#I have to buy him a new collar though... and leash....

[sergle]

update on ugly boy: still ugly 💗💗💗

[trashmouth-richie]

the boy is mine // ziggy’s version ♡

@carolmunson prompt

♡firstly, i’m so excited about this, for the unification this could have for all of us fandom wide— hopefully there are more ideas like this in the future 💕

tw: depictions of hard times, established relationship, blue collar (?) vibes, money troubles, but you’re in love so it’s a non issue. fluffy, illusions to smut but nothing mentioned.

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the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.

props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook.

dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order):- "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" - "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true."- "and you like that?"- "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

Birthdays.

Something rarely celebrated between the two of you. Even though you both agree every year would be different, every new year’s resolution—sworn to do it, but always falling short.

Until this year.

It wasn’t a pony or a working television, and still with the daily struggle of bills piling up and work slowing down— Eddie promised himself, your day would be special.

He dipped into the ‘broken window’ fund— started when some little shits tossed rocks at the “freak’s house”. It consisted of an empty pickle jar that lived in the same dark bottom cabinet holding the potatoes.

Just a few bucks, that’s all he would need until payday on friday.

The shopping basket was nearly pathetic looking as he scoured aisles for a special treat, realizing he had come up short when he needed an extra few bucks for gas.

Putting back the cake mix, the card, and a pack of twizzlers—Eddie left the store with a single can of vanilla frosting, the off brand kind.

He rushed home, hoping to still have enough time to beat you there before your shift ended at work.

Scrounging for the small notebook you got him for christmas, he flipped through the pages filled with past conversations about the pros and cons of leaving the trailer park, a forgotten list for groceries, and an even shorter list of bills that could be pushed back a few days.

He finally finds a clean sheet, clear of pen marks and gets to work. His hands flew with D&D esque inspired calligraphy, scrawling “happy birthday baby!” with a tiny jagged heart at the bottom with his initials.

A car door slams on creaky hinges and he knew you were home before even hearing your soft footsteps on the worn concrete— giving him only seconds to do a quick sniff of his pits and rake through his hair with his fingers— rings getting stuck along the way.

Your keys jingle on your finger as you lug your purse by its strap, nearly to the ground like you were walking a dog on a leash.

“There she is,”

The same cheesy charmer line he had greeted you with since you were teens meeting between classes by your locker, faces wedged almost as one to kiss as much as you could before being late. Hormones on fire.

Eddie ‘benjamin button’ Munson aged backwards, you were sure of it. Where you looked exhausted at any given hour, Eddie's puppy dog eyes grew bigger every day, not a single wrinkle on his cherub face.

“Hey babe,” you yawned with a hand covering your mouth, “did’y have a good day?”

His smile, all dimples and porcelain teeth stretched a mile wide along with his arms as you walked into them, pressing your cheek to the middle of his chest, arms slung lazy on his hips.

“Always a good day babe, never bad. And..someone, not sure who, has a birthday.”

Lifting your head his chin is dipped to you, “someone doesn’t like their birthday, Eddie— it’s a waste.”

You never had, it was never happy before Eddie— stemming from divorced parents fighting about which one should pick up the cake, and who was buying the gifts because ‘I did it last year’ which ultimately dissolved into you telling them not to worry about it because it was just another day.

“Aw don’t be like that,” Eddie frowns, “that’s not even true.”

You grumble into his shirt tossing your head further into him inhaling his scent. He kisses your hairline and strokes your back before working to remove your coat.

“Five years we’ve been together, it’s time we celebrate shit, sweetheart.”

Mumbling a drawn out ‘fiiine’ into him he tips your chin, with a curl of his forefinger, a little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you pout y’know it?”

“and you like that?”

His lips slot against yours, and you hum with content, “oh darlin’” he says with a fake southern drawl, “I love it.”

-

The tub was filled with the warmest temperature the water heater would allow— which wasn’t a lot, but still, it felt nice on your sore muscles from your shift at the same plant both Eddie and Wayne worked at, opposite shifts from you.

Eddie’s rings clacked on the plastic edge as he slid his long legs around yours into the water, sitting on the other end of the tub. He had helped you undress, hanging your coat on the back of a chair, giving you the beautiful homemade card that made tears spring to your eyes.

He followed behind you into the bathroom, running the water and putting the drain stopper into the drain before he ran back out to the kitchen returning with arms filled with stuff that he kept hidden from you until you were comfortably sitting in the cramped bathtub.

He plugged in an emerald strand of colorful christmas lights that you didn’t even know you had. It filled the cluttered countertop, weaving around the bar of soap and kitchen cup designated for holding your toothbrushes, lighting the bathroom in a cozy Christmas ambience… in April.

“We ran out of like, nice cups— is this okay?” He asked before pouring a can of Busch light into two red cups that were nabbed from Benny’s before it shut down.

Scrunching your face you move your arms from the depths of the water to reach out for his extended offering of warm beer, “when have we ever had nice cups?”

He laughed shrugging, “yeah, you’re right.”

Sitting square in front of you, long legs bent and wide open, Eddie holds up his cup in a cheers, “to you, my love, my sweet beautiful hotter than hell girl who for some reason fell for my charm, happy birthday.”

Clinking a his cup with yours you both smile before taking a swig of the cheap warm beer.

“mm, that’s nice.. what year?” you tease, never even having wine in your life.

He plays along like he always does, swirling the cup and putting the tip of his nose to the rim, “ah yes, a refined 1989 I believe— a good year for Busch I've heard.”

You both laugh until your sides ache. This is why you adored him, making a normal day special by just being him—corny, cheesy, poor— and you had never been happier.

“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed, reaching out of the tub, ribs stretching taunt against his skin, soap sliding down them.

He grabs a lighter from the counter and opens the tub of frosting. Brandishing a white waxed candle tucked behind his ear with the flair of a magician, he plants it in the center before lighting the wick and sitting down roughly in the tub, water splashing onto the floor.

The flame lit up his features, his tongue poked out in concentration, the yellow light filling his dark pudding eyes with a boyish glee, and then they met yours.

“Should I sing?”

You shake your head, happy tears stinging your eyes, “no, this is perfect,”

“Well make a wish.”

You close your eyes tight not knowing what to wish for because all you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you. Blowing out the candle you lean forward and kiss him square on the mouth, hard and deep.

The beer tipped into the tub and was long forgotten as your lips worked down his neck, wet strands of hair curled around, his arms pulling you in, making you sit on his naked lap, the frosting birthday cake sitting on the floor.

You kiss for awhile, your chest pressed into his, his hands squeezing your ass, the heel of his foot knocking the plug from the drain.

“If you don’t stop,” you mutter between kisses, “we’re gonna have a problem.”

Eddie smirks, dimples poking out, stroking your cheek thumb sweeping your swollen bit lip, “throw pillow is already on the bed, besides, I’m not afraid of a little trouble baby.”

[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Los Vaqueros x Reader

Headcanons

Summary: you got caught in the middle of the narco violence, losing everything. Thankfully, the vaqueros rescued you and decided to adopt you… as a pet.

Warnings: murder/trauma mentions, pet play, collaring, poly relationship (?), slight smut.

A/N: i can’t stop thinking about Ale and Rudy, they’re both so cute and boyfriend shaped and i love them very much 💗 so i got this silly idea in the middle of the night and decided to write it, don’t ask me what the hell is this, just enjoy it. And please remember that english is not my first language. Hope y’all like it :)

♡ Your parents were killed by el sin nombre, and you were kidnapped for a few days with the intention of human trafficking. Luckily, you were rescued by los vaqueros before you ended up being trafficked for real.

♡ It was nice to be free again, but everything you had ever know didn’t exist anymore. Not even your home. You had nowhere to go, and such a naive little girl like you would be an easy target in Las Almas… again. That’s why the vaqueros offered you to stay with them, in their base.

♡ You accepted immediately. They saved your life, and you would trust them with it.

♡ At first, it was weird to live among military men. Seeing them always with a serious look on their faces and yelling orders was quite scary, but soon you got used to it. You got along with everyone, and they all treated you in the nicest way possible, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

♡ They even gave you your own little room!

♡ Once you started to get more comfortable, you gained the confidence to get out of your room more often, exploring the base and helping around with the daily tasks, learning the basic things. And it wasn’t long until you grew closer to Alejandro and Rodolfo, following them around any time you could.

♡ Alejandro thinks of you as one of those stray dogs that Rudy used to bring into the base (in a cute way), that’s why they started calling you “Cachorrita”.

♡ You love the nickname, but you loved it even more when they actually started treating you as a puppy, making sure that you’re always happy and taken care of.

♡ One day, they surprise you with a pretty collar. It’s made from the softest and most finest leather, in your favorite color, and it also has a cute heart-shaped tag that says “Cachorrita” and “Propiedad de Los Vaqueros” in the back. Such a sweet gift. It made you teary. You hugged every single one of them as a thank you and then Alejandro put it around your neck <3

♡ It doesn’t matter if they’re all at the base, or just a few soldiers, you always go out to spend time with them. You keep them company, listen to anything they have to say, comfort them, or just snuggle on their lap while they play with your hair. They say often that you’re way better than a therapy dog, but you don’t really think so.

♡ One time you decided it would be a great idea to cook something for them, so you prepared chilaquiles con carne, and they all went insane, saying that it was delicious, better than the bland military food they were used to eat daily. So now you cook for them almost every day, remembering the recipes your mother taught you.

♡ Even though they all agreed to collar you, only Alejandro is allowed to put a leash on you. He doesn’t do it often, just when he has to do a lot of paperwork in his office, taking you with him to keep you at his feet for hours. “Good girl” he says petting your head while you rest your chin on his thigh. “Keep being obedient and i’ll give you a treat when i’m done”. If he gets stressed, he might use that pretty little mouth of yours.

♡ They won’t hesitate to spoil you. You want new clothes? Stuffed animals? Jewelry? The newest iphone? don’t even worry about it, Ale and Rudy will be buying it all for you.

♡ When they go away on missions, they always text you whenever they can, making sure that you’re fine without them. Rudy always gives you one of his credit cards, telling you to use it if you need something. But you have never used it, you have everything you need at the base.

♡ When they come back, the first thing you hear is Alejandro yelling “Dónde está nuestra cachorrita?”, and you’ll come out of your room as fast as you can, running to them to hug them tight, glad that they’re all safe and sound.

