. But you never did.” You sigh, feeling extremely vulnerable.

Sam grimaces, his thumb ghosting over the shell of your ear. “I was just terrified of my feelings. I’m so sorry, I’ll never stop being sorry. I acted like such a dickhead.”

Before you can stop yourself, your hand darts up to Sam’s face, cupping his cheek. He sucks in a sharp breath, the proximity between you both now considerably smaller. He moves his hand from the side of your face to the back of your neck, massaging his fingers into the nape. Your lips part slightly at the feeling, and you watch as his eyes darken.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He says in a low growl. His face is now only inches away from yours. You can feel his breath, hot and fragrant with the lingering scent of the Topo Chico he had whilst unpacking. In a moment of weakness, you close the gap. Your lips brush against his lightly, eliciting a groan from deep inside his chest. He kisses you back, his grip on your neck growing tighter. His lips move against yours desperately, like he would perish without the contact. He steps forward, pushing you up against the counter. You let out a soft whine into his mouth as the kiss deepens, your hands sliding up the back of his shirt and tracing patterns on his soft skin. You feel him shudder under your touch, pulling you closer and enveloping you in him. His tongue begs for entrance into your mouth, and you oblige, letting it mingle with yours.

Suddenly, you pull back. Your eyes widen as you realise what’s happening, and the speed in which it is. “Sam, what are we doing?”

“I have no idea, but I don’t want it to stop.” He mutters, his arms still wrapped around you.

You feel conflicted. One the one hand, this is something that you’ve secretly always wanted. But on the other, you found it hard to just forget the years of torment that he had put you through. “I don’t know if I can do this. You really hurt me over the years, regardless of how I felt about you.”

Sam frowns. “Please.” He murmurs, his hands gripping into you. “Please, just let me prove that I’m not an asshole. Let me make it up to you. I know I don’t deserve it, believe me I do. Just give me a chance to show you what I can really be like.”

You rest your forehead on his. “I don’t know. God, you make it so hard to say no.”

He closes his eyes. “Then don’t, angel.”

Something inside of you snaps at the pet name, igniting a raging inferno. “Fuck it.” You snake your hands up to his face, pulling him closer and kissing his lips hungrily. His hands drop down to your hips, gripping onto them firmly as he yanks you into him. His desire for you is on full display, evident in the way that he’s kissing you back.

“God, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this.” He whispers between kisses.

You hitch your leg up around his waist and his hand moves to cradle your thigh. You feel your body growing hotter as the situation unfolds, the pressure in the pit of your stomach almost unbearable. His lips drift from yours and down onto your neck, lightly nipping against the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, which he seems to enjoy judging by how he’s straining against you.

“Take me to your room.” You pant.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He bends and picks you up in one swift movement, your legs wrapping around him as he hurries across the hall and through the bedroom door. He throws you down onto the bed, a menacing look in his eye.

“Are we really doing this?”

“I fucking hope so. Only if you’re comfortable with it, angel.”

You grab onto him, pulling him down onto the bed. You climb over, straddling his lap and pressing yourself down onto him, feeling every inch of his body.

“You feel so good. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve imagined you like this.”

You begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, gazing down at him. “Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

He lets out a shaky breath as you begin to trail your lips down his neck. “I- fuck. I think about what it would feel like to have your hands on me, what you’d sound like when I find all the right spots, how you’d say my name breathlessly.”

“Like this?” You coo, splaying your hands across his now bare torso, grinding down onto him as you dig your nails in lightly.

He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands grasping at the hemline of your t-shirt. You lift your arms up to allow him better access, feeling the material slide up and over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra today, which leaves you entirely naked from the waist up.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He leans forward and sucks your nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue lapping over the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the contact, a soft whimper falling from your lips.

“God, those pretty noises. You drive me crazy, Y/N.”

“Keep it up and you’ll hear more.” You smirk.

His eyes rake over your body hungrily as he explores you with his hands, getting to know every inch. “I’m going to savour every goddamn second of this.” He growls, flipping you over so that your back is pressed against the mattress. You writhe against him, the electricity of the atmosphere zapping in your ears and all over your body with every touch. Every brush of his fingers against your skin sends shockwaves through you. Your thumb drifts up to his bottom lip, pulling it down lightly. He takes it into his mouth and bites the tip, causing your eyes to flutter back into your head. He manoeuvres himself down the bed, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts. He pulls them down slowly, then makes light work of sliding your panties over your hips. He bunches them up into his hand, putting them in his pocket.

“Souvenir.” He winks.

“You’re gross!” You giggle, pulling him towards you for another kiss. You feel your jaw fly open as he drags his middle finger up through your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“It’s all for you.” You breath.

A low growl rumbles from his chest as he begins to work circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb. You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling blossoming between your legs, Sam getting you exactly where you need to be at a frightening pace. You begin to claw at his belt buckle, but he grabs onto your wrist and pins it up above your head.

“This is about you right now, angel.” He clicks his tongue, quickening his fingers as you squirm beneath him. You’ve always wondered how it would feel to be at the hands of Sam. You used to watch in awe as he picked away at his bass on stage, the way he’d throw his head back when he got lost in the music. He was exceptionally talented with his hands, and now you were finding out about the other side of his skill. As you’re transfixed on the feeling, you don’t realise he’s now lowered himself down even further until his tongue makes contact with your clit. You gasp, bundling your hands into his silky waves. He focuses his tongue on your sweet spot, whilst pumping two fingers in and out of you, curling up to reach where you need it most. You’re unravelling rapidly, your breaths laboured as he coaxes your climax from you.

“Sammmm.” You whine.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. M’gunna take care of you like I always should have.”

You feel your legs shudder as his words tip you over the edge. He works you through it steadily, his lips ghosting over your neck and collarbones. You sigh softly, then prop yourself up onto your elbows.

“Take your fucking pants off.”

Sam looks momentarily taken aback by your brashness, but its quickly replaced as a devious grin spreads across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

He stands and fulfils your request, unbuckling his belt and letting it thud to the floor. He pops the button and unzips, sliding the pants over this thighs and letting them pool around his ankles. He steps out, kicking them backwards and stands proudly in front of you.

“Lose the boxers, too.”

He smirks, flicking his fingers into the waistband and taking them off, meeting the same fate as his pants in a pile behind him. God, he’s gorgeous.

You beckon him towards you with your finger, looking up at him with lust filled eyes. He moves to hover over you, but you wag your finger in front of his face. “On the bed next to me.”

He lays down beside you and you raise up onto your thighs, climbing over and straddling him. His eyes widen as you take him into your hand, pumping a few times, then line him up with your entrance and slide down onto him until he’s filled you completely. He lets out a strangled cry, his hands flying up to grip into the meat of your hips. You begin to lift up, starting with an agonisingly slow pace. Sam’s eyes meet yours, pleading for further movement.

“Oh, you want more?” You tease, changing pace immediately and bouncing up and down with force.

“Fuck!” He chokes, his fingernails digging into your skin, marking you for days to come. He drives up to meet you, the tension in the air thick as your sweaty bodies blend together effortlessly. Everything is a blur as you both reach your peaks together, your movements becoming sloppy as the pleasure consumes you. His hand snakes up between your breasts and grips around your throat, constricting the blood flow and making your head feel deliciously fuzzy. Your walls begin to flutter, so Sam reaches forward and teases your clit, his left hand still wrapped tightly around your neck. He stares into your eyes, his pupils blown wide, mouthing cum for me. You let out an obscene moan, tipping your head back in ecstasy as the pleasure washes over you like the sunshine on a summer’s day. Sam’s hands fly to your hips, pulling you down onto him roughly as he reaches his own release.

“Holy shit.” He gasps as he twitches inside you.

You press your forehead to his and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispers, sweat dripping down his brow. He kisses your lips with a newfound passion, letting his tongue swipe against your bottom lip. You place your fingertips gently on his cheeks, tracing them down to his jawline.

“I forgive you.” You smile, watching his face light up.

He kisses you again, over and over. “Thank you. Thank you.” He chants, squeezing you impossibly hard as you giggle in his arms.

“I suppose we should uh, clean ourselves up and re-join the others.” You chuckle.

“Yeah, they probably think we’ve killed each other.” Sam grins.

You both re-dress, using the bathroom in Sam’s room to fix your hair and smudged make-up, then exit the room one by one. As you enter the living area, you’re met with 3 pairs of eyes staring at you. You give them a sheepish smile, rubbing your elbow nervously.

“Fucking finally.” Jake smirks.

You throw your head in your hands, your face flushing the deepest shade of crimson. Sam bristles beside you as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You owe me $20, cough up!” Jake nudges Josh, who is rolling his eyes.

“You guys made a bet?!” You scold, glaring at them.

“Oh honey, this bet has been going on for longer than you can imagine.” Josh laughs, sending you a wink.

“Yeah, yeah. Can we not. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” Sam places his arm around you, causing all of the hairs on your body stand to attention. The display of affection in front of his brothers is truly heartwarming, and you know in that moment you made the right decision.

“Shall we go grab a drink?” He whispers, smiling down at you.

“I’d love that.”

As you walk off into the kitchen, you hear the muffled sounds of the three boys engaged in a lively conversation.

“I always knew they’d find each other one day.”

~

To be continued… ?

[ofallthingsnasty]

a/n: Someone asked for more of Doflamingo's family pet - unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, but as I actually keep a physical list of all the asks I need to get to, it hasn't been lost! I hope this finds its way to you, anon 😘💖

tags: heavy dehumanization, weird pet metaphors, unreliable narrator, noncon, violence, minors dni, death (not yours), fat gn reader, vomit mention, read the tags and read them twice, just some thoughts

word count: 1.1k

Doflamingo thinks himself a good owner.

You're clean, well-groomed, clothed, fed and loved. Entertained, too. He stuffs you into your crate only at night - even if he has to leave you behind (which he rarely does), you stay with the rest of the family, not in that little cage. He's responsible. Loving. Tender.

But even he can forget about some things.

Maybe it should have been obvious, since you haven't been neutered. But to his defense, it's rather easy to forget that you, when stripped down, are just a mammal - blunt little teeth, yappy antics and bug-eyed, watery stares fool him so easily, make you sexless and too cute to have any needs of your own. And with his frequent appetites sated and you chewing through the leather of his newest chaise, you're just his mutt, feisty but spoiled. And really, who likes to think about their precious little darling dog being aroused? Not him, that's for sure. You're supposed to be something soft to spoil, something to lighten up his days.

Unfortunately, his pesky habit of kicking you whenever you drool just a little too much on his expensive pants (among other things) leads to the discovery of uncomfortable truths. One peculiarly placed hit, and something happens that he never expected - you yelp in pain, and then it climbs out of your throat, grotesque and breathy. A moan. And suddenly, something occurs to him. Makes him go down the lane of unsavory thoughts he never wanted to have when it comes to you.

He has neglected you. Greatly.

In all these years, he has been nothing but selfish - always enjoyed someone hanging off his arm, someone to warm his bed - while you had gone without, never had the possibility to get some relief. That's why you're getting winded over a simple kick to your crotch, poor, pathetic little thing. It's so wrong, so fucking depraved - he didn't train you to be so needy, to have to find pleasure in something so brutish. Yet here you are. Writhing in pain and something else as you try to shield your most sensitive parts from further intrusions.

He's suddenly going silent, brooding above you. Something needs to be done, he realizes.

The answer seems obvious - he should get you someone you can play around with, to let off steam, to indulge in the cruder parts of your nature. At first, the thought is appalling, but the more he ruminates and lets different scenarios play in his head, the more he sees that it has to be done. And it could be quite a bit of fun for him as well, if done correctly.

Arrangements are made almost too easily.

It's only fair that he gets you someone from that heap of trash you called your home. Maybe you even knew each other, before he found a place on his lap for you - it matters not, as long as the specimen is someone you would have fucked way back when he first took you. Doflamingo figures the man is up to your tastes, picks someone who looks healthy and strong. After all, he only wants the best for you - if he gets to pick his entertainment du jour, why shouldn't he at least get you someone appealing? (He also doesn't need any suspicious activity on Dressrosa, especially because he doesn't intend to have the man turned into a toy. He has his own visions for this - but that's not for little lap dogs like you to know.)

The male is taken, Doflamingo's room prepared and you - naive, stupid, and stunted that you are - follow him as you always do and walk right into his trap. It's nothing elaborate, really. But it does the job. Just the bound male, a flick of his wrist to restrain and oh-

He can play with the two of you like puppets. Of course, you're all confused. He rarely (if ever) uses his powers on you, so the sudden restraints feel like some sort of betrayal. Your big eyes question him, looking somehow even more pathetic underlined by your fat cheeks. He doesn't know if he should tut or laugh at you, that's how delicious your expression is - and it gets better and better as he tears your flimsy, carefully picked out pants apart. You are so utterly shocked, so taken by surprise it looks like you're short-circuiting. Only when the bigger man pounces on you - because Doflamingo is making him do so - you try to kick, bite, scratch, suddenly coming back to reality. But poor little fat pup, you're breathless and limp after a few minutes of struggle against his restraints and heave out your tears when your breath leaves you behind. Your fat ass up in the air, you can do very little with the way he's holding you in position.

