#how to train a puppy to walk with a leash

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Labrador Retriever and German Shorthaired Pointer Puppy Retrieving tips!

Here’s an overview of the approach I use to develop retrieving drive in young Labrador Retriever and German Shorthaired Pointer puppies! I hope you enjoy! This channel is devoted to providing a window into the life of professional dog trainer, Stonnie Dennis. I talk about dog training, boarding, health, equipment, and all the things that go into owning and running a successful dog training and…

[lay-z]

Soft domming the 141's golden trio, because they need it.

Captain Price is nice enough to warn and give you a heads-up as soon as their helo touches ground on the tarmac on base.

Your boyfriends, Simon and Kyle and Johnny, who are so impatient and needy, so depreately riled up and restless—borderline aggressively possessive—since they returned from their last deployment that you have to keep them collared, muzzled and leashed so you can keep going about your day—doing house chores, some home office work, and the likes.

They're a trio of deranged, feral mutts; snarling and lashing out at each other, but you know better than to cave in and let them do as they please or separate them now, because they'd only be whining as badly for each other as they're yowling for you.

It's one of those times when you really have to put effort and nerves into re-socializing and nursing them back to sanity because the mission left them reeling that badly.

Slowly, after much needed nourishment and care, you ease up on their leashes some; letting them sniff your palms until they gentle in their frenzy, drooling on and nuzzling at your skin.

Stripped bare, you make them roll over in submission and wait for them to present their throats and show their bellies so you can inspect the damage they've brought home with them. Deep purplish-blue bruises and angry red scratches covering their skins; a new set of scars adding to the gnarly raised and healed flesh already littering their powerful bodies.

You kiss and caress each small wound and injury while they cling and rub up on each other for comfort, shuddering with whimpers like a bunch of newborn puppies whenever you coo reassurances and words of safety at them.

Once trust is re-established, you allow Johnny to fuck his the little pocket pussy toy that you got him once while you let Kyle and Simon hump your legs, tugging on their collars whenever their meaty paws grip your legs too tightly, blunt nails pinching your skin through your thin leggings. Simon is worse than Kyle as the former forgets his strength and place on purpose sometimes while the latter is all too eager to please and be good for you so sweetly.

That's why Kyle is the first one allowed to lose his muzzle and leash. You let him walk freely, still bare and needy, but a little more composed than his mates.

He's allowed to kiss and touch you while Simon can merely growl with narrowed eyes, sticky cum still staining his pale, beefy thighs, and Johnny grovels as he paints the clear silicone pussy with another milky load of his cum, only to keep rutting into the slick toy as he keeps it pinned on the coffee table with calloused hands, bulky muscles trembling with overstimulation yet too insatiable to stop as he keeps his tearful cerulean puppy eyes trained on you, hoping you'll see how good he's trying to be for you.

It's always the same with Kyle adjusting first like the perfect pup he is, Johnny desperate to follow after him to get the same loving treatment, and Simon fighting it the most—having trouble letting go of his position as leader and allowing you to crack him open like a brittle walnut to take care of him the way he's so needy for.

[itsnesss]

𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 | max verstappen × fem!reader

summary | you and max find a stray puppy at the circuit and decide to keep him

warnings | fluff, lighthearted romance, pet adoption

word count | 1.3 k

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The day was ending at the circuit. The sun was no longer beating down with such intensity, and the wind was starting to stir up little whirlwinds of dust on the asphalt. Beside you, he walked with his hands in his pockets, his jumpsuit tied around his waist, and his torso covered by a dark t-shirt, clinging to his body from the sweat of the day. He glanced at you every now and then, smiling as if he couldn’t help it.

"Today, you weren’t as harsh with your critiques," he said, nudging you with his shoulder.

"And you weren’t as stubborn with the adjustments," you replied, nudging him back.

That was how it was with him. A constant back-and-forth of playful jabs, shared laughter, and glances that lingered just a second longer than they should. You loved that warm, comfortable tension that had grown between you two without anyone saying it out loud.

And then you saw it.

A little ball of fur trembling beside a spare wheel, with big, shiny eyes looking up at them in fear. The puppy was small, skinny, and clearly frightened. Its ears were drooping, and its back was stained with oil.

"Is that a puppy?" you asked, stopping dead in your tracks.

"Where?"

He walked over with you, crouching down beside you. The puppy backed away slightly, but didn’t run. He extended his hand slowly, letting the animal sniff him. Then he looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

"So, what do we do now?"

You were already taking off your hoodie to wrap it gently around the little dog.

"We take him with us."

"We?" he repeated, although he didn’t try to stop you.

You smiled at him.

"Of course. It’s a joint project. Like the car."

He looked at you like you were the most unpredictable and fascinating thing in the universe.

"This is crazy," he muttered. But he helped you put him in the car.

That night, in his apartment, the puppy was settled into an improvised bed made from towels and an old t-shirt (his, by the way) on the floor. He said it was temporary, that they’d only look after him until they found a shelter or a responsible adopter.

But you weren’t fooled.

Days went by. The puppy—an energy whirlwind of mischief—started following him around the place, biting his shoelaces, sleeping on his feet while he reviewed plans, and barking every time you tried to steal his attention.

"He’s jealous," you told him one time, after the puppy stepped in between you two while you tried to kiss him.

"He’s not jealous," he replied with that arrogant tone of his. "He’s just marking territory."

"Yours or mine?"

"Both."

A week later, you found yourself in a pet store. You’d gone in for dog food and a leash, but instead, you found him in the bed section. He had one in his hands. Black, with blue and red details. The Red Bull logo embroidered on the cushion.

"Seriously?" you teased, leaning against the shelf.

"It’s stylish," he said, without looking at you. But he had that sly smile that he wore when you caught him doing something sweet.

"Stylish or patriotic?"

"He’s part of the team now," he declared, shrugging.

"‘He’? I thought it was temporary."

He looked at you. One second. Two. Then he murmured:

"His name’s Turbo."

You were taken by surprise. You smiled so wide it hurt your cheeks.

"Turbo, huh?"

"It fits. He zooms through the hall like a bullet and eats my racing gloves like they’re fuel."

"You’re in love with that dog."

"I’m doomed," he said, but he said it smiling.

That night, Turbo ended up sleeping in the middle of the two of you, on the new bed, even though you both swore he wasn’t allowed up there. And you, with your head resting on his chest, listened to how his breathing synced with yours.

"What if we train him to be our lucky charm?" you asked, playing with the cords of his hoodie.

"Turbo as the team’s official mascot?"

"With his Red Bull bed, I think he already is."

He chuckled, that low, husky laugh you loved so much.

"I guess this ‘joint project’ isn’t so bad after all."

You looked at him. And whispered softly:

"We could adopt more things together."

He fell silent for a moment. And then kissed your forehead.

"Yeah. We could."

...

"This is a terrible idea," he murmurs, as he tries to put the harness on Turbo.

"It’s a great idea," you reply, adjusting the collar with the tiny tire keychain you bought for him.

"What if he eats a wing or barks at the team principal?"

"Then he becomes a legend."

He looks at you with that mix of exasperation and affection that only you seem to provoke. As for Turbo, he wags his tail as if he doesn’t understand the drama. Because for him, any plan that involves being with you both is perfect.

The paddock is livelier than ever when you arrive. Mechanics, engineers, drivers, press personnel… all the usual chaos of a race weekend. And in the middle of it, the three of you, walking as if you were a strange but perfectly assembled family.

Turbo doesn’t take long to attract attention.

"Is that a dog?"

"Does he have a Red Bull bed?"

"Who brought him?"

"Is he an official mascot?"

You can’t stop laughing. He walks with a serious expression, but you notice how carefully he holds the leash and how he watches so no one steps on Turbo’s paws.

"Don’t get too attached," you whisper in his ear. "They say temporary things don’t stay."

"Shut up," he replies, without looking at you, but with a smile on his lips.

In the box, Turbo settles beside you, watching every movement with his attentive eyes. You gave him a pair of earplugs adapted to his size, and even a small bandana from the team. Everyone stops by to greet him. Some pet him. Others bring him treats. One mechanic even tries to teach him to "shake paws."

But the moment Turbo steals everyone’s heart is when he jumps into the race car for the last practice of the day. You’re sitting with Turbo on the ground, and the puppy, as if he understands the ritual, sits up straight, staring at the track. When the car starts with that dry, vibrating roar, Turbo doesn’t bark. He doesn’t get scared. He just tilts his head, as if he knows that this is his person.

"Did you train him?" someone from the team asks.

"No. He’s just in love."

And you’re not just talking about the dog.

When he returns to the box, sweaty, helmet in hand, and that smile that only appears after a perfect lap, the first thing he does is not talk to the engineer.

It’s crouch down beside Turbo.

"Did you see that, boy? P1. We did it."

Turbo licks his face, and he doesn’t complain. You cross your arms, watching them.

"You swore you wouldn’t spoil him."

"I’m not spoiling him. I’m just… celebrating with him."

"Sure. With kisses and everything."

"He does it with you too."

You laugh, and when he gets closer, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Jealous of the dog?"

"I’ve always been jealous of your engines."

"We can share them," he murmurs. "Just like Turbo."

Hours later, when the night falls and the track is quiet, you and he walk through the empty paddock. Turbo walks between you, with small, happy steps.

"Admit it was a good idea," you say.

"I admit it."

"That’s all?"

He stops. Looks at the puppy, then looks at you.

"It’s the best spontaneous decision we made. After you, of course."

"Was I spontaneous?"

"No. But unexpected. Like him."

Turbo lies down on the ground, yawning. And you know that this scene—you, him, and Turbo—is the closest to a home you’ve felt in a long time.

"Do you think they’ll let us bring him to the next races?" you ask.

He puts an arm around your shoulders.

"I don’t know. But if they don’t… I’ll quit."

You look at him, laughing.

"Do you love him that much?"

He looks down. At you. Then at the puppy.

"Yes, both of you."

[cheeseborgorbord2]

Owner!Sevika Headcanons

(amab) Owner!Sevika x (afab) puppygirl!Reader

sfw & nsfw headcanons

Warnings: fluff, biting, dumbfication, drool, anal, anal gaping, collar and leash, praise, degration.

🄼🄴🄽 🄰🄽🄳 🄼🄸🄽🄾🅁🅂 🄳🄽🄸

sfw

Owner!Sevika who spoils you with princess treatment.

Owner!Sevika who calls you her pretty puppy princess.

Owner!Sevika who carries you home when you get tired mid-walk or after the park.

Owner!Sevika who provides the best pup food available.

Owner!Sevika who takes you to pet spas regularly.

Owner!Sevika who dresses you up in bows.

Owner!Sevika who loves to scratch that special spot behind her ears. Her favorite thing is seeing your legs kicking and tail wagging.

Owner!Sevika who buys you clothes to dress you up and show you off on walks.

Owner!Sevika who tries to kick you off the furniture, but doesn't have the heart to, especially when you give her your puppy eyes.

Owner!Sevika who likes it when you greet her at the door.

"Sevika's home, Sevika's home! My one and only favorite person!"

Owner!Sevika who wakes up with bites on her calves in the morning. She's a deep sleeper and didn't feel you biting the shit out of her.

Owner!Sevika who wraps her skin arm around you tightly when you sleep with her.

Owner!Sevika who has to chase you around when you have something you shouldn't, like an empty water bottle or a special toy.

"No, bad girl. Hey! Put that down! Come back here!"

nsfw

Owner!Sevika who puts a bone gag on you when you bark too loud.

Owner!Sevika who bites your neck and shoulders when she pounds into you.

Owner!Sevika who loves fucking you dumb until you can only whine like a puppy.

Owner!Sevika who loves how horny you get during your heats. If she's sitting on the couch after coming from work, you'll grab onto her leg and grind your soaked panties against her boots.

"Look at you, my sweet puppy. Grinding on my boot, desperate to come. What a pathetic bitch in heat. Fuck, you soaked through your panties. Look at that wet spot you're leaving. Such a naughty girl."

Owner!Sevika who fucks you through the bars of the punishment cage. She'll pull the leash as she pounds into you, wanting to bottom out, but you disobeyed her and deserved your punishment.

Owner!Sevika who throat trains you. She makes sure you can take her cock down your pretty puppy throat. She'll start off with her thick fingers, then a dildo, and eventually her cock. She loves watching drool drip down your chin, neck, and your 'perfect puppy tits'.