♡ Sometimes, when Alejandro or Rodolfo get horny (which is often), they come to you, and you spread your legs for them, happy to please them however they want. Rudy fucks you sweet and slow. Alejandro fucks you fast and rough. But you like it more when they both fuck you at the same time.

♡ When you get your period, they all treat you as if you were dying, giving you everything you want and need. Alejandro makes sure you have pain pills and a hot water bottle to put on your tummy, and Rudy goes to the store to get more pads and your favorite snacks.

♡ When you wake up in the middle of the night because of your constant nightmares, you sneak into Rudy’s room, getting in the bed with him and cuddling up in his chest. “Qué pasa, cachorrita? you got nightmares again?” he asks, half awake, and when you whisper a “si” he just holds you closer, hearing his heart beat until you fall asleep.

♡ They teach you how to use a gun, just in case. But you really hate it. Those things are heavy and loud and scary.

♡ Speaking of things you hate, you also don’t like going outside due to your trauma. But Alejandro and Rudy insist on taking you out at least once a week, going to the local market for some groceries, and you hold Ale’s hand as if your life depended on it, way too scared to let him go. But, if you behave well, they buy you ice cream on the way back.

♡ You’re not a brat, but sometimes you accidentally do something they don’t like. They’re the military after all, highly disciplined men, and you aren’t used to that. If you do something slightly disrespectful or don’t listen to orders, it will result on Rudy or Ale yanking you by the collar, planting a firm smack on your ass. “Don’t do that again, entendido?”.

♡ You love stealing Ale’s military jackets. They’re comfy, oversized and smell like him. But you didn’t expected him to get you your own jacket, embroidered with “cachorrita” on the front and a bright pink armband that says “emotional support”. And you love it, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his jackets again.

♡ You have an oral fixation, and Rudy thrives off it, letting you bite his arms, lick his neck or have a really messy and heated up kissing session (if he’s not busy). Sometimes he even lets you suck his fingers, but be careful with that one cuz he might want to give you something bigger to suck on.

♡ If any of Los Vaqueros gets hurt on a mission or training, you will take care of them just like they do with you, not leaving their side until they feel better. You can’t stand seeing any of your -new found- family in pain, makes you feel sad :(

♡ When your birthday comes, Alejandro and Rodolfo enter your room early at morning, singing las mañanitas and giving you the gift they got for you. It’s exciting, so you quickly open the box, eager to see what’s inside. Gasping when you finally admire the pretty set of fluffy ears, tail plug, and thigh high socks with paw print, all in your favorite color. “Why don’t you try it on for us, cachorrita?” Alejandro suggests, and you’re more than happy to do so, already feeling a tingle between your legs.

♡ You’re on birth control, obviously, but Rudy and Ale are already thinking about getting you off those stupid pills…

[gothamslostboy]

Can i request bones characters and their pets headcannons?

OMG YES OF COURSE YOU CAN

Brennen

She’s against pets in general but if she had to pick one she’d choose a monkey

But after researching it and realizing she doesn’t have the adequate amount of time to care for one she lets booth get a dog

Has to be one that’s known for its intelligence tho

Booth

A dog man through and through

Specifically a high energy breed he can take for runs

Also likes to play fetch with it

Teaches it tricks

Constantly gets lectures from Brennen every time he says they have the smartest dog

Wants to let it lay in the bed but Brennen says no

He sneaks the dog up after she goes to sleep sometimes

Wendell

I bet you’re thinking dog huh?

Yeah you’re right

He has a American pitbull terrier he adores

Buys her sweaters for the winter

Takes her out to those dog friendly restaurants to play with Booth’s dog while they hang out

Cam

Cat lady 100%

Either a Siamese or a hairless cat

Spoils it with toys and treats, but makes sure it stays at a healthy weight

When no one is around she speaks to it in a baby voice

Arastoo

A cat he found at his local shelter

He doesn’t know what kind of cat it is

Has to take allergy pills because he developed an allergy after he already was attached

Sweets

A hermit crab he keeps in his office

Gets an artist friend to paint new shells based on sci fi movies he likes

Before he picked a name he was calling it buddy, which just kinda stuck

Angela

Likes many animals, but not keeping them

Only got one after Michael-Vincent kept begging

Ended up getting a hedge hog

It curls up in her lap while she paints or draws

Hodgins

Has the hedgehog with Angela obviously

He lets sit on his shoulder when relaxing

Built it a fucking MASSIVE enclosure in their house

This lil thing has so much to play with it’s insane

After a year or two of owning the hedgehog, he convinces Angela to get a tortoise

Who he also spoils

Zack

He bought a beta fish one day bc he thought a pet would make him less lonely but he was scared of all the other species at the pet store

He named it Archimedes

Originally just had it in a glass bowl

Bought it a proper tank after Hodgins explained how bad that is

Hodgins also went with him to pick out things it could hide in

Daisy

Honestly I’m not really sure

Maybe a hamster when she was young

But never got another pet after it died bc she was so sad

Loves Lance’s little hermit crab though

Says hi to it every time she stops by his office

Fisher

An iguana

He brought him into work once and cam made him put it in Hodgins’ bug room

Takes it for walks

It wears a black spiked collar with its leash

Vincent

He has two ferrets and and a set of Guinea pigs

Talks to them for hours telling them all the facts that pop into his head

Carries the ferrets around his body (neck, shoulders, arms, etc)

Talks about them like they are his human children

[ddejavvu]

just imagineeee steve as a sugar daddy to y/n and eddie. he would treat y’all like ROYALTY and always make sure you were okay. so so overprotective too😩😩

hnngh sugar daddy steve <3333

one of the things he spoils you the most with is food, believe it or not. he makes snack runs all the time, all you have to do is give him the puppy eyes before he gets gas and he's coming out of the store with 7 candy bars 3 bags of chips and 4 drinks for you all to share

he takes you guys shopping allll the time and you and eddie actually have a running game where you pretend to debate buying the most expensive ugly thing you can find and you wait to see how long it takes steve to break and tell you to choose something else

but when it's an expensive thing that actually looks good? try it on!! you all share one dressing room, it's really cramped so everyone is pretty much pressed against each other and you slip your shirt over your head to try a new one on and eddie looks down from in front of you and steve looks down over your shoulder and they just grin at each other before absolutely ravaging you in the dressing room. they're like leeches you swear you walk out with more hickies than you can count

steve has bought eddie one (1) polo shirt, and eddie almost threw a fit. steve had to grovel, swore he wasn't trying to 'throw off your style, Eds.' and eddie ended up wearing it as a halloween costume with his hair all straightened and poofed and tied up to look like steve's

one of your favorite things is going shopping with steve when he goes to get groceries, or toilet paper, or dish soap, anything mundane like that. He lets you climb into the cart and sit inside which leaves very little room for the actual groceries and then eddie rides on the end and it's one big gigglefest as steve piles bread and pasta sauce and noodles and veggies on top of you. they both have to unbury you in the end, you're staring the checkout guy down as your boyfriends dig you out of the food pit you've been consumed by

he buys you guys jewelry all the time!! he'll buy you pretty delicate necklaces or sweet little earrings, and then turns around to give eddie a studded bracelet with a leather band that looks more like a dog collar than jewelry. sometimes though, sometimes you switch and it drives steve feral.

seeing your hands covered in Eddie's gaudy rings and one of his black chokers around your neck while Eddie's got a pretty little silver chain tucked into the neckline of his shirt and one of your earrings hanging from his left ear?? ruined. he's toast.

steve funds eddie's metal obsession, and he funds your top interest too! sometimes he'll gripe about buying eddie another album or spending over a hundred dollars on books for you, but you always give him a big kiss on the cheek for being so good to you and you know he's not really angry, he's just a grumpy kinda guy. he grumbles a lot but all he needs is some lovin and he's fine again :)

okay but the overprotective thing?? yes. he demands to hold your hand when you cross the street. One time eddie just charged for an empty street and he was gonna be totally fine but steve yanked him back by the collar of his jacket like dude. and eddie just stared as steve bewildered because he was literally just halfway across the street how did he suddenly teleport back to the sidewalk?? steve jokes about getting eddie one of those leash backpacks bc he swears the man is bouncing off the walls and always getting lost but you're so good and you hold his hand so well :'(

sugar daddy!steve is always wearing sunglasses i'm sorry but i have to say it i need to speak my truth - sometimes you or eddie steal them and giggle while you try to impersonate him and he's sitting in the corner like :/ real funny you two :/ and you and eddie sprint at full speed towards him to smooch his cheeks until he's not grumpy anymore and he's blushing and he's laughing and argh you love your boy :(

[ohbo-ohno]

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/728955236158423040/omgomgomgomggggg-u-mentioned-reader-locked-in-a

Okay I just saw this ask and omg.

The tug of war killed me. Now all I can image though is the boys sneaking a squeaker into the belly of the bear some how so when the reader is really scared and squeezing tight it squeaks?! And the boy immediately turning and saying “aw does puppy want to play?” And reader being so confused but also then starting to associate the squeak with the bear so they get happy when they hear it. The boys teasing the reader because they are just like a real puppy excited about a squeaker, but the reader can’t help it because they have been Pavlov-ed.

Also hear me out them getting reader and bear matching collars? so bear gets leashed in the nest to?!

Also Also the simon and johnny bears in the bad cage?! my heart! so mean but also i wonder how long it would take before the reader ends up using them for comfort in the bad place. (I hope the simon bear is like a halloween skeleton bear… )

Love seeing your responses and writing as always!💕

-🎃

yeah that's seriously one of my favorites, i loved the asks and i loved writing for them.

yeah i was possessed with that tug of war thing. it popped into my head and i felt like God Himself had spoken to me. no one should be at all surprised if it pops up somewhere else in my stuff, just longer and better written

SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! it's only right you have on of your own, when johnny has been biting you to make you squeak since the first time he got his hands on you.

the pavlov of it all omggggggg. them making sure to make you squeak it nice and loud so you associate the sound with your good comfy stuffy, buy also you think chew->squeak->good because they pet you and praise you so nicely. gotta teach the dumb little puppy how to play with her toys :/ it's in the fic i just recommended (here) but i also love the idea of a vibrator attached to a chew toy, so your brain associates chewing with sexual pleasure. a very quick way to get you nice and conditioned

and with the collar - all day yes. what you wear, your stuffy wears (pretty easy since you're mostly naked, but i also present you the image of ghost agonizing over a sewing machine and desperately trying to make a mini version of your cute new outfit). you two are always matching. you wear a collar that matches the stuffy's perfectly, because of course you do! you two have to match!

simon and johnny bears in the bad cage 😔😔😔 they're there to keep you company!!! you get so scared in there all alone, and now you're not! a perfect solution! really, you should thank them.

and of course you start to see them as a comfort. they feel just like your other stuffy when held tight to your chest, it doesn't take long at all for you to start squeezing them close for any speck of comfort when all you can hear are the screams echoing off cement walls. ghost fucking loves watching you snuggle the little stuffed him for comfort. such a clear sign to him that you're giving into him more and more :') anyways yeah johnny bear and simon bear are the only nice things you get in the bad cage

(ghost and soap picked stuffies for each other - ghost is a skeleton bear and johnny is a very doofy looking bear)

[sighthounds-and-sketches]

Let's talk about flying to pick up a puppy by yourself

And some ways to make it easier on you.