You have to let it happen, even as the snot pools on the floor.

It's for your own good. And to his great amusement. He keeps you like this, makes the man mount you, fuck you, defile you - keeps intently watching the scene in front of him, the way you blubber and cry out. It's kind of cute, really - you're both crying. Like some grotesque version of two young lovers taking each other's virginity, you're both stuttering out apologies and clutching what is closest to you, even if that is your ass in his case.

It gets boring rather quickly, though. And rather tiring on the hands, too.

So he lets the male go - who gets cross-eyed faster than he can realize he's been freed because there is suddenly a pistol aimed directly at his forehead. If he was crying before, he's downright hysterical now. It doesn't leave you unfazed, either - Doflamingo's precious little mutt is suddenly deadly silent, too afraid to squeak out even a tiny moan. A precious sight to him. Especially when the man finally pumps his load into you, his orgasm flat and fast and unsatisfying, because it's ripped from him entirely due to the way his body functions, not because this is in any way enjoyable to him. Doflamingo smiles as the male huffs out a sigh, weighing himself in a moment of false security and-

He pulls the trigger.

You scream - but only a second later, only when the man goes limp above you, only when blood and brains splatter all over your back. You scream and scream and scream until you're hoarse, until your voice gets wet underneath the vomit that suddenly leaves you. Doflamingo would click his tongue at the sight if he wasn't so busy laughing at your predicament. Really, he had forgotten how fun it is to terrorize you a little, had forgotten how quaint it can be when your stupid face goes from empty stupidity to sheer and utter fear, the kind one can taste on their tongue. You can be so entertaining when pushed a little and he can't help but revel in the tiniest sliver of nostalgia as he looks at you, beaten down and traumatized like the day he took you.

Still, he's getting you neutered the next chance he gets.

[dincrypt]

Dad and The Dog

Summary: This.

Content: Fluff. Puppy antics.

Note: Re posting my most popular fic since I’ve decided to emerge from hibernation lol

“If it pisses on my floor once, it's gone.”

A tiny gasp escaped the mouth of your son, his already enormous eyes stretching with concern. You round on Din, bringing a protective hand over the mouth of Grogu’s pod.

“Din,” you chastise, not at all gentle. “Don’t say that! She’s a puppy, accidents are bound to happen!”

From behind your hand, a fuzzy white head popped out, panting so hard it looked like a smile, and barked in Din’s direction. Grogu gave a little cry and tugged his new pet back into the safety of the pod.

Your family was heading back to your ship after an eventful and productive trip to the market, all of you - except for one - ecstatic with the results.

“It’s going to get big you know,” Din pointed out, not even turning around as he stalked forward.

“The man said she’s an Anooba cross. She’ll be smaller than normal,” you countered, reaching back to rub a pair of perky white ears. Grogu grabbed handfuls of her fur protectively as he eyed Din, face somewhere between an adorable attempt at intimidation and a downright pout.

You could hear Din grumbling under his breath, pressing a control on his vambrace as you approached the ship. “Sure, crossed with a Massiff for all we know…”

You ignored him to help Grogu and his new puppy climb out of the pod. Two sets of miniature feet took off up the ramp. She immediately set about exploring her new home, nose to the floor as she ran in a zigzag, tiny owner right on her heels.

“Hey, keep that thing contained,” Din snapped as he followed them, pressing a button to close the hatch.

You sighed and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you tried softly, hoping to diffuse the frustration clearly boiling under that armor. “Why are you being like that? I thought you liked dogs?”

“I do,” he argued. “Just not in a small space full of important things that can be chewed or peed on.”

“I’m sure your five crates of sonic charges can handle a little puppy teeth,” you said with an eye roll.

Din tilted his head, and years of reading a blank visor told you of his exasperation. You smiled and reached up to pull his helmet off, revealing the long suffering frown you expected. Setting it aside, you placed soft hands on his cheeks, running your thumbs back and forth.

“Come on. He needs this. Didn’t you just say a while back it would be nice for him to have someone his own size to play with?” As you spoke, a chorus of barks and delighted coos rang in the background.

Din’s shoulders drooped and his brows furrowed. “Yes! But I meant…” he gestured between the two of you, “I meant a sibling.”

“Well, think of this as like…a stepping stone to that. First he gets a puppy. Then a sibling.”

“Why the hell does there need-“

A loud crash cut him off, and he spun around to see Grogu and his pup sprawled on the floor, the contents of Din’s tool box scattered around them. The puppy clambered to her feet and pounced on Grogu, lavishing his face with wet kisses which he accepted in pure delight. Din frowned deeply and turned back to you.

“Why does there need to be a stepping stone? I don’t see how a puppy will prepare him for a sibling.”

With a gentle sigh and shake of your head, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “It makes him happy. Isn’t that enough?”

You didn’t wait for a response, instead tapping his face gently with your palm before leaving to help Grogu pick up his mess. Din watched you, confusion and frustration etched into his scowl. The puppy bounced around your feet as you bent to gather the tools, giving each one an experimental gnaw.

With the smallest sneer and the slightest huff, Din retreated to the cockpit for what he expected to be his last ounce of peace for a very, very long time.

~

Code Red. Code. Kriffing. Red.

Or, technically, code yellow.

Grogu was hysterical. Sucking in enormous breaths faster than his little lungs could handle, cries piercing through the hull as he pointed at the puddle that managed to be directly next to the absorbing pads. You were on your knees in front of him, desperately trying to reach through the panic.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby it's alright.” You held his face and wiped the little tears away. He continued to sniffle. “Look at me.” You held him more firmly, eyes on his. “Daddy didn’t mean what he said, ok? He’s not going to take your puppy. I promise.”

That managed to break through, barely. With another deep breath, his cries lessened.

“And even if he did - which he didn’t - all we’d have to do is this…” You reached for the absorbing pad and placed it over the mess, promptly wiping away every ounce of evidence. “See? He’d never even know.” You smiled and winked playfully.

Grogu stared blankly at the pad, then looked at you, mouth turning up in an adorable grin. You laughed and looked around for the offender, who had ducked into hiding the moment her owner started to cry.

“Verd’ika?” You called. The choice of a Mandoa name was not coincidental. Though you suspected the attempt of endearing her to Din had accomplished very little.

She appeared hesitantly from behind a cargo box, puffy tail between her legs, back spines laid flat. You gave her a sympathetic, yet stern look.

“Verd’ika, you know what you did, don’t you?”

She scurried over to Grogu, burying her face in his cloak and refusing to look at you. Grogu hugged her, not contributing at all to your attempt at discipline. With a defeated sigh, you gathered up the soiled pads and tossed them in the incinerator.

“I suppose you’re beating yourself up enough already.” You bent down and stroked her head. Then looked at Grogu. “Go get the cleaner sweetheart. Let’s make sure the floor is nice and clean before daddy gets home.”

He nodded urgently and waddled off, his ever-present white shadow following.

~

Clan Djarin’s newest edition managed to have multiple accidents throughout the day. No matter how many treats you placed on the pads, no matter how highly you praised and encouraged every time she sniffed them, something about cold metal apparently made it the ideal location for relief. The floor was scrubbed spotless by the time Din returned.

He removed his helmet with narrowed eyes, carbonite chamber still humming with the acquisition of his newest bounty. You appeared from the bunk, all smiles.

“Welcome back dear, how’d it go?”

“Fine...” he answered slowly, eyeing the floor.

You swept yourself into his arms and kissed him, hoping to redirect that concerning gaze. He kissed you back, absently, and you could tell his eyes were open, still fixed on the floor. You put your hands around his neck and kissed him a little harder.

Unfortunately, it only served to make him more suspicious. He pulled away from you with a frown.

“It peed on the floor didn’t it?”

“It’s a she,” you corrected.

“She peed on the floor.”

“I have no idea what you-“

You were spared the completion of your lie by Grogu’s entrance. He waddled to his dad with outstretched arms, smiling. Din bent down to accept him, throwing an uncertain glare at his snow colored companion.

“Hey buddy,” Din said softly as he lifted his kid. Verd’ika pawed at his boot. “Anything exciting happen today?”

Grogu drew his lips in and shook his head. Din glanced between both of you, brows raised in an expression of innocence and wonder. “Really? Nothing at all?”

Two heads shook in confirmation. Din looked down at his feet. “How about you?” He said to Verd’ika, “Anything to confess?”

Verd’ika barked once, front paws sliding forward as her rump lifted in the air, tail whirring. “Is that so?” Din looked to you in mock surprise. “She says she peed on the floor today.”

You gasped and snatched the puppy up, holding her out in front of you with an accusatory glare. “Verd’ika, how could you? Lying to your father that way!” You turned her around in your arms to face Din. “Tell him the truth Verd’ika, tell him what a good girl you’ve been.”

She barked once more, squirming as she craned her neck back to nip at your chin.

“That’s better. See Din?”

Disbelief dripped from his features. Thankfully, instead of pushing the argument, he just rolled his eyes and brushed past you on his way to the cockpit, Grogu still in his arms.

Before he could take another step, Grogu let out a cry of protest, reaching behind him for Verd’ika. Din sighed and turned around, bringing him close enough to scoop the puppy from your arms.

You watched with an unabashed grin as your riduur clambered up the ladder, arms full of squirming dog and child.

~

Nights on the ship were peaceful.

Rather, the artificially timed darkness designed to preserve some semblance of a circadian rhythm while deep in hyperspace, was peaceful.

Din was a light sleeper, and still not used to extended lengths of inactivity, even with the balance you brought to his life. It wasn’t unusual to find him missing from your bed throughout the night, fiddling with whatever mundane task he picked up in an attempt to quiet his mind.

After waking up for a second time to find him gone, you decided to go looking for him. When the usual tinkering couldn’t do the trick, more often than not your voice could, a few sweet words of encouragement lulling him back into bed.

The cockpit was the first place you checked. He found something soothing in the gentle, repetitive nature of flying the ship, even when it wasn’t necessary. Sometimes it was all he needed to relax enough to allow him to sleep. Other times, he needed you.

You found him there, unsurprisingly. As you crested the ladder you caught sight of his head above the pilots seat, brown locks messy with unsuccessful sleep, shoulders moving with what little effort flying through clear space required.

What did surprise you, was the white ball of fur at his feet, staring up at him.

Din was speaking. Quietly. You stayed on the ladder, tilting your head to hear him better.

“I’m not giving you any,” he grumbled, and with a glance to the side you realized he was talking about the package of jerky pieces he was snacking on. “Quit asking.”

Verd’ika let out a small whine, reaching forward to paw his socked foot. Din looked down at her. “What? I said no.”

She didn’t let up. Her head creeped forward, eyes on Din’s face. Her lips quivered with a barely muted bark.

“Ssh!” He snapped, finger to his lips. “They’re sleeping.”

You covered your mouth to contain the laugh bubbling in your chest. For someone who claimed to not be interested in this dog, he sure was having quite the conversation with her.

“Alright, look, here,” He retrieved a piece of jerky and tossed it in her direction. Verd’ika snatched it right out of the air, swallowing it whole.

“Hey…” Din said, tone just on the edge of impressed. “Good job.”

She licked her lips and tossed her head up. He shook his head. “Now you’re just pushing it.”

She insisted, once again batting at his feet with a string of quiet whines. Din growled and grabbed the package. “Fine, but you’re gonna have to work for it. I don’t suppose they’ve actually been training you, have they?” He held a piece of jerky up above her head. “Sit.”

She cocked her head at him, ears pricked, and slapped her tongue across her jowls. Din sighed.

“Didn’t think so.” He scooted forward in the pilots chair, setting the package aside but still holding a piece in front of her. He reached forward to place his other hand on her back, at the base of her tail. “Look Verd’ika, sit.”

He pushed her rump down to the floor as he said the word, her eyes still glued to the jerky. “Good girl!” He gave her the meat and she scarfed it greedily, immediately standing back up.

“No, you’re not supposed to-“ he started, reaching for another piece. “Alright come here, lets try again…”

With a grin, you turned and headed back down the ladder before he saw you.

~

You woke up to the sound of Din loudly calling your name.

“Come here! Bring Grogu!”

Your knee-jerk, sleep soaked reaction was panic. Only when he called you again and you heard the laughter in his voice were you able to calm down, slipping out of bed with a groan. You found Grogu in a similar state, groggy eyed as he rolled out of bed at the sound of his father’s voice. You picked him up and headed for the cockpit just as Din called you for a third time.

