#alaskan at heart

[books-life-alaska]

The cutest void. ❤️

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

do you guys remember that one really remote walmart in kodiak, alaska that the internet collectively banished pitbull to? i say this is where the shadows alaskan immortals players are.

[rat-at-heart]

Never step in this flower's bed - it's an Alaskan King and it cost him a fortune

[darkwood-sleddog]

Bruh. A bear came up to our front door yet AGAIN and I knew immediately bc Sigurd now has a very distinct bear alert bark and it is. Uh. Primal? My dude just leapt from his spot on the landing and sprang into action. Guess I’m beginning to understand how a whole team of these can be used for polar bear deterrent.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

ALASKAN GIRL SUMMER

[watoons]

Finally dropping these here today. I’ve been on a huge WCTH fan art kick lately (which ironically I haven’t seen anyone else display their fan art for this series anywhere across the internet —AI doesn’t count here as I don’t consider it a legitimate “art form”!) Primarily drawing fluffy anthro canines, I feel a little —no—VERY self-conscious sharing my work, but *deep, steady breath*, here it is, and I hope someone gets joy or laughter from my silly doodles today. This is a big inspiration for me to continue drawing always!

Firstly, I found a colored version of one I drew of Lee, and realized I had never shared it! Secondly, I revised an older drawing of Jack(Jarrick) Thornton, as he is described in the book to have blue eyes—and I have to say it didn’t really surprise me that books tend to be better in this regard(still like what they’ve done for TV). Thirdly, I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to draw Elizabeth as an anthro dog…but here for fun…also some fun doodles of Nathan. I really need to learn to draw hats better!

I understand that these aren’t intended to be masterpieces, but to enjoy drawing and encourage myself to continually grow as an artist, even though I may never draw professionally for a living. Whoever finds these, please enjoy, critique, criticize, laugh—whatever.

[aleksandrasieczka]

*perfect* Alaskan sleep mask.

When you don't need a sleep mask, but actually need it pretty much.

[theamazing1design]

Do you have a friend from Alaska and your confused about his/her birthday gift ?then you can try one of our Alaska lover designs on many products (t shirts, ,hat,stickers, mugs..etc)

[books-life-alaska]

So prim and proper.

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hoseok adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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[littleprinces]

Turn Into a Pet

Male Reader x Lee Nagyung x Dog

( TRIGGER WARNING // ⚠️⚠️ This story contains elements of violence, and bestiality. Please use your discretion in deciding whether or not to continue reading this story.)

In the bustling heart of the city, my life was a whirlwind of responsibilities, meetings, and countless deadlines. Yet, amidst the chaos, my greatest joy was returning home to my beloved dog. They were my sanctuary, my companions, and the reason I smiled after a long day. Given my hectic schedule, I knew I needed someone trustworthy to care for them while I was away.

That’s when I met Nagyung.Nagyung came highly recommended, her gentle demeanor and love for animals evident from our first meeting. She quickly became an indispensable part of my household, tending to my dog with a level of care and affection that mirrored my own. Mornings were filled with the sound of her cheerful greetings, and evenings often concluded with her sharing stories of their daily adventures.

One particular day, however, a shift occurred. I noticed something off with my dogs—they seemed lethargic, their usual exuberance dulled. Concerned, I questioned Nagyung, who hesitantly admitted to changing their diet. She believed a new brand would be healthier for them. While her intentions were good, I had always been meticulous about their food, knowing how sensitive they were to dietary changes.

I just want to punish her, I start to choke Nagyung's neck and push her to the wall, she just cries. I start to undress her, get her naked with her small tits and start to slap her tits and squeeze it, "Sorry sir, forgive me" and I force her to bent over the floor, make she show her ass and start to spank her ass so hard "UUHH FUCKK SIR, I'M SORRY" Nagyung start cried when i dominate her body.