Your prep starts honestly, about a week before baby actually comes home. Maybe 2 weeks.

For my pre-flight prep, I first picked out a flight carrier. I went with the one my breeder recommended.

It has expandable sides, and a little storage pocket. And it's resistant to chewing. I'm really glad I didn't buy a cheaper one, and I can't stress enough that it's cheaper to buy a quality one the first time than have a zipper break or a tear in the middle of your trip. My trip in total was 4 flights and 4 hours in the car, with him being with me for half of it and having the longest layover of my day. I could only really let him out a couple times, so this next part was incredibly helpful.

I mailed the carrier to my breeder,

at her behest. This was *huge* because the siblings got their scent on it and he was acclimated to being in it before I got to him. It acted as a secure place for him to ride in the car and for his first few nights here, he slept in there through the night.

And now that he's in his crate, the removable pad with scents on it has been instrumental in establishing the crate as a safe place for him.

Video of why I'm really glad I got the durable carrier.

Please consider what you're wearing that day.

Wear clothes you don't need to fuss with *at all* that's normal airport protocol- but I can't stress this enough, you're carrying the puppy in your arms through the TSA checkpoint and other people will be fussing over him. Make sure your appearance and personal bag is no fuss.

See: jeans, hoodie, puppy treat and potty bag that can be shoved into my personal Item, and a no fuss backpack.

In my personal travel bag I kept:

Pee pads, his food from the breeder, a change of clothes in case of incidents, a portable battery to charge my phone, collapsible food and water bowls, collar and leash incase one wasn't provided, and SEVERAL toys in there.

The toys were great for waiting in the terminal. I'd expand the sides of the crate and introduce a new toy to him to help him run a bit of energy out before we had to board.

Peepads: Even though airports have animal relief areas, chances are they're either kind of gross or your dog may be a little too young for it to be safe. I was traveling through one of the busiest airports in the world, and nobody was checking jack shit so I opted for potty breaks to occur in bathrooms with pee pads. He didn't end up going but it's better to be prepared.

I flew Delta and used Skymiles accumulated from our credit card with them that we pay off monthly, so the only thing I paid for out of pocket was 95.00 to bring Argos on board. My flight only costed 20k miles total, and that was only a small portion of what we'd accumulated over the 6 months we've been using the card. I think it's worth considering if you're planning to fly to a breeder. It enabled me to go anywhere in the country that Delta flies and not worry about costs.

Day of hack: double check your flights on the airlines app and switch your seat if possible. I swapped one of my return flight seats to an empty row for 15.00, which meant I could have my carryon and him with me at the same time and that was very nice for readjusting where my stuff was and taking a damn nap. Because at this point, I'd been up for about 18 hours and still had 7 hours of traveling before I'd get home.

I think my last thing is that if you're like me and you do have an invisible disability- ask if you can preboard. Dont be afraid to say "hey, i have this problem and standing in the heat while carrying a bunch of stuff is potentially going to cause an episode. " The employees were extremely nice, and willing to work with me. Ultimately, I went through all of this because he's a service dog prospect and will hopefully help.

Small things for me specifically prior: ate in the morning and right before I picked him up, he was able to chill in his carrier while I ate dinner at a restaurant in the airport- didn't make any sounds. He slept the whole time. I don't think I couldve eaten in the food court, too much to carry between him and my main bag.

I think that's it. I may add to this if I remember anything I forgot.

Edited to add: for my besties with miscellaneous illnesses-

A baggie with your medicines is IMPORTANT. Do not forget some dramamine, advil, Tylenol, whatever, pack it if there's a small chance you'll need it!

I ended up getting migraine symptoms like 5 hours into travel, and that was not a day I could afford to have blurred vision. <3 remember to take care of YOU on the journey.

[locallixie]

Can i request skz reaction to u askin them to buy you a collar with a leash or cat ears pls? If that doesn't make u uncomfy ofc

collar and cat ears ; boyfriend!stray kids' reactions.

🖇—...boyfriend!stray kids' reactions to their s/o asking them to buy cat ears and a collar.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; mature, suggestive, established relationship, implied friends to lovers, dom!stray kids, sub!reader, boyfriend!stray kids, gn!reader.

✧.* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; pet names, praise kink, degradation, petplay, toys, general sexual themes.

bang chan—...

He support everything you do, no matter how weird it may be. Okay, maybe not everything, but most things! Not morally or lawfully wrong then he's fine.

But he would be a bit confused when you ask him to buy you a few...interesting items to say the least. Cat ears and a collar with a leash? Is it for you? Are you using them for a costume or anything?

If you came out dressed in those cat keyhole lingerie, wearing the cat ears and the collar that he bought would make him burst. False confidence, he would be blushing and shy all of a sudden when seeing such a sight.

"Meow~!" You taunted him, acting like a cat as you crawled on the floor toward him.

Chan is going to explode, covering his red ears and cheeks. He would actually freak out when you let him hold the leash.

"You...look so cute." He smiled gently, his hand gliding down your spine. He is so shy yet he is still an absoloute tease.

lee know—...

He adore cats, and you're very aware of it. You're sure he would choose cats over most things at every chance given, sometimes even over you—his partner.

Minho is the freakiest and boldest person you know, the guy didn't even bat an eye when you asked him to buy you something a little...mature to say the least. He even went as far as saying “Oh? Would you like me to call you ‘kitten’ too?” with a smirk on his face.

You were way too shy to actual buy it yourself, but you was even shyer to ask your boyfriend for it. But you pulled through, and so here you are in a adult store with Minho. Choose whatever you like, he won’t mind.

You never felt more embarrassed than picking out cat ears and adult toys under the intense stare of your boyfriend. “You’ll look cute with that, it’ll go well with the ears.” He pointed at the butt plug with a furry tail attached at the end.

"I'm not going that far, Minho." You told, hiding your flushed red face away. You wouldn't mind, you two tried worse things than this, this is tamed compare to what you have done.

Your boyfriend smiled, "Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart. I'm paying, so I'd like to see you go all out." And next thing you know, you're already on your knees meowing to him like a helpless kitty.

Your backside dripping from the plug, your body was overly sensitive under his fingertips. You couldn't speak, so humiliated, he got your legs so weak.

"Oh-ho, cat got your tongue?" He teased, holding the leash in his hand.

changbin—...

Well, that was sudden..? He's a little taken back when you asked him to buy those things. It's not bad, it's just kind of different for you two.

He's not that into weird shit or anything too spicy, vanilla, you might say. Sweet and gentle love making sessions is what he's familiar with. But he's willing to try new things if it's for you.

"Is it too tight?" He's aware of his strength, he don't want to hurt you like how he accidentally did a few times in bed before.

Even though he isn't used to this, but the effects of yours still work on him. Your cat ears is fluffy and soft, the little bells ringing as you shook your head innocently.

He held the leash in his hand, feeling the faux leather that wrapped around your pretty neck. A side telling him to hold back, the other telling him to let loose.

hyunjin—...

He's judging your taste in things, he's not fucking a cat he's freaky but not at the same time. Ready to take risk, but staying safe is also okay.

But he's an artist, he know he should be versatile and open-minded. And he is, therefore he agreed to buy you those cat ears and that leash. It doesn't hurt to try something new in bed, he wants you to have fun too.

Hearing the bells rings every single thrust he make, you're slowly losing your mind on top of him as you rode him like the good kitty that you are.

"This kitty is a little bit of a slut? How naughty~" Hyunjin grinned, pulling you closer by the leash on your neck.

han—...

Shy, shy baby!! He had to ask you again to confirm what he heard was true. He was fine at first when you asked him for cat ears, but then a leash made him into somewhat of a blushing mess.

You'd look adorable in cat ears, and would look quite sexy wearing a leash—! His hands are shaking as he tried his best to keep his composure, picking out and ordering them for you. Just occupied with the sight of you all curled up in bed with little to nothing but cat ears and a leash.

Your tongue gliding over the warm and flushed skin of his hand, looking up at him with your sparkling eyes. Naïve and pure, so much so that he either want to preserve or corrupt.

felix—...

"Oh, cat ears? We should get matching ones!" The enthusiasm in his voice almost make you regretful of what your real intentions are. You know Felix likes cute things, cat ears are no exception. You wonder how he would react to buying you a leash?

Felix blinked, "No? You don't want to get matching ones? That's fine, you can get what you like and I'll get what I like."

When you told your plan, your boyfriend had to take a minute. "Oh...Oh." That is indeed straying from the usual business you two are up to, but he's fine with switching things up.

Surprisingly, he like it. He would try to incorporate it into your sessions more. You look cute and pretty with those ears, hearing you purr and meow with your sweet, mellow voice is addicting to say the least.

seungmin—...

"What? You want cat ears...and a collar?" Seungmin perked his eyebrow, what an odd request from you.

Is this some perverted fantasy you have that you two haven't act out in bed? Or is it the cat-hybrid thing that he usually sees in anime? But alright, he'll get you those new toys to play with.

He put the collar around your neck, toying with the golden bell. "How pretty? Come here kitty, kitty~" Seungmin called you with his finger, slowly pulling you with the leash on your cat collar.

i.n—...

It was a joke when you pulled your boyfriend into a adult shop, but when you begin browsing for a bit, you found a few things that you'd like to try out.

"Oh, you want those? Um...sure." Of course he is unaware of what he's getting himself into. Cat ears and a collar are normal things, it's just an interesting place to buy your costume.

He is speechless when you're in the bedroom, wearing the cat ears and collar he bought. You brushed your head against his hand, meowing like a cat as you're tricking him into doing something dirty.