“We’re coming!” You answered, trying to keep the irritation from your voice.

Your steps were heavy up the ladder as sounds of barking and a few low chuckles reached your ears. In the cockpit, you found Din standing with Verd’ika in front of him, a handful of jerky in his palm as she watched him with rapt attention. He smiled at you as you entered.

“Watch this,” he said excitedly, holding up a treat. Verd’ika stood at attention.

“Sit!”

Immediately, her behind sunk to the floor. Din glanced at you, looked pleased at your impressed smile, then turned back to the puppy.

“Lay.”

Her paws slid the rest of the way down until her belly touched the floor.

“Good girl!” He tossed her the treat, which she inhaled.

“Did you see that buddy?” Din asked his wide-eyed boy. Grogu smiled with a happy sounding gurgle. Din walked over and took him from your arms, Verd’ika barely a step behind. “She’s pretty clever huh?”

You nodded your agreement, watching as Din placed a treat into Grogu’s palm. “You wanna try? Give it to her when-“

The second the meat touched his hand, Grogu tossed it to Verd’ika. Din stuttered half a movement at grabbing it, stopping short as it disappeared into a set of sharp white fangs, gone. He dropped his head before turning to Grogu.

“No buddy, after she listens, ok?”

Two dark eyes stared blankly at him, blinking once. Din held up another treat. “You hold it. I’ll tell her what to do. When she listens, give it to her. Ok?” He hesitantly placed the meat into Grogu’s waiting palm.

This time, he held it. Din nodded and looked to Verd’ika. “Sit.”

She sat. Grogu dropped the meat and it promptly disappeared.

“There you go! Good job buddy!” He bent down to pat the puppy’s head, “Good girl Verd’ika!”

You laughed delightedly and squeezed his shoulder. “Glad you two are finally getting along.”

Din shrugged nonchalantly, not quite meeting your eye. “Well...she’s finally listening.”

“Suuuure,” you droned, reaching down to pick her up. “And I’m sure her being completely adorable has nothing to do with it, right?” You held her out in presentation, and Verd’ika cocked her head as she looked at Din, as though attempting to contribute to your point.

He rolled his eyes and fought a smile, then tugged you forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “Well,” he leaned down to kiss Grogu as well, “I suppose it’s no secret I have a weakness for adorable things.”

~

The grocery bag was heavier than the last time you slung it over your shoulder.

Your eyes narrowed as you adjusted the strap, immediately knowing who the culprit was. Or rather, culprits.

You turned around in the middle of the dusty market street, eyeing your riduur and son, who stopped short behind you. Any time they came along on shopping trips, they had a habit of ganging up on you, flooding your limited carrying space with useless treats. That’s why you were the only one who got to carry the grocery bag anymore.

At the sight of your glare, Din tilted his helmet in question.

“What did you two sneak in here?” You asked, jostling the strap over your shoulder. Grogu’s mouth dropped and he looked to his father.

“Nothing,” Din said easily.

“Its heavier than it was a few minutes ago.”

“Aww, then I’ll carry it for you cyare,” he reached for the bag but you took a step back.

“No no, I’m simply giving you a chance to come clean before I open it up and find out.”

Din exchanged a look with Grogu, then shrugged at you. You gave them a final warning glare before peering down into the bulging sack at your side. In it, a top your own selections of spices and balanced ration meals, sat two sleeves of cookies and three packages of jerky. You looked back up to see Din peering over, as if he too was curious of the contents.

“Huh.”

“Huh indeed,” you droned, pure sarcasm. “Wonder where those came from.” Din’s helmet rumbled with a low chuckle and you smiled. “That’s a lot of jerky. I don’t think Verd’ika can eat it all.”

“It’s for me,” Din said immediately.

You dropped your head incredulously. “Really? Three packages just for you?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re not gonna give any to her?”

He shrugged. “Well, maybe if she’s good. But it's not for her.”

You made sure he could see every ounce of disbelief on your face before turning and leading the way back home.

He never did admit it. Just as you never admitted to waking up that night and hearing him in the cockpit, voice scarcely above a whisper through the faint sounds of a crinkling bag,

“Verd’ika. Look what I got you.”

~

Week five of life with a puppy came, and there was hair on your bed. Short, white, unmistakably canine, and only on Din’s side. You stared at it, smirk growing at the same time your eyes narrowed. You called for Din and he poked his head into your quarters.

“What’s this?” You asked sweetly, gesturing to the fur scattered on the sheets.

He peered at it suspiciously. “What’s what?”

“This dog hair. Did you have Verd’ika on our bed?”

“No,” he said quickly. A little too quickly.

You placed your hands on your hips. You didn’t mind if she slept in the bed with you, not at all. But the fact that he was being sneaky about it and clearly trying to hide it, made teasing him simply irresistible. “Really? Then how did it get here? Only on your side?”

He shrugged. “She must have snuck up there at some point.”

“Ah. Well then,” you took a step toward the door, “I suppose I should get on to her.”

“No!” He stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You gave him a look of utter bafflement and he retracted, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean...it’s too late now. You have to catch them in the act. She won’t understand.”

“Ah...I see...” you nodded as though the thought was very wise. “In that case I’ll just keep a better eye on her then.”

He returned your nod, just as serious but no more convincing. “Good. Me too.”

You didn’t.

The hair returned most mornings. No matter how many times you settled Verd’ika next to Grogu in his bed, there was almost always a fresh batch of fur waiting for you. It was always less than that first time, and you recognized the signs of an unsuccessful attempt at brushing it away. The stubborn stragglers were his downfall.

Rather than confront him again, you decided to let it slide. He wasn’t going to come clean any time soon.

~

After several months of living with a Verd’ika and a Din who insisted his tolerance of her was minimal, he dropped a shocking statement over dinner one night.

“I was thinking I might start some extra training with Verd’ika.”

You froze. Eyebrows raised, fork halfway in your mouth. You lowered it slowly to answer him. “What kind of training?”

Grogu had also perked up at the mention of his pet’s name, long ears pointed in Din’s direction. Below the table, a shuffle of paws told you Verd’ika had heard it too.

Din swallowed a mouthful of soup, then spoke nonchalant as ever, “Thought she may have the potential to be a good guard dog. For when I’m gone. It’d be nice to know there’s someone looking after you two.”

Your grin was determined, but you smothered it down, cheeks aching and pulling. It had taken barely any time for Din to go from “one accident and she’s gone” to, “I would like to leave those I love most in the care of this creature.” The thought was nearly too much for your heart to bear.

“It’s a good idea love, but do you think she’ll be big enough?”

He nodded. “Anooba’s get big. And I don’t buy what that vendor said for a second. He probably just heard me complain that we wouldn’t have room.” As he spoke, he tore off a piece of his bread and slowly lowered it beneath the table. You heard the smacking of lips below, followed by the reappearance of his empty hand.

Grogu, ever the imitator, did the same. A set of four eager paws skittered over your feet on their way to the little green hand holding out bread under the table.

“Keep that up and she’s going to be too fat to guard anything,” you laughed, even as you tore off a piece of your own bread for her.

Din scowled in offense. “Of course not. She’ll just build muscle.” He tilted his head to look under the table. “Isn’t that right Verd’ika?”

A muffled, bread-filled bark answered him in confirmation.

~

When you were little, you had been certain that a litter of loth cats someone had dropped off outside your home were the most adorable thing you had ever, and would ever, see. Six little bundles of multicolored fur, mewling and crying until you had warmed and fed each one. They held the top spot on your cute rank for years.

Then you met Din. Six foot with his helmet on, covered in armor, who hunted down criminals for a living. He immediately over took the loth kittens in terms of adorable. Next you met your son, and the two had been neck and neck ever since.

But this. This took the cake. Nothing in the universe would ever be cuter. You’d stake your life on it.

Din was on his knees, in the middle of a field on some grass planet you couldn’t remember the name of. His arm was wrapped up in one of his shirts, encouraging a confused Verd’ika to bite him while Grogu stood to the side, treats at the ready. Late afternoon breeze whipped through the fur of all three, white, brown, and sparse.

“Come on sweetheart, just like last time,” Din cooed. “Edeemir!” Bite.

Verd’ika dropped down on her front paws and tossed her butt in the air, tail whipping. Din sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Your name is little warrior. Act like it.”

He started at her, arm jerking forward in a mock attack. Verd’ika barked in delight and lunged, chomping down on his padded forearm with all the force her little jaws held.

“Good girl!” Din praised loudly. On cue, Grogu stepped forward with a treat. “That’s a clever girl, good job sweetheart!” He petted her back and scratched behind her ears as Grogu babbled his own sounds of praise, stumbling forward to pet his puppy.

You shook your head with a laugh. At this rate, your only worry was that Verd’ika would begin biting people randomly in anticipation of her treat and praise parade.

“Are you sure that’s the best method dear?” You asked.

Din looked up at you with a bright smile, still petting Verd’ika. “Of course.”

“I’m just worried she’s going to start biting and thinking she’ll be rewarded for it.”

He shook his head. “No no, she’s learning to bite on command. She’ll only be rewarded if she does it when told.”

You grimaced uncertainly. “Alright, if you say so…”

They practiced and played until the sun fell low in the sky. With the short attention span of both younglings, it didn’t take long for anything resembling training to fade into games of fetch and chase.

Eventually you found yourself darting through thick grass, Verd’ika at your side. Behind you, Grogu held onto Din’s back as they gave chase, strong arms reaching out as they ran. You laughed and screamed as his fingertips brushed you, pushing harder with a dodge to the left. Verd’ika contributed by running as close to your feet as possible, jumping up to snap your clothes at every opportunity.

Inevitably, he caught you. Your run came to an abrupt halt in his vice like grip, a strong chest at your back as you screamed in the happiest way. Din pulled all three of you onto the grass in a heap of limbs and laughter. Grogu crawled up to Din’s chest, holding his arms out for Verd’ika as she launched into the fray. Din huffed and groaned dramatically as her heavy paws pounded onto his chest.

As your laughter faded into uneven breaths, one of your hands reached up to pet Verd’ika, the other sneaking into Din’s hair. He rolled his head to the side and looked at you, face framed by deep green blades, smile the brightest you’d ever seen it, dimpled cheeks flushed with exertion. Above you, your son clung to his puppy, smiling at his parents.

The sunset warming your body was ice compared to the warmth sprouting from your heart.

~

You stayed awake a little longer that night, hoping to finally catch visual proof of what you already knew was happening once you drifted off to sleep. After kissing Din goodnight, you turned with your back to him, waiting a few minutes before intentionally letting your breaths deepen and slow.

You expected him to get up, and return with her. Instead you were surprised when, after several long minutes of anticipation, you heard a faint scratch at the door, followed by it sliding open. There were foot taps on metal, then a dip in the mattress. Din murmured a greeting and you covered your mouth with your hand to contain a laugh.

She was trained alright. Like clockwork.

Slowly, hoping to catch him unawares, you turned. In the darkness you could make out Din’s back, a pair of snow white ears perking behind his shoulder.

You reached over carefully until your hand brushed his spine. Din inhaled sharply and stiffened. Caught. With a smile, you closed the distance between you, bringing your chest against him as your hand slipped around his ribcage to pet Verd’ika’s soft head.

“Softie,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed his cheek and felt him smile.

“Me?” He mumbled in a sleep-tainted voice, “Never.”

You grinned and kissed him again just as the door slid open for a second time. You looked up to see Grogu in the threshold, no doubt in search of his missing puppy. With a wave, you beckoned him over.

Din leaned across Verd’ika to lift Grogu on the bed, then rolled to face you, bringing both babies with him. Sheets shuffled as you scooted back to give them room, Grogu settling next to Din as he held onto Verd’ika, her soft back curling against your stomach. Four sets of slow breath filled the air, quiet and content.

Din’s eyes met yours across the pillows, warmth and love etched across the face you adored, his hand traveling back and forth between his son and his dog before finally settling on his riduur.

You both reached across the narrow space that separated you, holding onto each other, your universe safe and sleeping in the warmth of your embrace.

[riley-coyotl]

Fourth Monthly Puppy Report Card for Kelpie!

Kelpie’s progress from 5 – 6months (posting a couple weeks late, oops.) Be prepared for these to contain Too Many Notes because that's just how I am. Categories subject to be added to or change as she matures and things become more or less relevant.

Food (drive, appetite, sensitivity): 🟢 - Good here, no concerns. She eats well, has decent enough food drive; she will still lose interest in lower value treats if she’s in an overwhelming/very stimulating environment which can make things difficult in a sense for working on her behavior in those environments but. It’s also good feedback for me on her mental state, so I can’t truly complain as working around that is more of a factor of my skill as a trainer than it is an actual issue. Conveniently, at this point, she’ll usually actually work on eating chews rather than burying them when I give them to her, but sometimes she’s still burying stuff in the couch. That’s ok, it’s pretty cute. And—knock on wood—over this past month, her gut seems to have settled, tummy upset/diarrhea is rare now! We’ve not changed anything about the way we feed her so I suspect that her teething was making things worse somehow (tummy upset from swallowing a lot of drool? stress from pain?), and now that we’re past that, she’s got a more stable tummy. Really happy about that! Maybe it was just a puppy thing too, perhaps her gut just needed time to develop.