Max, my Alaskan Malamute starts to lick nagyung's pussy, i have a wild idea, I will let Max fuck Nagyung as her punishment, Max still lick her pussy and make Nagyung hornier. Her face shows her getting really horny so bad. Max stills lick her pussy as i push Nagyung's face in a floor.

Max's little cock start to erect and ready to fuck her new bitch, nagyung's getting wet and Max start to thrust nagyung's pussy "AHH FUCKK MAX, AHHH I'M YOUR BITCH" Nagyung getting horny as Max start pounding her pussy and scratch her back as like dog breeding.

I still push her face in the floor and start to spank her as as her getting fucked by her new breed partner, i slap her cheek, "Fuckk max, harder please, fuck me harder" nagyung moan so hard, and her face turned red.

Max still pound her pussy and start to cumming into her slutty cunt, "AHH YES AHH CUM INSIDE ME" then Nagyung squirt after max pull out her small cock.

"Master, put me in the cage, let me be your second little dog", as she wishes, I put dog collar first in her neck and put her in the cage. She is happy because she became my pet.

And I looking for new caregiver for my dogs, Max and Nagyung. A few days later, a woman came to be my new dog caretaker; her name is Seoyeon.

[londondungeon2]

thinking about you and floyd getting a dog after graduating night raven college. sure, you two have grim but grim’s more like a roommate that skimps out on rent. so you two start looking for a dog through adoption centers.

you two go through a couple of breeds. floyd’s insistent on a puppy that is going to grow big; you don’t mind as long as the dog isn’t going to shed.

an alaskan malamute would shed too much, english mastiff maybbbe, you two consider a doberman and a cane corso too. then, at another one of your weekly visits to the local shelter, there’s a new puppy brought in, kept behind the biggest glass cage in the shelter.

great dane. seven weeks old, coming soon. birthday: Mar 13. name: Moose.

“cool name,” floyd comments while looking down at the dog who is solely entertained by the bone in his mouth. kneeling down, he taps the glass, “hey moose, ya got a good name there, buddy.”

the dog finally turns away from his bone, looking up at whoever is tapping the glass. floyd’s lazy smile kinda plummets off his face. curious, you peer down.

moose — cool named moose — has a blue and brown eye. you would almost misinterpret the blue as being a blind eye but no, that’s just pure heterochromia.

when floyd looks back up at you, smiling wide, you know you are walking out of there with less money than you walked in with.

“shouldn’t we have waited till he was eight weeks old? just to play with him in the play-pens and make sure we get along with him.”

“nah,” floyd says, flipping in his hand the confirmation slip that you two get to pick moose in a week. “we’d get along.”

“hah, and i tricked myself into believing this wouldn’t be a spontaneous decision.”

you are suddenly pulled into a side hug and kissed on the head, “yeah, you’re really dumb for that, shrimpy.”

so, in a week, moose comes home. floyd is loving every second of being a dog dad.

you have the apartment pup-proof which proves pointlessly when the very big puppy you two adopted manages to knock down any obstacles. it’s like having a tiny horse in the house!

yet, in a month, you have managed to organize yourself to accommodate a puppy with floyd’s help. moose does a really good job at keeping floyd in a constant good mood. a dog is always happy to see its owner, and that infectious happiness brings a dumb grin to floyd’s face without fail. and! you don’t even have to worry about exercising the dog, floyd has a big handle on it.

at nights, your 150 pound eel and 45 pound — and growing — moose falls into bed with you. kissed by your bf and licked by your dog. life is wonderful and full of bliss.

(life gets more wonderful when jade and azul visit because floyd is set on making sure moose is well socialized. and coincidentally, floyd just happens to have bought a new toy for moose — a blue octopus with purple tentacles.

moose is about eleven months old now and still very energetic which means he loves to rip up stuff. floyd lost one pair of shoes to moose and you haven't seen your boyfriend so stern towards your dog until then. you two have managed to trained him to only rip up toys now, nothing else.

so, as you are catching up with your friends, drinking tea jade has made, you are startled when a blue something is launched into azul’s lap.