[howl-fantasies]

Hi guys, sorry for my absence! I hope you're doing well. Here is a little something while I'm working on your requests and read everything I missed this week! Have a beautiful day dears ♥️💐 Take care!

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Oswald Cobblepot

Help.

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Y/N

?

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Oswald Cobblepot

If you organized a secret Santa and had to make a gift to Victor, what would it be?

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Y/N

Charcoal. Because he was a very, very bad boy. And a good spanking.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Do you always have to make things sound so twisted Y/N?!

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Y/N

Maybe you're just the only one who sees my previous truth as kinky, Oswald. What a naughty boy you are my dear.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Shut up!

What does Victor want for Christmas?

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Y/N

Bring back Freddy Mercury.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Do I look like God, Y/N ?!

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Y/N

Never saw him/her/it in flesh, how would I know? Would explain why the entire world is so fucked up, though.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

What is that supposed to mean?! You know what? Nevermind!

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Just answer the question! Or give me ideas at least!

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Y/N

A leash and a collar.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

You're disgusting.

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Y/N

You asked. Rule no.2.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Yes, never ask something if you're not sure you want to know the answer. I. KNOW! And I also know it's freaking out of the question!

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Y/N

How boring.

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Just buy him eggs. Draw little smiles on them.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Is it another dirty inside joke just between the two of you? If so, get lost!

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Y/N

Oh no.

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He's a good egg. Pretty sure he would like to know.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

It's so stupid.

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Y/N

Still can buy him the collar and leash. Not black, he already has one.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

GODDAMMIT I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW THAT!

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I'll go with the eggs.

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Y/N

Did you know that male emperor penguins keep their eggs warm by balancing them on their feet?

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Oswald Cobblemperor

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I'm going to shoot you, Y/N. And Ed too.

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Y/N

Do it with the eggs on your feet please. I want to laugh. Will probably kill me faster too btw.

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Oswald Cobblemperor

That's it you tart! I'm ordering Victor to shoot you before supper!

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Y/N

👍

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Tell him to buy some lube on his way please. Oh! And panties too, he cut mine before leaving to work. I'm tired of playing commando.

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Oswald Cobblemperor

SHUT UP HARLOT! I'm blocking you. I swear I'm blocking you.

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Right words, wrong place

Series Masterlist

Summary: Steve accidentally calls you mommy in public.

A/N: This takes place after the series! Technically you can read it without having read the series but I’d appreciate if you do <3 I’m also pretty sure you’ll like the series:3 (I hope so at least)

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Warnings: nipple play, boob worship, sex shop, lingerie, handjob, edging, ruined orgasm, Steve in a bralettes and mentioned panties, mentioned vibrators, mentioned cock cage, mantioned whips, spanking paddle, collars…it’s a sex shop, ok? 🤣

You were happily together for a few months now. Steve made you happy like no other and you were glad to finally have him back in your life. He was like sunshine. Your personal sunshine, always waking you with his warm kisses all over your body.

And he hasn’t changed at all, still being curious and obsessed with your pierced nipples, giving them the most attention. Not that you complained.

After a lazy morning and breakfast in bed you two decided to go out, maybe a little coffee date and shopping after.

Yeah, that sounded good. You’d love to see your big beefy man in something pretty. Maybe he’d be up to visit a sex shop with you? Choose some pretty ropes for himself…or a pretty collar….

You were going way ahead of yourself.

Head shaking you took your jacket, looking back at Steve. “Let’s go, I’m starving for some cake”, you said, putting on your shoes. Then you felt Steve’s hands on your waist, pulling you a bit closer against him. “I have some cake-“ “Steve! Idiot”, you laughed, turning around and swatting his arm. “You have a great cake, but I like a brownie with my coffee”, laughing as you kissed his cheek, before you two left your apartment.

First you two went into a small café, where you finally had your brownie and Steve an apple pie. At this point you two had a few dates behind you, but every new one made you as excited and nervous as the one before that.

“I think we should go to Whiptime this weekend. Bucky said he and Nat want to try something new and we could watch”, Steve said, chewing his cake. You nodded immediately, feeling your chest tingle. The last time you two were in the club was a few weeks ago and you started to miss the excitement while being watched. Especially after the last time. God, Steve was perfect for you. You couldn’t have a better boyfriend than him.

After drinking a sip of your coffee you put away your cup. Maybe you should go to the shop today after all? Buy something for the weekend.

A small smirk crept onto your lips. “And did he tell you what they’re going to try?” The blush coating Steve cheeks told you that, yes, Bucky definitely told him what they’d be doing. Riding your eyebrows you waited for Steve’s answer. “He said something about anal stuff and a fuck machine”, he tried to shrug it off but you saw the blush deepen, a little shimmer in his eyes.

That’s something you two haven’t tried yet. Rimming, yes, but anal? You haven’t even fingered him yet, even though you’d love to do so. Worship his pretty round ass. It was such a shame that you haven’t fucked him yet, but you’d never pressure him to do something he didn’t want. “Sounds fun. We could give them a show with the new nipple clamps that you like so much”, Steve bit his bottom lip and you could see him thinking, before nodding.

After finishing your coffee and sweets you two left the cafe, walking along the streets. Your gaze fell onto one of your favourite kind of shops, a cocky smile creeping on your lips. “Maybe we should buy something for the weekend, babyboy. Mommy would love to treat you with something pretty-show everyone who you belong to. Maybe a collar for you? I’d love to have you on a leash. Making sure nobody tries to steal you away from me”, you whispered teasingly, feeling Steve tense, his breathing getting heavier with every second.

“A-a collar? For me? A real one?”, Stevs soft and innocent voice made you chuckle, but you nodded nevertheless. It was seeet how this big beefy bearded guy became putty in your hands, as soon as you called him babyboy.

Your smile widened, while you took his hand and gave him gentle kisses on the knuckles. “Yeah, a Real pretty collar. You can choose…maybe we could order a customized one….mommy’s toy…how would you like that?”, you massaged his hand gently, Steve’s gaze glued to your lips as you kissed his skin. You could see what he was thinking about. How he started squirming in his seat…

When his eyes met your there was barely any blue, his pupils being fully widened, swallowing his pretty bright colours. He licked his lips, biting down on them. “Please let’s get a collar. And a leash”, he nearly whined, making the corners of your mouth jump up. “Then finish your cake and coffee and we-“, before you could finish your sentence Steve showed half of his cake in his mouth and stood up, waiting for you.

So within a few minutes you two entered an erotic shop, immediately being greeted by a friendly smiling shop assistant. A young man, probably younger than you and maybe even Steve. His gaze fell to your holding hands and then back to Steve. “Hello there, how can I help you both? Maybe something for the pretty girl? We have a new collection of collars and very soft ropes, even in pastel colours-“ but before he could finish his sentence you cleared your throat. “That’s great, we’d like a collar for my prettyBOY and then you can show us the ropes, preferably blue. These always make his eyes pop.”

Both Steve and the cashier blushed a deep red and without saying another word (probably from embarrassment just having assumed your relationship dynamics) he showed you the collars. “Here are the collars. We can customize a font or add more jewels, letters whatever you’d like to change”, he explained, showing the collars.

You hummed, taking a black collar in your hands, feeling the soft leather. “This one is pretty. Simple, but pretty. What do you think, baby?”, you asked. Steve nodded, but you noticed he wasn’t looking at the collar in your hands. Instead his gaze was glued to a babyblue coloured collar with big shiny letters; boy toy. The corners of your mouth twitched and you slowly put the black one aside, taking the blue one. “So this is the one you like?” This time Steve was way more enthusiastic while nodding, a big smile on his lips.

You lifted the collar to his throat, Steve already pushing his head up, wanting for you to put in the collar on him, making you chuckle quietly. “No baby, I’m not putting it on you yet, I want to see if it matches your eyes…mmhh, very pretty. Looks so good. Perfect with your bright eyes. So beautiful”, you whispered, watching Steve pupil dilate. “My pretty boy”, you whispered, while the cashier stood a few meters away, acting like he wasn’t listening.

Steve bit his bottom lip, his gaze glued to your moving lips, while he tried not to think about what you two would do after coming home. Would you use the collar on him today? Would you let him wear it whenever he wanted to, or just in the bedroom? He really hoped he could wear it around the house whenever he felt like to…

He wanted to feel owned. He wanted to be yours. He wanted everyone to know. To see.

A quiet whimper escaped his lips when your attention fell back onto the collars. He immediately blushed, ducking his head. God, he had to get a grip on himself.

Chuckling you grabbed another collar, a scarlet red with jeweled letters mommys slut. Steve swallowed hard when you also took this collar, putting both in the basket. You hold out your hand for Steve to hold, which he immediately did, following you to the ropes. “You can choose some for yourself, baby. Don’t look at the price, mommy wants to treat you”, you whispered the last part in his ear. “I’ll go look at the wips and be back in a minute”, you kissed his cheek, leaving him by the ropes. After a few seconds the cashier stepped to him, explaining and showing him the ropes. You heard the cashier say something about you to him, making Steve blush Even harder than before. This made you curious, maybe you’d ask him later about it.

After finding a nice wip that would be amazing for your collection and a spanking paddle with the words pretty boy written on it, you went back to your boyfriend who had ropes hanging from his arms everywhere and every kind of rope, looking completely overwhelmed. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing quietly, shaking your head in amusement. But there was still fondness in your eyes. “What happened, Steve?” He looked back at you, an apologizing smile on his lips. “They are all so pretty and soft…I don’t know which of these are good”, he shrugged, one of the ropes falling to the floor from the movement.

Chuckling you put the rope back on a shelf, before looking over the ones Steve had currently hanging from his arms. “Maybe the blue ones? And the red one is also pretty. It’ll look good with the collars. You’ll be so pretty, maybe we should buy you some pretty panties too, huh? You’ll be my perfect pretty boy, all dressed up”, Steve’s hands started trembling when he listened to your words, imagining being tied to the headboard, only dressed in a collar and blue lace panties. He felt his brain turn into mush. Overwhelmed with everything around him, all the bdsm and sex equipment, your words and tone making his dick harden in his pants, tenting them slowly. Of course you noticed.

A smirk crept onto his lips, while you looked around if the shop assistant was still watching you two, but he was gone, so you stepped a bit closer, grabbing Steve’s bulge, kneading. “Come on, Stevie baby. You’ll look so good in it. Mommy would love to see you in those panties….I would look at you all day. Eat your pretty peach…”, you whispered, listening to Steve’s heavy breathing. He nodded slowly, looking down at you, even though he had a few inches over you, he felt smaller.