Toys: 🟢 - She’s a good playful girl, loves her toys, fetches and plays tug nicely, toy skills are developing well and she is getting good at “drop it” when we play, she’s usually pretty quick about it!

Sleeping: 🟢/🟡 - Still doing great here, sleeps fine through the whole night at night (~8 hours) and now about halfway through this month, started sleeping through the night (~6-8 hours) more often than not even if this is during daylight hours. Woohoo! I’m definitely enjoying having more uninterrupted sleep. And during wake cycle hours, she naps well in her crate while we’re gone and has even started napping more on her own when out loose in the house with us too! The 🟡 is just for one caveat to this, which is that a few times, on the weekends when my partner’s trying to sleep in, Kelpie has had a very hard time settling in her crate past early morning when he’d normally be getting up to feed the dogs and let them out before work; this is even if he’s taken her out (multiple times), or fed her a stuffed frozen treat or a partial (or even full) breakfast, etc. My theory here though is that this happens typically when he engages in a partial morning routine with her in an effort to get back to bed faster—for instance feeding just her breakfast vs. her and the other dogs, or letting all three dogs out together but not feeding breakfast after, etc. I also think bringing her outside off leash in the yard rather than on leash when he’s intending to go back to bed is a factor, because when I get up to take her out when I’m not getting up yet, I always take her out on leash and go straight back to bed, and she settles right away. I think the issue is just that she’s getting cues that “morning routine” time is starting, then getting confused and frustrated when it doesn’t all occur and she’s expected to settle after. When the routine is not started at all (just out on leash and back to bed) or has been completed in full (all dogs outside, all dogs given breakfast together, Maple given her meds, etc., then all dogs back to bed) she sleeps better even if expected to sleep in. Because of our sometimes inconsistent/fluctuating schedule, I train my dogs to not expect meals etc. at specific times of day, but rather surrounding certain patterns of routine, so I think this problem will solve itself so long as we’re not sending her mixed messages, and she’ll learn to be consistently flexible.

Crating/separation: 🟢 - Doing good here. She is fine in her crate overnight or when we leave the house, can be left home for 5-6 hours if needed. We’ve not used puppy pens at all this month so I can’t comment on how she’d do confined in a pen right now. She does still have a bit of FOMO—curiously enough, if the other dogs are taken out but she’s left in her crate, she’ll whine a bit; however, if all the dogs are out together and just she alone is put in her crate in the other room (with a chew or stuffed frozen treat) she typically does fine and just naps. Occasionally when she was sent to nap (because she still goes into crazed puppy mode sometimes) she’s done a bit of barking, but as long as she’s given something to chew she usually does alright. And bless her, she is currently my only dog who is consistently ok with being left home while the other dog(s) leave with us. Maple and especially Juni, take notes please!!

Potty training: 🟢 - After we took some steps back in training (taking her out more often, increased vigilance, and trying to remember to bring food treats out with us to reward her for doing her business outside,) she very rapidly improved again. She’s consistently ringing the bells to ask to go out when she needs to go, and is quite reliable in all areas of the house. We’ve had a few accidents this month but all of them occurred when we didn’t notice her ringing the bells in time or asked her to wait a little too long before taking her out after she asked (sometimes our hands are full…)

General training: 🟢 - Amassing new tricks and behaviors rapidly now! I didn’t quite realize how much until friends who hadn’t seen her since last month came by and I realized how much new stuff I could show them that she knows! And our language of communication with each other has improved to the point that she pretty much understands me even outside of specifically taught cues; I can communicate pretty much whatever I need to her, and she’s very expressive as well and knows how to ask for things she needs/wants. Sometimes I do still feel discouraged with training progress, but that is more about me than about her. She’s a good puppy.

Recall/Off-leash skills: 🟢/🟡 - About the same as last month. She’s great except when in peak Mischief Mode, that can occasionally interfere with her brain and cause her to take her time before recalling. Just gotta keep working on it and reinforcing her, and I need to stop being lazy about it and deliberately practice more!

Leash walking: 🟡 - About the same as last month, pulls when excited, if she’s on an interesting smell, or trying to get to the “right” spot to go to the bathroom. Considering her temperament, this amounts to what I would consider not a small amount of pulling. Needs work, and I wish our progress here was better, but I know she’s got it in her. She shapes up with the right treats, haha.

Biting: 🟢/🟡 - As we’ve exited the throes of the worst parts of teething, bitey shark mode is happening less often, and when she does get bitey, she (usually) isn’t doing it too hard, but occasionally she’ll still get excited and chomp down on my arm pretty hard. Now that she has all her adult teeth in though this is significantly less painful than when her mouth was full of tiny puppy needles though lol

Manners: 🟢/🟡 - Doing pretty alright here! She’s jumping up on people less (gives them ample time to reinforce her for staying on the floor before she loses patience/impulse control, but that’s on guests for not being great at following instructions to help with her training, not her fault,) and although it’s not disappeared entirely, she is leg-humping less. She’s still not trustworthy to leave things on tables/counters where she can get them, I think for the most part she’s just a very curious little doggie! And sad to say but we’ve broken our streak and she has managed to get a lick or two of food off the table/counters a couple times...it is very hard to wrangle guests into being smart about their food/possessions…:’). That said, despite her managing to successfully counter surf, she’s still improving and doing it less often, and offering alternative behaviors more. And she’s still a mischievous puppy, but she is starting to understand and accept what things are and aren’t for puppies. I haven’t had her steal the TV remote in awhile even though it’s been left out where she could easily grab it.

Grooming/Handling: 🟢/🟡 - She’s a good girl, cooperates real well for grooming and handling. Now that she’s done with the most painful parts of teething, we’re back to working on teethbrushing too and she’s made some good progress there, less sensitive about her mouth. The 🟡 here pertains only to one aspect of Handling specifically, which is that she’s started being gear shy about harnesses for some reason. We’re working on it.

Car rides: 🟢 - Rides great in the car still! She’s going to be a great road tripping dog like Maple, I can tell.

Outings/socialization: 🟢/🟡 - Mostly doing well, and we’ve been getting out more often this month as we’ve been taking her to go swimming at the indoor dog pool regularly! Her biggest reaction to the world is still curiosity and although I’m sometimes struggling to get her to focus in novel environments, she’s a puppy and it’s not reasonable to expect too much in that regard just yet. She did have two big spooks this month—first when we had an unfortunate incident where we were introducing a force air dryer to her and the pressure in the hose caused it to fly off the shelf it was on (our dumb mistake) and slammed loudly to the floor and flailed around smacking my partner; her response was a startle and the very first big alarm barking I’ve ever heard her do while she rushed forward to yell at the hose; she recovered from this pretty well and was perfectly willing to approach the dryer and hose afterward with a totally level head. Second big spook was when a large merchandise cart at Home Depot suddenly turned down the aisle we were in after we’d moved away from it (she’d shown some nervousness when she saw it approaching the first time, so I was giving her some space to process it) and it showed up behind us. This resulted in similar alarm barking; she disengaged to walk away with me very nicely right away, but she did have a bit of a harder time recovering from this, over threshold re:stimulation for the next few minutes until we left the store, not able to focus. I felt really discouraged about these two incidents and especially the second one, worrying because (no offense, Juni,) I really, really do not want to end up with another fearful/reactive dog here… But I need to keep perspective, and expecting that a being who’s only been on this earth for 6 months to never get scared is unreasonable. I need to remind myself that even perfect, bombproof Maple wasn’t always the fearless, bombproof, perfect dog she matured into; when she was younger she did have fears or spooks which she worked through or things she had to build confidence with, she did struggle with attention span and focus as a puppy and teenager, etc. It might be easy to forget on account of Kelpie now being bigger than Juni, but I think I just need to keep reminding myself that 6 months is still a baby!

Dogs: 🟢/🟡 - She still loves other dogs, and is still improving in regards to not feeling the need to tackle them to play 24/7, coexisting more and more without her feeling compelled for direct interaction with them. She and Juni play really nicely and for the most part she has learned not to get too rough with Juni nor rudely tackle her out of nowhere, because as she’s gotten bigger, Juni took off the kid gloves a bit in being quicker to correct her and a little more harshly when the puppy was being rude to her. Kelpie and her now have more of an understanding and she is doing better about listening to lower level corrections from Juni. However, sadly, I am still having to rescue Maple from Kelpie’s exuberance fairly regularly. Even Maple has gotten less patient with Kelpie’s rude puppy antics, but the problem is she’s still being very nice to her about it and still has a longer fuse than Juni, so by the time Maple is ready to escalate from “hey I didn’t like that/I don’t want to play right now” to “ok seriously heck off you little shit,” Kelpie has already tackled her to the ground; Kelpie being stronger than Maple now, Maple is physically unable to make an effectual correction from such a disadvantaged position and Kelpie is misinterpreting Maple’s behavior as continuing play with her. I try to intervene before it gets to this point, but Kelpie is still a little wrecking ball that goes from 0 to 100 real fast, so it’s easy for some nice, gentler play between Maple and Kelpie to go from that to her accidentally bullying poor Maple in the span of a few seconds. Despite this, she is getting better at it, as Maple is starting to more frequently show Kelpie a shorter fuse before a correction, and thus actual communication gets to occur where Kelpie can be like “oh shit, my bad, ok.” I think this is gonna continue to get better and work out as she matures, and of course I will keep refereeing as we go. Aside from Kelpie being Too Much with Maple sometimes, they all otherwise communicate and coexist nicely. Kelpie never takes things personally so there are no hard feelings when she gets corrected, and I appreciate her easy-going attitude.

Humans: 🟢 - Good and well-rounded here. Friendly with new people especially if engaged with, but she’s usually not overly interested in them. She’s been wonderful meeting my friends, happy to say hi. In public, sometimes she wants to investigate someone she meets but move on instead of be petted, which is completely fair and I even appreciate that aloofness beginning to show.

Cats: 🟡/🔴 - Still thinks it’s real great fun to pester the cats in our house. She’s usually able to coexist with them, but if she’s amped up or feeling bored, her favorite thing to do with the cats is to go bark and play-bow at them until she goads them into hissing and swatting at her, at which point she gleefully engages in a one-sided game of bitey-face/slappy-paws with them, and will give chase if the cat decides they’ve had enough and takes off. I’ve been doing my best to manage this and train her out of it, rewarding alternative behaviors and peaceful coexistence, interrupting and redirecting her from her interest in the cats, rewarding her for calling off when she starts messing with them, making sure the cats ample places to hide/routes to escape the puppy, and ultimately putting Kelpie on leash or away in her crate for a nap to “reset” her if she can’t chill the fuck out and leave them alone, etc. but progress has been slow-going as the behavior is very reinforcing to her, and I’m pretty stressed about it. Both our cats are older now, and Kelpie is getting big, so I’m getting worried about her ending up hurting one of them with this behavior.

Small animals: 🟢 - Her prey drive has seemed to Activate more over the past month but her level of interest in things like birds and rabbits seems healthy and normal to me, can’t complain. I’ve also been reinforcing all behaviors related to prey that don’t involve chasing, so watching without giving chase gets paid well. (Hoping that helps/translates to my training with her re:cats in the house, too.)

Bonding/affection: 🟢 - She’s starting to develop more emotional sensitivity/awareness of my emotions, which I appreciate. A few times this month, she’s actively come to comfort me when I was upset. And snuggles have been more common this month, she’s taken to going into “scarf mode” around my neck/shoulders for a cuddle pretty regularly. I love her!! She’s a real sweetie. Still doesn’t cuddle as often as I wish she would, but as she’s learning to chill more often, I’m hoping she continues to get more cuddly.

Overall grade 🟢, I am overall very happy with her this month! Our relationship is continuing to develop, she’s learning a lot, she’s a sweet good girl and my only real complaints with her are her messing with the cats, and her pestering Maple, and I’m only actually worried about the former. That said, I can already tell she is possibly going to be a difficult teenager (Maple was too..) Wish us luck!

[huntersmoon1]

If the boys adopted pets.

•Xavier would have a cat that followed him home and refused to leave.

•Rafayel,well he already has a fish named Reddie (sp) so maybe,a bird of some kind or a dog.

(Edit) or some kind of sea creature.

•Zayne would have a dog,an abandoned great big gentle giant Great Dane or Great Dane mix that wanders into the hospital and starts to comfort kids.

-And she kinda becomes the hospital mascot after they realize she’s harmless and get her checked out and get her all her shots.

