#i opened the door this morning for the dogs to take their morning pee before brekkie

[brighteyedspitz]

having a peaceful afternoon outside bc for the first time this year it actually feels like it might be fall in this godforsaken hellhole that im cursed to call home

[cherubunie]

run ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ sunghoon can't help but watch his favorite little toy go absolutely crazy, you unbeknowingly give him exactly what he wants; not only your blood , but your pussy as well.

word count ; 2.6k

sunghoon x reader | heavy cnc , slight manhandling , smacking , dacryphilia , mask-kink , fingering , stalking , chasing / prey + hunter , blood consumption, slight knife play, degrading, slight praise, sadism / masochism, you live in the woods , you're also kinda dumb... sorry . not proof read. since its spooky season and I felt like sharing my thoughts.... enjoy you fucking freaks.

sunghoon kept quiet as he stalked through your house , making sure not to step on the places where your floorboard squeaked. you were fast asleep under the covers , breathing steady and your eyes fluttering as they moved behind you lids. sunghoon liked watching you sleep , it almost made him feel as if he were sane.

he'd been stalking observing you for a while , his interest peaking when he saw you working your little day job in the book store down the road.. you were oh so kind to him; helping him find everything he needed, walking around the store with him in order to find a book he had been wanting, you were just so sweet.

he caught on to the hidden compliments you threw at him whenever he would come into your book store, making him smile and blush like crazy. you would even try flirting with him a little. you started looking forward to the times sunghoon came in, the way he would talk to you made you feel like you were special, and you were honestly thinking about asking him out on a date.

he liked watching you walk to and from your job, playing with your dog when you came home, he liked how you would light a candle and read in your room before bed right after doing your skin care routine and oh how he loved watching your dainty little fingers fuck your pussy. your nails freshly manicured in your favorite color.

ever since his little, fascination with you, a side of him was unlocked that he never new about. a side of him that he hides from everyone. you know what one says though; the more you keep things bottled up, the bigger the explosion was going to be.

now here he was, watching you fast asleep in bed, as your parted lips let out breathy sighs. he wonders what you're dreaming about.

maybe you dream about him the same way he used to about you. oh he doesn't sleep anymore unless he quite literally passes out. you've consumed so much of his person that its like the two of you are one now !

his hand brushes over your soft cheek delicately, coming down to the skin of your lips as he presses his thumb down onto your bottom one, feeling your breath fan his digit. he shudders, taking in every single one of your features

that was until you started to stir awake. sunghoon curses for being in your room for too long, knowing that you normally get up at 3:30 in the morning to go pee and get a glass of water. he shuffles out of your room quickly before your eyes fling open.

you heard something.

you could have sworn it. you sit up, your eyes adjusting to the dark room before they land on your bedroom door.

it was closed.

you always close your door before you head to bed. here it was, wide fucking open. fear runs through your veins, your hand shaking as you go to lift yourself up off the bed. you slip out of bed, wary of your surroundings as you make your way around the house. sunghoon can see your figure in the dark as he hides himself behind your couch, crouching down so you couldnt see him. you walk into the kitchen, flicking on a light and turning around to observe your area.

sunghoon has a clear view of you, watching as you shakingly look around for any sign of break ins or anything. you turn around and stare at your front door.

its open.

wide fucking open.

the darkness from outside seeping into your home. you just stare at the front door, your hands folded into your chest while your eyes are as big as the sun, staring straight out of the door and into the darkness.

sunghoon chuckles at how cute you are.

maybe you shouldn't have left it unlocked

sunghoon shifts slightly, but just enough for your head to snap to his. you scream as soon as you see the masked man in the corner. you dart behind you counter within a fraction of a second and run to grab a knife. sunghoon is quick on his feet, meeting you in the kitchen and trapping you in the room. you scurry around your silverware drawer, not finding any of your sharp knives.

"what the fuck!" you scream in fear. you never touch your sharper knives unless you have to. sunghoon chuckles behind you, and you swear you can just fucking die on the spot. you spin around, the tall man stands inbetween you and the rest of the house. your eyes dart around looking for something- anything to use to defend yourself that you can reach for quicker than he can.

nothing, not a single fucking thing in sight. you suddenly get an idea; the only way out was to run turn around and run out the back door, having a small chance of survival if you were to run into the woods behind your house.

"dont be stupid.." he warns, your biggest knife sliding out from his belt loop, his fingers coming to play with the pointy end of it, twisting it in his fingers. you hesitate, your body shaking as your mind screams at you to run.

your eyes drink in his figure. the shape of his arms defined by the black shirt he's wearing and a black pair of jeans that match. under different circumstances, you would be unbelievably turned on due to the ghost face mask covering this mans face. you breathe in through your nose, holding it as your body spins around, acting before you can think.

you work fast to unlock the door, swinging it open and slamming it shut behind you within a second.

"I said dont be fucking stupid" he leaps over the counter, beginning to run after you, his long legs and toned figure gaining distance on you quickly. the light from your house disappears as you make it to the tree line, your feet beginning to scrape against the ground of the woods. your breathing is heavy as you move as you run for your life. sunghoon watching you disappear into the shadows, following in after you. he listens to your feet hitting the ground, twigs and leaves crunching under the pressure of your body weight.

you turn around to see if you had gained any distance, but scream as you see him hot on your tail. your body feels like its going to give out underneath you at any given second and your feet begin to bleed against the rough ground. tears stream down your face as they blur your vision.

you're terrified.

you grab onto a small tree and make a sharp turn, hissing as the bark cuts into your hand. sunghoon follows you, watching your every move like a hawk as he does so.

"you can't run from me, y/n" you hear him tease you. you spot another tree to make a sharp turn at, but before you can reach out to grab it, you trip on a huge tree root that's growing above the ground. you stumble, your body hitting the ground in a tumble, leaves get in your hair and you feel your nose start to bleed. before you can process what happened, you feel a hand on your throat. your eyes shoot open as the masked man now stands in front of your aching body.

his fingers press against your artery, threatening to cut off your oxygen.

"no no please, please dont hurt me" you say as he places the tip of the knife on your thigh, trailing it up your skin and under your night gown. your breath shudders under the cold metal, your arms feeling weak after you just landed on them, your full body weight crushing them in an instant.

"aww, begging already sweetheart?" he coos at you, his knife finding your clothed clit and you can't help yourself when a whimper exits your throat. your head hurts as he throws the knife to the side, his fingers coming to rub against your clothed heat instead. your hands fly up to grab his arm, attempting to push him away.

sunghoon's grip on your throat disappears, a harsh sting on your cheek making you gasp as he slaps you across the face before grabbing both your wrists in his hold and pushing them into the dirt above your head.

"stop fucking squirming and take it" his fingers pull your panties to the side as he enters two of his digits into your wet cunt, and you feel embarrassment rise to your cheeks at the squelch your wetness makes.

"you're so wet, you like it when I use your body? what a fucking whore" you squirm under his fingers, your hips grinding into his hand and your legs kick out as he pumps your pussy, his fingers curling in and out of you.

"please" tears cloud your vision again and all you want to do is disappear.

"that's right, squirm for me a little more" a sob racks out of your throat, your wetness increasing as his fingers work inside you. your walls clamp down on his digits. you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood and you can taste the iron on your tongue.

you squeal out when you feel the coil in your tummy, your back arching off the ground and your legs begin to shake. sunghoon chuckles to himself, your pussy sucks in his fingers almost as if they're begging for his cock.

he knew today was the day he was gonna use your body. the way you purposely left the door unlocked and your curtains open, the way you looked outside longly before you had gone to bed, your bedroom window being cracked as your fingers fucked your pussy pathetically. he does it better, and you knew as much.

he sees your change in demeanor, your walls flutter around his fingers and your arms buckle in his hold. he tongues his cheek before he rips his digits out of you, your orgasm being stripped away from your body and you dart your head up, a scared whine leaving your lips as you hear the buckle of his belt come undone. you begin to thrust your heels into the ground, an attempt to get away from the man once more.

he looks back up at you, shaking his head with a 'tsk' before his hand comes away from his belt to slap your puffy cunt, a squeal erupting from your mouth. he takes his belt off completely, working to undo his button and zipper. when you hear his pants shuffle, that's when you know you're all done for, but that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

you kick his leg, earning you a loud "fuck" from the man and your wrists slip from his grip, but before you can claw your way out from underneath him completely, he grabs you ankles and drags you against the hard ground, your body under his as you notice his hard cock sprung against his abdomen, pearly beads of precum leaking out of his pink tip.

you whine as his free hand comes to wrap around your throat once more, squeezing down and you almost lose all ability to breathe. your head feels fuzzy, but you still fight anyways. your hands grab at the mask and rip it off, your eyes widening when you see who it is.

"s-sunghoon ?" you choke out in surprise. he chuckles at your reaction, his fanged teeth on display. his fist pumps his cock as he leans over your trembling figure, his face coming down to yours as he licks the blood off your cheek, a scratch littering your face from your earlier fall.

you whine under him as he pushes his tip against your sopping hole, your pussy wet enough he was able to slide in with ease. your back arched as you curled into him, your hands coming up to grip his hair in your fingers and yanking, attempting to pull him off. he hisses under your grip and his hand lets go of your throat, earning you yet another slap across the face. just as his palm met contact with your cheek, he began to thrust his dick inside you roughly, his thrusts demanding and concentrated. you scream at the pain of the stretch, his cock splitting you open in a sting.

your hands fall from his hair, moving towards his hips to push him away

"s-stop f..f p lease ! h-hoon no !" you squeal as his tip presses up against your cervix. his thrusts dont falter at your desperate attempt to get him away from you, your pussy clenching down on his length as your moans fill the cool, autumn air. the trees hum in tune with your beautiful melody, sunghoon groaning.

"shut up and take it and I might let you live" his threat hangs in the air over your head and you whine, your hands letting go of his body, coming up to grab his biceps, one holding your legs apart and the other is digging its palm into the ground, holding him up above your frame as he fucks himself into you.

your jaw slacks open, the prettiest of whines and whimpers dance off your tongue in pleasure. sunghoon drags his lower lip inbetween his teeth, your cunt sucking him in as he graces your sweet spot with every thrust.

"please f-fuck oh my god" you beg- not having a clue in the world what for. your body is tingly and your head is light. your head turns to the side and tears roll down your cheeks, your mouth kisses sunghoons hand that holds himself up, and he can't help but laugh at your cuteness.

"god you're so fucking adorable when you cry, pretty" you hum at his words. his hips rock against yours, your hole fluttering around him like a butterfly's wing. the coil in your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching, and sunghoon can tell because you get that look in your eye as your body begins to convulse. he curses under his breath as he sits up.

he grabs your legs and forces them over his shoulders, his body pressing down on the back of your thighs as he brings your knees to the sides of your head, folding you in half. your eyes widen at the deeper angle, your hands moving towards his back as your nails dig into him.

"you still want me to stop, precious?" he looks into your eyes and you can't help the pathetic way you shake your head slowly, a hushed whine fills sunghoons ears as a protest. his thrusts pick up pace again, fucking you into the dirt beneath you.