You let go of his twitching cock, looking back at the shelves and putting away the ropes you didn’t want. “Come on, let’s look at some pretty panties for you”, you smirked, taking his hand and walking with him to the aisle with clothing, lingerie and costumes…maybe you could buy a new latex slip? Or a dress? You could also treat yourself, not only your babyboy. After getting the promotion you could really treat the two of you. Who’d thought you’d become a CEO after all that had happened?

Feeling the material of a bralette you looked back at Steve. “Maybe this would suit you too…Come on baby, your pecks would look so cute in a bralette. But that’s not the right color… Maybe a baby blue? Your eyes look so pretty when you wear blue…” with that you took a blue bralette, putting it to his body. Steve was still blushing, but visibly excited. He really wanted to wear it. He could tell you’d like it. “Do you like it?”, you asked, taking another bralette, but Steve shook his head, pointing at another one, a white one this time. “This is pretty…a set with white…panties…”, he mumbled, the blush still painting his beautiful skin. Grinning, you took the panties in his size (you hoped they’d fit) and gave him the bralettes. “You can try them on. I’ll be right there”, you kissed his cheek, before pointing him to the changing room, while you looked at a few clothes for yourself. You knew your sizes perfectly, so you didn’t have to try anything on, just putting them in your cart.

After a few minutes Steve called your name quietly, wanting to hear your opinion about the blue bralette first. His eyes were glued to the mirror and of course his pecks, that he was kneading lightly with his hands, looking at the way the material felt against his skin. A quiet gasp escaped your lips, while you stepped closer to him, right behind him, letting your hands roam over his body, his sides up to his chest. “Wow, so beautiful…you’re so pretty, Steve. Look how good your tit look in it-knew you’d look cute. Such a pretty boy.” Steve’s quiet whine made you chuckle against his arm, while you slowly started kissing his arm, your hands gliding over his pecs and teasing his nipples, pinching them gently. “Fuck babyboy…can’t wait to get home…have you laid out on the bed…I’d love to play with your tits for forever…kissing your body, tasting your nipples…kiss down….down to your pretty cock…kiss it through the panties, huh?”, you whispered in his ear, one of your hands gliding down to his crotch. “Are you hard, baby? Are you hard for me, in a fucking shop? In public? Can’t even keep it in your pants, huh..? Such a pathetic, filthy boy”, you mocked him, while he nodded, not letting a loud out past his lips, or he might actually moan.

To tease him a bit more you started rubbing him through his jeans. Steve’s head fell into his neck, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, while you opened his pants and stroked him over his boxershorts. There was a wet spot where the head of his dick sat and he was leaking even more precum, when you started teasing his mushroom head. “You could come like this, couldn’t you, huh? Too bad we have to get going. There are still a few things I’d like to get. Now try on the other bralette”, you didn’t take your hand from his pants, squeezing his shaft, while he took off the blue lace and tried on the white one, you were still stroking his cock over his underwear.

A quiet moan escaped his lips while he straightened up and tried to ignore your hand stroking his dick, but he wasn’t really successful, his boxershorts already being wet. “Baby boy…look at yourself. How needy you are…already so wet for me…can’t wait to see you in a pair of panties…”, you whispered in his ear, nibbling at his earlob. A quiet whine escaped Steve’s lips, while he turned his head to you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, rutting his dick into your palm. He took your hand and put it into his boxershorts, wrapping your hand around his cock, fucking into your hand quickly. “Please-please, mistress…please”, he whispered into your ear, leaning more weight against you.

For a moment you stroked his cock quicker, but before he could come you clicked your tongue, releasing his cock from your grip and pushing him gently away. A whine escaped his parted lips. “For this behaviour I don’t know if I'll let you come tonight at all. Now stand up straight and let me see your pretty tits”, you said in your usual scene voice, making Steve’s lip quiver, while he tried to ignore his arching cock and looked back into the mirror.

This bralette was even prettier than the one before, making his pecks look better than ever. Steve definitely enjoyed it, seeing how much his pupils were dilated, swallowing the blue fully. Yep, he likes it.

“Okay, then we take these two. Just come find me, I’ll be in the vibrator section”, you kissed his cheeks before leaving him in the changing room.

After he found you in the aisle, he had a big pout on his lips, probably from being edged and threatened not to have an orgasm later. It was fun to watch this big beefy man sulk over a broken up handjob, probably pushing him into his headspace even further, only making him think about one thing; pleasure.

You watched as he put the bralettes into the basked, following you around. “Look at the vibrators. You can choose one…and we’ll see, maybe I’ll let you watch me use it…or even use it on you, huh? That’s something you’d like?” Hearing this Steve’s head shot up, then quickly looked at the vibrators and pretty surely grabbed one of the bigger ones, with many different settings. Steve definitely had a great taste.

You let him put it into the basket, before looking at the other shelves. Where some cock cages were on display. Steve’s gaze followed yours. You could hear him gulp. “You’d look cute in one of these. Your pretty cock in a shiny cage…all locked up, just for me…ready for me when I’d want to use it. Just another toy in my collection, huh? You’re all mine.” Steve’s breathing became heavier, his hands twitching to touch you, while he listened to you. “ A pretty boy toy, that’s what you are…”

Steve whined and nodded immediately, pulling you closer. You gently swatted his hands away, shaking your head. “A boy toy like you can’t touch without permission. I’m giving you a last chance to behave or otherwise you’ll be punished today”, you warned him and he immediately let go of you, tears welling up in his eyes. “m sorry…” “it’s okay, baby. I know you’re too needy, to think straight. But you have to behave”, with that you finally went to the cashier to pay, Steve following you.

“I hope you found everything you needed”, the guy smiled, probably just being friendly since you two had a full basket. You smiled back at him, putting the purchases on the counter, while he scanned everything. “Yes. We’re very pleased with everything. I’ll definitely visit your shop more often”, you smiled. Steve squeezed your hand, seeing the prices being summed up.

He didn’t like you paying all this. He felt like he was using you. “Let me pay. You shouldn’t-“ “baby don’t worry about it. Let me treat you nicely. You’ll make up for it.” A soft smile crept onto his lips.

“Okay, mommy.”

As soon as he realised he said it out loud, or more like, He whined it out loud, the blush that was slowly coming down deepened once again, creeping from under his button down to the tips of his ears. The smile disappeared immediately. His gaze fell to the cashier for a moment-who also blushed-and without saying a word he went straight out of the door.

A big smile formed your lips, while you watched him leave the shop. You’re sweet, sweet boytoy just called you mommy. In front of another person. Did he forget it? Was it a habit? Proudness warmed your chest, while you happily paid for the purchases. “Bye bye”, you chipped happily, walking to the door, hearing the cashiers quiet ‘goodbye, ma’am’. It made you grin even more, especially when you found Steve waiting for you outside. Still blushing like a damn virgin (which he definitely wasn’t.)

You raised your eyebrows, laughing at Steve’s embarrassed face. “Don’t…just don’t say anything”, he mumbled, head shaking. The grin on your lips was even bigger. “It’s turning into a habit, huh?”

Steve groaned, his head falling into his neck.

“Now, let’s get home and mommy will make you feel very, very good.”

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[bountyhaunter]

TIMING: A day or two after ‘What If…’ LOCATION: Ball & Chain Forge PARTIES: Rhett @ironcladrhett & Daiyu @bountyhaunter SUMMARY: Daiyu goes to see Rhett at the forge to talk about a custom knife order. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

It was important for her to buy her own weapons. This wasn’t something Daiyu examined closely — she just knew that the need was there and that she answered it. She did understand her desire for financial freedom, however, and that this probably tied into it. The Volkovs were the rich type, after all. Upper class. Made rich through the exploitation of beasts and shifters and any other shady thing alike, fingers stained with blood money. Family money was a collar and leash, though, a way to yank and keep people close.

Because money bought happiness. Money bought knives, handmade and silver. Money bought independence, autonomy. And so Daiyu was determined, if not gleeful, when she set foot into the forge. When she met the warden called Rhett who looked like he’d known better days. Regardless, they shook hand and exchanged pleasantries (not many, neither of them the type) and got to the meat of the meeting. Daiyu tried hard to not get distracted by all that surrounded her. It was a cool place. It almost made her drool. She was already thinking about what other things she’d like to commission. 

Daiyu got bored easily, after all. New weapons were a good way to keep the hunt (and with that life) exciting. “Alright, alright,” she grinned, “I’m curious to see this prototype.” She held up a hand, that soon disappeared into her jacket where her favored knife was sheathed. Custom-made, too, both the knife and sheath. “This is the one I prefer to work with now. But I want something smaller — preferable ones I can double wield, ya know?” Her eyes flicked around. “This place fucking rocks, by the way.”

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Rhett lacked the usual spring in his step when it came to weapon design, and that wasn’t just on account of the iron leg. This was going to be his last one, and that understanding tasted bitter on his tongue. He’d have to give the young hunter a good reference for one of the other blacksmiths so she could keep patronizing this place in his absence, but he’d make sure this piece was one she truly loved before kicking off. He was a man of his word, after all. 

Taking the knife she’d brought from her, unsheathing it and turning it over in his hands to give it a careful inspection, he nodded thoughtfully. “Aye, can do that.” He ran his fingers along the blade, his gaze raking over the weapon. It was quality, a nice piece. He could do better, of course, but it was very excellent besides. Passing it back as ideas started to form in his mind, he leaned back on his stool and reached for a leather pouch on the work table beside him, flipping it open and pulling out a hunk of silver that was dagger-shaped, but lacked any detailing or a grip. 

“Can work this down into somethin’ smaller, like ya want. Here, I got some hilt options…” He started pulling out other finished knives that all had different styles to them. “Pick ‘em up, give ‘em a few swings, aye? See what feels good for weight n’ the grip. Can work out the details to make it unique to ya after that.” He sniffed, nodding his head over toward the corner of the room. “There’s a dummy back that way, if ya wanna see how it feels in action. Take yer time.”

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Maybe she should try to get into weapon making. It was the other hunter who’d told her, even if it was indirectly, that perhaps she needed to add another skill to her arsenal. Besides, Daiyu liked custom weapons. She had turned a regular shotgun into a sawed off one before she’d turned eighteen, so who knew — maybe there was something to gain there. But for now, she was just antsy to try a few knives. Her eyes kept passing to the Warden who did have quite the reputation, it turned out. Daiyu preferred to go off what she was given at face value rather than whispers at a hunter bar, though. 