Owner!Sevika who has a collar collection for you. Some collars have 'puppy', 'daddy's slut', 'daddy's whore', 'cum slut', decorated on them.

Owner!Sevika who calls you her good puppy slut, puppy whore, good girl, etc. She's big on praise and degradation.

Owner!Sevika who's a big anal fan. She loves seeing how well your ass takes how her cock stretches your asshole out. You're her anal princess. She plugs up your ass after dumping copious amounts of her cum in you. And when she unplugs you, oh boy, forget it. She loves watching you gape.

"Fuck, look at that. Already missing the plug? Want my cock to fill you back up, my perfect anal whore?"

Owner!Sevika who loves it when you whine when she overstimulates you. It only drives her further.

"S-Sevika, please, it's too...much!"

"You're okay, puppy. Come for me a few more times. Do it for me, my good girl."

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓮.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽. 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭.

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK

Puppygirl!Sevika soon!

[pixie-felix]

Ballbusting SKZ

word count: 3.1k genre: extremely kinky smut headcanon content: sub!skz x fem!reader, ballbusting, lots of begging/other subby behaviour, explicit warnings under the cut.

I would apologise for contaminating the Hollow promo pictures with ballbusting smut, but I don't want to. Besides, how was I supposed to resist something so fitting? It's too easy. Look at them, holding their balls in fascination, so appropriate. Though they'd be inspecting them in a slightly different way than they would after a good ballbusting.

This is the kinkiest shit I've written so far, you have been warned.

explicit warnings: ballbusting (obviously), suction pumps, humblers, emasculation, butt plugs, humilation kink, hot wax, edging & oragsm denial, weight training/inappropriate use of squats, mentions of bullet vibrators, feminisation, lingerie/panty fetish, mentions of strap ons, dry humping, one joke about JYPapi's demise, mentions of dick pics, ballbusting: stepping & kicking, Han having insane libido/being the horniest little freak, chastity cages, ice, erection wilting, precum as lipgloss, ballbusting: flicking & pinching, titty sucking/nursing handjobs, ballbusting: squeezing, ballbusting: slapping, puppy play, brat!Seungmin, inappropriate use of slip/choke chain leashes, Seungmin’s is a little bit toxic (cheating roleplay), ballbusting: biting, Jeongin is a vengeful menace

Chan. ~suction pumps & humblers~

Taking care of everyone all day, being a single dad to seven rowdy kids… sometimes Channie needs someone to take charge. 

So crack out the humbler, and take away two of his problems: his balls. 

A little emasculation can be quite relaxing, you know.

Bonus points if you pump them all plump and swollen first, increasing the suction until it's just on the right side of painful.

You'll know you're there when he's taking deep, steadying breaths, hands fisted in the sheets, abs and thighs tensed with the effort of not moving, and begging for just a little more.

Don't give it to him. 

Soothe him with sweet words, maybe jerk his dick a little (unless you're pumping that too, in which case, brava).

Once you've got them all red and oversensitive, instruct him to bend over the bed and spread his legs.

His ass too, if you're feeling extra kinky or if he's been a very good boy. Personally I'd recommend that pretty jewelled butt plug. The Fendi logo looks so pretty peeking out from between those cheeks.

Stroke down his back slowly, letting your fingers drag deliciously over his sweaty skin while you whisper sweet assurances in his ear. He is doing enough. He's working so hard, everyone is so proud of him. You're so proud of him. He deserves a nice reward.

So listen to his pretty whimpers as you cup his sore balls, kiss them gently as he holds the humbler in place– thighs trembling as you screw it tighter– trapping them securely.

What you do after that is up to you.

He won't be able to stand up straight, so maybe sit at the end of the bed, and let him eat you out like the good boy he is.

Or maybe you just want to relax and watch a movie, in which case lay Chan next to you on the bed. On his back, almost folded in half, with his ankles tied to the headboard and legs supported by a spreader bar.

Just make sure there’s enough give in rope that they’re not literally against the headboard, man needs to breathe.

If you feel like indulging in a little humiliation kink, leave the bedroom door open so any members walking past can get a glimpse of their leader with his favourite Fendi accessory.

Minho. ~hot wax & orgasm denial~

We all know pissed off Minho is a good look.

You know what’s better? Pissed off Minho, tied to a chair, naked from the waist down.

With his previously-crisp white shirt covered in lipstick kisses, and those famous thighs spread and secured so as not to distract from the prize: 

His dick, angry and erect. Leaking precum. Staining his shirt.

But this is ballbusting 101, and delicious as his cock might be, it’s not getting our full attention today. At least not enough to let him cum.

Minho always gets pegged lol as the brat tamer dom type, and while I’m definitely not disputing it, no one wants to dom all the time. 

Sometimes, you need a little romance. 

What’s traditionally used to set the mood for a romantic night in?

Candles.

By that logic, dripping hot wax over your boyfriend’s thighs, cock, and balls counts as romance, right? 

(You might want to gag him because you are going to get cussed out, and you’ll still be able to hear his pretty whimpers through whatever you stuff in his mouth to shut him up.)

Panties are always a good choice, though a classic ball gag is good too.

Or, don't gag him at all and let him spit venom at you while you tease him: lick his tip, suck hickeys onto his thighs, hold his gaze as you graze your teeth over his balls.

Get him worked up enough and all that venom will detoxify into the prettiest little whimpers. Especially if you intersperse the little drips of pain with soothing kisses.

Soothe that brief burning sensation with soft little licks, nuzzle his sack, rest your head on his thighs and look up at him adoringly. 

You’re not hurting him, right?

Especially when you wrap your lips around his tip, giving him your best doe eyes as you hold the candle over his thighs and let the wax drip. It’ll leave such pretty speckles over his skin.

Almost as pretty as the sounds coming out of that pissed off pout. 

Well, it was a pout. Now it’s just needy lip biting, narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks as Minho watches you cover his dick in spit and his balls and thighs in little burning wax freckles.

If it gets too much all he needs to do is ask you to stop.

He tells himself he will not beg you to let him cum.

He's lying.

Just be careful how much you blue ball Minho, because there will be consequences.

Changbin ~weight training~

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Binnie loves the gym.

He’s a big softie, and being able to lift heavy things makes him feel strong and secure.

But everyone likes to feel a little powerless sometimes, so why not include his favourite hobby? 

Weight. Train. His. Balls. 

Get some of those cute little clip-on ones, and either attach them to a cock ring (if you’re feeling nice) or directly to his sack (if you’re feeling less nice, or he begs sweetly enough). 

Oh, there’s so many things you can do with weights.

Binnie will tell you himself, it’s important to switch up your movements- doing the same exercise again and again is good up to a point, but you don’t want to strain something especially not your testicles.

So... switch things up.

Squats are perfect for this kind of play.

There are so many variants- deep squats, wide stance, Cossack. hah, sack.

Jumping squats might be a little too far, but static squats are perfect. Get him to go low, and then… well, the world is your oyster.

Avoiding the urge to make a rocky mountain oyster pun... Please don’t bite Binnie’s balls. That’s Ayen’s thing.

Tug on them, twist them, pull them up and down, drop them and let them bounce– the weights or his balls, domme’s choice.

Play with them like a Newton’s cradle.

Tickle him. Make him do his cute little Binnie giggles, then tuck a bullet vibrator behind his balls and see how many reps he can do. 

Bonus: You know who else loves weight lifting? Chan. And as the saying goes, sharing is caring…. ballbusting can be a wonderful bonding experience.

Plus you can turn it into a competition– see who can cope with the most weight.

Y’know, for science.

Hyunjin- ~lingerie and lace~ 

Hyunjin loves buying you pretty things, loves getting to dress you up like a doll.

Especially lingerie– baby dolls, camisoles, stockings, garters. Bra-and-panty sets in every colour. Anything involving lace. 

There's only one thing he loves more than seeing you in lingerie.

When you make him wear it.

He feels so good when you coax him into a french lace thong and thigh highs, in the prettiest shade of pale pink to compliment the blush on his cheeks.

Or boy shorts, in baby blue, too tight to contain his package– his tip poking out of the waistband, his balls peeking out either side. 

He'll wear a bra too, if you'll let him– buying a matching pair, one in your size and a twin for him.

He's happy to worship you when you're in your matching sets, hell, he'll beg you to let him. Even more so if you'll put on a strap for him to suck.

He's also a happy bunny when you two make out for hours, touching each other through your lace, grinding on each other, dry humping. Any kind of teasing really. He loves it when you deny him.

So leave him at home all day, in a see-through babydoll and too-tight panties, with strict instructions and not to touch himself, and a gentle request for him to send you cute selfies throughout the day.

The amount of lace-strained dick pics you have in your phone would give JYP a heart attack.

Possibly several. Maybe enough to kill him. And you could make Hyunjin wear lingerie to the funeral oh shit that's dark.

You won't just get selfies.

You'll get voice notes, begging you to come home. Begging you to let him cum.

Five second clips of him, with real tears in his eyes, begging you to let him touch himself.

Eventually, he'll snap, and you'll get a video of him desperately trying to get off, rubbing against the couch or humping your side of the bed, biting into the pillow to keep himself quiet. Crying out for you when he cums in his panties.

He won't change out of them.

You'll find him waiting by the door, kneeling, blushing in his cum stained shame, the lace now dried and stretched too tight around his wilted cock and balls.

His thighs will be spread, waiting for his punishment.

To step on his dick, or to kick his balls? Let him decide.

Better yet, make him beg for it.

Han ~chastity, ice, & pre-cum lipgloss~

You know what I said about not blue balling Minho unless you’re in the mood for consequences? 

The opposite is true for Hanji. 

Really, unless you want to be trapped in the sheets all day, you don’t have a choice. This man is the victim of his own crazed rodent libido.

It doesn’t matter how many times he’s cum, he’s ready to go again within ten minutes.

Five, if he’s feeling particularly needy. Which he usually is.

And of course, by ready to go, I mean he’s practically humping your leg. Pouting and whining and begging you to let him cum again– wherever you’ll let him.

Tits, toes, tongue? Anywhere, he doesn’t care. 

Oh, and if you let him cum inside you there’s a 40% chance he might die of happiness. Don’t worry though, his cursed sex drive will have him resurrected and back on his bullshit in a few minutes. Really, someone should study him. For science.

But sometimes you’re not in the mood for a weekend's worth of sex crammed into an afternoon.

Sometimes you’re feeling mean.

And sometimes, Han will shyly hand you one of his most favourite special toys, too nervous and needy to ask. 

Just hoping you’ll understand what it is he wants when he bats his boba eyes at you, tongue nervously flicking over his lips as you take the toy from him.

You can make him ask for it, if you enjoy watching him stuttering and blushing as you run your thumb up and down the chastity cage, weighing it in your palm.

You can’t put a chastity cage on a boner, so Han’s got to calm down first. Easier said than done, when slapping and pinching his balls only makes him harder.

Luckily there is one fail safe way to wilt any erection: ice. 

So grab a handful of ice cubes and start playing.

Take them one by one and run them up and down his shaft, listening to him whimper and watching him squirm as the cubes melt, water so cold it almost burns as it runs down his cock and gathers at the base, trickling over his balls and making an ice-chilled pool for them to sit in.

Once he’s soft enough, you can coax him into the cage– if he hasn’t already thrust himself into it.

You’ll have to work quickly, because the moment he feels the metal around him he’s going to chub up again, fast. It might be an idea to grab some bondage twine– ribbons or rope, even shoelaces will do in a pinch– and tie his balls up too. Extra tight, just the way he likes it.

There’s only one problem with horny boys in cock cages. And that is that they tend to leak. Constantly.

So now you’ve got a squirmy, whimpering Hannie, with his balls throbbing in a pool of ice water and his poor caged cock weeping precum. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: some guys look really pretty wearing their own cum as lipgloss.

So swipe a little from his tip, and gloss that pretty pout, smearing his pre over his lips while you flick and pinch his chilled balls.

Enjoy.

Felix ~titty sucking & ball squeezing~

Felix is a good boy. Good boys get whatever they want.

And what Lixxie wants is a nursing handjob.

Except skip the handjob, and bust his balls instead, please. 

You might be a little hesitant the first time. Who wouldn’t be? But when the goodest boy looks up at you with his best boba eyes, there’s no way you can deny him. 