"that's what I fucking thought" your legs feel like jelly as sunghoon presses them up against you, your orgasm from before begins to wash over you.

sunghoon snakes a hand down in between your sweaty bodies, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit and you finally feel yourself begin to spill over. with your legs wrapping around his head, you cream all over his dick with a scream, his cock hitting all the right angles.

he doesn't care. his pace doesn't let up as he fucks you through your orgasm, overstimulation beginning to make your body convulse in his hold, your pulse picking up the pace even more.

"n-no , 's too much pl-please !" your hiccuped sobs of desperation egg sunghoon on further, your clit pulsating against his fingers.

"we're not done until I say we are, understand?" you nod your head, taking his dick pathetically, your eyes begging and your mouth telling him to continue with your sounds.

"you're gonna take my cock like the pathetic little girl you are" he spits at you, venom in his tone.

you might be just as sick as he is, purposely leaving your doors unlocked knowing who was going to be barging in this late into the night.

[monarchberrysblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

part one — nasty dog 🐕

An inspired baby daddy au from @yougavemeyourheartyouknow as I wanted to add my own spin to it!

🥏 summary: you and miguel meet for the first time…

🥏 content warning: suggestive content ahead! miguel is a little perv. (ooc miguel), poor dog training tips (I've never owned a pet, period, so don't take my word for it.) and slow ahh, character introduction, and lastly, cheesy rom-com layout.

🥏 word count: +2.0k words (I might have over done it....)

🥏 author’s notes: ive been so excited to post this! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read as well 💙 I do apologize for not posting as it has been a difficult time for a lot of people including myself other than that, thank you for reading 🥹

🛝 not proofread! 🛝

As the minutes passed, the little puppy unleashed an unrelenting chorus of barks and yaps, desperately seeking attention from its indifferent owner. With each eager yap, it yearned to escape the confines of the cramped apartment studio, dreaming of the wide-open spaces of Central Park.

The tiny puppy dashed energetically across the glossy laminated floor, its pink leash dangling playfully from its mouth. As it eagerly pranced about, it suddenly skidded to a halt, only to miscalculate its stop and bump gently into the corner of a nearby side table.

The impact drew a soft whine from the floppy-eared pup, adding a touch of vulnerability to its spirited spunk. With determination shining in its bright eyes, the little dog shook off the moment, its fur ruffling, and then set off at full speed toward a specific bedroom, its tiny paws pattering in excited rhythm.

The thought of stretching its tiny legs amidst the soft grass was nothing more than a distant hope, an innocent wish for freedom that seemed far too extravagant to fulfill. A fulfill that is a need than a want.

The puppy sneaks in between the open crevice between the door and the doorframe. Its little nails scrape against the wooden floor and stop at the bedside. The puppy drops the leash on the floor before confidently yapping its little barks to its owner.

The puppy whines in defeat before its dark eyes lock on the throw blanket, and a little idea forms. With a big bite, the puppy bites on the fabric and plays a round of tug-of-war against the blanket. The little idea finally works, as its owner wakes up and tugs the blanket back towards them.

“Bella, por favor!” You groan, firmly grasping the blanket and tug. The puppy, Bella, growls and yanks.

Despite the satin pink ribbons decorating her ears to give her an innocent look, the puppy was far from it. She growled lowly from her chest cavity, yanking on the lilac blanket.

“Let go!” You strain through gritted teeth but get a harsh bark from the puppy, causing you to drop the blanket quickly.

Bella yips and rolls around the blanket, losing her small figure in the fuzzy material. You sit on your bed now, looking at the hyperactive puppy rolling around your laminated floors like a piglet in a mud hole. You blow a heavy exhale, effectively blowing a strand of hair away from your face.

“The chick at the shelter wasn't kidding…” You exhale and rub your eyes. The tiny puppy continues to roll about before she stops as if she remembers why she wanted to raise chaos into the morning. She fetches her leash, wagging her tail.

You groan and nod. “Only for fifteen minutes. To pee and poop.” You drag yourself out of bed, taking your blankets down with you.

She does a victory lap around you as you muster the courage to step out of your apartment. “Give me a minute, Bella…”

“Hey, just to let you know, this pupper is active.” The young woman warns, mindlessly chewing on her gum while holding her clipboard. Her sharp eyeliner slices into your ego as she continues with the uncomfortable blank stare while mindlessly writing something on the adoption papers. “Yeah, don't worry.” You dismiss before sticking a testing finger into the cage. The cocker spaniel puppy eagerly licks your pointer finger before barking and running laps around her keddle.

“No, I'm for real. She lives to cause chaos.” The young woman shrugs and tugs at the sleeves of her sweater.

You dismiss her warnings with a shrug before standing up straight and nod. “I’ll take…”

“Bella.” The young woman finishes your sentence before handing you an pen and the clipboard with the adoption forms.

“Yes. Bella.”

“Congratulations, you adopted a friend.” She monotonously announces and hands you a package. “Puppy pads. You'll thank me.” She huffs, grabbing the clipboard and writing a couple things down on your documents.

And here you are. In Central Park in your Hello Kitty pajama bottoms with a loose sweatshirt that is too stretched out. Your hands rest on your hips while looking down at your puppy. She only looks up at you with small whimpers filling the space. “Did you pee or poop?” You exhales, putting your hands down in defeat. Bella only whines out a sound of distaste, tilting her head to the side.

“Isn't this what you wanted? You won't go on the puppy pads.” You question the tiny canine as if it could understand your words. She continued to look up at you with big eyes while whining.

“What could you possibly want?” You groan, covering your face in defeat. “You haven't pooped since yesterday!”

Through the crevices of your fingers, you look at Bella and see her back on her paws, her little tail wagging. A glint of mischief is in her eyes. “Don’t think about it” you mouth before her little legs bolt off. “Bella!” You exclaim and chase the small puppy immediately after. “Come back here!”

Bella races ahead, her excited barks shattering the tranquility of Central Park as she bounds through the autumn landscape. With each leap, she sends a cascade of crunchy, raked leaves spiraling into the air, creating a chaotic whirlwind around her. "Bella! No!" You shout, your voice mingling with the rustling leafage as you sprint after her, heart pounding against your ribs.

Her marathon comes to a close as Bella runs down a gentle slope in the park, captivated by the enticing aroma of sweet bananas wafting through the air. The puppy halts abruptly, her ears perked and her nose twitching with excitement as she nudges her damp, button-like nose against the young man's calf, eagerly pleading for a taste of the delicious snack he had at hand. The royal blue cap contrasted the grey sweatpants and sneakers he had on, making him stick out like a sore thumb, but it was enough to pinpoint where he was at the bottom of the steep hill.

“Hey, little one,” he chuckles, a warm smile spreading. He crouches down, extending his hand toward the playful pup. Bella's tail, wagging furiously, responds enthusiastically. She licks his fingers clean from the banana residue and lets out cheerful yaps before darting around him in joyful circles.

“Bella!” You shout, shuffling down the steep slope towards your pup and man. “You are in so much trouble, missy—” You exhale. Your words are immediately muted as you barrel into the man at full speed.

Almost out of a cartoon, you roll down and crash land on each other, leaving your puppy and personal belongings behind. Bella yaps before the sound is muffled, still trailing behind you and the stranger down to the flat land.

“I am so sorry…” You stumble about, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, nena.” He groans and props himself up on his elbows. “You okay?” He exhales. His trembling hands cups your cheek, brushing away any strands of baby hair away from your face. His touch is light, tracing your soft skin and brow. “I’m fine,” You pause and swallow dryly reducing the patchy spot in your throat. “Where’s Bella?”

The puppy's yaps filled the personal bubble between you as she jumped, her collars ringing from her name tag and leash.

“Does that answer your question?” he chuckles, his touch still gentle. But in all seriousness, no problems breathing or dizziness?” His tone is even and mellow, decompressing the chaotic mess you pushed him into. Quite literally. “I can breathe, but having two hundred-something pounds against my chest would be a counterintuitive statement. Please get off of me.” You exhale.

“Of course…” He scrambles off of you and pulls you up from the dead pile of leaves that cushioned the fall.

You dust off the brown and orange leaves that cling onto your pajama bottoms before squatting down to pick up Bella. “I am so sorry about that! Bella isn't used to the outdoors other than her potty time.”

He chuckles before scratching the back of her floppy ears. “Puppy training?” He questions before pulling his hand away and adjusting his baseball hat. “Yeah? The shelter says she has no self-control.” You again swallow and squat down to fish the end of the leash. “It's been delayed because I'm working two jobs now, and it's hard to squeeze it in.”

“Right…” He acknowledges. His eyes wander down, taking in your squat formation. The pajama bottoms didn't do any justice to conceal as they only amplified your figure more, more specifically, the swell of your rear. His eyes stay glued on “you” momentarily, and he looks away when you get back up from fishing the collar through the dead leaves on the grass.

“Once again, I am sorry.” Your cheeks flush a bright red, your ears joining your cheeks. His eyes dart around, looking at a tree from the distance instead of the swell of your rear begging to be looked at. "Right." He stops and clears his patchy throat, his mind running to think of another disinterested response. "I mean, I understand." He nods, shifting his weight on his two feet. "My dog, Apollo, was like that when he was a puppy." He nods, mindful of the pace.

You nervously laugh, attempting to save the conversation from being anything but awkward and suffocating. "That's so funny..." You mumble before hoisting the small puppy up into your arms more. "Well, I better get going, Bella needs to have breakfast."

"Wait," His voice is coarse and parched before he clears his throat and calls out again.

"Let's start over again. I'm Miguel." He stammers, a rosy tone in his cheeks appearing despite the lip of his cap barely hiding his features. You turn to face him again and smile, introducing yourself.

"I would like to get to know you better."

Seeing a German Shepherd smelling the cocker spaniel pulled your heartstrings before the small puppy barks at the giant dog, causing the canine to retreat—the puppy yaps before chasing the big dog around the mellow park. You giggle before crossing your arms over your chest. “You aren't wrong, Apollo is a gentle giant…” You sigh, seeing Bella continue the chase with her floppy ears bouncing.

“Told you,” Miguel chuckles, tilting the cap upwards. “He loves playing with puppies.”

His eyes move to you, lingering on you for a moment, and his gaze returns to the two canines playing. The giant canine returns to Miguel's side, with Bella yapping around the large canine. "Enough, Bella." You pick up the puppy, latch the pink leash on her collar, and place her gently on the grass. Bella looks up with pleading eyes, and a slight whine from the back of her throat is audible. "C'mon, it's time for breakfast. Say bye to Apollo." You demand the pup.

"I'll see you around, " you ask Miguel. Of course..." He exchanges a soft smile, a soft glisten in his eyes, seeking more. "C'mon..." You encourage the pup, tugging the leash. With a slight whine, she follows behind, her floppy ears bouncing with every step, leaving the two new companions behind in Central Park.

Bella turns around, her tiny body buzzing with excitement as she yaps joyfully. She barks a cheerful melody in the autumn air. She trots eagerly by your side, her fluffy tail wagging like a little flag, radiating pure happiness. Her moist button nose twitches as it delicately inhales the diverse scents drifting around, a mix of freshly cut grass and the tantalizing aroma of hot dogs sizzling on nearby grills.