She eyed the options with wide eyes, lips curling up, “These are awesome, did you make all of ‘em?” Greedy fingers reached for two knives, both hands wrapped around their hilts, testing their weight. “Nice.” She put them to the left, tried two more. One was discarded immediately, the other joined the other two. Daiyu knew what she was looking for, though she was making a mental wishlist in her mind at the same time. She’d have to ask Rhett if he had any references for bows.

After a quick selection, she moved over to the dummy, turning the knives in her hands and launching them into the dummy’s neck. It wasn’t often she fought humanoid creatures, admittedly — she preferred to hunt shifters when they were shifted and besides, she was most often on the tail of various beasts. Daiyu released the knives, mimed the gushing of blood and grinned at the warden over her shoulder. She spent a short while retrieving the knives and slashing a few times, but it didn’t take her long. She was made for impulse decisions and purchases. Returning to the table, she extended one of them, hilt towards the warden. “This might be a good one to go off. I dig the look of it. Slips nice and easy in the palm, but also offers enough of a grip, y’know?” 

—

“Aye, over the years… decided if I was gonna start takin’ custom orders, oughtta have a few things fer the ol’ portfolio.” Rhett watched her pick them up and test how they felt in her hands, making note of which ones she seemed to prefer and parsing out why that was based on how she held them. His gaze followed the young hunter when she went over to the dummy, and watching her mimic a few attacks and subsequent blood spurts actually brought a slight smile to his face. He couldn't help but remember when he'd been as young and full of vim and vigor as she was now, and it was comforting, in a way. He was a relic, but there'd always be more hunters to pick up the mantle. 

Still wearing the smirk, the old warden accepted the blade of choice back from her, nodding in agreement. “Thought ya might prefer this one.” From there, he reached for his sketchbook and flipped it open, starting with a rough drawing of the hilt of choice. “What kinda blade shape you want? Hawksbill, tanto, guthook…? Here's a few, in case ya ain't familiar with the names.” He flipped back to the beginning of the book and produced two pages full of different knife blade styles, pushing it toward her. 

—

The concept of a retired hunter was a rare one, but Daiyu found it a comforting thought. It wasn’t quite like she wanted to leave this life behind, but the concept of perhaps retiring towards something else after years of fight was something she might like. Maybe not even for herself, but at the very least for her uncle who always seemed so weighed down. (She didn’t expect to live to an age of retirement, anyhow.) “That makes sense, yeah. So you’ve been doing this a long time, then?”

She had never been the best at retaining knowledge and learning, but when it came to these things Daiyu had been quite good at remembering. She knew the fight, the grit, the violence and the tools it took. Sometimes it seemed it was all she was good for. And so she didn’t have to look at the book of blades to answer the question, “Hawksbill would be perfect,” she said. “Might have to step by for another set or something soon. Got some nice shit here. And this town, well… Crawling with stuff.”

—

Her question was answered with a slow nod, and after a moment of thought, a few words. “Grew up on it. Trainin’ under masters’ah the craft while I hopped from town to town. Huntin’ didn’t always pay well, ya see… needed a skill I could use anyplace.” Chuckling approvingly at the swift decision, Rhett flipped back to his concept drawing and started to sketch. “That it is, that it is… won’t never run outta quarry, it seems. Good to have folks like you in places like this.” He sucked in a sharp breath, pressing harder on the pencil as he made the stroke for the edge of the blade. “Afraid I won’t be around after I finish this for ya… but the folks what own this place, the twins, they’re damn good smiths. Can make ya anythin’ ya like, won’t balk at no kinda requests. I’ll let ‘em know to give ya a discount.” He lifted his head, cocking it to the side as he looked at the drawing so far. Next was the hilt style, which he started in on as he spoke. “Which, speakin’ of… this order’s on the house.” It wasn’t like he needed her money—any that he already had had been left in a place in Emilio’s apartment where he might find it someday, or maybe whoever moved into that shithole after him. Didn’t matter, so long as someone had it. 

—

Hunting had always paid her family quite well, but then they’d had ties in all kinds of murky corners. Daiyu didn’t want to know how her father and the men before him had acquired their riches. It’d make her feel too much like them. She did wish she’d learned a practical skill like this, though. “So you moved around a lot? Cool. We didn’t stray very far, mostly stuck around in Washington. Lotsa woods to protect there.” They’d flown to other corners of the world where family lived, but her world had mostly been those pines and mountains.

She watched the other at his work, a little envious. She supposed she could try and pick something like this up, but Daiyu hated learning things she wasn’t immediately good at which was why her skillset remained limited. “Ah, hopping town again? Can’t blame ya, this place is a little bonkers.” She liked the chaos though, so far. “I get it, I don’t stick around long places either. And hey, I’ll take those discount tips.” Her lips curled into a grin and it almost faltered when he said it was on the house. A kindness. Those always got lodged in her throat. “Whoa, man. You don’t have to. Are you sure?”

—

“Aye. Was born on the water, didn’t have much of a home fer a while that weren’t the inside’ah that boat. Instilled me with the need to migrate, I guess. Weren’t a bad life.” 

The finished product was coming together on the page, and Rhett’s gaze lifted from the drawing to meet hers. “Don’t need money where I’m goin’, kid. Got no use fer it. You might as well keep it.” He cleared his throat and pushed the drawing her way, tapping the pencil on the paper. “Pick a material for the hilt, n’ if there’s any personal flares ya want—engravin’, a replaceable scale, whatever, lemme know now so I can work it into the design. All said, she’ll take ‘bout… mm, twelve more hours or so to make. Can do it all in one.” Wasn’t like he was sleeping, anyway. “Have the order ready for ya by tomorrow.”

—

“What?” The word was drawn out as she was genuinely intrigued, not having met many hunters who were based at sea. “That’s cool. Way more original than being born on regular schmegular land, that’s for sure.”

She was looking at the drawing with an eager, growing interest. Daiyu had tried drawing but as she lacked natural talent (if that even existed), she’d given up in frustration. She didn’t like failure, but she could appreciate another person’s skill. Most of the time. “Alright, cool. Thanks.” She hit her head, then pointed. “Am only saying that ‘cus I know you’re not fae.” She gave a shit-eating grin. “Wood handle, something dark. Don’t need any special things beside it, ‘tis the blade that matters most.” She doodled on her weapons when she was younger, which had been considered a personal affront to her neat father and not just because she was a shit drawer. “Tomorrow, cool! I’ll be here.”

—

The thanks and subsequent joke earned her a good-natured scoff, and the man leaned back on his stool. “Perish the thought,” he muttered with a smirk, marking down her request for a dark wood for the handle. 

Reaching out a hand to shake, Rhett cleared his throat. “You ever get a hankerin’ for somethin’ else’ah mine, I do got a few pieces put up in Chet’s shop, Fable Blades. He buys products from this forge pretty often, can just ask him to show ya ol’ Rhett’s work n’ he’ll set ya up. He’s a retired warden too, so, y’know. Good people.” Rising to his feet, the man showed Daiyu back toward the exit, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “Seeya tomorrow, kid. N’ be careful out there, aye? Don’t fly too close to the sun.”

—

She decided she liked this Rhett. He looked like the very image of a withered, alive against all odds hunter and yet he still humored her yapping. Daiyu liked her hunters with a bit of humor. “Awesome, I’m gonna do that. If your piece satisfies, you know.” She missed the innuendo for a beat, then let out a ha as if to make it seem like it had always been her intention to make a dirty joke. Bravado came easy these days. “Got no doubt about that, though.”

She grinned at him as she moved out of the shop, giving him a salute. And people dared say she didn’t respect her elders! “See you tomorrow. I’ll try my very best not to. You too, aye?” 

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yeah... At least Elliot is with his friends now! I wonder how skittish Elliot was even around Lyra the first few days 🐈

I've been waiting for an excuse to write some early post-captivity Elliot😈

Masterlist

Content: degradation, self-deprecation, self-hatred, dehumanization, hitting, restraints (mentioned), brief memory loss, nudity (nonsexual), pet whump, recovery whump, hurt/comfort

Continues from the end of chapter 5

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Pet was absolutely terrified. It didn't know where these people were taking it, but they said they weren't going to hurt it. Pet recognized everyone in the van, which confused it. It couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until the one that Master had called Lyra started introducing Pet to--what Pet assumed was--its new owners that Pet started putting the pieces together.

Lyra, Karine, Yvonne, Landon, Broderick

It knew those names. It was sure it knew those names.

That was when the one called Yvonne said, "Welcome home, Elliot."

Elliot. That's what Miss Lyra called me back at Master's house. Why does that name feel so familiar? I'm just a pet. I don't have a name, so then why-

Pet's Elliot's eyes widened. It all came flooding back in that moment, the countless years he'd spent with Lyra, the team that had been his family since he was eighteen. How could he have forgotten his team? How could he have forgotten Lyra? Even after everything he'd been through, how could he have forgotten his old life?

Stupid dog

Elliot lowered his head, suddenly acutely aware of his lack of clothes, and tried to cover himself.

Bad dogs don't need dignity. You're better this way, open and available to use at any time

Elliot let his arms fall limp at his sides again, leaving his bruised and battered body on display for the whole team to see.

"Wh-Where are you t-taking me?" He mumbled, hunching his shoulders as though preparing for to be hit.

"We're taking you home, of course," Yvonne answered.

Elliot glanced up at her. "H-Home?"

I thought Master's house was my home. Master always said the team didn't care about me, that they would never come for me. Master would never lie to me. Maybe they're angry that Master got to use me for so long. Maybe they took me so that they could have a turn owning me as well

Elliot hoped he was right. He couldn't think of a single other reason why the team would come for him.

. . .

It was a good thing that Elliot was still chained up and collared when the team arrived at their destination. It would save the team the trouble of restraining him and buying him a new collar, but he was very confused when they opened the van door and didn't immediately put a leash on him.

Maybe they're testing me to see if I try to escape. I can do this. I can be a good dog

Elliot waited for the rest of the team to exit the van before he slowly crawled out on his hands and knees, wincing as he landed in the snow. He kneeled, kept his head down, and waited for instructions.

The rest of the team had already made their way into the house before them. Lyra was the only one that seemed to notice that Elliot wasn't following.

"Elliot?" She said. Elliot suppressed the urge to flinch. He was still getting used to being called by that name again. For some odd reason, being called that felt like he was doing something wrong. Elliot whimpered and lowered his head even further, shivering. "What are you doing?"