-And she sorta chooses Zayne as her owner (they say dogs choose their owners as much as cats do.).

-And whenever he has an ice attack whenever his evol starts to take over she gives him a neck hug wherever she can reach,his stomach if he’s sitting in his desk chair or his leg if he’s standing up.

-And even if that’s not happening she’ll often rest her head in his lap when he’s sitting at his desk. (This man needs love.)

(Edit.)

Ok because of this⬇️ he would have a cat and one dog maybe.

•Caleb a dog and a cat duo.

•Thomas a cat.(Rafayel never visits his house after he gets the cat even though she’s a sweet heart and is loving as a dog.) Maybe a dog too, a female Irish Wolfhound Great Dane mix (AKA Irish Dane or Wolfhound Dane) complete with big paws and long lanky legs she doesn’t know what to do with.

-He learned that she can jump a fence with ease and even climb over one if she really really wants to get out when someone tried to break into his house while she was outside and he was away.

-Most of the time she’s pretty calm,quiet,obedient,and well behaved but does have her hyper or excited moments.

-She’s pretty protective of him too.

-She’s his cuddle baby though.

-She does have a bit separation anxiety though,she doesn’t like it when he leaves for the day but is pretty chill while he’s gone cuz she knows when to expect him to come home.

-But as soon as he has his suitcase open on the bed ready to pack she sitting in it like she’s either saying “don’t go” or “me too!” or “take me with you!”.

-If it’s an over night trip or heaven forbid a week long trip god help the house sitter/dog sitter cuz big baby will cry so much,especially at night when she normally cuddles with Thomas aka daddy in his bed.

-Thomas puts a blanket he used for the last week in her crate since it has his scent on it and it makes it a little easier on her and she cries a little less.

-But when he comes home he better be prepared to be attacked with love in a way only a dog that’s a big puppy could.

-Whenever he comes home after a long day especially if he had to deal with Rafayel,you can usually find him cuddling with his dog and his cat on the couch or the bed or heck even the floor.

I just like this breed. It’s one of my favorites.

•Greyson a fish.

•Sylus a cat or some kind of bird. He has Mephisto but he’s stated Mephisto hates being called a pet.

-Seriously I don’t know why he doesn’t have a pet cat he obviously loves cats and cats are pretty independent if he doesn’t feed it then it’ll go hunting if it’s let outside,assuming it was either a stray or feral cat first or it’s a half indoor cat half outdoor cat.

[howtobeapersonwithfibro]

After months and months of a dry spell, I finally wrote a thing based on a simple prompt: write about a location. Not edited so bear with me, I figured I'd just toss it up here.

*****

The treehouse is chilly, but not if you delve into the cozy nest of cushions and blankets waiting in the corner.  The shutters are tight against the autumn chill, so you need to light the lantern to have enough light to see in the small space. 

A couple piles of well-loved paperbacks are stacked against one wall, the covers a bit battered and some pages folded over from moments of forgotten bookmarks. The walls are bare; the seal isn’t quite weatherproof enough to keep the first set of posters dry, and after that the young designer had given up on most interior decoration. 

But not all. A strange chandelier hangs from the ceiling; more like a child’s mobile, really, but clearly handmade and displaying all size and pattern of seashells. Tiny treasures collected during vacations on better days. In better years. 

A small locked crate, hardly bigger than a shoebox, is tucked against one corner of the room. The key is long lost, but you came prepared with tools to attempt a lockpick and, failing that, a hammer. After all, a box is only as strong as the fixtures holding it together. And this one is old and somewhat weather-worn. 

Your brief research must have done you some good, you think, as you are able to manhandle the lock open with the metal pry tools. You take a moment of appropriate reverence before beginning to look through the treasures only a child would think to lock up tight.

Several small rocks that are unremarkable to the adult eye. A few small plastic toys that would have come out of vending machines: a frog, a squishy pig, something that was either a dog or a cat, it was hard to tell. But the better finds, those you were most interested in, were tucked flat against the bottom of the box. 

Somehow kept safe and dry, the papers were only slightly warped from the decades they’d patiently waited in the treehouse. A couple birthday cards with minimal writing; messy signatures offered “love” from mom and dad, an aunt and uncle, a grandfather. 

A few pages of a journal started but never completed, because the girl had had to leave her tree house too soon. Those you would read later, somewhere less dark and cramped and not as rickety in the wind. But you take a moment to look at the single photo that was in the box: a mom and dad on either side of a prepubescent girl, all smiling genuinely posing on the back deck of the house down below. 

The girl’s face was familiar. A younger, softer, longer-haired version of the one you saw in the mirror when you bothered to look. You just wish you remembered her. 

You gather the box in your arms and take it, hoping your former self wouldn’t mind. You hold it close to your chest as you descend the nailed-in wooden steps on the tree trunk. You don’t remember the house, but something oddly emotional keeps you from glancing at it as you trudge through muddy leaf piles back to your car. 

You check your texts before you head home. Hope the three hour drive was worth it, a friend had written.

You think it was. Or at least it will be. You couldn’t afford to leave that little girl behind. 

On a whim, you run back, climb up, and lower the seashell mobile from its hook in the low ceiling. She wouldn’t have wanted that left behind, either. 

As you nestle back into the driver’s seat and pull away from the curb by the old family house, you wait for a sense of recognition to come, familiarity, but there is none. That girl was a completely different person who would have become someone completely different if she had been allowed to stay here with her loving parents and her treehouse. 

Instead she became you.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.64 Babies

The next day was Sophia's first day off, and it was so nice to see her still sleeping beside me when my eyes finally opened. I smiled as I got up to prepare breakfast, remembering we'd have the entire day together for the first time. My goal was not to wake her, but rustling around the kitchen definitely did. She threw her arms around my waist from behind with a breathy good morning. She had such simple way of making me feel loved and appreciated it. I wanted to return the sentiment, but again, I didn't feel like the moment was right.

As we ate, we discussed potential activities to commemorate our first day alone together. Everything I suggested required us getting dressed and leaving the house. But to my surprise, she requested to stay home, put her hair up, and wear sweats. I guess we had done a lot of socializing that week. It didn't bother me one bit, but she wasn't as outgoing and social as me, so I agreed to a cozy day in because any time spent with Sophia was time well spent, no matter where or what.

She gasped as a random thought came to mind.

"The dog! We could adopt our dog today!"

"Oh right!"

We were supposed to do that yesterday, but my impromptu trip to Mama's house derailed that plan. After breakfast, we got dressed and went to the adoption website.

"See anyone you like?" I asked.

"All of them?"

"HA! Nice try."

We had trouble narrowing down our choices and had the agent bring the three puppies we liked the most. We hoped interacting with them would help make the decision easier, but as soon as she opened the crate, those little guys ran out and completely ruined our ability to think straight. They were all so cute and had distinct personalities. How could we choose?

I thought I liked the one with the spots the best. He was very playful but wouldn't stop barking and was annoyingly loud. The adoption lady kept yelling at him, and I could have sworn I saw him giving her the evil eye.

Sophia and I both liked the brown one, so he was a definite yes.

But there was something about the gray one. She kept following me around, probably because she knew we were meant for each other. I couldn't let the adoption lady take her away. Our original plan was to adopt one dog, but I was incapable of choosing between the two. Luckily, it took zero convincing for Sophia to agree to adopt them both, so we became parents of two adorable fur babies.

Their names were Kooper and Rosie. I wondered if they knew each other from the adoption center because they took to each other like dye in melted wax. We watched them play happily together for a few minutes and knew we had made the right decision to get them both. Training and raising two puppies would be tough, but at least they would have each other, and Sophia and I wouldn't have to constantly entertain them.

After watching them play for a bit, we bought feeders, beds, and toys like the responsible dog parents we were. Once everything was set up, we looked around and felt pretty good about this new journey we embarked. Sophia got on the computer to work on her exam prep, and I sat next to her for moral support, scrolling through Social Bunny.

"Can you believe we adopted two dogs?" Sophia asked.

I snorted.

"We're crazy."

"How big do you think they'll get?"

"Hopefully not too big. This house is pretty small, even for the two of us."

I couldn't catch the words as they exited my mouth, and I hoped she wasn't offended, seeing as I never told her how I felt about the house. I was stating a fact, not expressing disgust. But luckily, she agreed and said she'd been thinking about moving ever since I arrived, and the only reason she lived there was because of the cheap rent. She continued that train of thought, but I couldn't hear her over my own thoughts. I'd been trying for two days to keep my feelings inside while I waited for the right time to express them. But I felt something like a volcano building up pressure inside me, and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to.

"I love you," I shouted.

She gasped and clutched at her heart.

"Tell me again."

"I love you."

In what looked like one movement, she went from sitting at the desk to sitting in my lap and kissing me like the world would end tomorrow. Clothes began flying, and before I knew it, we were in Sixam again.

We laid there in a catatonic state for a few moments, panting, sweating profusely, wondering how our bodies could handle so much pleasure. If the woohoo kept getting exponentially better like it had been, I wasn't sure if I could survive this relationship, heh. Sweet Watcher! She was dangerous.

Eventually, I came back to life and got up to see about the ruckus in the other room. I saw a huge puddle on the rug. But when Kooper ran inside and shook himself dry—creating yet another puddle—I exhaled in relief that it was only water from the rain. Our life with those two was going to be action-packed. I could feel it. But I loved those little boogers already and wouldn't have it any other way.

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[dearmailman]

Hi there Eddie I have a specific request if you don’t mind! (My caregiver is out of town rn 🥲)

Cg:Howdy

Little:Wally

Anyways, Wally is upset that Barnaby is out of town and doesn’t have a caregiver, so he refuses to regress and becomes touch starved, fussy, and messes up his sleep schedule, Howdy notices as he is a caregiver for other neighbors and tries to ease Wally into regressing and once Wally does, he cries and goes fully into babyspace.

Extra details: Wally has a apple plush he keeps as Barnaby gave it to him before leaving. Howdy is fully prepared with little gear (bottles, stuffies, blankets, toys, little clothes)

Thanks Eddie!-🐞

Howdy heaves up a crate with two arms while wiping his brow with another. He’s only been open a few hours, and the afternoon sun is bright and hot while he restocks the bodega. Setting the crate down in the back, he glances at the clock. It’s nearly 1 p.m. and he instinctively startles, realizing Barnaby and Wally’s daily hotdog run is nearing. He’s headed to the counter to check the dogs on the rollers, when he remembers that Barnaby is away this week on a visit to his mother, Ms. Beagle. He chuckles at himself for worrying, rolling his eyes and picking up a dust rag, going about his business.

But just as he’s moving on, the door swings open slowly. So slowly that the bell hardly dings. He glances over and can’t see anyone over the shelves, clearing his throat to call to whichever of his shortest neighbors it may be.

“Hiya, welcome to Howdy's! Who goes there?”

Rather than an answer, he hears a vaguely uncomfortable sounding, frustrated noise. He raises an eyebrow with a smile, already expecting mischief. However, when he rounds the corner he instead finds Wally, staring very hard at the rotating hotdogs.

“Oh, it’s you shrimp! What’s the matter?” He leans down and sets a hand on Wally’s shoulder, offering him a smile. Now Wally is always smiling of course, but strangely Howdy doesn’t feel smiled at at all.

“Oh. Hello, Howdy.” Wally is usually quite reserved in his reactions, yet right now there’s a cold sting of misery on his lips. “I came to get… I don’t know,” he sighs, looking away towards the hotdogs again. When his other arm shifts, Howdy can see a small plush toy in his hands - an apple with a cute smiling face and tiny brown feet.

“Well now, who’s that?” Howdy smiles, pointing.

“I don’t know,” Wally drones, looking at the toy like he’s just realized he’s holding it. “They don’t have a name yet.” He stares at it very hard, gripping it in both hands. Howdy blinks as he notices Wally’s hands are shaking. In fact, none of him looks very put together at all. Loose hairs fly out of his pompadour, his sweater is wrinkled, and there’s small bags under his neighbor’s eyes.

“Er, hey buddy- Y’ don’t look so well!” He holds both of his shoulders and turns him to face him, checking him over. “Are you alright?”

In lieu of an answer, Wally leans forwards woozily and places his forehead on Howdy’s chest. Howdy let’s him, concern outweighing awkwardness. Wally’s small hands grips into his sleeve tightly.

“I want Barnaby,” he says, nearly a whine but never reaching that level of passion. “I want him home, why does he have to leave, ever?”

“Wally, ah, he’s visiting his family! He needs to check on his mom now and again, you know he loves her!”

“I want him here,” Wally’s foot stamps softly, oddly childlike for him. That tiny movement puts together a puzzle in Howdy’s brain. Barnaby has mentioned it to him before, Wally going into a more childlike mindset for comfort or for fun. Judging by his pouty nature and sleepless appearance, even if he isn't yet regressed, he certainly needs it.