Often, she glances up at you with wide, sparkling eyes, her expression a blend of playful mischief and undeniable affection. The park around her bustles with life, children’s giggles filling the air. The puppy's heart swells in excitement, anticipating the next unplanned playdate.

It wouldn't be the last time she saw Miguel or Apollo. There was going to be another next time. In her small conscious, she sensed an extended stay from the companions.

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[louis-the-french-one]

Natasha Romanoff x GN!reader

Request: Can I get a reader adopting a puppy and Natasha being skeptical but accepting it in the end ?

Type: fluff

Relationship: dating

Summary: Reader finds a puppy on the streets and takes it home, at first Natasha doesn't want to keep it but she eventually gets attached to the puppy

Warnings: none

This can take place at pretty much any point in the timeline

Use of Y/N

1.272 words

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Y/N were on their way home, some song blasting in their headphones when they thought they heard a yelp. Taking their headphones off they turned around and caught in the corner of their eye a little puppy hidden behind a bin. The pup looked cold, scared, and hungry. It must have been left there cruelly some time ago. Their heart hurting at the sight, Y/N didn’t hesitate a second before approaching the puppy carefully. The animal, wary, seemed uncertain. However, encouraged by soft nice words, it eventually let Y/N’s hand near its face and sniffed it. Reassured by the calmness and the smell offered, the puppy came closer and licked the hand, making Y/N laugh, the animal was definitely hungry.

Having no food on themselves and not wanting to leave the puppy alone, it was decided – very quickly and not consulting their girlfriend prior – that the puppy would be coming home, at least for now, with Y/N. They hurried to their house, found a nice cosy spot for the puppy in their office and gave it some meat from the fridge before leaving to get all they needed for the animal. Once in the store they were so focused on getting all the right stuff: dry food, bed, collar, leash and even crate that Y/N missed Natasha calling them 4 times.

Upon entering their house again Y/N was met with a pretty pissed Natasha standing there with crossed arms.

“Why is there a dog in your office?” Said the red head sternly.

“It’s not a dog, it’s a puppy and there is a very good reason why it’s in my office” Replied her partner with a tinge of panic in their voice.

“Please, explain yourself.” The spy waited, now leaning against the wall, her eyes fixed on Y/N.

“S-so I was on my home and I heard a cry coming from a street and so I looked and- and there was this small puppy, and, you should have seen it, it looked so sad and scared and hungry, and… I took it home. Just for now! To get it in better condition. Though it’s so cute and I kind of have already bought everything we need to keep it...” The young person had spoken so fast they weren’t sure their girlfriend had understood everything.

“Sweetheart are you kidding me? You can’t just take a puppy home and decide to keep it without asking me, and you know that with my work I can’t have pets, I don’t have time for it.” Natasha was now definitely angry.

“I know I’m so sorry. But I can take care of it. Maybe you can give it a few days, and if you still don’t want to keep it then we won’t. I promise.” Y/N came toward her slowly, offering a hug.

“Okay...”The woman accepted the hug and let out a sigh. “It better not dirty the house.” She half-joked.

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After a long night of waking up every few hours to take the pup out so it would not pee in the office the sun was now shining brightly in the morning sky. Natasha woke up slowly in her bed, she extended her arm and found no one beside her. She got up, went to the kitchen where she found no one either, still she made herself a cup of coffee. As she was taking her first sip, she heard Y/N laughing rather loudly, the sound came from their office. She should have known they were with the puppy. Making her way to the room the laughing did not stop and when she opened the office door she was met with Y/N on the floor with the puppy on top of them, trying to lick their face. The redhead felt a smile creeping on her face and tried to fight against. She could not keep the puppy, she reminded herself.

Opening their eyes and seeing their girlfriend, Y/N gently pushed the puppy off and got up.

“Hey honey.” They leaned in for a kiss but were stopped.

“Clean your face first sweetheart.” Said Natasha with a fake smile.

“Right sorry.” Laughed her partner.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” She found herself asking.

“Definitely a boy.” Said Y/N.

Natasha nodded, petted the puppy on its head and left the room.

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“What about Finn?” Y/N suddenly said during dinner.

“What?”Asked Natasha.

“For the puppy, what about Finn?” They reiterated.

“Sure, you can call it whatever you want sweetheart.” Simply replied the redhead while eating.

“You don’t like Finn uh? What about Cooper?”Y/N thought.

Natasha simply looked up from her plate and grimaced.

“Alright, what do you want to call it then honey?” Her partner laughed.

“Well,” she paused. “When I was young, there was this cartoon on TV, and I always thought the dog’s name was cute. Muttley I think is. But this is just a name, it doesn’t mean we’re keeping it yet.”

“Of course. I like Muttley, it is cute. Muttley it is then.” Y/N smiled and so did Natasha a little.

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It had been 3 days since they had taken the puppy home and it had been 3 wonderful but also tiring day. Y/N had truly fallen in love with the puppy and had tried their best to show Natasha that keeping it would be a responsible choice.

The redhead wasn’t anti-pets per say, she just didn’t think that with her job she would be able to properly take care it and she also didn’t want to leave all the responsibilities to Y/N. The problem was that she was slowly growing fond of Muttley, she secretly had always wanted to have a dog and call it that. Now that her partner had let her chose the name, a connection to the pup had formed. She would watch Y/N take care of the puppy, she would laugh and smile as all Muttley seem to want was to lick their face. Sometimes when her partner was busy she would even play with the pup herself and she had to admit it felt really good.

She was currently petting the puppy as it laid on its back next to her.

“I’m taking Muttley on a walk, do you want to come with me?”Asked Y/N.

Natasha nodded and got up. Y/N put Muttley’s collar and leash on and so they went for a little walk. The two were holding hands, enjoying the fresh air together. The spy couldn’t stop noticing how happy their partner looked, they had done their best to make everything perfect at home and hadn’t pressured her into taking care of the pup if she didn’t want.

But she had wanted to take care of the puppy, it acted as a stress-reliever after work. She would get home tired and possibly bruised and then she would see Muttley wagging his tail, happy to see her and she would smile and play with him for a while. She always felt better after.

And now looking at their little family, all together, laughing as Muttley gets excited every time he sees another dog; she took a decision.

“We should get his collar engraved.” Natasha suddenly says.

“Why?” Y/N didn’t understand yet.

“So that if he gets lost, there is still a way for him to be brought back home.” She smiled and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

“Oh my god thank you so much honey! I love you!” Her partner hugged her tightly.

“I love you too” Natasha laughed and then kissed them.

As they were still holding each other, Muttley decided to jump on them with joy. As if knowing he had found his forever home.

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[tiredcreatur3]

Omega reader! that gets jealous of alpha toji! talking to another omega, so she drags him to the nearest bathroom and fucks him till he's the one whining <3

subby pussy drunk toji’s my fav toji, hell yeah 😼

imagine him just having a small talk with an old friend of his that he hasn’t seen for a decade or so, catching up with her as you were busy picking out some clothes, soon noticing the two and frowning.

“yeah, we’re trying for a baby now y’know and-“

“hey, who’s this?” you smiled, wrapping your arm around the alpha and looking up to him and then at the woman, trying to not let the jealousy make you look like a total bitch but well, you hated other women even taking a glance at your partner, let alone talking to them, all giggly and smiley.

“oh, this is y/n ‘nd this is -, i told you about her, remember? she-“

and you didn’t even listen to the male, just focused on getting him the fuck out away from her, faking a little small talk with her, pretending to be actually interested in what she had to say, knowing that toji didn’t want her but just the way she stared at him, you could tell she felt a bit different.

the older could tell you were a bit frustrated and mad, soon saying a goodbye to the woman and parting ways with her, smiling to you and hoping he wouldn’t have to pack his shit and sleep on the front porch tonight.

“baby, i-“

“don’t worry, to.. ‘m not mad, okay?” you let out softly, standing up on your tippy toes and kissing his cheek, smiling and just pretending like you weren’t thinking of such a fun way to make sure the alpha wouldn’t do such thing again.

dragging him to the bathroom as soon as the two of you would leave the store, telling him how badly you needed to pee and just didn’t want him to wait outside, holding his hand as you gently pushed him into the stall, locking the door.

and of course, the male didn’t mind receive head from you in the public restroom, he very much enjoyed that, seeing how much you enjoyed it, letting you suck his dick all you wanted and now it was no different, soon having his pants pool at his ankles along with his boxers, hands placed on the sides of your head, carefully running his fingers through your soft hair, humming softly, head falling backwards and popping right back up as you stopped suddenly, looking up at him with soft eyes and pushing his chest so he’d sit down on the toilet seat.

“this morning wasn’t enough for you, pretty girl?” he let out, smiling to you, cock all stiff and wet, still having no idea what was coming for him, mentioning how he cuddle fucked you so good this morning, lazily pumping his pups inside you before getting up to take a morning shower together.

“no, w-want my alpha again..” you whispered out, pouting as you sat in his lap, stroking the head of his cock, it getting him all tense and shaky, taking a sharp inhale as he stared at you pushing your panties to the side with your other hand.

“you told her that we’re trying for a baby, hm?” you asked the alpha quietly, knowing that nobody else was in the bathroom at the moment, or so you hoped.

the male nodded, stomach all tight as his cock trembled, always eventually getting all weak in the knees for you just handling him like that, resting his hands on your hips, running them up and down your thighs, lifting your skirt up, watching your pretty pussy, just wanting to push his cock inside deep, breathing getting slowly heavy.

“did you tell her how good of a mama to your pups you think i’m going to be? how good ‘m going to take care of them, to?” you continued, knowing that this talk got the alpha going so so easily, finding it adorable how he sometimes thought with just his dick, turning all puppy dog eyed and whimpery whenever you’d tease him like this.

“hm?” you giggled softly, watching how the older opened his mouth to say something but all he could do was just let out a shaky little sigh, head lolling back once you stopped.

“i-i was so close, baby.. c’mon.” he groaned quietly, his dick standing proudly as you smiled, running your small hand up his chest, tapping the cockhead against your slit, rubbing it up and down your soft folds a few times.

“i know, ‘m sorry, daddy.. can i fix it?” you hummed out, slowly and carefully sinking down on the alpha’s cock, pressing your chest against his, arching your back nicely, resting your legs on his thighs. “f-feels better now?”

he nodded his head, all fucked out, keeping you close to him as you began to bounce just your ass, the rest of your body staying glued to him.

“you’re mine, to.. ha-hate when other omegas talk to you, they don’t deserve you like i do.” you whispered into his ear, hearing him let out shaky little whimpers with each bounce of your hips, feeling how his legs were trembling and how hard his cock was inside you, holding you so fucking close, whining your name oh so softly and pathetically.