A whimper escaped Elliot's throat. "I-I'm w-waiting to-to be given an order, M-Master. I-I know my-my place. I can b-be good."

Elliot didn't look at Lyra, but he hoped that he pleased her by showing her how obedient he was.

"What did you call me?" Lyra asked after several long moments of silence.

Elliot risked a glance up. "M-Master?" He whispered. Lyra looked shocked and horrified, her eyes betraying her in her attempt to mask her horror. Elliot gasped and lowered his head again, clamping his eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to displease you. I can be good, I promise. I will use whatever title you want."

Lyra knelt in front of him. "You don't have to use titles here, sunshine. I'm not your Master, and neither is anyone else here. You're free."

Elliot shook his head and sniffled, struggling to keep the tears out of his eyes. "I-I know my place. My purpose is to serve my owners, s-so, I will do anything you ask of me. I promise, I'll be good."

Lyra sighed. "What did that horrible man do to you?" They whispered, more to themself than to Elliot. With that, Lyra stood up and motioned for Elliot to do the same, but he didn't move. "Come on, buddy, let's go inside. It's too cold out here for this."

Elliot sniffled again. "Y-Yes, Mas...um, L-Lyra." Lyra looked down at him sadly before turning and making their way into the house. Elliot crawled behind them, careful to keep his head down.

That's right, little dog. Crawl after your new masters. Show them what a good slave you can be and maybe they won't lock you up in the basement

Elliot shuddered at the thought. He hated the basement. It was so cold and dark and so, so lonely. Somedays, Master would keep him upstairs with him, when he was good. Those days were Elliot's favorite. Those were the only days where he didn't feel forgotten.

Once they'd entered the house, Elliot didn't bother looking up from the ground. It wasn't his place to marvel at his masters' home. His place was kneeling silently at his masters' feet, patiently awaiting instructions.

"Elliot?" A gentle hand fell upon Elliot's shoulder, and he released an involuntary gasp and flinched away from the touch. Elliot whimpered. He clamped his eyes shut, preparing to be hit. He knew he deserved it.

Only bad mutts flinch away from their masters.

. . .

Master smacked Pet hard across its face and Pet released a pathetic whimper.

"Stupid dog! You don't flinch when I touch you, do you understand? I own you! You are my property, and you will do as you are told, like a good mutt. Only bad mutts flinch away from their masters. Do you understand?"

Pet sniffled and nodded, tears streaming down its dirt-crusted face. "Y-Yes, Master."

Another smack. "Good! Let's test your obedience then, mutt. Repeat after me. You are a worthless mutt."

Pet sniffled and choked on its tears. "I-I am a w-worthless mutt."

"You're ugly and disgusting and pathetic."

"I'm ugly and-and disgusting and pathetic."

"No one but me could ever love something like you."

"N-No one but M-Master could ever l-love something like me."

"You're a stupid, confused animal, and that's all you'll ever be."

Pet started sobbing. It should've been used to degrading itself by now, but it didn't think it ever would be. "I'm-I'm just a stupid, con-confused animal, and that's a-all I'll ever be."

Pet suppressed another flinch as Master ruffled its hair. "There's my good pet. You just got a bit confused, didn't you."

Pet sniffled. "Y-Yes, M-Master. I'm sorry for being so s-stupid."

"Oh, it's okay, little one. You're just a dumb dog. I don't expect you to always get everything right, but I hope you know that you will be punished when you get things wrong. Regardless of your intention."

Pet nodded. "Yes, Master."

. . .

"Elliot?" The voice was muffled and distant, barely an echo outside of Elliot's mind. His thoughts were frantic and loud and frightening. He didn't know what was happening, but he wanted it to stop. "Elliot, sweetheart, are you okay? What's going on?"

As Elliot's consciousness slowly began returning to his body, he found himself mumbling almost incoherently and shaking like a leaf. No wonder the voice he'd heard sounded so concerned.

"Elliot?"

Elliot lifted his eyes off of the ground and looked at the person kneeling before him. It was Lyra.

"Are you all right?"

Elliot opened his mouth to answer, and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Pets don't flinch away from their masters," he mumbled.

Lyra's face twisted with confusion. "You're okay, Elliot. No one is going to hurt you," they promised. Elliot didn't believe them. Lyra forced a smile that was clearly fake. "Why don't we get you settled into your room? We can get you some clothes, a bath, a hot meal. Or you can just take a nap, if you want. It's up to you. You can do whatever you want here."

Elliot couldn't understand their words, but he nodded, regardless. It wasn't his place to say no to anything his masters said to him. Lyra's smile grew, and Elliot knew he'd answered correctly. He visibly relaxed slightly as Lyra led him into a nearly empty room and gently tugged him to his feet.

Elliot swayed uncomfortably. He didn't spend much time on his feet, and he was grateful that Lyra kept a hand on his shoulder to hold him upright. Elliot looked around the room, awestruck.

Lyra cringed. "Sorry it's so empty. We wanted to keep it just the way you left it, but...um...we didn't want to overwhelm you." It was a lie, but Lyra couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

Elliot was slack-jawed, his wide eyes examining every inch of what Lyra said was his room. It wasn't a basement or a cellar. It wasn't cold and dark and dirty. There was a clean, neatly-made bed, a side table with a single lamp, and even a window! Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been allowed to look out a window.

"I hope you don't hate it," Lyra said. "If it's too empty, we can go out and buy you some stuff to fill it with. You can hang some new drawings on the walls, or..." Lyra broke off as Elliot stepped forward and ran his skeletal fingers across the bed. Elliot looked absolutely filthy in comparison to the crisp, white bed sheets. There was a fluffy, cream-colored blanket on the end of the bed that Elliot spent some time admiring.

Elliot's lower lip started quivering as tears flooded his eyes. "Is-Is this really all for-for me?" He questioned.

"Yeah," Lyra answered, hesitantly. "But it's okay if you don't like it. We can..."

Lyra paused again when she heard the sound of Elliot crying. Her eyes widened. "El?"

Elliot turned to face her, tears streaming down his face. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot and watery. "You-You mean, I can-I can sleep in a bed?" He questioned.

Lyra's heart simply broke when she heard that. He was excited about sleeping in a bed?

"Of course," Lyra answered. "And your closet is full of your old clothes, we have a bathroom just down the hall, the kitchen is fully stocked with some of your favorite snacks."

Elliot collapsed onto his knees when he heard that, weeping and thanking Lyra profusely, "Th-Thank you, L-Lyra! Thank you so m-much! I-I don't deserve this kindness. I-I am so grateful."

Lyra wanted to respond to the weeping boy at her feet, but her mind was too consumed with a single question.

What happened to you?

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Starkiller Saga

44 BBY Chapter three part two

New location, new problems

I found us a place to land. I bring us down and drop the loading ramp and I say, "let's go you two, we should meet the people who own this pad." Redah says "I think I'm gonna stay behind on the ship captain. I've been here before and don't like it very much. Plus I can look after the ship." "Alright. Very good." Me and Meris walk down the loading ramp and we're greeted by… Gungans? "Greetings Mandalorian, my name is Bar Lar. You are docking at Gungan cargo. What is your business here?" A cargo company? This is Nar Shaddaa... I say, "I'm looking for work. And would you know the location of a slave auction?" He says "Certainly. We can help you with a job, as for the slaves, go to Andy's Slave Auction down the road that way." I bow and say "Thank you. I'll be back later for the job." "Word of advice: you look young and inexperienced. Do NOT cross the Yin family." "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." We then go down the road and enter the slave auction. We walk up, the Slaves are lined up on a stage. Not many people here. Good. I see three female Twileks, a male Zebrak, a Wookiee, two Rodians, a female Devaronian and two male Twileks. Meris whispers "why are we here?" "We need pilots. If we don't get a pilot here, we at least have loyal crew members." The only blue female Twilek speaks up, "Me and my boyfriend, the Zebrak next to me, are pilots! Please bu-" she's interrupted by her collar shocking her" the ringleader says "shut it you dumb Twilek! Merchandise don't speak, remember?" I say with authority. "Enough! She can't be bought if she's burnt to a crisp!" He lets go of the button. And bows to me and says "of course sir, my apologies. 250 credits off for the damage. Would you like to buy her?" "Yes, as well as the Zebrak and the Wookiee." "Well now! Big spender over here Mando! With your small discount, you'll be paying 74,750! A Mandalorian like you should have no problem paying this!" My stomach sinks… I don't have enough. Meris puts her hand in mine and whispers "don't look at it, just pay." I take the credit chit, and I pay. "Let me get your slaves for you Mando! And if I may say so, your slave is a lovely shade of purple!" He lickes his lips. And that gets me livid! I'm about to take a step towards him and Meris grabs my hand and whispers "it's not worth it. Please. I know you're curious how I know but please ignore him! You told me your secret. I'll tell you mine." I nod. He brings me our new allies on Lazer leashes. We put this place behind us and we go back to Gungan Cargo's landing pad and as we pass Bar Lar I say "When I get back out I'll take that job."

I close the loading ramp, I say to Meris "can you get Redah and bring her here?" "Of course" she says. I look at the lined up Slaves and the girl says "so you're our master now… right?" I take the shock remote, I place it on the ground. I stomp on it till it's in pieces. "Nope. I'm your captain. Unless, that is, you guys want me to take you somewhere safe? I could take you to Kashyyyk or wherever you want to go. Or, you could work for me. You said you two were pilots?" "Yes!" She exclaims. "My name is Fixer! And this is my boyfriend Tech! I'll be your pilot." And Tech says "I'll be your copilot." I say "And what's your name, big guy?" "Big guy?" Fixer says "Should we be calling you that?" She chuckles "How tall are you anyway captain?" "I'm 6'5" the Wookiee speaks up, "that's about as tall as a Wookiee. Though I doubt you can understand what I said." I reply with one word. "Shyriiwook." "I'm here captain, what do you need?" She looks concerned. "These collars off. Starting with the big one." As she's picking the lock of the collar the Wookiee asks "What is your name?" I tell him my name. "Grozchal Starkiller." His eyebrows raise, because he knows what my name means. His collar drops to the floor. Redah says to Fixer "Well little lady. It's your turn." The Wookiee walks over to me. Starring me in the visor, piercing through into my eyes, and his is filled with determination. He raises his right hand into the air. I say "you're not-" He cuts me off and says. "I, Karrstag, swear to protect and defend Grozchal Starkiller as if they were my biological brother. I promise to sacrifice my own life to protect theirs and to honor the sacred Wookiee life debt." "Thank you Karrstag. I by no means want to disrespect the Wookiee life debt-" Redah chimes in: "that's what that was? Nice captain. Congratulations to you guys!" She gets Techs collar off and he hugs Fixer then they share a kiss. I follow Meris to the captain's cabin. I could tell she was getting impatient. We walk in and I hand her back her credit chit. "Thank you Meris. I'll pay you back." She says Thanks, and you don't have to pay me back. Only her mouth doesn't move. "Uh… I must be tired or something…" I say nope. Think about it. Why is my mouth not moving, yet you can hear me? I say- don't say anything. Just think. Think? Yes. I'm taken aback. Telepathy?! Yes. We'll talk more later, for now, you have three starving allies to feed. I take my helmet off and I kiss her. I leave our bedroom and I say loudly "who's hungry? The cargo hold is also our kitchen and dining room. Meet your captain there immediately."