“Wally, might be an odd question- Are you feeling, er- Small? At all?”

“….No,” Wally lies.

Howdy crosses all of his arms, smirking lightly. “Is that so?”

“I am not. I don’t want to be.”

“Shrimp, it’s alright, really! I've babysat Frank before a couple dozen times, I know my way around age regression! You’ll be fi-“

“No, Howdy. I want Barnaby. He is the only one that can take care of me.” Wally’s fingers grip into the tiny apple toy, and he stares down at it, looking almost confused. “He gave me them and told me to keep myself safe. I can’t. I can't sleep and it feels like no one will ever hug me again.”

“Oh golly, Wally,” Howdy chuffs and leans down, all four arms held open. “I can give you one if you like - I’ve certainly got the arms for it!”

Wally looks him up and down, almost suspiciously. But then he deflates, a small sigh leaving him. He leans into Howdy’s arm, and Howdy wraps him tightly in a four armed embrace, gently applying grounding pressure to his friend's shoulders and back. Wally melts slightly, gripping onto Howdy back.

Howdy chuckles and pulls back to talk to him, only to take pause when he sees Wally’s scrunched up, teary face. "Hey- hey, hey Walls, what's wrong?"

Wally just closes his eyes and shakes his head, hiding his face again. Howdy tuts softly, and picks Wally up in his arms. The store can wait a few hours.

Wally is taken to the apartment upstairs, and immediately laid down on Howdy’s bed. Wally changes into a spare big sweater and pyjama pants that just barely fit - clothes usually used for Frank, but today is an exception. He feels very small, swallowed by them. Howdy grabs every plushie he owns, every pillow he owns, as well as every blanket, and stacks them all around Wally as a nest. Wally cries for a while longer, and Howdy keeps a gentle hand rested on his back, reassuring him that Barnaby will indeed be home soon.

Wally holds on tightly to the smiling face of the tiny apple plush, rubbing his face on it now and then.

After half an hour of just resting, Howdy clears his throat. "Little one, y' want some food?" Howdy hasn't cooked for many of the neighbors. It's a skill he keeps private, considering he already has so much to do. Adding on requests for hearty meals would make his life an even more muddled mess. Wally, even in baby space, looks surprised.

Unable to speak, Wally lets out a little "mm-hmm," his eyes looking less dull than before. Howdy gives him a wink and gets up to head for the kitchen. He heats up some chicken soup he had made from scratch the night before, and unwraps some cookies from a few days prior. He heats up some milk in a blue bottle, adding cinnamon as a treat.

Food in hand, Howdy only glances down the stairs to worry about the store once, before assuring himself his friend will always be more important. He walks in to Wally, half asleep, thumb gently in his mouth and eyes closed. He knocks on the doorframe and calls his name, coming to sit on the bed.

"One soup-er meal before we run out of stock!" Howdy teases. Wally actually does manage a laugh at that, his smile looking a little more genuine with each moment. "What? Would you rather I soup-ress these amazing jokes?" Wally sits up and pats his entire palm over Howdy’s face, making Howdy laugh too.

They settle down, and Wally slowly eats the soup and cookies, enjoying it more than he expected. Howdy food is incredibly good, and before he knows it, he's finished every single bite. Setting the bowl aside, Wally falls back onto the nest with his bottle, sighing. He curls up, yawning.

"Someone in need of a nap, Walls?"

Wally shakes his head no, pouting. Howdy smirks.

"I think you are, pal, I think you are!" Howdy sneakily slips a blanket over him, tucking him in. "Besides, I need to go downstairs and check on-"

"Wait-" Wally speaks for the first time since coming upstairs, staring up at him with wide eyes. "Don' go? Please?"

Howdy’s antenna twitch sympathetically, and he let's out a sigh. "O-okay, okay. Well, let me lay down with ya. The neighborhood can go a day without the shop, I'm sure." He's not sure, but his friend needs him, and that's enough to get him to lay down for a midday nap.

Howdy and Wally wrap together in the blanket nest, resting gently. And Wally does feel genuinely at peace then, getting proper sleep for the first time since Barnaby left for his trip. He cuddles up in Howdy’s arms, holding his apple plushie tightly. Even if his caretaker can't be here right now, Howdy makes such a nice babysitter that he can hardly complain.

[charliecharliecharlieee]

Today was hard. Today I had volunteered to go help the rescue I foster for pick up schnauzers from a backyard breeder.

When we arrived to the property we were immediately greeted by the sight of many outdoor dog pens that were just metal gates arranged in squares all lined up. In total, I would guess 20 seperate pens. Some with pieces of metal thrown over part of the top to create the illusion of shade. They had large buckets of water that were completely green with the vegetation growing in them. Most of the dogs hid when we approached the kennels. The owner walked us around the kennels, telling us which ones we could take. Most of them ran as we tried to catch them, but we eventually were able to get them, scooping them up as they immediately pooped and peed on us out of fear. Luckily none of them tried to bite despite how terrified they were.

Eventually were had loaded 11 schnauzers into our vehicles and the owner said he thought that was all. He wasn't even sure because he didn't seem to know how many he had. I pointed out one in a fence and asked about it, and he hadn't noticed it and told us we could take it. I opened the latch and pulled hard on the gate and when it didn't budge, I pushed. It gave just enough for me to slip in between the gate and the side. The grass was so overgrown on the door that it was preventing it from opening. Imagine how long you have to not open a gate for it to be overgrown with grass so much that a person using all their strength can't open it. I squeezed in and approached the dog. It cowered, but didn't run. I slowly reached down and picked him up. I lifted him over the gate while I squeezed back through the opening. We thanked the man, got him to sign the papers signing them over to us, and got in our cars. We drove away, leaving several Westies there, as another rescue is picking them up later this week. I hated leaving any of them. Luckily, this breeder is surrendering all of his dogs because he is getting out of the "business."

Once we got a bit down the road we pulled over to inspect the dogs, as we didn't want to do that in front of the breeder. The younger ones were so terrified they pressed themselves against the backs of the crates, shaking out of fear that we would touch them. The older ones were slightly friendlier, but upon inspection, many had unknown masses on their bodies, teeth so rotten they were literally falling out and rotting their jaws, and fleas jumping everywhere.

After some thorough discussion, we decided to give them all to a Schnauzer specific rescue (we were originally going to split them up), as we decided they were better equipped to handle them at this time and that way we could dedicate our resources to other dogs that desperately need our help. There's always another one needing rescue, and we know these are in good hands now.

It was a rough day- seeing how these dogs have lived their entire lives, are now terrified of humans because of how little interaction they get, falling in love so quickly with these sweet faces, and then passing them on to someone else instead of bringing them home to love on.

I held it together all the way home. I got home and was unloading the crates from the car when my boyfriend came outside and asked, "where are they?" Since our other fosters were adopted or moved to other homes yesterday in preparation for these, we're down to one foster (for a different rescue). That's rare in this house where I'm known to bring home 4-5, and we had prepared for 3 today. He asked, and I cried. I cried about my sweet boy who cowered at my touch but let me carry him safely back to my car. I cried about the baby who dug a tunnel to hide in so that the scary humans wouldn't touch him. I cried about the rotten teeth and medical needs and the pain these sweet babies must be in. The fear they experienced on a daily basis all in the name of making money off of them. But then I cried happy tears as I told him that while I didn't have them, they were safe, and getting to spend probably their first night ever inside a home.

I came inside and showered off the day, and curled up to love on my babies. I'm going to hold them a little closer and give them a little more love until the next one comes along. It sure it won't be long, as I can't seem to stay away. I'm very happy my boys are nice enough to share their mom with all the babies I bring home that need love while we find their forever homes.

So today was a rough day, but I'd do it all over again if it meant I got to save more lives, and know the best is yet to come for these wonderful creatures.

Please, consider rescuing your next dog. Unfortunately there are not enough laws in place to punish places like this yet, but the more we rescue instead of buy, the more places will decide to "quit" the "business" of breeding to death living things with no regard to their lives.

If you can't rescue, please share the posts, advocate for better laws, donate to rescues, and help to make this world a better place for the ones we share it with. We have got to do better.

[catsofcalifornia]

Lancelot from Safe Cat Foundation in San Ramon, California

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Dear Lancelot, I write this as you lay beside me.  I remember when I first learned about you.  It was an urgent plea on Next Door from the shelter, saying your time was running out.  I didn't really know much about cats, having cared mostly for dogs in the past, but I offered to foster you the moment I saw that post. I remember when I picked you up from the shelter.  How you sat in your crate looking at me.  How your mouth made meowing motions but no sound came out.  My heart melted a little at your silent meows. I remember bringing you home, opening your crate as I sat beside you on the bed.  I know some cats take time to adjust to new surroundings so I was prepared to give you space.  But you immediately crawled onto my lap and purred the loudest purrs I'd ever heard as I petted you.  We went through a lot together in the months that followed.  And I bet it was nothing compared to what you went through the months you stayed at the shelter.  You were so listless those first months, barely moving every day, and just skin and bones.  Although I could tell you were hungry, eating caused you pain so you were scared to even approach food.  And you were a master hider.  I had to put a loud bell on you because you found hiding spots I never knew existed.  Looking back, now that I know the real you, I understand just how much pain you must've been in all that time.  That you suffered so greatly and for so long hurts my heart.  But what an astounding trooper you were throughout it all.  Despite how awful you must've felt, you remained so gentle and sweet.  It's been 4 weeks now as I write this that your health started to improve.  8 vet visits, an ultrasound, biopsy, several blood tests, and surgery to have all of your teeth extracted.  You've been through so much in such a short time, but finally I've gotten to see the real Lancelot. And what a delight you are. I love how you sometimes jump on the bed and sleep beside us.  How you curl up in the crook of an arm, or rest your body next to ours. I love how silly you are when you swat at dangling string or rub up against catnip toys. I love how you follow me around the house, from room to room, often running up ahead of me a little as if to say, "I'm gonna get there before you!", and then running the other way as soon as I turn around. I love how you sit in the yard with me as I'm typing away on my laptop or gardening.  How mellow you are and content to watch the passersby. I love how you let me put a harness on you and attempt to take you on a walk because I think all cats have a little bit of dog in them. I love how, when I'm in the other room with the dog, who we keep separated from you, you wait right in front of the door until I come out so that you can be by my side again.  My little shadow, my sidekick. I love YOU, you funny, sweet cat, with the silent meows that every once in a while turn into the littlest squeaks.  I can't believe the changes I've witnessed in you these past few weeks.  Every day has been a gift. I almost can't bear to watch the old video of you at the shelter now because it reminds me of your pain.  I hope your new family never has to see you like that.  But if they do, I hope they will do all they can to take care of you and help to make you feel better.  You may have special needs, but I hope they realize that you're worth it, that you deserve the best. You're now ready for adoption.  This was my end goal from day one, my purpose in your life.  I'm thrilled you've gotten to this point, and that I had the privilege of getting you there.  I'm going to miss you so much.  But the Lancelot-shaped hole you'll leave in my heart will be fair exchange for knowing that you'll fill somebody else's heart. I am filled with gratitude for having known you, Your Foster Mum (Lancelot has FIV and stomatitis, both of which are under control with the help of medication, given with high quality wet food.)    

[puppyexpressions]

10 First-Time Dog Owner Mistakes and How To Avoid Them

The love between a dog and their owner is extraordinary; there’s nothing else like it. Having the opportunity to experience this unconditional love is one of the many reasons why getting a dog for the first time is so exciting.

However, between the cuddles, kisses, and games of fetch, owning a dog is a huge responsibility. Whether you’re bringing a new puppy or an adult dog into your family, it’s up to you to make sure your canine companion is happy, healthy, and safe.

So if you’re a first-time dog owner – or just want to brush up on your knowledge – you’ve come to the right place. Here are 10 common first-time dog owner mistakes and tips for avoiding them.

1. Getting a dog before you’re ready

If you’re thinking about getting a dog, it can be easy to act too quickly – and run down to the nearest animal shelter or start researching reputable breeders. Dog ownership is a big responsibility and a long-term commitment. There are a variety of things to consider before deciding whether you’re ready to get a dog, especially if you’re a first-time owner, such as:

Time: Do you have enough time in your schedule to spend training, walking, and caring for a dog?

Lifestyle: Is your lifestyle suitable for a canine addition? Are you willing to change your schedule for a new puppy or dog?

Living space: Will a dog fit in with your living space? Do you have other family members or pets who may be affected by adding a dog to your household?

Cost: Can you afford to get a dog? Think about the costs of dog food, treats, toys, vaccinations, vet checkups, grooming, and other possible expenses.

Type of dog: Do you know which kind of dog is right for you? Are you looking for a purebred or a mixed breed dog? Do you know what kind of dog may work best with your lifestyle, activity level, and personality?