“ ‘m sorry, baby.. you’re right, you’re so-so fuckin’ right. nobody d-deserves this cock like you do, ‘mega.” he babbled out breathily, resting his hands on your ass, letting you just fuck the shit out of him while he thoroughly enjoyed it, giggling at how miserable he seemed.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.. this dick’s a-all yours, s-shit.” he moaned out and you covered his mouth, giggling as you pulled away from him, beginning to fuck him nice and good, angling your hips just right and watching how the male’s eyes rolled back, his tight hold on your ass faltering as he formed his hands into weak fists, just so fucking out of it.

you were quite satisfied with how out of it the male got, still covering his mouth as you rubbed the side of his face, moving your hips up and down more gentle now, feeling how the older relaxed but still, his cock trembled inside you oh so pathetically, knowing he couldn’t knot your sweet lil pussy or else you two would be stuck there for the next hour.

“p-please, y/n.. please, i-i can’t.”

you heard him muffle through your short fingers, feeling his hot breath as you slowly smiled softly and nodded your head, sinking down on his cock completely and just starting to grind back and forth, sighing shakily and just hugging the alpha tightly now, the two of you breathing heavily before eventually coming nice and hard.

and safe to say, the alpha was an absolute docile little sweetheart for the rest of the day as all he could think about you riding the shit out of him, all pussy drunk and just cuddly.

[octuscle]

Help I found this bag on my way home and was trying to figure out if I could send it back to the owner but all I found was a leather harness a dog mask and I think something pricked me. Now I have an urge to just gym. What’s going on?

Well, the need to do more sports is never wrong to begin with. So you head to the gym after work with your gym bag packed. It's a bit strange that you pee on a tree instead of going to the toilet inside. But okay, everyone as he likes. It's 6:00 p.m. when you start your workout. It's 11:30 p.m. when the janitor asks you to leave the building. You can no longer take a shower. It doesn't matter. You want to be back here at 6:30 a.m. anyway, when the gym opens again.

When you arrive at the office the next day, a colleague points out that you smell like a wet dog. Or worse. Yes, you didn't shower after your workout today either. You sniff the colleague… Smells good. Jerked off this morning. You can smell it very clearly. You would like to lick his hand with which has jerked off. But with effort you can still hold yourself back. You apologize and go to the toilet. Actually to wipe out at least your armpits with a damp paper towel. But since you are already here, you drink a sip of water from the toilet bowl.

Thank God it's Friday. You can say goodbye to the office early. Still in the car you half undress. You roll down the windows. The breeze feels so good on your chest. You feel like sticking your tongue into the wind. But that might be a little too dangerous. Too bad that not the colleague with the hand smelling so horny after jizz sits next to you and drives the car…

In the gym you can hardly concentrate. Everything smells so intense. After sweat, but also after urine and cum. You have a hard-on all the time. And would so like to sniff the other men in the crotch… After two hours you can't stand it anymore. You have to get out of here. In the parking lot you mark a tree with your piss. And then you make your way home.

Where is this bag again… Where did you put it? You sniff. Yes, there is the smell of another man. An intense smell of sweat and cum. Especially from one man. But also from many other men. But not as intense from them. Little thing to find the bag again. You can not help it, you have to put on this dog mask. You have to put on the harness. There are also a leather jockstrap, socks and sneakers. You look at yourself in the hall mirror. You drop to your knees, wiggle your ass excitedly and start barking.

You sniff the bag again intensively. What a variety of smells. Delicious smells… Where does the bag have come from? You have to go out into the fresh air to find the source of these smells. For a while you walk aimlessly through the neighborhood. But then you find the place where you found the bag. You mark the spot. And now it gets easier. The smells become more intense. You walk into a dark side alley. There, behind the door, in front of which the men in the hot leather clothes are standing, that's where the bag is coming from. You are quite sure. One of the men asks you if you have lost your way. And where is your master? You throw yourself on your back and wiggle your ass. The man bends down to you, rubs your chest and tells you that you are a good boy. You sit up and finally you can sniff a man's crotch. And then also with the other men. With a few you even recognize the smells, they were already on the harness and the mask.

The friendly man whistles and says "Heel". Immediately you sit down at his side. The two of you go through the door. Yes, you recognize all the smells. Excited, you walk from man to man, sniffing feet and crotch. A leather mat hangs in a dark corner. You've been here before, many of the smells you know are particularly intense. You just want to make a mark, when your master calls loudly "no". Whimpering, you sit down in front of him. He pats you on the head. It's time for you to get into your basket. He gets a chain, attaches it to your harness and takes you to his home. He shows you where your place is. You first lick his balls, then drink a sip from the toilet bowl and then you go to your place and fall into a deep fun.

It is already light when you wake up. Your master is still snoring. But you have to pee urgently. But you don't want to wake your master. Excitedly you run back and forth. You start to whimper. In your distress you even bark softly. But your master does not wake up. So you go to the kitchen and pee there. And you go back to sleep. A loud scream from the kitchen wakes you up. You know exactly what has happened. You make yourself very small and crawl into the kitchen. Your master is wiping away your puddle. You whimper. He gives you a slap on the butt. And then strokes your back. He laughs and says that he hasn't had a puppy in a long time. You jump around him relieved and lick his magnificent morning glory.

Since your master still has no food bowl and no food for you, he always drops a piece of bread under the table at breakfast. After that, he takes you on a leash and lets you pee and poop. And then he drives away with you in the car. It's wonderful to stick your head out of the window and stick your tongue in the wind. You stop at a store, from which it smells strange. Your master explains to you that this is going to hurt a little bit, but it's important to mark you so that everyone recognizes you and knows who you belong to if you ever run away.

It really hurt. But master stroked you and gave you treats. And when you are done, you are very proud. And master looks very satisfied too. He takes you on a leash and drives you to the store where you met. Today there are a lot of men with dog masks. But you are sure that you are the most beautiful puppy.

Monday morning, 06:00. The alarm clock rings. Fuck, those were wild dreams… You go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Phew, you need it, what do you stink of for God's sake? You will have to strip the bed. Your gaze falls on your reflection. You obviously didn't dream about the visit to the tattoo artist. You wander through the apartment. The bag, the contents, everything gone. But at the coat check hanging leash and collar. And your name is on the dog tag.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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But Buck thinks he has been trucking on, lately. Going with the motions. Living because he has to. And he’s not sure that’s been enough. 

“I don’t know, man.” Buck sighs. “Maybe we both need a different strategy.”

Eddie looks at him and scrunches his mouth to the side. “Like what?”

“I don’t know yet,” Buck mutters. “But I hate feeling like this.”

Eddie takes another sip of beer. 

“Me too.”

Buck wonders if maybe he doesn’t understand the whole of what’s going on with Eddie at all. 

viii.

A few days later, on a Saturday Buck has off from work, Eddie shows up at Buck’s bright and early. Buck is still curled up in bed with Cranberry when the buzzer goes off, but thankfully, one of the reasons he chose the building was the app feature to answer the door. In case he was ever immobile, like right fucking now, all warm and cozy with his dog’s snoring head on his chest. 

A minute after buzzing him in, Eddie opens the bedroom door - without even knocking - and pokes his head inside. 

Cranberry hops off Buck’s bed and runs across the room to greet him, tail going a mile a minute. 

“What the hell?” Buck yawns, sitting up. 

“I need you today. Emergency. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“Yeah, because it’s like six in the morning!” Buck defends. 

“It’s half past eight.” Eddie corrects. “I have a shift soon. Carla is in Morongo. I forgot to schedule with my aunt.”

“Wait, so…”

“So, can you and Cranberry handle Christopher for a day?”

Buck blinks. “Uh, yeah. Yes. Sure we can.”

“Great, thanks! You’re a lifesaver. Could you take him out? He’s dying to see the dog in action. Do something fun, you know?”

Buck feels too slow to catch up.

“S-sure.”

“I’ll pay. Just, you know, have a good day.”

Eddie kind of rips through Buck’s morning like a tornado. He leaves him with instructions and activities and a bunch of snarky jokes while Buck changes, attaches his leg, and takes the dog out to pee.

“Can I feed her? Please, can I feed her?” Chris begs.

“Sure,” Buck says again. Because, really, he’s just along for the ride this morning, apparently. 

When Eddie leaves, Buck is left alone with an eight year-old and a golden retriever and no fucking clue what to do.

“So, what do you do for fun?” He asks Chris.

Christopher shrugs. “I like rides. I like games. I like animals. I like pancakes. I like candy.”

“Oh, I see,” Buck smiles. “Candy, huh?”

“My favorite!”

Buck thinks. What things can they do involving those variables that are accessible to a kid on crutches, a man with a prosthetic leg, and a dog. 

“Do you like arcades, Chris?” Buck asks. 

“Yes!” Chris proclaims. “But I haven’t gone to one in so long.”

Perfect!

“Well, what do you say to a pancake house for breakfast, and an arcade after?”

Cranberry can do all that. She can sit under the table at breakfast. And arcades are dark. She won’t stick out too much. Buck can slowly get used to doing outings beyond work, training, and the station with her. This might work out great, come to think of it. 

“Alright, kiddo,” Buck says. “Then before we go, let’s have a quick chat about the rules for talking to Cranberry while she’s working okay?”

“Okay!” Chris agrees. “But Dad already told me."

[jackles010378]

Here you go guys, hope you enjoy!

(thanks for persuading me to post this @k-slla)

Visiting Dean in hospital:

(Italics is a flashback)

Walking through the door to his hospital room you see him sitting up alert and awake. "Hey pretty lady, have you come to bust me outta here" Deans says to you. He looks so adorable at this point you flash him a quick smile and respond to him "no Dean, you broke your leg remember, you need to stay here" He looks at you with that cute face of his, you know the one with the puppy dogs eyes 🥺

"hey, I didn't break my leg, a monster did it", he quips back. You see him trying to get out of the bed and rush over to him "woah there cowboy, where do you think you're going?" He looks at you confused, then says " I need to pee y/n, and before you say it I ain't peeing in no damn bottle" he shouts raising his eyebrows at you.

"fine, I'll help you to the bathroom, but then it's straight back to bed mister" you told him sternly, "only if you come back with me y/n" he replied with a smirk sending a small blush to your cheeks.

You get him back to the hospital bed and tucked him in "what did I do to deserve you y/n?" He asked as he was slipping in out of sleep, you took his hand in yours whilst stroking his cheek and said "you saved me when no one else would, you took care of me when no one else would, you mean the world to me Dean Winchester".