I walk there and both men run and both women walk. I walk into the cargo hold and they are all sitting at the same table. Leaving the other two empty. I went over to the cooking area and decided to make pancakes. I look into the freezer, and there's Bitchin chicken patties, burger patties, fries. ooh! Frozen blueberries, strawberries, chocolate chips. Perfect. I say "we're having pancakes. Who wants chocolate chips?: everyone raises their hands but Karrstag. "I don't eat chocolate." He says. I pull out two pans and I say "I'll tell you how I know later. But Wookiees need around 6,000 calories a day, berries are a common food source, and they like spicy food." He looks astounded and says "How do you know all this?" "Well vod, my father was a Wookiee." He says: "wait… Wookiees can be Mandalorians?" "Anybody can be a Mandalorian, vod." "You said that word again… what does that mean?" He asks. "It means brother in Mando'a." He looks happy and says "was?" I look at the pan and I say. "I might as well tell you guys everything. It started on Dantooine, with my mother being stabbed to death by Death Watch." You didn't tell me that. I know, it's not a detail I like repeating. I then continue off to tell them everything. They get fed, and then me and Karrstag will get this job done.

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 39

*Warning: Adult Content* 

Ian Foley watches with growing despair as one of the newcomers, a sallow-faced man with dark eyes and lank hair, steps forward and fastens something around Sam Asato's neck.

It looks like a thin silver collar, about the width of a pencil and is covered in tiny, densely engraved symbols. 

It hinges at the back and clasps shut at the front and the pale man locks it on with a strange little key shaped like a many-pointed star.

As soon as the thing closes around his throat, Sam's inner light dims. 

Ian hadn't even realized he could see it until it was gone. 

Sam is always so bright in Ian’s eyes, he hadn't recognized that it was something of his nature showing through. 

The only other person who'd ever looked like that to Ian was Julian Hart and he was part Fae.

Seeing Sam's light fade almost to nothing is unbearable and Ian wants to turn bear, rip all these assholes to shreds, get that awful thing off Sam and take him somewhere safe where no one will ever hurt him again.

But Ian can't do that. 

Once again, through stupidity, or weakness, or plain bad luck, he’s helpless and forced to stand by while those he loves get hurt.

A long thin chain like a leash is fastened through a loop at the front of the collar and the sallow man hands the other end to Karin. 

Ian sees Sam's shoulders shaking and he can't stand it. 

He lowers himself to his knees beside Sam, moving slowly and mindful of the gun still aimed at him and wraps him in his arms.

"You'll be okay," Ian whispers, rubbing his hands up and down his back and feeling his whole body tremble. 

"You're gonna be okay."

Ian doesn't know how but he knows it's true. 

Sam is strong and powerful, clever and resourceful. 

No evil wizard knockoff will hold him down for long. 

Ian: ‘Sooner or later, he'll break free for good and when he does, I hope he'll find his way home, as we should have done together and tell my friends what became of me. I don't expect the news will break any hearts but it's nice to think I might deserve a tear or two.’

Sam clings to Ian the way he did when they first met, a desperate barnacle latched on to the only solid surface in a wild sea and Ian wishes with all his heart he didn't have to let him go.

"Enough of this," Karin says, pulling none-too-gently on the chain. 

Ian sees the thin collar press into the skin of Sam's throa, and he swallows against a reflexive choke.

"Ian..." Sam lets him go with a shiver of breath as the increasing tension on the chain forces him to stand. 

"Wait for me," he gasps.

"I will," Ian says, though he doesn't know what Sam means. 

Ian: ‘On the other side, maybe.’

"I love you, Sam. Remember that, okay?"

Sam nods, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and sliding unchecked down the sides of his face.

"My thanks, Mother Bear," Karin says, bowing slightly to Inez. 

"May your clan prosper."

Inez nods her acknowledgement. 

"You best get going. That sedative I gave the others won't last forever and the more gone y'all are before they wake up, the better."

Karin bows again, gestures to the other two and pulls Sam to his side. 

Then he and his men walk past Ian where he still kneels, taking Sam and Carlos with them. 

A moment later, they're gone, disappeared out of sight around the side of the lodge and leaving Ian alone with Inez, Elliot and Sofia.

"Come on," Inez orders, making an upward motion with the gun. 

"On your feet. Let's get this over with."

She nods, indicating Ian should start walking towards the lake.

So far, Ian’s mind has been too stunned to form any sort of plan but now it starts to race. 

This, he discovers, is just as unproductive, my thoughts and feelings tripping over themselves as fear sets in.

Inez Walker intends to kill him and he doesn't want to die.

Ian: ‘I need to get her to talk, slow her down, buy myself a little time.’

"Won't you at least tell me why?" Ian asks as Inez pokes the barrel of the gun between his shoulder blades, making him quicken his pace.

"I suppose I can do that much," she says. 

"The Walker family blessing and the Walker family curse are the same thing, you see. Our family aren't like other Shifters. We don't get our ability to Shift through magic or ritual or through bloodline. For us, it's a gift direct from a goddess, a great bear spirit."

As they approach the edge of the lake, she pushes Ian along, making him turn to the right and skirt the shore.

"Long ago, according to family lore, there was a woman who wanted to protect her people from an invading force. She asked the bear goddess to let her borrow the goddess' form and the goddess consented. In the shape of a great bear, the woman fought off the invaders and saved her people."

They're walking along a narrow trail between aisles of dense willow.  

Pale light streams through the tangled branches and leaves and if Ian wasn't being led to his death, he'd have found it pleasant.

Inez goes on, her voice and her gun at Ian’s back. 

"When it came time to give the goddess her form back, though, the woman refused. She was afraid that without it, she wouldn't be able to keep her people safe. The goddess told her if she kept it, it would cost her but the woman said she was willing to pay any price. The goddess granted it and so the woman became the first Mother, the first head of what would become our clan."

They've reached the base of a big spruce. 

A rope dangles from one of its lower limbs and a round of wood is set beside it. 

It's just about the right height for a man to stand on if he meant to hang himself.

"You can stop here," Inez says.

Ian turns to face her, Elliot and Sofia flanking her sides.

She goes on, grim lines marking her face.

"It was only after the deal was made that the goddess told the first clan-mother the terms," she said. 

"One bear-spirited soul for every seven years, to be collected at the end of every seventh set of seven years."

Inez smiles humorlessly. 

"Now, the clan-mother had a choice. The goddess would get her souls, one way or another. She could either let things play out as they would, or take matters into her own hands. She chose the latter. She picked two of her children, once she had 'em, to be her Keepers. Secret-keepers, that is. There've been two in every generation, ever since, to make sure it gets passed down. Their job is to select the seven and deliver them to the goddess bear. We choose the weakest, to keep ourselves strong,  the old, the feeble-minded, the unloved. When there ain't enough of them to make a set, sometimes we make a sacrifice. I woulda picked Cass if I hadn't learnt of you. She's sweet but she won't be contributing to the family, what with her lack of a proper interest in procreation."

"Their," Ian corrects, feeling a new anger stir in his chest at the thought of what might have happened to Cass if he hadn't stumbled into this mess.

"What?" Inez blinks, confused by my interruption.

"Their lack of interest. Which there's nothing wrong with," Ian adds.

"Oh, I see." 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Well, don't worry. Cass's safe, at least from this and at least for the next forty-nine years."

"So the others...they don't know?" Ian asks. 

Now that they're here, Ian still doesn't have a plan and he needs more time to think.

"Nope. Not a clue. Innocent as babes. Only the Keepers know. It lets the others live normal, happy lives, without that worry hanging over 'em. That's our burden."

"And you said a 'Keeper goes last?' So what, you're gonna kill yourself once you're done with me?"

"No, my boy Elliot will do that. See, what happened here is this,  you went nuts, on account of the death-bringer and murdered me. Then you did yourself in the tree. That's how it'll look, anyways."

Ian: ‘If she thinks I'm just going to hang myself because she says so, she's got another thing coming. I'm just not sure what yet.’

"And Raven?" Ian asks.

"Poor Raven. That girl was a lost soul," she laments, with apparent sincerity. "I regretted having to kill her but I did what needed to be done. It was supposed to look like a murder-suicide, like this will. Crazy Raven come back, kidnapped old Inez, murdered me and then set herself on fire in my car. Thing was, I needed to kill you first, to complete the set. I used the death ritual to power that shield and hide my car so it wouldn't be found until I was ready and then came for you. And that's where things started to go wrong. You didn't show up alone and as far as I could tell, you were never alone. I couldn't get at you, so I decided I'd just have to 'come back' and work things out from there. And here we are."

"Why not just have Elliot or Sofia kill me?" Ian gestures at them. 

"They've had plenty of chances."

"They didn't know. Keepers don't choose their successors until the end. Once I told Elliot, he tried of course and then of course we discovered your little catamite was more than he seemed."

She swings the gun, gesturing at the rope and the round of wood.

"Enough talkin' now. Story's over. Up you go, like a good boy," she says, and I hear the no-nonsense, practical mother in her tone, homicidal and cultish but practical nonetheless. 

"It'll be quick. Promise."

Ian sighs. 

He wishes he was clever and resourceful, a quick thinker, a man with a plan. 

Ian: ‘But I'm not. I'm just a bear and that's all I've got.’

"No, it won't," Ian says. 

"It'll be as long as I can make it and I'm gonna take as many of you with me as I can."

And then in one smooth, fluid motion, easy as breathing, Ian Foley Shifts.