Considering questions like these can help prevent you from making an early mistake – getting a dog before you’re ready – and prepare you for the full scope of dog ownership.

2. Not creating a plan for house training

If you get an older dog, you may not have to worry as much about house training, but new puppy owners and those who adopt younger dogs will need a plan for potty training.

If you neglect this crucial training early in your dog’s life, the more likely your pup is to have accidents in the house, and the more difficult it will be for you to leave, even for short periods of time. It can be helpful to create a potty training plan even before you bring your new dog home and get all family members on board.

When you do bring your new puppy or dog home, you’ll want to make sure they have an established place to go to the bathroom, you take them out for regular potty breaks, and use positive reinforcement for good behavior.

If you decide to crate train your puppy, the crate can be a useful tool for house training. Crates or kennels take advantage of the “denning instinct,” meaning dogs are more likely to use the bathroom away from where they eat and sleep. Crate training also gives your canine companion a safe space to call their own.

3. Not properly socializing your dog

Early socialization for a puppy or a new dog is important to creating a healthy and well-behaved companion. If your dog is well-socialized early in life, the less likely they are to become anxious or scared in unfamiliar situations or develop aggressive behaviors as adults.

As a new dog owner, you’ll want to socialize your pup with different sights, sounds, places, people, and experiences. If you have a new puppy, socialization is particularly critical, especially within the first three months. During this time, you’ll want to introduce them to as many new positive experiences as you can – and keep reinforcing those experiences as your pup grows.

You can try activities like walking down the street, visiting a pet store, playing with new dog toys, arranging a puppy playdate, going to the dog park, and more. Of course, before you interact with other dogs, you’ll want to make sure your puppy or dog has received all of their required vaccinations to keep everyone safe.

4. Skipping basic obedience training

As a first-time dog owner, it may be easy to get overwhelmed by all the fun and excitement of having a new doggy best friend and skip out when it comes to laying down the rules. All canines, however, can benefit from basic dog training. And while some dogs may need more training than others, it’s important that you work through the basics with your new pup.

Basic dog training, like socialization exercises and leash training, will help you create a routine and reward good behavior. Teaching your dog basic commands like “sit,” “stay,” and “come” can help your dog become a well-mannered companion in all types of environments, as well as keep them safe in unfamiliar situations.

So, whether you decide to teach your dog at home, get private lessons from a dog trainer, or find dog training classes near you, you’ll want to make sure you invest in the basics – at a minimum. If your pooch has an apt for training, you might take things to the next level and get involved in tricks or dog sports.

5. Overfeeding

As a new pet parent or even as an experienced one, it is possible to think that giving your furry friend a few table scraps or extra treats won't hurt them. However, pet obesity is a prevalent issue that should not be overlooked. According to the Association for Pet Obesity Prevention, 56% of dogs in the United States are overweight or obese. Therefore, it is essential to be mindful of your pet's diet to ensure that they maintain a healthy weight.

And even just a little extra weight can cause a variety of health problems for dogs. Excess weight can lower a dog’s life expectancy and make it more difficult to manage common health issues, such as joint pain, injuries, and arthritis, as they age.

Conversely, keeping your dog at a healthy weight can help lower their risk of diabetes, high blood pressure, respiratory disease, kidney disease, and some forms of cancer.

The best thing you can do for your dog’s long-term well-being, therefore, is to feed them a balanced diet with high-quality ingredients. You’ll want to avoid any excess treats or table scraps and make sure they’re getting enough exercise. If your dog already has a weight problem, you can consult your veterinarian for advice on the safest and most effective way to shed the pounds.

6. Forgetting regular vet visits

You’ve remembered the key visits to the veterinarian as a new pet owner – your dog has all their core vaccinations and they’ve been in for spaying or neutering. So, once that annual checkup reminder arrives, it may be all too easy to forget the appointment.

Although your dog might prefer to skip the appointment too, taking your pup for regular vet appointments is one of the most important parts of their preventative care. When you take your dog for an annual checkup, your vet performs a physical exam – checking their vitals, weight, teeth, lungs, heart – and running any tests they think might be necessary. If something is cause for concern, your vet can address it and suggest options for treatment.

During these visits, your vet will also give your dog any vaccine boosters (which your pup might need more frequently for doggy daycare or boarding), as well as discuss prevention for things like heartworm, fleas, ticks, and other parasites. If you have any questions or concerns about your dog’s health, you can talk to your veterinarian about them at these visits.

As your canine companion gets older, these visits will become even more important, especially if they develop any health issues. Your dog may not love the trip, but these regular vet checkups will help them stay healthy – ultimately, allowing them to spend more time with you.

7. Not getting enough exercise

Dogs have different energy levels and activity needs, but each pup will need some form of regular exercise. If your dog doesn’t get regular exercise – both physically and mentally – the more likely they are to develop both weight and behavioral issues.

As you might expect, a dog that isn’t getting enough exercise is more likely to gain weight, but they also may take out their extra energy in other ways, such as chewing, barking, or other destructive behaviors.

In general, your dog should get a minimum of 30 minutes of vigorous exercise every day, which might include activities like walking, running, swimming, or playing fetch. Some dog breeds, of course, have higher energy levels and activity needs, whereas others are more low-maintenance.

It’s helpful to understand the exercise requirements of your kind of dog to make sure they’re getting the time they need. Labrador Retrievers, for example, are high-energy and playful dogs that are easily trainable. These dogs are also prone to obesity, however, making exercise even more important.

And don’t forget about mental exercise too – playtime and training practice can help dogs work their minds and release some energy as well.

8. Overlooking behavioral issues

As pet parents, we all want to see the best in our pups – and sometimes, love can make us a little blind. But after a neighbor complains again and again about your dog’s barking, it becomes harder to tell yourself, “Oh, my dog wouldn’t do that.”

There are a variety of reasons as to why your dog may develop or display certain behavior issues. Your dog may be trying to communicate that they’re anxious or upset. They might have an underlying health issue that needs to be addressed by your veterinarian. Your pup may have experienced a change in their environment or routine that is causing them to act out.

Whatever the reason, it’s important to recognize what’s going on and work to get it resolved. Common behavior issues, such as separation anxiety, barking, or chewing, can often be addressed with specific training strategies. Some other issues, like growling, biting, or other aggressive behavior might require working with a professional dog trainer.

In any case, if you’re not sure what’s causing your dog’s change in behavior or you’re having trouble dealing with a particular problem, it can be helpful to consult with your veterinarian or a professional trainer for advice.

9. Not getting your dog comfortable with grooming

They may seem like easy enough tasks – giving a dog a bath, brushing their coat, trimming their nails, brushing their teeth – these are all things that help our pups look and feel their best. Grooming is also an essential part of pet care.

If your dog’s nails grow too long and aren’t trimmed, they can cause health and mobility issues. Similarly, if your dog’s teeth aren’t regularly brushed, they’re more likely to develop dental disease. And of course, depending on the type of coat your dog has, regular brushing helps remove dead hair and prevents matting.

Getting your dog to cooperate with all of these grooming processes, however, is not always as simple as you might think – especially if they’re already anxious in unfamiliar situations or environments. This is why getting your dog comfortable with grooming early in life, whether with you at home or with a professional groomer, is so important.

How do you go about this process? Just like introducing your dog to other unfamiliar situations, it’s best to start slowly and with lots of positive reinforcement.

10. Not preparing for emergencies

No pet owner likes to think about the unexpected, but sometimes, emergencies happen. The best thing anyone can do – especially if you’re a first-time dog owner – is to be prepared.

One way to prepare for emergencies is to get your dog microchipped. With a microchip, you have a way to find your dog using radio waves in the device if your pup ever gets lost. Even if you don’t plan on letting your dog go off-leash, or you have a fenced-in yard, this simple and safe procedure can help you find your dog if they get lost.

Another thing you can do is to prepare an emergency kit. In your emergency kit, you should include anything that you would need for your dog in case you needed to evacuate or leave your home immediately. The kit might include dog food, a dog bed, a water bowl, some toys, a blanket or towel, an extra leash, dog bags, any medications, and information about local emergency response centers.

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Samir Zidan Species: Werewolf Occupation: Grit Pit fighter & Volunteer Age: 40 Years Old Played By: Marin Face Claim: Rami Malek

“I’m trying to stay clean, but my hands are monsters.”

TW: Parental death

It was supposed to be an ordinary life, that’s what Samir always told himself. Born as the eldest child of a pair of Egyptian immigrants, he grew up in Orlando, where life was ruled by mundanity. He never much thrived in it, but he managed, while joined at the hip with his sister Safiya.

The event that would mark a turn in his life was the day his father collapsed in a store and never made it out of the hospital. Samir was sixteen, clutching his Saf’s hand in the grocery store. From then on, he decided to put a load on his shoulders and lead a different life then before. He was nearly grown, after all, the eldest of the Zidan kids. He became the one preparing lunches and making sure the cereal was stocked, and when it became time for college, he didn’t go. 

It felt good to be someone that could be depended on. To have purpose, rather than just be a boy who lost his dad as a teenager. And so Samir took on another job and cleaned up his mother’s wine glasses when she’d fallen asleep on the couch. He came home late, smelling of the deep fryer and dishwashing liquid at work. The fridge was lined with food from the restaurant he worked at. He tried to mediate the tensions and never thought of the tensions that lived in his chest. He watched Safiya leave at eighteen, as he remained.

He was too old for college, too broke and too shit at school once his siblings had moved out. South he went, to do the same thing he did at home but somewhere away from the apartment he’d lived in all his life and to a resort. A different scene. Same work. White beaches, shitty tourists, good colleagues.

He was out of it, the night he was bit. But he became fully aware when the attack happened. Saw with clear vision what the creature looked like, how his leg bled and bled and bled and wouldn’t stop. How he called his sister rather than emergency services, and how she told him to not be stupid, screaming at him through the phone. She screamed a lot at him, but always from a place of love, he told himself. 

Thirty five, and he awoke in a hospital bed. A gnarly wound on his leg. Wild animal attacks, they weren’t unheard of. When asked what had happened, he muttered something about a wolf, so large and so strong that he thought he was going to die. 

A month later, he blacked out. Three nights in a row were lost to him. He woke after the third one with blood caked on his chin and stuck under his nails. The news reported a pair of missing tourists. A month later, it happened again and the pattern scared Samir. Tourists, missing. Nights gone from his memory. Blood, sticking to him. Another round, a month later. A whole season had passed by now, the bodies of four tourists found. Ripped apart. Bits of them eaten. There were rumors of a cannibal being active. People joked about a werewolf and Samir felt himself pale at the idea.

Surely it couldn’t be that he was some creature ruled by the moon, but what if? The fourth month, he called in. Propped up his phone and hit record and waited. As an extra security measure, he sat in a dog crate. He woke the next day in the wilderness. Returned home to proof on his phone and a destroyed crate. Hours later, the news reported a pair of honeymooners missing.

Maybe it was suspicious to get up and leave, but he did. Here, he could no longer stay. So Samir went back to his mother and slept a week there, letting her fuss and fret over him as every touch made him want to retract or bark. The years that followed were harrowing, ones of skipping town. There was work to be found in every kitchen, but working past sundown every day was no longer an option. He tried plenty of things, from cages to chains to sedation — but it seemed the wolf inside him was dead set on breaking out and raging. Samir grew solitary and furious, afraid and enraged with himself, ashamed of what he was. He stopped coming home for the holidays. Stopped coming home altogether, in the end.

When he heard of the Grit Pit, he was desperate. There seemed no leashing the beast, and so maybe he had to find a way to let it go without letting to roam completely free. The empath he spoke to convinced him, with ease, to sign the contract and let Corinna make sure that he’d not go out to kill an innocent again. 

The first night he fought for them, he let them cage him up. Razor, he was called, for the sharpness of his claws and teeth. The first morning, he woke in that same cage and was welcomed with a clap on the back and a large coffee. Good show, they told him, payment in two days. So for two more nights, he slipped into a cage and woke in one, with no recollection of what happened. 

For over half a year now, it has been rinse and repeat. Most of the days, Samir volunteers, trying to quell the rage and guilt in his chest with some kind of giving back. Three nights a month, he’s one of Corinna’s top fighters, bringing in money for himself and the Pit. His conscience not quite empty, but ignorant enough. And though it’s not perfect, it’s the longest he’s been able to stay in one place for over five years. 

But fate is funny, isn’t it? There’s a woman in town with his estranged sister’s name, her curls and her face. Whether Samir can face her, he’s not sure yet.

Character Facts:

Personality: Allocentric, well-rounded, hardworking, responsible, restrained, escapist, shameful, neurotic, cowardly, furious

Samir’s stage name is Razor. There are few people who know that the wolf that appears in the Pit every month is him, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. Razor is known for his ruthlessness, sharp teeth and how good he is at using those very teeth. He looks like this.