“moose, toy!”

you watch sixty pounds of dog follow the toy’s crashing descent and jump into azul’s lap. then, leaping from loveseat to couch, starts tearing up the toy so fiercely that tentacles and stuffing starts to fly.

“i knew you didn’t buy that toy for pure purposes,” you scold as floyd laughs his heart out.

the rest of the night, you watch azul’s legs lift off the ground whenever moose happens to trot back and forth, following floyd’s every movement - kitchen to living room.)

//inspired by the fact my local shelter does actually have a dog with heterochromia and my own dog does have an octopus squeak toy <3

[ameliaenya707]

I need your thoughts on keigos dumb little birdbrain it's consuming me

He gets anything shiny for his darling. Regardless if they want it or not just because he likes seeeing them in it. Shiny necklaces and earrings that catch the light. It gets him all giddy.

Nesting. HUGEE BED. A circle bed except it's an Alaskan king version. A mix of blankets and fluffy pillows, your clothes and his scattered throughout for the 'scent'.

Breeding. This comes a little later but he can't resist the urge to pump you full of his chicks. He just thinks you'd make a GORGEOUS mother and wants to start a little family with you.

His eyes and his wings. If you tease him or he walks in on you doing something he thinks is kinda cute his wings will puff up. Lots of floof, he'll let you touch them if you ask nicely and they're soooo soft. His pupils will blow when he sees you doing something you enjoy. His wings puff up when he sneezes.

Little bird head tilt when he's curious or dosnt understand something.

Grooming. More specificly you. He'll fix your hair up and reach out to pull your strap back up if it fell off your shoulder.

In the same area of shiny. He likes to spoil you. Bringing random gifts home. A rock. Or a tree branch he found on the side of the street that he thought you'd like. Just accept them with glee or else you'll crush his heart.

[bonefall]

what poison/s were used in riverstar's heir at moth's celebration and when bright and flowerstar ate together? suggestion (if you hadn't decided yet): Monkshood/Aconite/Wolfsbane (Aconitum napellus) its a VERY poisonous plant native to the uk and europe, lethal with both ingestion and body contact and has historical use in killing and murder. symptoms appear quickly and death often comes in only a few hours; its a shame it wasn't used in canon lmao

Oh symptoms don't just appear quickly-- Aconite's name is said to be ancient Greek for "Without Dust." That refers to how aconite kills SO quickly that you will not even kick up dust in your death struggle. Death coming in a few hours is from the minimum deadly dosage, any good assassin worth their salt would use more (and take care to mask its bitter taste, it's not a subtle flavor like cyanide is.)

Forget "deathberries." Yew is nothing next to aconite.

Yew's deadly compound, taxine, acts by stopping your heart. Yawn. Aconite targets your heart, liver, kidneys, AND brain all at the same time. It's so potent that handling young roots will make your hands go numb. Only 2 miligrams of the deadly compound, aconitine, is a fatal dose in a human being; a single grain of rice weighs 20 miligrams.

Anon, my friend, you undersold aconite. It's not just a very poisonous plant in Europe, aconitine is top 5 deadliest poisons period. Members of the aconite family are widespread through the northern hemisphere-- indigenous Alaskan people have used it to hunt whales for tens of thousands of years. Its toxic properties break down within 24 hours, leaving the meat completely safe to eat.

So naturally, suggestion accepted. This is going to be SICK.

Especially since no one will be able to tell what happened. It looks like every major poison because it is. You might assume it was some kind of toxic cocktail from the symptoms. Convulsions, rapid heartrate, vomiting, numbness. It looks like yew, nightshade, and bryony all at once.

It'll be very easy for Bright Whisker to survive this and shake off suspicion simply by poisoning herself with a small amount of something else. If I go with Maple Whisker being a sibling instead of a cousin, I could have her simply join their meal a little late and realize that her mouth feels numb, just as everyone else enters convulsions, so she spits it out.