Dean and Sam had been working on a case a few years back when they met you. You had been working in a bar they had stopped off at one night after successfully killing a vampires nest they had come across. Little did you know that would be the night Dean Winchester would save your life. You were closing the bar like you normally do when you felt something grab you and try and drag you with them. Kicking and screaming, you tried to get away but they were too strong for you. That was until you heard a gun shot and the thing that was dragging you released you. You were too scared to see what happened so bolted back towards your car, but slammed into something hard. You started screaming again but felt strong arms wrap around you trying to calm you down. You started to relax your breathing and look up at the person that had the tight grip on you. You were met by the most piercing green eyes you had ever seen. You recognised him from the bar, then saw Sam standing behind him giving you a small wave "I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam, are you okay?" He let go of you so you could take a step back and you shook your head "what the hell was that" Dean looked you over to make sure you wasn't injured "that, well that was a werewolf" dean told you. You started to laugh "they're not real, you can't be serious" you looked at Sam then Dean you had serious looks on their faces, next thing you knew you were being carried and placed in the back of a car. You woke up in a strange place and started to panic. A soft knock came on the door and you didn't respond but it slowly opened to reveal Dean "morning sweetheart, how are you feeling". You jumped out the bed and grabbed your jacket "where the hell am I, what am I doing here" you said through tear filled eyes. Dean slowly entered the room explaining what had happened and that you were at there secret bunker, reassuring you that he and Sammy were good people and they wasn't going to hurt you. You sat back on the bed listening in stock at hearing what they do for a "job". You followed Dean to the kitchen where Sam was sitting at a table on his laptop. Dean looked at Sam and nodded "y/n, I think you should stay here for a few days until the shock of it all wears off" Sam said to you. "How do you know my name?" Dean walked over to the counter and picked up your purse "we checked for your i.d, don't worry everything's still in there". You sat down opposite the men and tried to get your head straight before looking at them both "I'm gonna need some clothes and other things if you want me to stay, I mean, monsters are real, and you two hunt them?" Dean and Sam just nodded. "yeah sweetheart they are real, and with what you just been through you'd be safer staying here, me or Sammy can get you a few things" you cut Dean off "ok, I'll stay". After that you got used to being around them and they got used to having you around so you never left........................

As a single tear started escaping down your cheek, Dean brushed his thumb and wiped it away. He sat up and cupped your cheek. He stared into your e/c eyes, you were always captivated by Dean eyes they always seemed soft when he was looking at you, today they seemed different, they seemed nervous. So what he did next shocked you, he lent in and kissed you softly.

As you pulled back he could see you weren't expecting it "y/n, I have been waiting to do that for I don't know how long, you mean the world to me too". All you could do was stare at him, did Dean Winchester just kiss you. You could see he was getting anxious so you did what you thought you'd never have the courage to do, you kissed him back, longer than before. With your eyes still closed, your forehead resting on his, you whispered to him, "you have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that since I met you". You both had massive grins on your face when you were interrupted with Sammy coming through the door bringing some clean clothes for Dean. "Hey Dean, I've come to get you out of here........" he trailed off seeing you sitting by Dean on the bed holding hands. "So, you guys have finally come to your senses huh" Sam said with a laugh "it's about time!" He added. "So sweetheart, how about we finish this off back at the bunker?" You went to protest about his leg but before you could Dean kissed you with all the passion and desire he could give you.

You helped him get changed and he told the doctor he wanted to be discharged, you told the doctor that you would take care of him which Dean gave you the biggest smile. You grabbed his crutches but before he took them from you he kissed you once more and gave you a bone crushing hug and whispered in your ear, "we've wasted enough time y/n, let's go home, I love you" you pulled back from the hug and with a few tears in your eyes you replied to Dean "I love you too, let's get you home"

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 2

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Warnings: None for this chapter

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Sy looked in the back of his truck, mentally ticking off what he needed to take with him to harvest the Lavender. He had shears and a scythe, a whole load of old flour sacks to load it into. He also grabbed his Go-pro in the hope she would be ok filming it, the smoker to calm the bees and hopefully get them to stay away from the plants long enough to harvest, plus his netted hat as dozy bees had a tendency to try and find their way into hair, ears, anywhere they could settle down for a snooze. A quiet woof followed by the sound of a metal bowl hitting the driveway caught his attention, turning to see Akia patiently sitting at the side of the truck;

“Oh you want to come too? Do you think she’s going to be there to give you belly rubs the whole time?”

“Awoo”

“Hmmm, me first girl, me first…” Sy mused as he moved the basket of produce he’d gathered for you from his stock so a furry snout didn’t try to get at anything in it; “You need to be on your best behaviour. No peeing on her flowers, don’t poop in her yard, go into the meadow to do it. Okay, put your water bowl in the truck and you can get in” 

Sy nodded his head to the open door, watching as Akia picked up her water bowl and set it into the passenger footwell, before she jumped up onto the passenger seat. Leaving her in the truck, Sy gathered the last few things he needed before locking the door and climbing into the vehicle. Suddenly remembering one last thing he ran back into the cabin, appearing seconds later with a bundle under his arm which he set on the back seat;

“No, not for you girl”

The dog let out a snort before settling back to sleep on the seat in the sunshine as Sy started the engine and backed off the driveway.

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You saw Sy pull onto your driveway as you’d been folding laundry, quickly putting it away before you smoothed your dress down and made your way outside.

“Hey, do you need any help?”

Greeting you with a warm smile he reached into his truck and pulled out a basket, handing it to you;

“You can take this? Its just a few things to say thank you”

At a quick glance at the basket you counted at least four jars of honey, a small bottle of honey liquor, and a set of pillar candles.

“Oh, and this…”

Sy set a parcel around the size of a house brick wrapped in a clean linen dish towel on top of the basket, lifting the fabric for you to see;

“Honey bread?!”

“Freshly baked this morning”

“I saw!”

“You saw?”

“On your instagram… it was the first thing i saw when i woke up and it certainly gave me an appetite!”

“Well glad i could be of service” Sy laughed as he lifted things out of the flat bed back of the truck; “Are you ok if i set the camera up to film harvesting the Lavender? So I can use it for social media?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, do you need anything else?”

At that moment Akia jumped out of the cab, her metal bowl held in his mouth;

“Are you ok with Akia being here whilst i work? She’s agreed to go potty in the meadow, she brought her water bowl”

Laughing you nodded;

“Sure thing” turning to the house you called over your shoulder; “C’mon Akia, let me fill that water bowl up, it's going to be a hot afternoon”

You had not been wrong when you’d said it was going to be hot, however the temperature was somewhat raised even more so once you saw Sy working. You had tried to keep out of his way, not wanting to interrupt but also not wanting to be overtly obvious in watching him work. Instead you found your book and took a seat on the covered porch where the breeze from the front of the building came through the clematis that hung over the roof, you could see some of the garden but not all of it. 

After half an hour Akia had come up to the porch and lay by your feet, before you’d patted the spare side of the bench seat and she’d carefully climbed up, immediately rolling onto her back with her head in your lap as you absentmindedly gave her belly scratches between turning pages of your book. The book however was eventually rested open on your lap, instead you watched Sy work as he used the smoker to placate the bees, your attention drawn to the way his t-shirt clung to his back in the heat, the way his jeans fit snugly around his ass. Far too many minutes passed as you gratuitously watched him work, but thankfully you noticed he was coming to the end of the Lavender bushes, so you decided to grab some cold drinks.

As you were returning to the shade of the porch a few minutes later, you saw Sy turn as you set the tray down, waving him over as you poured a tall glass of iced tea, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. He took the steps to the porch in one stride, a smile on his face as he pulled his bee keepers netted hat off and wiped his hands on his jeans as you handed him the glass;

“Thanks. Hot work out there”

“Hmm-mmm” you sipped your drink, not wanting to say what had entered your mind, and thankfully Akia saved the moment. With a yawn and stretch the pooch climbed off the seat and came to sit by Sy’s feet.

“Oh, okay then” he signed, lifting an ice cube out of his drink and feeding it to the dog who proceeded to happily crunch it; “That good girl?”

“Rrrrrr”

“Does she want some ice cubes in her water bowl?”

“WOOF”

“I think that’s a yes, if it's alright?” Sy answered

Quickly running inside you filled a bowl with cubes from the freezer before returning and dumping them into her water bowl as promised. The dog happily crunched and drank, before trotting off through your yard and disappearing into the meadow.

“So, have the bees gotten off the bushes? I presume that’s what you were doing with the smoke…”

Sy nodded and turned to look out over your garden;

“Yeah, they are quite sleepy now, most have disappeared into the grasses, the few that are left will probably head into your clematis”

You looked over your garden before turning back to Sy;

“I imagine you have to be quite a horticulturalist when working with bees. How did you get into it in the first place?”

Sy smiled at you as he sipped his drink, considering his words;

“Used to be a First Responder with the fire department until I got injured on the job and was medically retired… but I was close to burn out anyway; city life, the drive to succeed and push myself ever further and further. The injury and recovery gave me time to reconsider life and goals. Took my payout and moved out here. The hives came with the cabin and seemed like a fun hobby whilst i tried to figure out what to do next… turns out they were what i was to do next”

 He grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and offered it to you first, filling your glass before he refilled his own;

“What about you? What brought you to this sleepy little town?”

“Same as you; recovery, a new start. A chance to start afresh and decide my own path. My job means i can work from home”

“What do you do?”

“I write exam papers and tests… you know, the standardised ones that you take in Middle School and High School. Mostly in Math…”

Sy laughed;

“Oh, so you’re responsible for the ‘if someone buys 8 watermelons and gives someone else two, but then doubles their quantity at the next market’ type questions”

“Yeah, that’s me”

Sy drained his glass before setting it onto the tray, and with a sigh he nodded to the lavender;

“Well, i’d better get working before the bees wake up”

“No worries, i have some questions i need to work on, just give me a shout if you need anything”

“Thanks”

-

Your plans for working the rest of the afternoon all but failed. You had made a valiant effort to start, bringing your laptop out to the bench seat, but the moment you’d looked up and realised Sy had taken his shirt off and was steadily and rhythmically using the sharp scythe to harvest the lavender into small haystacks you were done for. You were mesmerised by the way his back muscles rippled, by the way his arms and shoulders were sculpted. Every now and again you could see a rivulet of perspiration slowly run down his back, and you had to clench your thighs together to try and quell the arousal that was ever growing between your legs. 

Gratuitously watching Sy work you had been thankful you were somewhat hidden by the shade of the porch, knowing full well that if you even attempted to step off it you’d probably combust from how turned on you were. By late afternoon the yard was mostly in the dappled shade of the fruit trees that grew alongside the meadow, a warm breeze in the air as you saw Akia coming back from exploring for a good hour in the fields. Grabbing a bowl of ice cubes you dumped them into her water bowl just as she came padding across the lawn, her tongue hanging out. Giving her a brief head scratch before she discovered her ice bowl, you missed that Sy had finished his task, tying the sacks together so he could load the bales into his truck;

“All done” glancing up from Akia you saw Sy approaching, trying your best not to look at his wide chest, his body rippling and toned from manual labour. 

“What will you do with it?”

Sy mopped his brow with his t-shirt, looking at the mass of bales in front of him;

“First I'll dry it, then thresh it to get the blooms off the stems. I'll be adding it to candles and wax melts, perhaps have a look into making those bath fizz things. Honey and lavender is known for being a great combination that sells well” At that moment Akia let out an exaggerated huff, before going back to panting with her tongue hanging out; “Hey, do you mind if I use the hose on Akia? When she spends a long time out in the sunshine she can get a bit overheated”

“Sure, the faucet is just round the corner of the porch. Hey, did you want to stay for dinner? If you like… i just thought you’ve been working all day - on your weekend no less - i’ve got more than enough for two”

“That’d be really nice, thanks” Sy had a hold of Akia's collar as you left, watching you head inside. Turning to his dog he quickly knelt down to her level;

“Okay, so we’ll be having dinner here girl, i’m sure she’ll have something you can have, but you need to be on your best behaviour, no begging at the table, no creepy staring and drooling at the same time, yeah?”