So let him lie across your lap and bury his face in your breasts, snuggling into you, getting himself comfortable.

He loves being cuddled like this, happily suckling on your nipples and looking up at you with half lidded, blissed out eyes.

So stroke his hair out of his eyes and cuddle him close, and enjoy the intimacy.

Just don’t be surprised when takes your hand and brings it to his balls, showing you exactly how and where he wants to be touched.

He'll guide you at first– covering your hand with his and squeezing his balls, starting fairly gently and working up until it’s hard enough to make him mewl. 

When he moves his hand away, don’t stop. Just keep squeezing and let him enjoy himself. He knows the safeword, he’ll let you know if you need to stop.

He’s tougher than he looks and he loves the breathless, helpless feeling of having his nuts in a vice grip.

Plus he’s not beyond being bratty to get what he wants, and he will bite your nipples if you’re not being rough enough.

Once you're comfortable with it, don’t limit yourself to just squeezing his balls. Get creative with them– pull, twist. Spank

The first time you slapped them, he came instantly.

Now he begs for it.

Seungmin ~neuter the pup~ (temporarily)

There is only one occasion where it's acceptable to use a choke chain lead. 

And that's when Seungmin has been a bad puppy. But you don’t use it on his neck. Don’t be silly. 

Use it on his balls.

It's almost like neutering him, the only thing saving him from castration being the unbreakable safety clasp– enough to stop the chain from pulling too tight. It still hurts like a bitch though.

Just the way brat!Minnie likes it.

But neutering only happens once in a dog's life, so this punishment must be saved for special occasions. Plus Seungmin loves it so much, and you wouldn't want him to get greedy.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Seungmin is a bratty sub. But regular bratting out isn't enough to earn him this punishment.

No. This requires commitment. The kind kind of commmittment where you push the boat out, jump over the side, and let yourself drown a little bit.

So you let him take you to a club, sitting you at the bar with his card for your tab. And then, with your permission, he disappears into the crowd, not reappearing until he's found another girl who looks suspiciously like you.

Subtly pulling her into your eyeline, enough distance and dancing bodies between you that you can't hear what he's saying, but the way he brushes her hair off her shoulder so he can whisper in her ear.

Seungmin’s eyes never leave yours. He would never cheat on you. Not really. You carefully planned this scenario out between the both of you, boundaries established.

And most importantly, consequences were discussed.

It still makes you burn when he dips his head, making sure to hold your gaze while he slips his tongue into her mouth. You leave once the jealousy in your gut borders on violence. He'll come home later. Your instructions were crystal clear.

Wait for him on the couch. Legs crossed, lingerie on, sipping something sweet from a martini glass as you wait for him to walk through the door.

And walk through he does. Dark eyes, lipstick marks on his shirt, tie loose and askew as he looks at you. Tongue nervously flicking over his kiss-bruised lips... Awaiting your judgement.

Bad. Puppy.

He knows the instruction, muscle memory obeying immediately as he starts to undress– unbuttoning his shirt, flicking open his belt, tugging his pants and underwear to his knees before sinking onto the carpet.

Dogs don't wear clothes and walk on two feet, after all.

Once he's appropriately undressed, make him go and get it. Puppies love playing fetch, after all.

So sit back and enjoy the view as he crawls back to you on his hands and knees, leash in his mouth, cock already hard and leaking, bouncing pathetically against his stomach with every step.

His eyes sparkle with excitement as you take the leash from his mouth, shaking with the effort of staying still until you tell him to turn around and present.

Ass up. Head down. Thighs spread. Trembling as you slip the choke chain around his precious parts, and whining gently as you start tugging it, tightening it around his balls.

Don't stop until the pressure makes him yelp.

I swear, one day I will move on from puppy play Minnie. But that day is not this day. Tomorrow doesn’t look likely either.

Jeongin ~a demon with dimples~

Ball busting is not the maknae’s favourite thing.

Sometimes he's in the mood for it, if he's feeling particularly submissive and kinky. The submissive part being more important, he's always kinky.

But most of the time he's not up for it.

You know what he is up for though?

Helping you ballbust his hyungs.

Call it tough love.

Call it revenge.

Call him a kinky little fucker, because it's true.

And the hyungs?

They love it.

He’ll tease them with tender little kisses to their cocks, nuzzling and kitten licking their sacks, looking up at them with his biggest and best puppy eyes.

And then he bites.

He shared his ball busting experience with Felix and while it wasn’t really his thing– the ball busting or the sharing, he’s a possessive little shit– that’s how he discovered his sadist tendencies. 

Put the two of you in charge and the rest of them are in for an interesting night.

Jfc there’s going to be so much cum. Have the wet wipes ready. And arnica for any bruises. And an entire drugstore’s worth of bubble bath flavours. Aftercare is important.

fin.

Mmm, I have mixed feelings about this. I usually try to keep headcanon bios the same length... Clearly I was more inspired by some sceanrios than others. Might write these out properly, might leave them as they are. Who knows 💁‍♀️.

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[81pastrys]

hi, can you write about norris family having a kitten and puppy? thank u!

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Summary— Lila begged for a puppy, then a kitten.

Warnings— scary dog activities

A/N— and scene idk man

Dad Lando List

Lila had begged Lando for a puppy or a kitten. He was always against the idea because of travel, but he couldn’t disappoint his little girl. For her third birthday he got her a beautiful Doberman puppy.

“Pup pup!” She squealed when he walked in with the puppy. The puppy licked her and she pet him. She was so excited to finally have what she had been asking for.

“You can name him sweetheart.” He said with a smile, hoping she didn’t pick a dumb name for the soon to be scary big dog.

“Rex!” She called. The puppy licked her more and she giggled. “Rex!” She said again and the puppy was overexcited as she said it.

While Red grew to his full size, Lila loved him more. Now their heads sat at the same height and Lando was confused as to how she wasn’t deathly afraid of that. “What do you want for your 4th birthday sweetheart?” He asked her the week before her birthday.

“Rex needs a friend daddy.” She said seriously. “Can we get a kitten?” She beamed with excitement and Lando laughed, before realizing she was serious.

“Rex doesn’t need a friend sweetheart, he has you!” He explained. She insisted they have a kitten like uncle Maxie had. “I’ll see, but no promises Lila.” He didn’t want to get her hopes up.

She ended up with a new scooter instead, but when Leo was 2 and she was turning 5, she tried again for a kitten. “Please?” She asked.

“You’ve been asking me for 3 years to get you a kitten Lila.” He laughed. “Are you sure?” She smiled with the promise of a kitten.

“Yes! I want one with a bunch of different colors!” She requested. Lando showed up on her birthday with a brindled kitten and Lila was so excited Rex had a friend.

“You’ve got your puppy and kitten sweetheart.” He said letting her hold the baby cat. Lando approved that she could bring Rex to a race weekend and Lila was so excited.

She walked the well trained dog through the paddock with Lila next to him. When a fan called to Lila and she stopped, Rex stood behind her and Lando was pulled back, seeing her stopped.

“Rex, Lila come on.” He said. She jogged over to him and showed the bracelet she got from the fan. “Oh wow! That’s so cool sweetheart.” She smiled. “Don’t stop like that again okay?” She nodded her head and they made it in the garage for McLaren.

Lando had tied Rex’s leash to something and Lila stayed by him. She got tired and ended up asleep next to the dog. Oscar found her on the floor with Rex and freaked out. He rushed to get Lando. “Lila fell asleep on a scary ass dog.” Oscar said, waiting on Lando to freak out with him.

“Rex? That’s her dog Osc.” Lando laughed. “I’m actually glad you didn’t try to wake them, he would probably eat your hand.”

Now Oscar was more freaked out. “He bites? And you brought him to the garage??” Lando laughed still, amused by his teammates reaction.

“He doesn’t bite me or Lila, unless you disturb her.” He said. “Again that’s her dog, you mess with her, you mess with Rex.” He nodded.

Don’t mess with Rex 🙂‍↕️

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[mommyownsmee]

"Position."

You drop to your knees before the word's even finished leaving my lips. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Back straight. Knees spread just enough to show you know your place—obedient, eager, owned. The shift in your posture is immediate, seamless, practiced to the point of perfection, like your body has memorized what I expect and delivers it without a second thought.

I watch you settle. The way your breathing evens out. The way your muscles go soft under the command, tension draining from you like you've slipped into something familiar and safe. It's not just habit. It's instinct. Something deeper. Something trained and nurtured over time, until this pose became less of a performance and more of a truth—your truth.

I smile.

Good pup.

"Did you miss this?" I ask quietly, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off me.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, voice small and steady.

"How much?"

"So much it hurts."

I circle you slowly, savoring the moment, the leash already in my hand. You hear the soft jingle of the clip brushing my thigh and your ears twitch, metaphorically—or maybe not, depending on thenight. There are nights when the line between roles blurs so thoroughly that you are my puppy, not just acting the part. And tonight, I can already see you slipping—willingly, blissfully—into that headspace. You're deep in it now. Open. Vulnerable in the most beautiful way.

"You want all those things, don't you?" I ask as I circle behind you.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice already dripping with need. "Please..."

My fingers trail along your jaw, then down your throat. I feel the hum of your submission just under the skin, that subtle shiver of awareness that always blooms when I touch you like this—delicate, but laced with ownership. My touch dips lower, across your chest, pausing just long enough to remind you who it belongs to. Who you belong to.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, crouching beside you, lowering myself just enough that you feel my breath near your ear. My hand cups your chin, lifting your face just enough that I can see the shine in your eyes, wide and waiting. "And so eager to be used."

"Please use me, Mommy," you say, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice now. "I need it. I need to be yours."

Your breath stutters. You nod. Not because you're unsure, but because words would only get in the way. That small, breathy movement is enough—it tells me everything.

Good puppy.

Hope glows behind your gaze. That look—the one that says you'd crawl through fire just to be toldyou pleased me. That look that melts into desperation and loyalty and love, all tangled together in the way you look up at me like I'm the center of your world.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Mommy. Only yours."

I reach for your collar, the one you wear only for me. The soft leather is warm from your skin, shaped perfectly to your throat. The leash clicks into place with a satisfying snap, and I tug—not harsh, just firm. A reminder. A claim. A connection.

"You've needed this, haven't you?" I ask.

You nod, a quiet moan escaping as the leash pulls your neck gently. "So badly... I ache for it."

"You ache for me," I correct, voice firm. "Don't forget the difference."

"Yes, Mommy. I ache for you."

You shuffle forward on your knees with no hesitation, your body already slipping into movement like it's muscle memory.

"You're not just my sub now," I say, running the leash through my fingers as I walk, my voice steady, calm, with just enough edge to make your breath hitch again. "You're mine in every sense. My pretty little pet. My sweet, obedient creature."

"Yours," you say under your breath, like a mantra. "Always."

You whine softly at that—high, breathy. It makes my chest tighten. That sound is everything: need, gratitude, devotion. It hits me deep, because I know exactly what it means coming from you.

"Now," I say, voice warm but commanding, a tone you know to obey without pause, "be my good puppy and follow Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy."

You drop fully to all fours. Palms flat. Knees padded. Back arched just right. You follow behind me, crawling in sync with the gentle tugs of the leash, each pull a wordless direction you understand without needing speech.

"You're doing so well," I say softly, glancing back as you crawl. "So proud of my perfect pet."

[cringe--is--dead]

Windbreaker Boys + The Pet You Two Adopt

incl. Umemiya, Tsubakino, Kaji, Sakura, Suo, & Nirei

Umemiya Hajime: Dog

No surprise: you two are adopting a dog together. I'm talking: a Japanese spitz. They're smart, loyal, playful, affectionate, and white, fluffy things.

Both Umemiya and your newest family addition are the cuddliest things ever. you wake up with Umemiya wrapped around you and your fluffy baby curled up against your chest-- you're literally never moving from the bed.

Both follow behind you like shadows. You're going to the kitchen? They're coming too! Bathroom? They'll wait outside for you (not patiently). You're going outside? Family walk! You don't truly get alone time anymore.

Umemiya would have trained any pet to protect you, regardless of size or temperament. Which works, cause despite this breed's size, they are so loyal they're natural guard dogs. You have scary dog privilege with your boyfriend, and (attempted) scary dog privilege with your son.