(Autism win! Avoided a poisoning because texture bad! Maybe she was waiting for the food to cool down too lmao)

And LASTLY... Aconite is Wolf's Bane. I think this is a really cool place to see the earliest incarnation of the Wolf Motif that will later show up in Bluestar's family. It tickles my brain a bit to think of Flowerstar somehow having the "hood" shape of the flower, and then she loses her first life in her gambit to poison the wolf among sheep.

I also had a stroke of inspiration and had an idea for one of the BB!DOTC cats, too. Dappled Pelt gets massively neglected in canon, imo, and I could set up the wolf thing even earlier. African Wild Dog time (painted wolf.)

[ryuzakemo128]

Grim Reaper Part Four

Pairings: Poly 141 x female reader / female reader x her mental health x konig

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, breaking and entering, mention of one-night stand, pregnancy from one-night stand, mention of past divorce, mention of miscarriage, possessive & obsessed Austrian man.

Words: 959

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Supernatural AU - Poem

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary:

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

They assumed you would be there inside the cabin inside the cabin. Near the edge of the Alaskan woods.  Hoping to find you there. Anxiety gnawing at their insides. The possibility of not finding you there. Lingering at the back of their minds. Lurking there like a wolf stalking them from the shadows of the trees. What if they didn’t find you there?

God, forbid they didn’t find you there. The fear of not finding you inside the cabin, the thought of something or someone else being where you were instead. What would they leave behind inside the dark room if you were not there?

“We need to prepared for the worst possible outcome. We don’t know what we’ll find inside that cabin. And it would be unfair for you to have false hope.” Laswell told the four of them. As the plane landed on the large, open snow.

As the plane touched down. They couldn’t help but feel suspicious. It was far too easy so far, like a demon searching for a soul to taint. Hope slowly slipped from their grasp as soon as it came. Snow crunching beneath their feet, hushed whispers of a hope that you would be there. Wind howling like a wolf howling on a full moon.

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

Photos of you alone in different places. Dangling on fishing line from the ceiling. The walls covered in photos of you with each of the task force 141 members. Along with a recording of a low, male Austrian voice. “It seems like you had taken hold over my wife. She might have told you she left me. But in my heart, I have never left her. She’ll be fine.”

Price’s heart leapt into his throat when he heard your voice in the background, “I divorced you last year. You don’t get to come into my life again just because you feel like you own me. You have no claim over this child I have inside me. Furthermore, you chose to have an extramarital affair for six years. No one forced you to.” Her voice weak from the stress, overstimulation, and possibly stress.

Soap couldn’t listen to the rest of it, walking into a different room to calm himself down before he did something he would regret later. He didn’t want to let his anger rule over him to the point of ruining the hope of ever seeing you again.

The thought of you out there alone with your ex-husband and abuser. It was more than enough to send him spiralling. He didn’t want to visualise you out there alone somewhere. Running out of time. Fast. Faster than they thought they would.

The projector inside the empty living room of you in a sunflower dress at twenty-four, long before you met them, during the time when you were still married. The day you found out about the affair and the number of time he cheated on you. The recording of the conversation you had with Soap and Ghost in the small kitchen played, “I feel like an idiot for believing she was just a friend, and it was a onetime thing.”

Ghost replied, “I'm sorry, but you can't keep blaming yourself for this. You didn't do anything wrong. He's the one who cheated on you. It's not your fault.”

Soap nodded in agreement, “He's a piece of work. I'm surprised you didn't leave him sooner.”

“He doesn’t know that I know yet.” You revealed. “I don’t know if I want to confront him first or have a back-up plan beforehand.”

Ghost was the one that suggested the cabin in Alaska to get your bearings before confronting him. “It will put enough space between him and you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him, the sound of clinking of a fork against a plate.

“Alaska is thousands of miles away from Austria.” Soap explained the thought process of moving to Alaska.

“Then its settled. I’m moving.” You said with finality. “Thank you for making this decision easier. You are a blessing that keeps on giving.”

Soap chuckled, “Don't mention it. We’re just happy to help.”