“Rrrrrr”

“C’mon, lets get that hose on you, you stinky beast”

-

As you had prepared the steaks and salad you watched out of the kitchen window as Sy hosed Akia down, almost chopping your finger off as he turned the hose on himself, flicking his head back and shaking the droplets off, to which they caught the low late afternoon sunshine like droplets of gold;

“Oh fuck… I'm in so much trouble…” you muttered to yourself.

When you emerged from the back door with a tray of raw steaks and utensils Sy had pulled on his t-shirt and was now sporadically squirting the hose so that Akia could run through the droplets and try and catch them with her mouth. Setting the tray down beside the grill you checked the tank before firing up the heat, using the wire brush to clean off the last of the charring before setting the meat on to cook. 

When you sat down to eat you used the small bistro set in the garden, settling an old casserole dish on the grass for Akia that contained some left over boiled rice from the night before, a bag of stewed vegetables you’d defrosted from the freezer, and a spare steak without the spicy marinade you’d grilled. For you and Sy it was Steaks and salad, with his freshly made bread on the side, to which the pair of you devoured the entire loaf;

“This bread is SO good” you complimented.

Laughing, Sy nodded, before pointing his fork at his steak;

“I could say the same about your steak, you really know how to handle a decent piece of meat”

You paused chewing, the grin tugging at the corners of your mouth before you could hold it in any longer and let out a snort of laughter at what Sy had said.

“Oh god, I'm sorry… i didn’t mean…” he grew flustered, but you at that point had dissolved into a fit of giggles which were eventually infectious, the pair of you at the point where you were unable to make eye contact from continued outbursts. 

Finally when you’d both calmed down and the meal was finished, Sy helped you to clear up before he started to load his truck. Akia slowly climbed into the passenger seat, tired from a day of running around in the sunshine. You came out onto the porch with a small dish of leftover meat for her, setting it onto the small table as you unwrapped a beeswax wrap and started to press it over the bowl. Even though your hands were warm it didn’t seem to want to stick, and as Sy approached to get the last thing for his truck he saw you struggling.

“Need some help?”

Without waiting for an answer he laid his hands over yours, the combined heat warming the wax and softening it. You were acutely aware of how close he was, his breath was warm on your face and as you looked up your mouths were a hair's width apart. You searched his face for a tell, to see if he was feeling what you were feeling. He moved closer then paused and you were wondering if he was going to kiss you and had stopped or had second thoughts. Only a single thought ran through your own mind, and that was ‘now or never’. 

However the pause was too long and he pulled away, looking down at the bowl;

“There, all warmed up”

You followed his gaze and realised he was talking about the bowl;

“Oh, yes. All done. Here, for Akia”

Taking he he smiled and nodded;

“Thanks, she’ll love it”

He turned to make his way towards his truck, and with a small sigh you turned back towards your house.

“Wait” 

Standing facing each other this time he pressed his lips to you cheek;

“Thank you for today”

“It’s… it’s alright…”

“Can I see you again sometime?”

His question surprised you, but you eagerly nodded;

“I’d like that”

With a gentle squeeze of your arm he let out a soft sigh before turning back to his truck;

“I’ll text you later”

You nodded, grinning as you watched as he started to reverse his truck out of your driveway. In the low light of the sunset the golden rays glinted in the chrome trim of the truck, Sy’s cheerful face smiling at you as he gave you a little wave. You waved back, watching as he drove down the hill and out of sight, wrapping your arms around you before you turned back to your house, nervous but excited for what the future held.

Chapter 3 >>>

[purplemachine]

My sisters dog passed on Thursday morning, about 4 months after my baby boy. His name was Sherman but we liked to call him shermworm / worm. We don’t know old he was, he was from a puppy mill and came to my sister in 2008 incredibly traumatized with his tail permanently stained yellow from sitting in his own pee. She told me he taught her unconditional love

Worm became bonded to my Q and learned how to bark, wag his tail, beg for food, be a dog. I wish they could have been together more these past years after I moved to the east coast but I like to think they’re together now

The night before he passed I dreamed I opened my mom’s bedroom door and saw her asleep in bed with worm. She never knew him in life but maybe she’s taking over

Sweet dreams sweet boy

[4kennels]

I don’t remember how i got here. I woke totally naked and asleep on what could really be called a dog bed. I then realize i am on what appears to be a farm house back porch.

I am totally baffled. I can’t recall anything prior to that moment.

Suddenly my attention is directed to a screen door opening in the porch and through the door comes a burly tall man wearing bib-overalls. But no undershirt and his hairy chest and arms are on full display.

I am immediately transfixed on this farmer and for some reason in my mind he is my “master.”

He crosses to me and while petting my head he speaks in a commanding voice while at the same time comforts me, “Come on boy, lets take you for a walk.”

He quickly put a collar round my neck, attached a leash, then made me get up on all fours and walk like a dog! He took me down the back stairs which is the first time I've even seen the farm but it feels like home.

We cross the lawn toward a huge barn but I didn't get to stay on the lawns, oh no, it was into the woods and up and down muddy paths, across a small stream and through bushes.

He had proper boots on, of course, but I was on my hands and knees, and I was covered in mud and scratches .

Then, when we got back to the barn and the back lawn, he spent the rest of the morning having me do tricks, you know, rolling over, or begging, or fetching a stick. He even made me put my head into a bowl to drink water. When I was busting for a pee, It became obvious and I started to shake my hind quarters trying hold it in but he led me to a large oak and had me lift my leg up and go against the tree! Some of the farm hands working around the barn saw it and they couldn't stopsniggering.

It was completely humiliating but a part of me felt it was normal! Eventually, he chained me up in a kennel and left me there for the rest of the day - and all of the night as well! It was so cold - I don't know why, because it was still summer ... at least I think so. Anyway, I hardly got any sleep. Master finally came round this morning, told me I stank - which I did - then turned a hose on me.

Once he had me clean he led me back to the house stark naked, collared and still confused, but still being led like a dog , past all the farmhands, back to the dog bed on the back porch. He removed the leash but left the leather collar on me.

It felt so comforting to have the collar. It was a sign of the master’s claim of me.

He scratched behind my ears and immediately i started to circle three times before settling into my bed.

This puppy was happy to be home.

[bleedingspades]

GN Reader x Dabi

Unedited, a bit of angst mentions of sex, swearing, no other warnings 😎 please like, reblog, and follow! ❌🅾️

Mornings with Dabi well there are none. Unless you count you two being awake at 2am doing shit. 😜 but when you awake you’re always alone. The ache you feel realizing he’s not there when you’d fallen asleep with either him in your arms or he in yours.

When he returns the next day, nothing is said as a reason. So you let it be, you don’t want to scare him away. Though you two are official and are very exclusive, Dabi can be hot headed when confronted. However that doesn’t mean you always stay quiet about it.

One time it was the night before your birthday, you two were laying in bed after having sex. You bit on your lip and looked to him.

“Stay the night, be here when I wake up please. Just this once? After all it is my birthday.” You pleaded to him. He just grunted in response and turned away. But you took that as a yes. Foolish of you, should’ve never asked. It wouldn’t have hurt as much.

When you awoke that morning heart full of delight quickly shattered by his absence. Despite that you decided no he wasn’t going to ruin the one day of the year you get to celebrate yourself to your heart’s content. So you had a very good birthday despite that.

When he came back to your home you gave him a glare as soon as you saw him. “Awe doll you’re not still mad I didn’t stay are you?” He said dismissively.

“Oh hell no Dabi. You’re not just gonna come in here and gaslight me for you breaking MY heart. For fucks sake it was my birthday and you couldn’t even stay for that!?” You bite back. He scoffs, shakes his head, and looks down at the floor.

“You know what I don’t need this tonight I’ll see you tomorrow babe.” He says walking towards your door.

“No, you’re not allowed to come back unless it’s with a heartfelt apology and a birthday gift. And it better be a fucking good ass apologize and an AMAZING GIFT!” You say as you push him out. Slamming the door in his face, you turn around and go enjoy the rest of your birthday night. (Go you!)

For some reason though when he didn’t appear for almost a month you thought he truly left you. No. This mother fucker left for so long to track down a puppy you’re mom gave away after your found it on the street and nursed it back to health. You were 13 at the time. The dog would be about seven? He found it and brought it to you same scars and everything. Damn. Honestly he came through, with the gift and apology. Still though he didn’t stick around till morning.

Last night you proposed him to move in with you, he said no. Then you said well how about we get married then, something small. To your surprise he went

“Whatever as long as I don’t have to wear a tie.” You legit sat there shocked 😮. Did he really just agree to marry you. After that he turned a flipped your lamp off grabbed you roughly and cuddled you. Somehow you fell asleep taking that as a sign he was joking.

A pang in your bladder signals to you it’s seriously time to wake up and empty it. Opening your eyes you immediately see the clock on your bedside table. 7am, well you might as well just get up and enjoy the morning. When you start to try and get up something stops you. You realize then the hot breath tickling your neck, and the hot ass arm around your middle. Then you notice how you’re drenched in sweat? How did this heat not wake you?

Turning your head you see a mess of black hair. He stayed. 🥺 but why? You decide to let him sleep though your questions can wait. You slip out from his hold gently and tip toe run to your bathroom. You swear you pee for like five minutes straight. Then you shower and brush your teeth. You’re almost afraid to go back out and that he won’t be there anymore.

Walking out slowly you see him snoozing away he’s on his back now. An arm above his head giving you a good view. You also almost trip on his pants on the way to your closet. Yep, bro likes to sleep in the nude. You sneak over there and peak underneath the blanket. Man’s is buck naked. You almost snort out a laugh.

Looking in your peripheral vision you see bright blue eyes watching you. You nearly scream when he grabs your wrist.

“Enjoying the view?” He asks his voice extra sultry from having just woken up.

“Of course!” You sit on the bed and fiddle with your fingers.

“You stayed…” you mumble mostly to yourself but hoping he’ll hear.

“Of course I’m your soon to be husband.” He says all nonchalantly. You whip your head to look at him.

“As far as I’m concerned we live together now.” He stands out of bed and walks to the bathroom.

“Uhm” you say standing to follow “you seriously have no idea how much I love you” he turns around to look at you.

“I don’t actually understand but you do, and I love you in ways I didn’t think I could love at all. I may be able to wield fire but you’re the one who melted my heart of stone.” Uhm who is he and what has he done with Dabi.?

As he turns to walk away you hug him, like it’ll be the last time. You would start crying if not for the way you’re way to aware how naked he is. And he kind of stink’s probably from all the sweat you two mixed.

You let him shower while you cook breakfast (or order something in case you can’t cook) you set the table nicely regardless and wait for him to join you. It doesn’t take long when you hear the squeak from the bathroom door.

“So now we’re living together you should know the real reason why I turn you pillow cases Black and why I don’t let you touch my hair.” He says walking out.

Turning around you see a puff of white fluffy hair. Wtf.

“So it wasn’t soot from your fire!?”

“Nope.”

“You could’ve told me the truth you know, I’m not hair color picky.”

“Whatever now you know.”