They make the same facial expressions sometimes. You're in a bad mood, storming around the apartment? Both are silently watching you, eyes wide as they wait for a lull to come to you. They're confused? Matching little head tilts. You stand no chance against their duo puppy eyes.

During holidays, he's buying matching couples and dog sweaters to take pictures. He sends them to all his aunts and uncles around town, as well as to his brothers and Kotoha. (she pins the pictures on her fridge, but no one is allowed to ask her about them)

Having a furry child with this man makes you start thinking about what it would be like seeing him as an actual father... O.o

Tasuku Tsubakino: Bunny

First: y'all can't adopt a white rabbit because Tsubaki will be placing little kisses on its head, and the lipstick will stain.

Anyways, y'all would get a little lionhead rabbit, they rarely get to even a foot long and weigh maybe up to three pounds? Y'all have a little carrying companion for a while!

These types of bunnies can be timid when you first meet them, but once you gain their trust, they're playful, friendly, and very social little creatures. No offense to you, but I have a feeling Tsubaki is the one gaining her trust first.

Imagine the most spoiled, pampered pet you'd ever seen. Now triple that. That's the life your bunny lives with the two of you as parents. A bed in every room. Snacks and treats at her leisure. There are puzzles and toys, stairs so she can climb onto things (like your sofa), it's basically her apartment, you two just live there.

Tsubaki would get little accessories for her, and is the only one who can put them on her. Little bows on her fur near her ears, a little dress for Easter pictures, a harness and leash to take her outside on nice days.

Imagine coming home from work or school or shopping and Tsubaki is curled up on the couch, sleeping face mask on while taking a nap in the sun, the little fluff ball curled up on his chest, also fast asleep. New lock screen!

Tsubaki has a folder dedicated to pictures of you and the bunny, too, separate from the folders dedicated to just you and just the bunny. There are pictures of you cuddling her, of you brushing her fur, napping with her, just being in the same vicinity as her. Safe to say Tsubaki is (healthily) obsessed with his little family.

Kaji Ren: Betta Fish

He would be against having a pet at first; he would worry about hurting it on accident, worried it would just hate him, worried neither of you would be home enough, be able to afford all the things it needed (but he would also NOT tell you these things, you have to thank Hiragi for this information)

You do your research and drag him to a pet shop and look at the wall of fish. Nothing catches his eye until he sees the betta fish, you know the thing I mean, how they're all in little cups by themselves. That sight would definitely catch his attention. Some worker would come over, talking about the fish, and he'd be half listening.

He'd hear them talk about how people adopt these poor guys and leave them in crappy tanks, how their fins would tear if they weren't properly cared for, how they're smart fish and can even recognize their owners and he is just sold.

You two leave with a beautiful betta fish, a 6.5-gallon tank, and all the accessories needed, as well as food and even treats. Kaji would take it as a personal mission to have the best cared-for betta fish. He sets it up by himself, insisting on it, headphones on as he works.

Once the setup and initial stuff are taken care of, Kaji finds himself near the tank more often than not when he's home. It's near one end of the couch, so whenever you two are having a relaxing night in, you're always curled up near it.

Sometimes you'll find him silently watching him, eyes tracing his path as he swims around, sometimes he'll swim to the glass, and the two will just stare at each other. Silent communication. You've sent many videos and pictures to Enomoto and Kusumi.

You set the fish up on a well-planned feeding schedule, and Kaji just comes in with little fish treats behind your back. He wants the fish to be happy, even if it means pushing your food schedule a little bit.

It's a pet that you both love, but it's good for him in a way. He won't say it, nor can he explain why, but just watching him swim or float about is calming. Even better if you're curled up next to him. In those moments Kaji feels like any violence he has in his past is nothing more than a bad dream he's started to forget.

Suo Hayato: Cat

You have to stop him from adopting a tuxedo cat and naming it “Sakura”. Even if the idea was tempting.

You end up adopting a maine coon, and it’s the most pampered pet you’ve ever seen. Maine coons are great family cats; they’re friendly and gentle, sociable and playful.

Suo somehow manages to never once get scratched by this cat. Not on purpose, not on accident. Even when he’s riling the cat up or just playing with him, the cat has never once left a mark on Suo. He says he’s a cat whisperer, “Afterall— I managed to befriend Sakura-kun!”

Doesn’t matter how big your cat gets, Suo has trained him to believe he is and always will be a lap cat. You swear he also trained the cat to be the most annoying, cutest menace ever.

Doing work on your laptop? He’s laying on your keyboard, purring up a storm, eyes closed and content. You finally move him off? Suo’s hugging you from behind, somehow pulling you away to the couch to watch something and cuddle.

Your cat and him look so smug about it you know the planned it.

We’ve seen how Suo sleeps, so I can very much imagine waking up, turning and seeing the cat laid out on his chest, both fast asleep. The bigger your cat gets the more you wonder how he hasn’t suffocated your boyfriend.

He has pictures of your cat that look professionally taken, like the lighting and angles are absolutely insane. He has similar ones of you too, but he more often shows you the pictures of you that are… unflattering.

He enjoys calling your cat “your son” when you two are out and anyone asks how you two are doing. The older aunts and uncles gush over how cute your baby must be, and by this point you’re too embarrassed to correct them or Suo, whose just smiling.

Akihiko Nirei: Ferret

At first I was going to give Nirei a hamster, but then I saw a tiktok of ferrets when they get excited and knew he’d adopt one.

He’s so excited when you bring the ferret home, vibrating the whole way. You can literally see stars in his eyes.

He does so much research you’re not surprised when you get shipment after shipment of things. Long sweaters, plastic balls, noodles, boxes, food, treats, etc.

The ferret follows him around, trotting happily behind him. Once Nirei trips and nearly steps on him, and he decides to start carrying him on his shoulders all day.

The ferret loves to burrow into Nirei’s curls, and you always have to be the one to detangle his hair at night. He always says he’ll stop it, but he never does.

He starts buying shirts with pockets on his chest, large enough that your ferret can rest in them. It’s adorable to be talking to Nirei and then the little face pops up from his pocket. Scares the crap out of Sakura the first time it happens. And every time after that.

You’ve gotten used to the ferret trying to climb your pants whenever he sees you— both Nirei and the ferret get so excited when you come home. With Nirei’s thousand watt smile and the ferrets excited wiggles, how can you not look forward to going home every day?

You buy little glasses for the ferret that match Nirei’s. They last only but so long, but it was your favorite purchase for him ever.

Sakura Haruka: Hamster

First! And! Foremost! Don't let this boy read any posts about how people's hamsters have died. He will lose his sanity.

He's already so terrified cause of how tiny the hamster is, terrified someone will step on it or sneeze while holding it and it'll fly out of your hands, so any horror stories revolving around hamsters' deaths can not be seen.

Sometimes you find him just crouching down near his enclosure, watching him move, watching him eat and drink. You have to approach the scene slowly, or your boyfriend will run away and flee. There was once where the hamster was eating and you saw Sakura mimic the way his cheeks were puffed out— it’s a memory you hold close to your heart.

Sakura holds the hamster so gingerly every time he holds it. Palms cupping the little thing, eyes wide, breath is being held, hands trembling. He doesn’t blink, too scared if he looks away for even a second the hamster will fall or disappear.

As he gets more comfortable with the tiny pet, he’s so soft around it. We all know Sakura’s soft inside, but you get to see it in person. Whenever he runs up to the sides of his enclosure when Sakura’s there, he bends down and so gently scratches the hamster’s head. You’re sure if hamsters could purr, yours would be.

Once when Sakura is on the couch, watching something he lets the hamster sit on his shoulder. He burrows into his shirt and sleeps, and you’ve never seen Sakura sit so still for so long.

You don’t have to fear a horror death story for this little guy, Sakura is so paranoid and anxious about those he loves getting hurt your hamster lives for so long you start to think it’s immortal.

A/N: some are longer than others, my brain kept sparking out.

[artsninspo]

010 | Richmond Inc.

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⇚ 009

♠ summary: Lorence is confronted with the realities of her current predicament, unchartered territory with her Boss. Her past and present collide while Terry is away on business. But, when he returns - old habits die hard. ❤️‍🩹 🌶️

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ warnings: NSFW, mature themes

♠ word-count: ~5K

⌖ - Multiple Locations

I walk alongside Joel with a smile as he holds Beau’s leash. The past week and a half he’s kept my dog to keep up with Beau’s physical needs, and allow me rest and recovery. My good boy Beau is having the time of his life with Joel’s kids, but now he won’t stop looking back at me. His usual brisk pace is moderate - it’s like he knows I’m hurt and his exuberance is why we’re a part.

“The wife keeps asking when you’re gonna let him sire a litter” Joel asks as we walk to the dog park.

“You know I’ll want to keep every single one of those puppies or make sure they’re close by and I don’t have six people who want a larger dog” I tell him.

“No working lines?” Joel asks to be funny.

“No, none of Beau's babies will be doing any scary shit” I tell him and he laughs.

“You’re not limping as much,” he says.

“I’m feeling better” I tell him honestly.

“And your wrist?” He asks.

“Seems a bit slower to heal” I admit holding up the brace. “Have you heard anything?” I ask and his expression told me he has.

“Rich’s furious” he sighs, talking about the Boss but since that night on the beach I haven’t seen anger from him.

“Really?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s his own personal project. Everyone’s talking about how he didn’t even wait to get war ready. He just went in there without protection and a handgun after you.” Joel says with eyes trained on me. He’s capable of sensing deception, and I’m no master at it so I swallow hard to give myself time to choose my words wisely.

“It wasn’t the smartest thing to do” I admit. Joel nods and I don’t realize I’m anxious until Beau puts his muzzle against my hand. I smile looking down and pet his head.

“I’m glad he did, sorry I wasn’t there” Joel says again.

“You’re taking care of Beau and I’m glad you were safe. You followed protocol” I remind.

“Emerson said he saw you and Richmond leave the Monaco accommodation together the night before.” Joel trails openly fishing for information..

“After three years of being a tyrant and an asshole he showed me he can be nice. It was surprising, we walked my routes together. He was trying to help me calm down.” I tell Joel and he nods. There’s no happiness in his expression. I swallow bracing for a lecture and he sighs.

“I know you and I know Terry…” He starts.

“Joel-”

“Let me finish” he says in a tone he doesn’t use often. I stop to look at him. “I know you’re type and Richmond isn’t that.” Joel sighs, letting Beau off his leash in the empty dog park. I watch my dog bound away freely. “Are you listening to me?” He asks.

“Yes, you said Richmond isn’t my type” I repeat beginning to shut down.

“He’s not a fling abroad, or a ‘call me whenever you’re in town’ kind of guy. I’m not judging you Lorence.” Joel says knowing me well.

“Sounds like you are,” I mutter.

“I’m not Lorence, I get it. I do. I’m a man. I get wanting freedom. I get that you’re independent and I respect it. But if you think for one minute whatever’s going between the two of you is something you can put away when you’re done I’m letting you know it isn’t that. I had a feeling Terry liked you but fuck did I underestimate how much. The man was willing to take on fire. He’s not the free spirited type you're comfortable with” Joel says stressed.

“Terry and I aren’t sleeping together” I tell him and he puts his head into his hands, sighing. “What?” I ask.

“That’s even worse” he exclaims.

“How?!” I respond.

“We all put ourselves in danger daily. If you meet a soldier who can keep it in his pants, the man is in love. If the display in Monaco isn’t enough - there it is. You need to be straight with him, Lorence. Tell him what you want and what you’re used to. Because Richmond’s not the kind of man I can say I can confidently protect you from” Joel says having had to play the role of crazy ‘older brother’ for me once or twice.

“He wouldn’t hurt me” I say before I can process it. It’s something I know deep down. Joel looks at me like I’m hopeless. It’s new territory for us and somehow this conversation has aged him. My happy go lucky friend is now a concerned father figure. “I’ll talk to him” I concede wanting nothing less than to air out my attachment issues to Terry. Beau comes back from his patrol of the area and Joel tosses his ball for him. I watch beau bound after the ball and retrieve it with a proud prance completely unaware of life's challenges.

“Lorence I’m not trying to beat up on you, okay?” Joel says and I sigh.

“I know, you're a good friend.” I sigh.

“I think you and Terry would be good together if that’s what you wanted. But I also know it takes you longer to settle and trust people.” Joel says knowing the number of men I’ve kept at arm's length, how many girlfriend requests I've declined over the years. I prefer to keep my romantic life as far away as possible from my personal life.