During most days, Samir can be found at the community center, where does a fair amount of things. Pouring coffee for the elderly, leading an exercise class (also for the elderly) and assisting in a cooking class (probably also for the elderly). It makes him feel a little less guilty about being a murderous werewolf three nights a month.

He is also very fond of doing odd jobs, so if you ever need someone to help you move or drive something around for you, he’s your guy! If it’s not his time of the month, that is.

Samir – or, at least, his werewolf-self – was known as the Florida Ripper for quite some time. Signing up with the Pit has helped him shake off some of the authorities, though the murder cases remain unresolved.

Really enjoys the beach and can be seen catching some waves when the waves allow it. 

He lives above a fish shop on the Harborside, and can sometimes be seen working in the back of the shop to lower his rent for the month a little. Yes, he does smell a little fishy sometimes.

[ghostofthemost141]

I'll Be Back Chapter 6

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.7. Ch.8.

About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

!Warnings!: Suggestive Talk and talk of Death

Notes: Plot kind of changed a little bit. I was gonna have it to were Alejandro was dead but then comes back but decided to change it to were he may have died but is deemed alive for 'whatever reason'. Regardless, hope y'all enjoy it.

“..de-” 

*RINGRING*

Rudy was caught off with his phone ringing loudly. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing obnoxiously. I nodded at him to answer, still mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the worst. 

“What do you want, Graves?” Rudy snared into his phone upon answering. 

Rudy’s face slowly morphed from anger to confusion and then to complete surprise. 

“Um..uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Bye.” Rudy mumbled, hanging up the phone. 

“Is everything alright?” I asked. 

“Yeah..Uh Graves just told me that Alejandro is alive.” 

Relief washed over me as Rudy said that. 

“Oh fuck.” I croaked out, trying not to cry as I just was on the brink of. 

“He did get shot in the head but Graves just told me he miraculously survived and that he wants to see you now.” Rudy explained to me. 

“Okay, okay, okay uh, I..” 

For a split second I thought Rudy was going to tell me that my husband was dead, but instead he is alive but injured. A loud exciting bark occured as Winston realized who was here. 

“Oh Winston, I have to leave, let me go put you in your crate.” I said as I picked him up, “give me a second please.” 

“Of course, ma’am.” Rudy said as I sauntered off to his kennel that was on the other side of the living room. 

“Okay Winston, I gotta go get Daddy, he is hurt but I’ll be back alright? Here’s your teddy.” I tell him as I sit him down gently on his bed, giving him his teddy so he knows it's there. 

Winston bit down on the teddy and got comfortable in his bed, tending to his toys. Seeing that he was comfortable, I shut the door to his cage and quickly grabbed my jacket and purse. I rushed out with Rudy, making sure the door was locked as I shut it. 

“What happened?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat of Rudy’s car. 

Rudy started the car and peeled out of our driveway, heading straight for our local hospital, driving as fast as he legally could. 

“He used himself as a human shield and was shot in the head. He went limp on top of me. I thought for sure he was dead but..” Rudy stopped, his face burrowing into frustration. 

I can see the frustration on his face, but I selfishly didn’t care. All I cared about was that my husband was alive and that he was okay. You can survive headshot wounds, it’s rare, but it can happen. I can tell Rudy was still confused but I could tell that internally he was happy that his Colonel was alive and well. 

“But he is indeed alive. And I am happy that for your sake he is alive.” 

“For your sake too, Rudy.” I added, with a smile. 

Rudy gave me a smile back as the rest of the drive up to the hospital was a silent one, but in a good way. 

~

“He’s just in here.” Rudy said as we stopped at a hospital room door. 

I could hear some muffling talking in the room, indicating that Alejandro was not the only one in there. For some reason, that made me hesitate going in there. 

“Is he..” 

“His usual self? Yes.” Rudy finished what I was thinking. 

I gave another sigh of relief hearing Rudy say that. I knocked on the door loudly to indicate my presence. 

“Not right now!” A nurse’s voice yelled from inside the room. 

What. The. Fuck. Just hearing that made my blood boil and burn inside. 

“It’s his wife.” I announce. 

“Don’t care.” 

I busted open the door, barging in. 

“Don’t tell no damn woman to wait after she found out her husband is alive after getting shot in the goddamn head.” I growled, immediately getting into the nurse’s space, “how dare y’all?”

“Querida..” A low, husky voice called to me. 

I turned to my left, seeing Alejandro in the hospital bed, with a big bandage wrapped around his head and in a hospital gown. He looked like himself but not at the same time. 

“Alejandro.” I cried out, nearly jumping into his arms but I had to hold myself back in doing so. 

I held him tightly as he did as well the best he could. I leaned my head onto his chest, feeling the heavy tears escape out of my eyes, staining his gown. 

“Oh my god.” I say, leaning up to look at him. 

Alejandro weakly smiled at me, holding my hand tightly. 

“You’re alive.” I croaked. 

Alejandro chuckled. 

“Sí, te dije que volvería.[Yes, I told you I would be back]” Alejandro told me. 

I chuckled, knowing that it was indeed him. It was Alejandro Vargas, my husband. My dear husband. I leaned in and gave him a passionate, deep kiss. Alejandro kissed back, holding my cheeks as he did so, feeling his familiar stubble touching my face. I pulled away, giggling in response and rubbing his stubble. 

“What? Do I need to shave?” Alejandro asked. 

“No. I just missed you is all.” I said, feeling his stubble prick my hand. 

Alejandro’s eyes gazed over behind me. I turned to find Rodolfo standing there, not awkwardly but definitely waiting for both of us to have our moment. 

“Rodolfo.” Alejandro called to him, causing me to back away but Alejandro held my hand, keeping me in place. 

“¿Señor?” Rudy said, approaching him. 

“Did we..did we take down the cartel?” Alejandro asked, wincing as he talked. 

“Yes sir we did. Thanks to you.” Rudy thanked him, making him chuckle. 

“No, that was all you, Rudy. I knew I made the right decision with you taking over Los Vaqueros.” Alejandro told Rudy, with a beaming smile. 

Rudy smiled in response, knowing he was appreciative of hearing those words from his Colonel. 

“Everything is going to be okay.” I said, leaning onto Alejandro’s chest. 

Alejandro chuckled, pecking my head in response knowing he felt the same way. 

~

“Are you okay?” 

I had just put the car in park in our driveway and Alejandro was doubled down over, holding his head. 

“Hmhm, yes querida.” Alejandro croaked out. 

I placed a reassuring hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. 

“I’m sorry, Alejandro.” I apologized. 

“Esta bien mi amor. No necesitas disculparte.[It’s okay, my love. No need to apologize.]” Alejandro told me, placing his hand on my thigh. 

He gripped it gently, but I could feel the tension and pain he was feeling. The doctor prescribed him some pain killers but it is only a temporary prescription so he can only take it when he really needs it and the shit practically knocks him out into a deep sleep. 

“Do you want your meds?” I offer. 

“No, no it’s okay. Estoy bien.” Alejandro said with his best reassuring tone. 

I sighed, knowing he was hurting but he was trying to put on a brave face for me. He didn’t need to do that but I know that no matter the circumstances, he was going to do that. 

“You can hold onto me to go inside.” I offered again. 

“Thank you, mi amar.” Alejandro thanked me. 

I nodded as I got out of the car, gathered up all of our belongings, and met Alejandro on the passenger side. I could tell any slight movement he made would send shooting pain up to his head. 

“Easy, amor.” I cooed to him, trying to make him take it slow. 

I helped Alejandro out of the car and he held onto my shoulder as we made the slow walk to the front door. I fished for my keys and unlocked the front door, immediately getting greeted by loud, joyful barking, which made Alejandro cringe with pain. 

“Winston, shush!” 

“It’s fine, he doesn’t understand.” Alejandro mumbled, “he will stop barking if you let him out.” 

“True.” I said, as I helped Alejandro to the couch. 

Alejandro laid down on his back onto the couch, softly groaning in pain as his head hit the cushion. The thought of him seeing him miserable and hurting, hurt me more on the inside. I turned to let Winston out who immediately stopped the barking and ran to Alejandro, jumping onto his chest and his nose nudging his nose with his tail wagging so fast that his butt was shaking. It was a cute sight. Alejandro chuckled, petting Winston’s fluffy little head. 

“Hey little guy. Take care of your mom for me?” Alejandro asked him, earning a kiss from Winston. 

“I’d take that as a yes.” I said, laughing. 

~

“Do you feel alright?” I ask Alejandro, turning back to him. 

“I mean,” Alejandro smirked, his eyes grazing up and down at me, “I have a great view.” 

I chuckled, covering my blushing face as he said that. 

“You perv.” I joked, hitting him with my towel. 

“Am I being perv or just admiring my wife in all of her glory?” Alejandro said. 

He’s not wrong. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned back to the shower to check the temperature and make sure the shower chair was stable. 

“Doctor said showers were okay but to make sure my head stays in the open air so it doesn’t get infected.” Alejandro informed me, remembering that his wound was in the back of his head. 

I nodded in response, feeling the water be at the right temperature. 

“It’s ready.” I say as I approach him. 

Alejandro was already undressed and ready for me to walk him in. Due to were the bullet hit him in his brain,  he has to work on his physical balance and footing, in which I of course don’t mind at all helping him at all and taking him to his appointments. 

“I got you, Ale.” I reassure him as I wrapped my arm around him, and onto his hip, keeping his body in place with mine as we slowly made our way to the shower. 

I could feel Alejandro’s footing slick a little once we made it to the shower floor and he hesitated. 

“You’re okay, Alejandro, I got you.” I reassure him. 

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, Amelia.” 

“You won’t.” I retort back. 

Alejandro chuckled. 

“My stubborn little ángel.” 

I rolled my eyes, as I helped Alejandro sit down on the medical chair that was placed in the middle of our shower. 

“Thank God we opted for a big shower.” I comment, standing in front of him. 

“Well we know the real reason why we did that.” Alejandro mentioned. 

“God, you sly dog.” 

Alejandro just chuckled at me saying that, knowing damn well he was practically getting a show. 

“Water temperature okay?” I ask, letting the water fall on him. 

“Perfecto.” 

I nodded as I scanned over to see what shampoo to use on him. 

“Amelia.” 

I turned to find Alejandro staring me down but in a suggestive way. 

“What do you want, Señor?” I ask, returning the same energy. 

“Come sit on Papa’s lap.” Alejandro demanded. 

“Yes sir.” 

~

“How’s your head?” 

“Better. Gettin’ sleepy though.” Alejandro mumbled, his hand movements through my hair getting slower and slower. 

“I know you want me to keep laying on your chest but you can’t be laying on your wound.” I reminded him. 

“I know, I know. Five more minutes.” Alejandro said. 

I held him tighter, just feeling grateful that Alejandro was here with me and he was okay. Alive. 

“When do you want to start trying?” I ask. 

“We can as soon as possible.” 

“Well I want you to be better first.” I say, craning my neck to be looking up at him. 

“I know,” Alejandro said, stringing my hair through his fingers, “but I know it’s something that you want.” 

“I mean, you want it too right?” 

“Of course, querida. You would be a great madre.” Alejandro told me. 

“And you would be a great padre.” I say back, leaning up closer to his face to were his stubble was touching me, “I just hope we don’t have to go at it like rabbits to make it happen.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Alejandro remarked. 

I just rolled my eyes at him, giving him a peck on his chin. 

“Can I ask you something?” I ask. 

“Anything.” 

“Um..” I pause, thinking on how to properly ask this, “what did it feel like?” 

“Did what, Amy?” 

“Uh, well dying. I mean Rudy swears you did, but Graves says otherwise.” I say. 

Alejandro’s doe brown eyes stared into mine, and I could feel as if all of his emotions he felt when it all happened. 

“It was..weird. I didn’t really feel anything. One second I was awake and then the next was blackness. I felt like I was floating infinitely in just darkness. I could hear everything going on around me but couldn’t see it. And real quick I was back.” Alejandro explained to me. 

Just hearing that made me squeeze him really tight. 

“Cariña.” Alejandro mumbled, feeling my tight squeeze. 

“I’m sorry it’s just..you were almost gone.” 

“But I am still here.” He reassured me. 

“I know.” I say, “you should probably roll over now.” 

“Okay.” He mumbled. 

Alejandro cringed as he rolled over onto his side, facing me and I did the same thing. 

“If you need to use the restroom, then wake me up okay? I don’t want you to fall.” I say, feeling myself get woozy. 

“M’kay.” Alejandro said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. 

I kissed back softly, just happy that he was here. He would be here forever. 

*BEEP* 

Just as I was dozing off, I heard my phone beep indicating someone sent me a text. Weird. Who would be texting me at this hour? 

“Who is..” Alejandro’s drowsy voice spoke with his eyes halfway open. 

I rolled over to look and see who it was. 

…

Graves. 

~