A bittersweet recording brought a smile on Soap’s lips, his eyes welled with tears when he heard it play back in the back of his mind. The teddy bear you were going to give your first child before you miscarried the first time. A giant pink teddy bear you kept on the sofa.

The cabin starting to feel more like a tomb for a missing woman than a home. Walls closing in on them like a hug from a person that didn’t want to let them go. Gaz found the phone he got the signal from, underneath the porch. The last call from Austria.

“Could he have taken to Austria?” Gaz asked Price and Laswell. “He must have set up the photos and everything to throw us off thinking we'd stop looking for her," Gaz continued. "He's a clever bastard."

Price nodded, his face a mask of grim determination. "He's also a dangerous one. We need to move quickly. If he's taken her back to Austria, we don't have much time."

They don’t have enough time to sit there and wonder of the possible what if questions. Not anymore. The more time wasted is more time searching for you. Yet they still didn’t know how this man found you. Whoever he was. He knew you better than you knew himself.

A chilling thought. There couldn’t be any other reason why this would be anyone other than your ex-husband, Konig. A colonel from Austria you were married to for almost ten years.

[eddiespornstache]

for the intimacy prompt: 21 for buddietommy?

Thanks for the prompt anon! Here’s Buddietommy x Listening to Someone’s Heartbeat:

As soon as Tommy opens the door, Christopher is off to his room without so much as helping to put a single grocery away, muttering “homework,” under his breath. Tommy has his suspicions that ‘homework’ in fact looks a lot more like Fall Guys with his friends, but he lets him go without comment. Chris is doing really well in school, so it isn’t like he needs a talking to about time management, and honestly, it warms Tommy’s chest every time Chris gets a little flippant and teenagery. It means that he’s comfortable with him and he trusts him. Remembering his own teenage years, Tommy values that he’s able to give what he didn’t have growing up to another kid.

It doesn’t take Tommy too long to restock the fridge and the pantry with everything they just bought. Especially without any interruptions—the house is almost completely quiet, except for a soft giggle coming from Chris’s room that all but confirms he’s not actually hitting the books. With everything put away, Tommy makes his way to the bedroom.

Sure enough, Evan and Eddie are taking a nap together. Even on the Alaskan King mattress they had specially ordered they’re pressed up into each other’s space, curled together tightly. Evan’s face is buried in between Eddie’s neck and collar bone, and Eddie’s nose is pressed into Evan’s soft curls.

Tommy takes a moment to enjoy the view of his two boys, before stripping down and pulling on a clean pair of sweatshorts so he can clamber into bed with them.

They shift to accommodate him without really waking up. Tommy plasters himself to Eddie’s side, who moves into him willingly, adjusting so he can burrow his head against Tommy’s chest, famous Eddie’s favorite pillow. One of Evan’s big hands comes to rest gently on Tommy’s thigh, closing the circle and connecting them all together. Tommy sighs with contentment and certainty, even as he feels his pulse spike from all the heavy emotions flowing through him.

“Your heartbeat’s so loud,” Eddie mumbles drowsily.

“Whazzit? What’s wrong?” Evan adds. “Tommy?”

Tommy chuckles softly. “I’m just nervous,” he says.

Evan lets out an adorable sleepy little snort. “Whatter you nervous for?”

Tommy takes a moment to study them. They’re perfect, and they’re his. He can’t believe how lucky he is. “Because I’m going to ask you both to marry me.”

“Don’t need to be nervous,” says Eddie, eyes still closed. “We’re going to say yes.”

“When we wake up though, okay?” Evan says into Eddie’s hair.

“Sure,” Tommy agrees lightly. He feels so cozy like this, he’s drifting off himself. “When you wake up.”

Twenty minutes later, he’s startled awake by Evan socking him in the stomach, Eddie’s giggle, and an indignant squawk—“that was how you proposed?!”

“It just came out,” Tommy says, laughing even as he rubs his belly gingerly. “I listened to my heart.”

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