“I don’t even know how to cook well, Terry’s all distinguished company and social commitments. He’s probably like you and wants kids for his family name and I don’t” I start on all the reasons we wouldn’t work long term aloud.

“Stop it Lorence. You learned how to be an agent, you can learn how to cook but you have enough money to hire a live-in chef or order in every day. I’m not telling you to cut it out or end it. I’m telling you to think. You can’t do things the way you normally do. Rich’s your boss and you’re the best at what you do. Figure things out and move forward accordingly. Dont fuck up your work life for some excitement you’ll want to run from in a week. Maybe have Richmond go off on a tirade or two on you so you can figure out what’s going on between you without whispers. Just clean it up” Joel advises reading me for filth and giving me options. I smile appreciating that he doesn't coddle me.

“Okay”  I concede. “Have you ever seen Richmond with women?” I ask, wondering if there was an ex wife or someone else.

“Not seriously, not without a reason” he says.

I raise a brow, “what’s that mean?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Joel says and I give him an exasperated huff.

“So he’s never asked about me?” I ask.

“Oh he did, but he asks about everyone so I thought nothing of it.” Joel says.

“What’d he ask?”

“If you were single, then if I thought pairing you with some of our colleagues would lead to intimate affairs,” he says. I smile at Terrance’s futile fishing expeditions.

“If you were me, what would you do?” I ask Joel.

“I can’t put myself in the shoes of a woman” he says and I push him playfully with my good hand..

“You know what I mean”

“I know you’re happy and your life is full already but I would like to see you with someone. Someone who loves you and takes care of you. Someone that's always there and you can't avoid. I don't know if that's Terrance Richmond but if it is you deserve it all. Just know that he’s not your usual free spirited guy that’s gonna sit around when you don't call back. He’s a grown man and your boss” Joel says and I sigh with a lot more than I bargained for on my plate. Joel pulls me into a caring hug and I know I’m lucky to have him even if it’s not what I want to hear. He’s right. He’s never steered me wrong before and he’s partly to thank for where I am now in life. So I heed his advice.

…

I’ve been sitting in it all day. From the moment I got home to right now, after midnight I’ve been ruminating on my discussion with Joel. I wish he was wrong about me or Terry but I know deep down he isn’t. Terrance Richmond is a grown ass man with his shit together and isn't chasing his peak. By all means he’s already settled and successful. That’s the kind of resume that would usually keep me away. I’m the girl who likes a summer fling or a vacation romance every now and then. I need the predetermined start and end dates to keep me grounded and sane. That way there’s not too much room for distraction - that way I never end up like my mom. I sigh, wishing Beau was here as I sit alone in my house. Typically it’s my safe space but right now it feels haunted with visions of what was and what could be. Terrance grilling with my father, getting along with my mother - us kissing. 

I close my eyes wishing it wasn’t almost two in the morning and I could call Sin. I make my way to the kitchen for some melatonin when my phone rings. I frown seeing Terrance is calling. 

“Hey” I respond.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” he asks and I frown.

“Can’t sleep” I confess and I hear a car door close.

“What’s wrong, are your injuries keeping you up?” he asks.

“No,” I sigh. “How was your flight?” I ask, hearing a knock at my door. I pull up the security feed.

“It’s me” he says just as I confirm it. It’s like my brain shuts off in a second and I’m heading to let him in. He’s been gone for the past three days. I know now it was to do reconnaissance for what happened in Monaco but we haven’t talked about Monaco since the safehouse. He hugs me gently before putting a kiss on my head.

“Thought I’d drive past your place on my way home” he says, it would be weird if it were anyone else.

“How was your trip?” I ask.

“Could've been better, how are you feeling? If the meds are keeping you awake maybe have them adjusted” he says but I stopped needing my meds two days ago. 

“It’s not the medication - I don’t want to be here alone tonight and I realized it after Sin went to bed” I tell Terry.

“I can drop you off there if that's what you want?” he asks.

“Not it's okay” I sigh looking up at him. Finding peace in his light eyes is the very last thing I thought would ever be possible. I feel my nerves settle and he smirks leaning in to give me a quick kiss. 

“If you want me to stay I can or you can come over to my place” he offers. 

“Let me pack a bag” I smiled, letting go of him. I head up to my room and throw everything I’ll need in an overnight bag. I realize I've been advised against lifting and call him. He emerges moments later looking around at my bedroom. I realize the decor isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I’m still finding my signature style. 

“Are all these plants real?” he asks.

“Yeah” I nod, getting my slippers and putting them in my bag. When I look at him he’s looking at the plants with a smile again.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he yawns.

“You don’t like it, do you?” I ask, thinking of my father who still doesn't understand why I have so much ‘dirt’ in my room. 

“I didn’t say that” he says coming over to my vanity as I pack my makeup bag. He dips his head sniffing my neck before placing a kiss on the same spot. 

“Which one is that?” he asks, looking at the perfume bottles in front of me. I hand him the bottle.

“Sin and I did a perfume workshop in Paris. I made this” I say.

“Is Sin your best friend?” he asks.

“Yup, my mom was the babysitter while aunt Kaye was out, so we’re very close” I explain.

“Pack a swimsuit,” he says.

“Why?” I ask heading over to my drawers to find one.

“I have a pool and water therapy is good for recovery,” he says. Of course he has a pool.

“Of course you have a pool, how else would you come up with sick and twisted water endurance tests for us” I tease getting my swimsuit and putting it in the bag. 

“Swimming is perfect low impact active recovery, that’s why I have a pool” he says as I zip my bag. He takes it with ease adding me to his load and descending the stairs. I lock up and I head to his car with him. I schedule send a text to Sin that I’m with Terrance so someone knows by location. My conversation gnaws at my consciousness as I get in with him.

“If you're having flashbacks from Monaco you can tell me, PTSD is better treated sooner than later” he says resting a hand on my thigh. 

“I’m not” I tell him truthfully.

“Lorence, I know what you look like at peace and I know how you look stressed,” he says. 

“The car is in darkness” I state matter of factly.

“Not dark enough” he responds.

“So the pretty cat eyes come with night vision?” I ask turning to his shadowy shadowy silhouette.

“I pay attention,” he says at the stoplight. Red hues are cast into the car and I make out worry in his expression.

“I’m just having a bad day,” I confess.

“Anything I can do?” He asks and it makes my heart swell. I lean on his shoulder.

“This is good” I admit and he gives my leg a squeeze. We drive for another twenty minutes in silence. I watch closely and find us in the most expensive residential part of town. I sit upright looking at the gorgeous homes as we enter the gated community. It’s not full of cookie-cutter houses; but architectural feats that are unique in their own way. We turn off the main road into a driveway lined with trees. We drive for another minute before arriving on a lit driveway and a castle-like house. I look at Terrance and wonder how much he actually makes. It makes my home look like a toy. He opens the garage and we drive in. He gets out with my bag and I follow suit. When we enter his home I step back and look around at his manor. It’s not that I didn't expect him to live in a nice place but I definitely didn't expect this. The room is white with black and grey accents all over. There are high ceilings and top of the line furnishings. Not a single thing is out of place and it’s classic but elevated like the man himself.

“Come on, let's take the elevator” he says. Of course he has an elevator. I follow him to a hidden elevator door that seamlessly integrates into the wall.

“DId you buy or build this?” I ask as we step in.

“I built it” he responds, pressing a console that takes us up. But the door in front of us doesn't open. One does to the side of us. He steps out first and by the scent of his cologne I know we’re in his closet. We enter the main part of his bedroom and his bed is bigger than any I've even seen before. “Let me get a shower, then if you're hungry we can get something to eat or drink.” he says leaving me to my own devices.

I’ve never been so out of step, actually Terrance Richmond keeps me in a state of frenzy. If he was a gentleman, he’d have offered me my own room. But we’re past that now aren't we? Joel's warning comes back to me as I change into pj’s instead of the silk negligee I packed. I sit on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and take it all in. I take off my wrist brace and massage the area as I take stock of his home. Why would he want me when he has all this and my own mother didn't want me? There it is, the thought that’s ruined every single one of my relationships. The pain that’s never really gone and keeps me in safe comfortable solitude. I wipe the silent tears and stand going to his full length mirror to wipe them away. I put on a brave face and sit back on the bed. Terry comes out minutes later smelling heavenly and with black silk pants.

“Your eyes are red,” he says.

“The tiredness hit me” I lie and he nods, pulling back the sheets for me to climb in. I do, facing away from him and he turns off the light. A moment passes before he reaches out and pulls me back against the heat of his bare chest, wrapping his arms around me. It takes a few minutes before our breaths sync and our chests rise and fall in tandem. It’s the most non sexually intimate exchange I've ever had with a man I don't consider family. I place my hand over his and he pulls me even closer.

“Feeling disoriented after a traumatic experience like what you went through in Monaco is normal. You don't have to be strong around me if you feel down” he says. “I know you’re crying - you don't have to tell me why. Just know I’m here” he says before kissing my cheek. He has the patience of a saint putting up with me like this when we should be keeping things light and fun.

“I’m sorry for ruining-”

“Lorence being real with me won't ruin anything” he says.

“Yes it will” I tell him.

“You’ve had a stressful few weeks. From Switzerland to now. In part because of me. You're having a bad day and telling me why won't ruin anything” he says in his usual cadence like he’s commanding time and there's no rush.

“Can we talk about it later? Or never?” I propose and he scoffs letting me go. It’s happening faster than I could have even imagined. He sits on the edge of the bed. It takes me a moment to swallow my fears and try to fix it.

“Tell me a joke, make me laugh” I say to break up the silence and distance but it stretches on. The rejection starts to sting until he clears his throat.

“What do me and elephants have in common?’ he asks, turning to me. It’s a trap, a well laid trap and I can't help but smile.

“You're tall and strong?” I propose not playing into it.

“What else?” he asks with humour in his voice. I shake my head not wanting to give him a complex about his ears anymore than I already have. 

“I don't know” I lie.

“We both never forget” he says, subverting my expectations and I laugh relieved to have not said the wrong thing. “And we have big ears,” he adds. I sit beside him and he taps on the sconces above his bed giving us dim light.

“What do you call a cow with no legs?” I ask.

“No clue” he shrugs.

“Ground beef” I respond and he shakes his head. “Your’s was worse” I snicker.

“It still made you smile,” he shrugs. 

“I hope you know I didn't mean anything by it. I just felt cornered and was popping off at the mouth” I apologize. 

“I know you weren't being malicious. I’ve heard much worse from people I pushed less. It’s pretty wholesome stuff for an agent” he says. 

“Here I was feeling bad” I shrug and he takes my chin kissing me softly.

“I’m not someone you have to handle with kid gloves Lorena.” The look he gives me is both scathing and sympathetic. My shoulders fall and I start to feel bad for my emotions today. Here I have this man that’s asking to be there for me and ran into a life threatening situation to rescue me, and I’m allowing the actions of others who never showed me that same concern decades ago ruin things.

“I’m so-”

“Let’s start tonight over” Terry says, cutting my apology off. I can’t help but smile.

“Okay” I nod and he lifts me off the bed and sits me across his lap.

“I missed you” he says, smothering me in quick kisses.

“I missed you too” I take his chin, bringing his lips to mine.

“When you miss me, call me, as long as I’m not in the middle of something I’ll answer”  he says.

“Okay”

“Got you something” he says and I sit up.

“Really?” I ask and he nods.

“It’s in the car let me go get it” he says standing and setting me down gently.

“Okay” I agree and he leaves. I look at my bag before going into it and grabbing the negligee. The bathroom lights flick on as I enter. It’s as impressive as what I've seen of the rest of the house. I rid myself of the pajama pants set and put on the night dress. I look myself over before walking back into the bedroom. I sit on the couch in the sitting area instead of the bed and he emerges with two bags. He looks up after setting them down. It takes a moment for him to locate me. His eyes focus on the change and he comes over holding a frame and something wrapped.

“The dress is nice,” he comments, drinking me in with his eyes.

“I don't sleep in pants usually - unless it's winter” I tell him as he takes the seat next to me.

“Good to know,” he says, placing the wrapped square on my lap. He turns on another lamp and I tear the brown wrapping paper. A night scene is in front of me and I smile the moment I recognize it. The beach at night, in Monaco where we sat together. I run my hand over the coarse texture of the sand.