“Either way babe you look hot.” You say to him. His cheeks tint with pink and he looks away from your gaze

“Shut up, time to eat.” Is all he says as you two sit down to enjoy the food. To his surprise you don’t even stare at his hair you just carry on like you two normally do. Except you noticed something he’s much more relaxed. Yes he is, because he knows you truly care for him and even though he doesn’t know why you do he accepts it.

[ftmpupglacier]

pup trainer [jan ‘24]

“I’d love to see you in your pup mask tonight.”

This came as something of a surprise. My profile picture was me wearing my neoprene puppy hood. Not because it’s a big kink for me or anything, just because it looked hot and I didn’t want my face on the grid. You have to click into my profile to see my human self. It’s not a big deal and I know my exes would recognize the hood anyway…but it just makes me feel a little better.

But still. Although the photo draws a lot of comment, it’s rare anyone wants to actually play with my pup self. I was intrigued.

I reluctantly admitted I couldn’t play in certain ways that week. “I don’t mind a mess,” was the matter of fact response. Okay. Point to him. I mind (which I tell him), but I like that he doesn’t.

He countered with a suggestion that I could simply suck his cock. I sort of scoffed, telling him that I don’t normally go for the kinda encounters I get so little out of.

He offered to rub my pussy - over my pants if I preferred - and scratch my back and behind my ears.

And he sends me a photo. A bathroom mirror selfie of a handsome older guy in a suit. Shaved head, bearded. Very much My Type.

Before I can reply, his next message arrives: “Be man’s best friend.”

“Belly rubs too?” Hey, negotiations go both ways…

“Of course.”

And then he sends me an audio clip. It’s exactly six seconds long. His voice makes me squirm when I press play and hear sweet, enthusiastic encouragement: “C’mon, be a good boy. Be a good dog.”

I bit back an actual whimper. My brain was running a hundred miles a minute. It was 4:30 in the morning; I had only woken up because my dog needed to go pee. But this guy had all my attention.

We quickly negotiated a plan, and I hurriedly got dressed and headed outside to wait in my car. He parked in front of me and got out to open the back door. I hopped out of my own car and into the backseat of his SUV, with its dark tinted windows.

I had been too shy to put my hood on but I’d worn my collar. When I’d sent him the photo he had noticed my name tag immediately and begun to use my pup name. He did so again now, murmuring, “Good boy, Glacier,” as he stroked a hand over my back. He helped me take off my coat and my sweater, and let his hands roam over me as he praised me. I blushed and whimpered and leaned into his touches.

Eventually I let myself get brave enough to paw at his thigh. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, and I eagerly got my mouth on it. He moaned his appreciation of my oral skills while his big hands alternated between stroking my hair and rubbing between my legs, occasionally scratching behind my ears and holding me down a little.

He told me to get up on the seat and sit pretty like a good pup waiting for a treat. I knelt on the backseat next to him, watching with wide eyes as he jerked himself off. He told me to get my mouth back on him and I obeyed eagerly, swallowing his cum and mentally noting in a detached sort of way that I’d enjoyed that a lot more than I usually did.

“What a good boy Glacier. Yes you were. Lay down for a bit, pup.” I happily laid my head against his furry thigh and stretched out across the seat a little. He stroked my head and down along my back, and I let my eyes drift closed. I felt utterly content.

Eventually he breaks the silence to ask me a question, and as I clear my throat to answer I realize it’s the first time I’ve spoken since I got into his car.

He gives me his number and tells me to text anytime.

I text him later to thank him, and to apologize for having been too shy to put my hood on. He tells me next time.

“We’ll resume where we left off. But you in your pup hood and nothing else. I want to hear you whimper and howl for me.”

[anticomedygarden]

England's got a new queen! part 5

part one | ao3 link

-

June is awoken from a dreamless sleep by a horribly shrill noise - her phone chiming.

Anxiety builds within her. Everytime her phone had gone off in the last four days, it had been bad news.

Ugh. Might as well bite the bullet.

Before she can roll over and look at the offending hunk of metal, a voice in the dark says, deathly calm, "June."

She shoots up, ramrod straight. "What is it? What happened?" Maybe someone found Alex and Henry, or maybe something happened in England, or, oh god, what if the bad guys found Alex and Henry and sent a ransom demand or something?

It's too dark to see his expression, but in the low light of his phone, she thinks he looks surprised, maybe even excited, but not upset, and she puts her catastrophizing away for the moment.

Pez sits up. "Breaking news: Queen Mary dead after weekend of uncertainty, long live Queen Catherine." He looks up at her then, eyes bright. "She's dead."

June feels her mouth start to tug into a smile. "I can't believe it."

Suddenly, her door bangs open, and they look over to see Nora's wild silhouette in the doorway. There's a beat of silence before she screams, "She's fucking dead!"

Several things happen very quickly after that.

First, Pez flicks the lamp on, bathing the room in low light, and Nora flops onto the bed while turning on "Killer Queen." They don't bother to close the door.

June grabs a bottle of champagne out of her nightstand that she keeps for events like this and pops it, eliciting a scream from both Pez and Nora.

Somehow, glitter is acquired and spread throughout the room. She can still barely see anything, but the atmosphere is tangible, practically electric, and she feels like she can see everything down to the little hammerhead sharks on Nora's shorts.

For a second, she looks across the hall to Alex's open door, expecting to see him walking over to celebrate with them and suddenly remembers he's in Colorado.

Then, something terrible occurs to her. Now that Mary is dead, what if the alleged murderer moves on to another target? What if they already have?

She looks down at the champagne in her hands and suddenly wishes she could unpop it.

-

Sometime around midnight, Henry and Alex emerge from the woods from a much tamer and well planned hike, and, after a quick shower, settle down at the kitchen table to eat some more eggs because they need to finish them before they go home.

Cash is presumably in the second bedroom asleep because he didn't take a three hour 'nap' in the middle of the day, so when the loud popping noises start, Alex has to fight the urge to go wake him up.

It's a good thing he grew up in Texas and knows the difference between fireworks and gunshots. Henry, however, does not.

"Jesus christ," his boyfriend gasps. "Is that the sound of one of those backyard shooting ranges you told me about?"

Alex shakes his head, grinning. "No, babe, that's just fireworks."

Henry nods, though he seems unconvinced. "Why are people shooting off fireworks right now?"

Alex shrugs. "I don't know. Firework laws aren't really enforced out here." Back in Texas, people would set them off all summer any time of day. One of his earliest memories is from someone setting off a firecracker at 11 in the morning on a Tuesday, and they weren't even rural.

Some more pops went off, and Henry shudders. "Isn't that annoying?"

Alex spreads his arms. "Welcome to America. Eat your eggs."

Henry rolls his eyes fondly and does what he's told, and Alex turns to check on David. The dog is fine, just sitting on the floor begging for food. That's much better than Liam's old dog who used to pee anytime fireworks went off.

An idea begins to form in his head. "Do you wanna go watch them?" Before Henry can answer, he stands and says, "Yeah, let's go watch them."

He pulls Henry out the front door onto the porch and lifts himself onto the handrail.

"Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Henry asks, alarmed.

Alex grabs onto the edge of the roof. "Come boost me."

Henry makes no move to help him. "Alex, you're going to fall and break something. Get down."

"Don't you wanna see the fireworks?" Alex can already see some of them from his place on the handrail. One particularly risky up later and he can see all of them, beautiful shimmering bursts of light in the night sky. It's a bit of a downer since the last few nights they could see millions of stars without all the light pollution, but this is cool, too.

Henry's head pops out from under the edge of the roof.

"I'm still alive!" Alex exclaims. "Get up here."

Shaking his head, Henry follows Alex up to the roof, and they both lay back to watch the fireworks.

After a while, Henry says, "Alright, they are very pretty. I can see why you Americans are so obsessed with them."

Alex smirks. "Wait til you hear the ones that just explode and nothing else."

"Wonderful." A few more minutes pass. Henry points up into the sky. "That one looks like the Irish flag."

Alex follows his line of sight to see the remnants of green, white, and orange fireworks all in a row.

The people setting them off must only have the five colors, because next to it is red, white, and blue, and after that- "That one looks like India's flag." It's orange on top and green on bottom with white in the middle and blue in the very center.

"Imagine if your Gran saw this," Alex says, eliciting a laugh out of Henry. "It would probably kill her."

"Indeed."

-

"When are Alex and Henry supposed to get back?" Nora asks.

She and June are walking down a hallway in the Residence to the kitchens for lunch by themselves since Pez had camped himself in the library. He said he needed the distraction to keep from checking Twitter over and over again.

"They're supposed to land at 9," June answers, "but that's assuming they haven't been murdered or kidnapped."

"So they should still get here around 9, then?"

They turn a corner into a hallway lines with windows, now facing the front lawn. "I think so." She says it nonchalantly, as if she didn't bug Amy to tell her everything about their return trip for twenty minutes straight.

Nora opens her mouth to say something else, but before she can, something slams into the window next to them, hard enough to crack.

Hard enough to crack US military grade bullet-resistant glass.

They both stop in their tracks.

"Oh my god," June breathes. "Oh my god!"

She grabs Nora's hand, and they turn and run.

-

On the way to the airstrip, Alex makes a valiant effort to convince Cash to turn the car around and go back to the cabin, but the bodyguard is not swayed, tragically, and soon they're boarding the aircraft.

As soon as they sit down, Cash comes out of the cockpit. "Slight change of plans."

Alex's head shoots up. "What happened?"

Cash waves a hand, face revealing nothing. "Nothing bad, we're just landing in DC instead of New York."

Henry narrows his eyes. "Why?"

"You'll find out when we get there." Then, he sits down and opens his crossword book.

What an ass.

-

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," June gasps as they come up the hall to find Amy.

She has just enough time to look alarmed and slightly scared before June and Nora are talking over each other.

"Amy, there's a-"

"Something hit the window-"

"-front hallway-"

"-glass cracked-"

"Girls!" Amy exclaims. "One at a time. June first.

June clears her throat. "We were walking in the North Hallway when something hit it really hard and it cracked."

"Oh, shit," Amy says. "Go to an internal room and stay there until I give the all clear." Then, she turns around and says something into her wrist mic and walks away, leaving June and Nora to panic in her wake.

-

When Henry and Alex land in DC, they're shepherded right into a Secret Service vehicle, and, in a move shocking everyone, Henry is the first to go for his phone.

Alex puts a hand on his arm. "Why don't we wait until we get to the Residence? Since we've had such a great time?"

Henry looks uneasy but puts his phone back in his pocket.

-

Nora and June file into the same sitting room that had been the setting for much of the past four days to see Oscar, Raphael, Leo, and Pez already there.

"Where's Mom?" June asks, already on high alert.

"She's on her way," Oscar answers, though he looks skeptical. Ellen never really seemed to believe in the threat, so it wouldn't be a surprise if she kept working until Amy forced her to stop.

June and Nora both sit down, and they all exchange nervous glances. The tension is thick enough to feel like humidity, and it isn't hard to tell that whatever is going on is at its peak.

This bullshit ends tonight.

-

The car stops slowly at a red light, and Alex can feel himself starting to get antsy. It's not a welcome feeling, not after their vacation, but now that he knows something is going on, he can't stop thinking about it. He still doesn't want to check his phone, though.

The light turns green, and the car starts rolling again.