“The artist used sand from the beach,” he says, confirming that’s where he spent the last few days.

“It’s gorgeous” I smile and he does too.

“You like it?” He asks and I nod. Getting this made for me only confirms I was on his mind while he was away.

“I do, thank you” I smile giving him a hug. He kisses my cheek before pulling out the frame housing the caricature art of us. In the chaos of my stuff being cleared out I thought for sure that art piece was left behind.

“I can't believe you had this framed” I laugh looking at it.

“The person at the studio said a frame was the best way to preserve it” he says and I kiss him.

“Now I’ve got to find somewhere to put this. I know where I’m gonna put the canvas” I tell him. “Thank you for thinking of me” I tell him and he seems to take a back.

“Lorena, I haven't stopped thinking about you since you walked into my office wearing that striped blue shirt and grey slacks.” he says stopping time. I turn to him and try to go back to that day. My heart races as I come up short on the memory. “Your hair was straight, parted in the middle and you smelled like flowers” he says. I swallow hard, blinking fast to keep the emotions at bay. My favorite perfume then was Miss Dior. Guilt swells as my appreciation grows and my emotions are a seesaw. “What?” he asks.

“I was doubting the logistics of us today. Not because I don't want to see where things go but … Terrance this is new for me. Not just that you're my boss and the CEO of the company I work for - I have to figure out to toe the line there. But even this; the sharing space … I probably don't make any sense. You already know I avoid uncomfortable situations and I like to run but I know I can't run from you … not that I want to but today it’s felt like my head wa in a pressure cooker” I confess struggling to articulate my complicated feelings and fears. Terry looks at me. His usual expression is replaced by an empathetic one. He reaches for me and places a kiss on my forehead instead of responding with words.

“What do you think?” I ask with a racing heart.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day” he says holding me instead of taking issue with my honest emotions. He’s so different from who I thought I knew him to be.

“You're not upset?” I ask.

“No” he says without needing to consider it. I take a moment before pulling back to look him over. He's resolute in his answer, his hand slides down over my dress resting on my hip. “You’re here now - in my arms, in my home, telling me how you felt, smelling good and looking better. What do I have to be upset about?” he asks, surprising me. “I’m not a CEO in this dynamic,” he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder. 

“Your dominance is not something you can turn off” I tell him and he smiles. “I’m not asking you to either but it's there” I tell him and he takes a moment smiling again. 

“What?” I ask.

“It’s not productive” he says, keeping whatever it is to himself. 

“Tell me”

“There are better ways to clear your head,” he advises. After our walk on the beach, I sit forward ready to hear his advice.

“I’m listening?’ I say and he comes in for a kiss, when he pulls away he gets up  and then somehow ends up on his knees in front of me. His eyes tell me where his mind is. I take a breath more familiar with this territory. He kisses each of my inner thighs.

“You have the CEO on his knees” he says, still dominating me in a submissive position. My heart races as passion pools in me. He waits for permission and I nod giving him the green light. His hands slide up my legs and under my thong, grabbing the sides he pulls it off. He scoots me forward gently on the side of my injury, he places kisses on my inner thighs sliding me onto my back comfortably before setting my legs over his shoulders so he’s locked in to my center and I’m locked in his hold. Terry caresses me, upping the tension and kindling sparks I didn't know existed. It leaves searing anticipation igniting all the parts of my body that drive sensory pleasure. He gives me a final look at the same time he takes my hand - our fingers interlock and his head dips out of sight and under the hiked up negligee. His beard tickles my center as he parts my other set of lips with his tongue.

The kiss builds to one of the ones my mouth is used to being treated with. My body’s reaction to him is something new as the tension builds. My hand caresses his waves in a gesture of encouragement and appreciation. There’s nothing to be said as my breaths grow increasingly more shallow. I go to cover my mouth but his fingers don’t release their grip on mine, not allowing the contact to break.

“Be as loud as you want baby” he says, giving me the green light. I swallow my moan and he blows on my clit sending a wave of pleasure through me. My moan is inevitable and when he starts sucking on it I'm finished. I squirm but he has me locked firmly in position giving me more and more. 

“Stay still for me baby” he says, sounding so patient. I moan trying to oblige him but it's so much and so good.

“Let me hear you Lorence” he says pausing, before I can obey he adds one of his long fingers into me sucking and fucking me. Taunting me. My nipples are harder than ever. The nerve endings in my core are stimulated to the point of delirium. 

“It feels so good” I praise his efforts.

“You’re perfect” he whispers finger fucking me as I come. His eyes are on me as I try to handle the sensations from the orgasmic relief. My body is several degrees hotter and I know he can see my nipples fighting to be seen and tended to under the silk dress. He keeps his eyes on me, letting one of my legs down and allowing me to watch him lap up my pleasure with the same attention to detail as he has for everything else. He's a perfectionist and that was nothing less. I sit up needing to kiss him, I pull him up to meet me so we’re face to face. Terry obliges the heat of his bare chest radiating into me, melting the apprehension away. I wrap my legs around his and feel his manhood poking me in my sternum through his pants. I want more, I need him. His eyes tell me we’re just getting started when the kiss is broken.

“Did you like that Lorence?” he smiles, licking what's left of my orgasm from his lips. His eyes spark as my expression changes. We’re so far gone from like, it’s time to practice making love.

authors note: sound off in the comments and let me know how you felt about getting to know Lorence's softer side and insecurities and how Terry's handling everything on his plate. Also, yes theres more 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ in the next chapter - had to break it up because it was getting too long.

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[kharti]

so here's the thing

It's 2am, I should be asleep, but instead I'm on my phone scrounging in the dark for validation on AO3 and social media, and you've activated my trap card

Lately I've been thinking about their first meeting. What that was like. What the circumstances were. There're a lot of possibilities, a lot of ways to interpret how it could have happened. In my fics, I generally put a vague "assigned to him" sentence as backstory and leave it at that.

Here's how it went down in my head when I muse on it.

Robotnik is an unlikable loose cannon, right. He's the department's pet genius with anger issues. No one wants to work with him... blah blah we all know that story.

But what if no one wants to work with Stone? What if Stone is a problem, too? What if Stone is a high-performing asset who doesn't get along with others because he sees them as inferior. On missions, he doesn't play nice, doesn't cooperate, goes rogue to take care of things his way because he thinks he knows best.

Maybe one time he leaves a man behind. Maybe they assign him to Robotnik as punishment for it. Take him out of field work to be a lab rat's assistant. It should be a blow to his ego, and at first, it is. He's bitter when he walks into the lab that they would take their best agent out of the game over the life of someone who couldn't shoot a target.

Is it love at first sight? Is Robotnik getting funky to some loud music, hips gyrating all sexy like? No, I think Robotnik is cold and dismissive and everything we know him to be, and it shocks Stone out of his own anger. He knows about Robotnik, everyone does, has probably witnessed his wrath before, but Robotnik delivers a speech—something he intends to rile him up... except all it does is make Stone become smitten with him.

"So you're the one who fucked up so royally that they sent you down here as punishment?" Robotnik asks without turning away from his work when Stone enters the lab. "I read your file. High marks in everything except social skills. Must be the mommy and daddy issues."

"The—"

"Oh, that part was redacted, of course, but poorly hidden. It was child's play to retrieve the data. Orphaned at a young age, left to rot in the system, passed around from home to home because nobody likes a little boy who doesn't act according to society's rules. So you learned that you could only depend on yourself, right? That's what you think?"

Stone barely gets a syllable out before the doctor bowls right over him, still continuing to work uninterrupted by his own speech.

"But instead of that, you signed up to be a government dog. Learned to sit and stay and roll over. Dedicated your teeth to the man. Now you depend on higher-ups to tell you what to do, never thinking for yourself anymore."

Robotnik finally looks at him, sneering. "So since following orders is all you can do, be good and fetch me a coffee."

Stone is used to people being intimidated by him. He's used to watching them flinch under his stare, used to his presence causing others discomfort. Now, he's faced with a stronger force of presence that makes him want to avert his eyes and submit.

But he shows his teeth anyway in a facsimile of a smile. "You work for the same people as me. I'm not the only dog in this room."

Robotnik's hands still. His head turns to the side before the rest of him follows, an almost unnatural jerkiness to his movements, as if he were a robot himself. Then he grins, wide and maniacal. "That's the difference between you and me, puppy." He takes a step forward, then another, slowly approaching him as he speaks. "I'm the one holding my own leash. I bite the hand that feeds me. And I get away with it because they need me."

When he's right in front of Stone, he grabs him by the tie and yanks down to tighten it on his throat. "They don't need you. I could kill you right now and they'd dispose of your body without another thought. You wouldn't even get a proper burial."

Stone has more than enough training on ways to defend himself. Instinct should drive him to break out of the hold; it would be so easy. Robotnik is wide open. One jab would be enough to disarm him.

Instead, Stone feels something tickle in his brain. A pleasant tingling sensation. A certain rightness to this current situation. He looks up at the man grinning down at him, and he smiles. A real, genuine smile.

"Yes, Doctor. You're absolutely right."

Robotnik's brow arches. He didn't expect that reaction. It intrigues him, piques the scientist in him to wonder—what will it take to break the agent?

And as we see in the movies, it takes more than the doctor can dish out, because Stone loves every fucking second of what he's given.

[tragedyofdevotion]

The thing with Rin is that he will be genuinely nice to someone he loves.

Of course, in the initial stages of getting to know him, he will be an asshole to you. But he will be nicer and nicer to you once you become close enough to become friends, not outwardly kind and gentle, but care about you and your wellbeing enough to be considerate, like walking you home when it is late or worrying about you when you are sick.

But then as soon as he realize that he is in love with you, he enters the denial stage where he will treat you worse than his worst rivals. Ignoring you when you approach, glaring at you like you killed his family when you try talking to him. Because how dare you! How dare you make him feel genuine happiness, not the egoistical satisfaction he feels when he outwit his opponent and scored a goal, but genuine, pure and sincere joy, with butterflies and caterpillars and all other insects dancing in his stomach and thoracic cavity and everywhere his blood travels.

But after sometime, he gives up, he gives up and admit to himself that he is in love with you and no amount of pushing you away can stop him from loving you. So, he surrenders himself to the warm bubbly feeling he has. And after that, you have a cute tsundere puppy who is eager for your praise, your approval and will do everything to see you smile.

One the other hand, Sae... Sae is someone who knows what he wants. And with his magnetic lure, it is not that difficult for him to get what he wants.

And unlike how it is with Rin, you are the one falling in love with him, and you fall hard. He doesn't even have to try, actually. It is just the small upturn of one corner of his mouth as he looks at you with those enchanting eyes and you are done. It is game over.

And Sae knows that, Sae knows how much of a hold he has over you. It is like selling your soul to the demon, but the demon in this case is a very successful egoist soccer player, and all you get in return is a meager of his attention when he wants to give it to you. But what you offer up to him is your soul, your heart, your body and every breathe you take.

This is not to say that Sae treats you badly. I mean he has feelings for you. That is why he wanted you in the first place. And he respect you to a degree and he views you as his equal. But to him, soccer is, and will always be the first. You are not one of the priorities for him. And it may not be very obvious but after a long time, it shows. It shows and it hurts you because you are hopelessly, obsessively in love with him and what he can give you is not enough.

For example, if you were in a relationship with Rin: Rin would come home after a long tiring day of training to you.

But Sae: he come home after training to give his body the rest for another day of training but he wants you there at home because you are his.

This is why a toxic love triangle with the two of them is very very interesting.

You, being helplessly in love with Sae, while at the same time, being the person Rin seeks approval from.

To the massive feeling you have fun for Sae, what he gives you back is not enough, and it makes you starved and thirsty for any ounce of attention Sae would give you. But when he can't give you that, you are cracked, like the soul without any hydration.

And it is Rin's duty to water you back to health with his worried frown and a kind but crude remark. And as soon as you are back to health, you ran back to Sae, because that is what you are, a dog, a pet, with a leash and a collar that you willing put on your neck.

[mrsalwayswrite]

My Hero

Summary: It was supposed to be a relaxing morning at the park until, unfortunately, it wasn't. Luckily for Violet, Tall, Dark and Handsome showed up to save the day…and his owner wasn't too bad either. 

This is my entry for Riorgail week - day 7 - AU @empyreanevents

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and am planning on turning it into a short series.

Warnings: threats of violence

Words: 4400

“Are you stalking me?” Violet snarled, staring at the man suddenly walking beside her at her favorite park.  

She had been having such a good morning until this moment. Her work schedule finally allowed her to have Saturdays off, a rarity. Joyously, she embraced the ability to go for a long, lazy walk and enjoy the summer sunshine. Her coffee was on point this morning at the café and the cute barista that flirted with her had given her an extra shot of espresso as he winked at her. Even her new golden retriever puppy managed to sleep through the night without having an accident, giving hope for her house training. This morning had been perfect. 

Until him. 

Her asshole of an ex. 

He walked next to her, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere, with a sheepish smile and hands tucked into his pockets. “Violet, please, let’s–” 

“Leave me alone, Halden. I thought you'd have gotten that message after I ignored all your calls and texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, okay? Let me make–”

“Sorry? You're sorry?” She laughed but it was anything but humorous. Abruptly, she stopped, turning to glare at him. “‘Sorry’ is for when you accidentally spill a cup of water on the floor. Not for when you fuck almost half the girls on our college campus when we were dating!”

He ran a hand through his sandy-brown hair, causing the perfectly sculpted locks to appear imperfect, something he would spend far too much time on fixing later. “I know, it was a mis–”

She ignored him, stomping away. “Come on, Andarna,” she called to her puppy, who was tugging happily at the end of her leash. 

“Fuck! Would you just fucking listen to me?” He snapped, moving to block her on the paved path and grabbed her wrist. Those vivid green eyes that once made her heart race now were hard as diamonds, staring down at her in anger. No one ever told Halden Tauri ‘no’ and it showed, but Violet was done with doing what he wanted and adhering to his ego. 

She tried to jerk her hand back but only succeeded in hurting her wrist with how tightly he was gripping it. She wondered if he had forgotten how fragile her joints were or if he was intentionally causing her pain on purpose. 

“Let. Me. Go.” She quietly stated, shifting her body weight, her hazel eyes never wavering from meeting his gaze. She refused to be intimidated by him. Not ever again. 

His voice dropped low but with an audible bite to it. “You owe me th–”

A deep, menacing growl cut off Halden's words. 

Peering to her right where the forest line started, Violet's eyes immediately widened as an absolutely massive, black dog prowled closer to them, as if emerging from the shadows. His golden eyes narrowed on Halden and lips curled back in a terrifying snarl. 

“What the fuck…” Halden dropped her wrist and stepped back. For every step the practically pony-sized dog stalked forward, Halden took a retreating step back until the dog stood next to Violet, the top of its head reaching her chest. 

Violet stood paralyzed, gripping her puppy's leash still in her hand with an white-knuckled grip. The massive dog was built like a tank, barrel-chested with a long, thick coat of black hair and just…huge! To add to the intimidating factor, one of its ears looked half bitten off and there was a long scar running down the side of its black muzzle. Every instinct within her short stature screamed to run! Even if it was foolish to run from a predator that could obviously catch her within a heartbeat and rip her throat out with its gigantic teeth, her body tensed, ready to flee. Yet it stood beside her, snarling at her ex like it was defending her. That counted for something…right?

Or maybe it just saw her as an appetizer? 

“Violet–”

“Fuck off, Halden, and don't try to talk to me again. I've got nothing more to say to you.” She snapped, infusing every ounce of confidence within her tone that she could muster. 

A low growl echoed her words, one expansive paw stomped forward either in threat or ready to launch was questionable. Whatever it was, it worked. Vivid green eyes wide, and with more than a hint of panic in them, Halden retreated a few more steps backwards before turning on his heel and hurried away. 

A whoosh of exhaled air left her lips as she watched her ex attempt to subtly sprint away, his ego never allowing him to actually run in terror. She glanced down at the gigantic dog still standing at her side, its head tilted up so golden eyes met her own hazel. “Thank you for your help…but also please don't eat me or my puppy. That would suck.”

The black dog huffed, nudging her in the side with its head, almost knocking her over. Her heart rate spiked at the action, a flash of fear winning out before realizing the nudge was almost affectionate. Before she could fully calm herself, her heart rate doubled in a blink as the dog lowered its head to seemingly look at the golden retriever puppy staring up at it, tail wagging so hard it made her whole body shake. The dog snorted onto the puppy, making her ‘woof’ and tip over, tail still wagging even with all four paws in the air. 

“Oh, you're sweetheart, aren't you?” Violet cooed, heart melting at the sight. “You just pretend to be scary.”

The dog looked up at her, lips curled up slightly and eyes somehow narrowed as if it understood her words. 

She blinked. “Um..okay, sorry. Scary. You're very scary. I mean…you definitely were. And are…still are. Sorry.”

It's head moved back and forth, looking between Violet and the puppy attacking its left front paw like a personal chew toy. With another huff, it nudged her side hard using it's head, making her take a stumbling step. 

“What?” She asked, only for him to nudge her again. “We're on a walk, or at least trying to if Andy didn't feel the need to sniff everything.” 

This time the dog opened its mouth and gently placed it around her wrist and then tugged. 

“Um…oh-okay?” Violet looked around the park, seeing the many people out but none seemed to be paying any attention to them. “I guess we're following you now?”

Being led around the expansive park by a dog almost as big as her own diminished size was not on her bingo card for the day but she did not think she could easily get out of it now, especially since it seemed to have a destination in mind. Thankfully Andarna trotted faithfully along on her own leash for once. 

While walking, well being led, Violet tried to subtly study the dog while keeping an eye out of its owner. There was absolutely no way this dog was here alone. Firstly, she had checked and yep - definitely a male - appeared healthy with a shiny, groomed coat. He was also the biggest dog she had ever seen in her life. If she had to guess a breed, she would say a Newfoundland but he was bigger than any Newfie she knew of and there was something else about his stature that made her wonder if he was mixed with another breed. Whatever breed he was, if someone was trying to create a small, intimidating bear, they certainly succeeded with him. 

Yet no matter how terrifying his outward appearance made him to be, his mouth on her wrist was so gentle, she barely felt it. Only the faintest hint of pressure and the slobber from his mouth were the only indicators of her entrapment. 

Peering down, a smile tilted the corners of Violet's mouth up as she watched Andarna happily follow the larger dog's lead, only occasionally pouncing or sniffing something that caught her eye alongside the paved path. 

The odd trio passed a playground, the sound of children's laughter and screams intermingled with parents’ voices. The Newfoundland continued their parade, going off the path and towards the nearby basketball courts. Violet noted one of the three courts, the closest to the playground, contained a handful of pre-teens shooting hoops and teasing each other. Meanwhile the court furthest away from the playground and backed up against a large open field, frequently used for various sports, was being utilized by a group of men. 

Very attractive, shirtless men. 

Hot damn. 

Before she could get a good look at them, for research purposes obviously, the dog tugged her towards a sprawling oak tree at the edge of the field. Violet wondered if the dog chose it for the shade offered or the strategic location of being able to see over the field, courts and playground without having to move. Once at the wide tree trunk, the dog released her wrist and nudged her side again with his head. 

“Um…okay? You want me to sit?”

With its seemingly signature woof, he nudged her side before sitting on his haunches, still grotesquely taller than a dog should be. 

Sighing, she looked around the base of the oak tree. “And now I'm listening to…gods! Okay, okay! I'm sitting!” She startled as he nudged her more forcibly that time. 

With a huff and a disgruntled mutter about ‘demanding, giant beasts’, she settled cross-legged, tugging the backpack off her back and next to her side. To her shock, the massive dog plopped down next to her, his side pressing against her left thigh, his soft, black hair brushing against her bare leg, not covered by her shorts. Andarna wiggled over, wagging and playfully growling as she attacked his front paws again. Violet hesitated but relaxed when the dog just stared at her silly puppy, allowing her to play. Violet quickly pulled out the stake and short runner, hooking it up to Andarna's leash so she could roam while Violet sat down. Once that was done, she pulled out her latest read, ready to relax. 

Once the book rested on her legs, she turned her attention to her wrist. Faint discoloration already marred her pale skin. Carefully, she maneuvered her wrist, twisting and turning it but did not feel anything wrong besides it being sore. 

“Fucking Halden.” She muttered to herself. Roughly, she yanked her single braid out and ran her fingers through her brown hair, watching as the silver ends caught in the dappled sunlight. If she could go back in time, she would love to slap herself and tell her to not fall for a set of pretty eyes and a smooth tongue. But hindsight is 20/20, as they say. Pushing the thought of her stupid mistake out of her mind, she threw her hair back into a loose braid and flipped open her book to her bookmark. 

The dog raised its head and left out a soft ‘woof’. Violet followed his gaze and immediately stilled, senses on high alert. A beautiful Doberman strutted towards them. She was tall, not nearly as tall as the black dog next to her, but enough to create a sliver of nervousness in Violet. She wondered if her and her puppy would get a short complex from being around these large dogs. 

The Doberman confidently walked up to their little group. Of course, the silly puppy had to be the first to greet. She pounced in front of the bigger dog, butt up in the air and tail wagging as if greeting an old friend. The Doberman stared down, if she was human Violet would have said staring down her nose at her puppy in judgement. After a long second where Violet started to worry she was going to need to intervene, the Doberman lowered her head and nudged Adarna with her head before continuing onward. She then walked to stand in front of Violet, staring at her with those eyes that seemed to be smarter than any dog's should be. 

“Um, hi….I'm Violet.” She murmured. 

The Doberman snorted loudly, either a sign of approval or disgust was still up for debate. Turning, she rubbed her head against the massive dog's for a moment, a strangely tender action for her otherwise haughty attitude, before regally taking a spot on his other side. 

“Um…okay then.” Violet shrugged, cracking open her book. Guess she had some additional companions for the time being. 

She was unsure how long they sat there, long enough to get absorbed in her book and for Andarna to wear herself out by sniffing and attacking the few leaves that fluttered by. Eventually, the puppy curled up between the massive dog's front paws and fell asleep. With a almost resigned chuff, the massive dog moved his head, resting it on Violet's bent knee like it was a pillow. Both bemused and slightly concerned that she was trapped once again by the Newfie, she returned to her book. 

“Sgaeyl! Tairn!”

Violet blinked out of her book zen, caught off guard by the movement to her left. She watched the Doberman raise her head and glance at the Newfie before looking back at the man who had called, what Violet presumed, was their names. 

And what a man he was. 

Standing at the edge of the basketball court closest to them, the man stared at the odd grouping with arms crossed over his chest. Tawny skin gleamed under the morning sunlight, highlighted by a sleeve tattoo that covered from his wrist, up to his arm and continued to cover part of his chest and a portion of the side of his neck. Gods, he looked good. Damn good. Clearly defined abs adorned his torso and bulging biceps stole her gaze with the way his arms were crossed over his broad, toned chest. 

Yet even from this far away, it was his dark eyes that seemed to hold her in their thrall. 

“Sgaeyl! Come on!” He called, once again, in a low rumble. 

Gods, that voice. Whatever deity had crafted this man obviously was attempting perfection. With the way the faintest breeze ruffled his messy black hair, this man was a romance reader's wet dream. 

The Doberman rose to her haunches but remained sitting. 

“Um…I think your owner wants you.” Violet whispered to the Newfie, his head still reclined on her bent knee. 

The massive dog peeked one eye open at her then dismissively closed it again. 

Violet chuckled to herself but the sound died in her throat when she looked back up. Mr Chiseled Abs walked towards her with a ground-eating stride, long legs demolishing the fair amount of space between them. Swallowing thickly, she had to remind herself that staring was rude. 

As he got closer, Sgaeyl rose and greeted him, pressing her head to his thigh and receiving the scratch behind the ear he gifted her. She stuck to his side as he took the several extra steps to approach the trio still resting on the ground. 

As he approached, Violet realized how tall the stranger truly was. He appeared tall from a distance but now, standing nearby, he practically towered over her, easily close to six and half feet by her quick guess. Gods…how was it fair to humanity for him to be this handsome and have that height. 

“I'm sorry if my dogs were bothering you. I should have gotten them sooner–” He began in that low timbre, meeting her gaze. 

“Oh no! They've been great!” She interrupted, waving a hand, then turned her gaze to the giant beast still refusing to move. “I'm sorry if you needed them, I told this one to move but he…well…”

“Tairn only does what he wants. Ungrateful asshole.”