Abruptly, it stops again, and Alex chokes on the seatbelt.

"Sorry, guys, someone ran the red," Cash says from the front seat.

"It's fine," Henry gasps.

In no time at all, they're pulling up to the White House.

Henry grasps his hand. "You ready?"

He's not, but he nods anyway.

It's obvious before they even walk in that something's wrong. For one, no one is there to greet them. For two, staffers are running around like crazed lunatics without acknowledging either of them.

Then, there's the fact that Cash immediately peels away with nothing but a, "Gotta go do something."

They look at each other, baffled.

Eventually, they find a family sitting room that seems to have people in it.

"-and the cracked window was because of a goose, not a bullet," Amy is saying.

Alex's eyebrows raise. "What the hell?" He pushes forward into the room. "What's going on?"

"Alex!" June shouts, running into his arms. "You're alive!"

If Alex thought he couldn't get more alarmed, he was wrong. "Yeah...Anyone wanna tell me what's going on?"

June pulls back, allowing Alex to finally get a look at the room. Both his parents, Leo, Nora, Pez, and Amy are seated around the room, apparently having some kind of meeting.

"You have a lot to catch up on," June says. "But the biggest thing you need to know is that the Queen died, and there is no assassin."

Alex's brain whites out for a second. "What?"

"You heard her right," Pez confirms. "Don't worry, darlings, we'll throw a real party once the mourning period is over."

Right. Because now they have to go to England so Henry can participate in lawful grief. Because the Queen is dead. And the monarchy is stupid.

Next to him, Henry rubs his eyes. "...Huh."

Leo takes pity on them. "Welcome back, guys!"

Welcome, indeed.

[elprupneerg]

it sucks, enjoying seeing my family and yet having everything that surrounds seeing them be filled with pain and stress and discomfort. especially since half the discomfort and stress could be taken out if i didn't have to deal with my mom's bullshit. putting in a readmore cuz i'm trying to get better about my vents being too visible/triggering for people that don't wanna see that shit. warning for unsanitary stuff, bodily fluids (both animal and human), abuse/neglect of a disabled elder, very long explanation of events because nothing in my life is simple and i don't know how to cut things down very well

so my parents headed down to iowa for the family reunion a day early. we all met at a restaurant at noon, and in order to get there in time those of us who left the same day had to leave between 7am and 8am. my parents wanted to avoid that, so they left friday night and stayed in a hotel.

however, this meant they needed someone at the house at 7pm friday night and 7am saturday morning to give 2 of the dogs meds (one is every 24 hours, the other is every 12 hours. the third doesn't need meds but gets a piece of hotdog anyway because otherwise she feels left out). none of my younger siblings were willing/able to do it, and picking me up from my parents house instead of from my apartment shaved about 45 minutes of drive time off the trip. so i slept over.

last time i slept over was on the night of the 4th since i'd thought everyone would be drinking on the holiday and didn't wanna worry about people getting into trouble with holiday traffic. my old room got turned into a guest room (and oohhhhhhh boy do i still have thoughts on how that went down, but that's another story) and there's now 2 beds in it. my mom warned me on the 4th that one of the cats used to sleep on one of the beds, but she kept him shut out of the room after she realized he was peeing on the bed. once he got out of the habit of being in the room, she'd started leaving the door open and the dogs had taken to sleeping on the other bed. so she recommended that i sleep on the bed that the cat had previously claimed and now none of the dogs laid on. i was very very very stupid and took her at her word.

the blankets and sheets had been cleaned (several months ago) and had some hair from being generally Around the dogs (expected) and a spider living between the sheets (unexpected and upsetting). however there was an odd and very very very very very strong smell of cat piss. i'd thought it was something wrong with the large teddy bear sitting on the bed (stuffed animals soak up smells very easy and are hard to clean) and brushed it off. i didn't sleep much, but i survived.

i knew that i was gonna have the house to myself for several hours before i would be anywhere close to sleeping, and i knew that i didn't want anything to smell that strongly of piss again. so the first thing i did when i got dropped off at the house was take the blankets and sheets off the bed to take them to the laundry. the blankets and sheets were clean and smelled fine. no stains or anything.

the mattress pad underneath the bottom sheet had a giant piss stain. we're talking "if i laid down on the bed with my head at the top, the other end of the stain reached my elbows" size. gross. nasty. explains why i smelled piss the entire night last time. i start trying to get the mattress pad off, with the thought that i would wash it and then put it back on the bed with the stained side towards the foot of the bed so it wouldn't smell so strongly.

there was a second mattress pad underneath. it was also stained in the exact same spot. "how odd" i'd thought "that they'd change the sheets and wash everything post-cat-pissing, and just happen to put the stained parts lining up together". but i was starting to get a very bad feeling about this.

everything was machine washable and dryable, so i did 2 loads of laundry to get everything done before bed. i pulled things out, used a basket to take everything upstairs, and started examining things so i could find the stained parts and put those at the foot of the bed.

the stains were almost entirely gone. there was still a faint smell of cat piss if you shoved your face too close and the slightest bit of off-white coloring if you knew what to look for, but otherwise? completely gone.

after realizing that the cat was peeing on the bed, my mother had taken the blanket, top sheet, and bottom sheet off the bed and washed them. she had then put them back on the bed, Directly On Top Of The Piss Soaked And Stinking Mattress Pads, and then called it a day.

i was hurt and disgusted and sore (partly from having to lift up a mattress to get sheets on it while having joint problems, but tis the nature) but i was able to get over my anger and hurt and go to sleep. after all, my mom doesn't always think things through, and she doesn't always notice smells and things like that, so its. well its not Fine, but its fine. i guess.

the next day we're all at the reunion, we've gone out to eat and then gone to my cousins' house to hang out and chat. and mom starts telling a story about work.

my mom drives for uber and lyft. sometimes they get contracted out for medical transport without getting told, and while she's not Sure this is what happened here, she was getting offered 3 times the normal rate for the distance she was driving and there was a "do not deviate from this route" warning when she was told what directions to take. so while she's kinda confused she ends up taking the ride.

mom gave too many personal details so i'm gonna try and cut that shit out. the relevant parts are that the guy who scheduled the ride seemed high off his gourd, and he'd scheduled it for his elderly relative who uses a wheelchair. high guy carried his relative down to the car, and leaves him to get himself in while saying weird and mean shit to my mom. relative has trouble controling his bladder, and ended up putting mom's floor mats on the seat so when he had an accident it wouldn't soak into the seats (dude was obviously doing his best with a crap situation, i hope the elderly relative gets better supplies/caretaker soon because jesus christ). high guy eventually wanders off to grab his relative's wheelchair and blankets, which were also soaked in piss. mom noticed the smell, and when she commented on it high guy started screaming awful things at her and his relative. they're eventually able to get the chair in the car and the high guy away from the car so they could drive off. rest of ride goes without a hitch, but mom notices the smell the whole way there.

she then goes on to explain how she cleaned out her car, and how much effort it took, and how she was so so so careful with it to make sure the back of her car and her car's trunk were nice for her and her passengers.

so like. she's able to notice the (honestly not that strong) smell of pee from this poor guy, but not the ammonia heavy Stench of cat piss on the bed she told her kid to sleep on? she's willing to go to all that effort to clean and detail her car but can't even do a 2nd load of laundry to clean off the cat pee on the mattress pads?

she's gone on and on and ON about how sad she is that none of us want to spend any time in the guest bedroom sleeping over by her. but she hasn't thought that maybe the fact that the room is decorated kinda weird, or that one of the beds has been claimed by the dogs, or that the other bed was literally fucking soaked in cat piss, could have anything to do with it?

she's perfectly willing to moan and complain about how none of her kids want to sleep over in this room that she worked soooooooooooo fucking hard to clean out all the "junk" (my belongings, which she had a lot of fun looking through and then gossiping about with my siblings) and redecorate to make it look "nice and welcoming". but she can't put in the energy to Wash Some Fucking Sheets? she made a big deal about how she made a diamond art picture for me that she thought fit my aesthetic (it doesn't, it fits the vibe she Wants me to have). but she Can't Make Sure That When I Sleep Over There I'm Not Sleeping On Top Of Cat Piss.

not sure how to end this. just like. fuck. goddammit. what the fuck. jesus fucking christ. i hate that house and i hate that room. i should've taken a picture of how nasty those fucking mattress pads looked before i washed them so i'd have proof to show her cuz i know she won't believe me if i tell her. and she'll Still wonder why none of her kids want to sleep over. and it'll be all her fault

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Just woke up to my dogs barking at me, I was busting to pee, when u went inside I asked why the dogs why are they in the pool area?, my mum turned to me and said I knew you were going to say that and then starts yelling

"BECAUSE IVE JUST BEEN CLEANING DOG POO I CANT CLEAN DOG POO WITH THE FUCKING DOGS THERE,DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY HOUSE."

I'm crying after this considering I've been bottling up a lot of feelings and it's early in the morning and the first human interaction was someone screaming at me I yell back

"why are you yelling I haven't fucking done anything, I just asked a question", through my tears

She then yells back about how it wasn't just asking a question I was trying to control her

Like girl what

I start crying more and I can't stop, my brother goes upstairs laughing at me

Then mum yells at me to put the dogs back to the backyard I go to but as soon as I open the gate they are in the Side yard and mum opens the door as I am clearly trying to get them out and she yells at me again saying

"WHY ARE THE DOGS ON THE SIDE YARD I TOLD YOU TO PUT THEM IN THE BACK YARD

I yell back WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IM DOING?

She yells about my swearing and then slams the door I get Milo to the backyard but peanut is scratching the door of my room so I let him in and we cuddle on the bed, I feel calmer and better, peanut wants to leave the room so I open my door and mum opens the door to the house (I live in a shack outside which I chose because I couldnt deal with my mum and step dad) mum then yells at me "WHY THE FUCK ARE THE DOGS STILL HERE" I yell "ONLY PEANUT IS " the reason I yell this is because mum is at a level 8 and that means that if you do not yell she will not listen, she then yells

"YOU NEED TO SEE A PHYSCHOLOGIST AGAIN BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING SO OVERDRAMATIC" when she leaves I grab peanut and put him with the other dogs go to my room and play some fruit ninja (ifykyk) I'm finally calm again and mum messages me this

'You need to go to bed early I don't know who you think you are speaking to me like this

I knew you were going to carry on when you saw the dog's there it's MY HOUSE and I can do what I like'

I respond keep in mind I'm so fed up right now I'm not proud of any of my choices during this conversation but it takes two to tango

'I didn't tell you shit'

She responds

'Don't respond '

I say (before I saw that message)

'Sorry you can't handle someone asking a question'

Then since she doesn't pay for my phone bill my lovely dad does I blocked her, if she says anything again, anything that is rude I'm going to call my dad and leave for a week, perks of divorced parents, all my dad is going to say is hug me and tell me to move in,

My mum is an angry person who yells ticking time bomb

My dad is an emotional manipulator, but for the most part dad is good with emotions if you know how to avoid he's tricks

My step mum is tricky to deal with she says little comments quite enough so only you hear (my dad's deaf in one ear) and you can't do shit about it

My step dad is just like my mum only worse