Her hazel eyes snapped to the man's, whatever good will she momentarily had gone in a moment. “How can you call your dog that?”

The man rolled his eyes, holding his hands up in surrender as he moved to a squat. “Not sure he's my dog. It's more of a roommate thing…and I feed him. Pretty sure he only tolerates me for Sgaeyl. They're mated, or whatever the equivalent is for dogs.” He shrugged, running a hand up and down the Doberman's back. 

“Sgaeyl.” She felt the name roll off her lips, a hint of a smile tilting her lips up. “She's beautiful.”

“Mmm…she's my girl.”

Violet was incapable of ceasing the melting of her heart as she witnessed the clear affection in the man's eyes as he looked down at the dog still by his side. Plus, the warmth in his voice as he claimed her, like his simple statement explained so much more…this man was a danger to her hormones if he kept this up. 

“And this one is…Tairn? Do you know what breed he is?” She asked, looking away and desperately hoping the warmth on her pale cheeks was only internal and not visible.

He hummed. “Yeah, Tairn. I've wondered about doing one of those DNA tests but decided it didn't matter.”

“Oh? Did you get him from a rescue?”

“No.” He chuckled, shifting to sit in front of her now. “He found us at a park one day and fucking followed us home. I tried to leave him behind but Sgaeyl almost ripped my arm off so I figured I was outvoted.”

She laughed, tipping her head back and letting the mirth freely flow. Somehow, only knowing the dogs for a short period of time, she could easily visualize it. “Well, hopefully it wasn't too much of a hardship, he seems like a sweetheart. Anyone would be lucky to have him.”

“No…he barely tolerates people…except for you, apparently.” 

Onyx eyes locked on her and she stiffened. Not from fear but because he seemed to be studying, as if attempting to peer into her mind and tease out her intent. It was now, so close and trapped in the strength of his gaze, that she observed the golden flecks in his dark eyes, like stars in the night sky. 

This man truly needed to tone down his perfection. It was becoming unnerving. 

A loud, deep voice interrupted their staring, making her startle at the sudden proximity. 

“Hey, fairy! Thanks for your help earlier!” Another shirtless man shouted from the edge of the basketball court. Tall and broad like a barn door, Violet was fairly sure the man's muscles had muscles. Another man stood beside him, grinning like a fiend as he ran a hand over his short, blond hair. 

She blinked awkwardly. “Um…you're welcome?”

The broad man's smile widened, a hint of mischief in it. “Loverboy there couldn't keep his eyes off you. Helped us score some extra points!”

“Shut the fuck up, Gar!” Mr dog-lover-and-sexy-abs whipped around to snap at the other man. 

“We'll meet you back at the house, honey bear!”

The man sitting in front of her raised his middle finger, making the other two men laugh before they headed towards the parking lot where a small group seemed to be waiting.

“Sorry about him.” He shook his head, tracing a thumb over the scar bisecting his dark eyebrow. “We won't keep you any longer.”

“It's okay. We should probably head back too.” She commented, following his lead of starting to get up. Of course, she had a massive dog restraining her ability to move while the man glided from his seat in a smooth movement. 

At first she gently tried to nudge the giant dog but when that came to no avail, she huffed and tapped his nose until he opened his eyes. At hearing a quiet snicker, she shot the man a glare before giving up and forcibly lifting the huge head off her knee to escape the restraint. With a reluctant sigh, Tairn rose slowly, as if emphasizing his lack of interest in moving positions. 

Once Tairn began moving, Andarna woke up with an abrupt startle. She leapt to her feet, head rotating around, and seeing a new person made her frenzied with excitement. Tail attempting to power a tornado, she barreled into the man who knelt once again to greet the enthusiastic puppy. 

“Whose this?”

Violet smiled at her puppy. “Andarna. She's a golden retriever. She just turned four months old last week.”

“She's cute.” He easily said but those onyx eyes remained on Violet as he said it. 

Violet blushed, ignoring the awakening butterflies. He was just talking about her adorable puppy, he did not mean anything more than that, she reassured herself. 

The man continued to play with Andarna, allowing her to chomp onto his hand with her puppy teeth and growl. Sgaeyl watched the two with a dismissive air as if this playful action was beneath her. 

After tucking her book, runner and stake back into her backpack, Violet knelt in front of Tairn. He had not moved from her side, only sitting on his haunches and monitoring her every action. Without a second thought, she cupped his face, running a thumb over the long scar on his muzzle. She met those golden eyes that held an agelessness to them. “Thank you for your help earlier. I hope your human roommate gives you extra treats for saving me and being my hero.”

“What happened?”

The brusque question drew her eyes to the man, his gaze locked on her with a newfound intensity. 

“Oh, my ex found us earlier while we were walking. I'm honestly not sure how he did. He tried– it doesn't really matter. Tairn scared him off and then brought me and Andy over here.”

“Is the bruise on your wrist from Tairn or this shitty ex?”

“It's nothing. I bruise easily.” She had to fight the urge to hide her wrist, instead ignoring the man as she pressed a quick kiss to the Newfie's nose before standing. 

The man mirrored her action, towering over her, never lessening the sudden intensity. “And if Tairn hadn't come to your rescue, what were you going to do?”

Violet shoved her hands on her hips, meeting his gaze with a confident glare, hating she only reached his collarbone but unwilling to back down. “If you must know, I was planning on kneeing him in the balls…something he'd certainly remember.” 

A long moment passed, something unnamed swirling around them like a cyclone. Then as if a breeze blew the cyclone away, the tension ebbed and he smirked down at her. 

“What?” She snapped. 

“You appear small and fragile, but you're a violent little thing, aren't you?”

“Only if the situation calls for it.”

He openly laughed and Violet had to remind herself to breathe at the beauty of the simple action. Still smiling, he spoke but with a new lightness to his tone. “I'm glad Tairn was able to intervene, but we do need to leave. Come on, Sgaeyl.”

Sgaeyl stood at her owner's side, still eyeing the puppy pouncing on the open ground between them, while Tairn pressed himself against her side. 

“It's all right. We have to go home too.” Violet cooed, running a hand over the massive dog's head. “Maybe we'll run into each other again soon.”

Tairn impassively stared at the man, golden eyes staring him down as if trying to impart a silent message. 

The man huffed. “No, asshole, I'm leaving.”

The dog curled one corner of his lip up, showing his sharp, canine tooth.

“Sgaeyl, get your mate before I fucking leave his fat ass.”

The Doberman looked between Tairn and her owner before letting out a loud bark and staring at her owner with narrowed eyes. 

“Ah, fuck!” The man groaned, then shoved his hand in his pocket. “What's your number, Violence? I don't think Tairn is going to let me fucking leave without it.”

“It's actually Violet..”

“I think my name suits you better.” He winked, holding out his phone. 

With an exaggerated eye roll, she plugged her number in his phone. Obviously, she was doing this so she and Andarna could see Tairn again…not to see Mr hot-specimen. Nope, this was solely for the dogs. 

“I'm Xaden, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” She replied, handing him his phone back. 

“We’re usually here every Saturday morning for a couple of hours, if you want to join.” 

“Oh, yeah, that should work for us.”

He nodded, glancing over to the parking lot before meeting her gaze again. “Will you be okay? Or should we walk you back?”

“I can handle myself.” She crossed her arms over her chest, raising a single eyebrow. 

“I believe you.” He smirked, onyx eyes scanning over her before turning and walking towards the parking lot, Sgaeyl loyally by his side. 

Violet ignored the shiver his gaze sent down her spine. Scratching behind his ear, she spoke to the immobile Newfie. “You should probably follow. We'll see you next week, okay, Tairn?”

The massive, black dog pressed his head against her chest, making her fondly smile before he nudged Andara, almost tipping her over. With a huff, he turned and followed Sgaeyl across the open field.  

A beep had her pulling her phone out of her pocket to see a text from an unknown number. 

Unknown number: See you around, Violence.

She rolled her eyes before replying. 

Violet: You're just mad Tairn likes me more. 

“Come on, Andy. Let's head home.” She threw the backpack on, and made sure the leash was securely on her unbruised wrist, before checking her phone again. 

Unknown number: Can't blame him for wanting to cuddle up to a beautiful woman.

Unknown number: Let me know if your shitty ex comes back. Tairn and I will sort him out for you. 

Warmth filled her chest cavity at the unexpected texts, firstly from the compliment that sent butterflies soaring and secondly from his offer of….what? Protection? They were complete strangers and yet…he was offering to help her with her ex? Not that she needed the help, she was a modern, independent woman who did not need a man, even if it was still sweet. 

Not that he needed to know that. 

Violet: I told you I can handle myself. 

She shook her head, adding the number to her contacts. Her hand buzzed once more with the responding text. 

Tairn's roommate: Offer still stands. 

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Ｄｏｇ Ｗａｌｋｅｒ☆

Guys. I kinda love this. Trying out some new stuff <3

!!!NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Charles x fem!reader

Type~Fluff

You sigh as you knock profusely on Charles Leclerc's door. You get out your phone once more for what feels like the thousandth time, and text him, when in reality you sent him only five texts. You take a step back as you hear shuffling in the apartment and a few seconds later, the door opens to reveal Charles, his eyes wide with pity and panic. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I overslept, I'm late for meetings! Shit!" He leaves the door open you his apartment as he sprints back to his room to get out of his pyjamas and into proper clothes. You step inside of the grand Monaco apartment, admiring it everytime you walk into the comforting space. Suddenly, you hear fast paws, scratching on the wood floor. You smile, already knowing the small Dacshund was making his way towards you. You kneel on the floor as you see the golden fur of the dog. He runs to you, putting his front paws up on your knee has he jumps up on you. "Hey bud!" You chuckle as you pick him up, licking all over your face. "Ready for your walk?" Leo barks in response. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "

Shit, shit, shit!" Charles curses for almost the hundreth time. He fumbles with the keys as he tries to lock his door. You look at the puppy, sitting on the floor paitently, wagging his tail. His harness and his leash connected to him, the leash in your hand. You're a dog walker for the famous Charles Leclerc. You're an old friend of his, you train dogs, your good at your job, no doubt. You usually train police dogs but you have some days off. One day in particular, is when Charles is in meetings and hasn't got the time to walk Leo. You teach Leo how to heel and sit and stuff like that, small things to make Charles's life a little easier and the wood floors not covered in dog piss. "Your getting paid extra. I'm so sorry." He looks at you for a second, while still juggling the keys in his hand. He finally tries a gold one, going into the keyhole perfectly, and turning with a satisfying click. He mutters a small "aha!" under his breath, while you start giggling at him. "What's so funny?" He turns to you, hands on his hips as he cocks an eyebrow causing you to laugh louder and harder. "I'm usually the one late, I thought Charles Leclerc was always early and on time?" You cover your mouth. "Fashionably late, this time." He flips his non existent long hair, which makes you proper laugh and blush. Yes yes, you had a crush on Charles Leclerc, but who doesn't? You're just lucky he even knows who you are and that you exist. You liked him for his humour and personality, but yes, looks and charisma did also play a big part. "Let's hit the road!" You exclaim, which causes Leo bark and start walking. You walk down as far as the car park where he waves you a goodbye with his perfect smile. You return it. You and Leo make your way to a park, you watch as the leaves start falling, signaling it will be Winter soon. Christmas, snow, hot chocolate, the whole lot. You blush at the thought of it spending it with Charles, you shake the thoughts quickly as you realise a cat is across the road and Leo is barking his head off. As you were walking Leo, Charles couldn't stop thinking about you in the meetings. Your smile, laugh, your eyes, everything about you. It's corny as fuck but when he saw you again after highschool, it felt like love at first sight. You were training a dog that was quiet stubborn but you weren't giving up. When Charles saw you, he froze in his car. When you were close enough to it, he jumped out, calling your name and you started talking. If he cold go back to that moment, he would again and again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You're chilling inside of Charles's apartment after your walk with Leo, Charles gave you a key incase you were finished early or you wanted to come by. You thought of this as a nice gesture so whenever you came over, you cleaned. You always left the place sparkless and he always bought you food, win win. You hear the door unlock, the aroma of pizza makes its way throughout the apartment. You hear footsteps get louder and you see Charles come into the living room with a pizza box. "Hey." He grins at you exhaustedly. "Hey." You return it. He throws himself on the couch after placing the pizza box on the coffee table. You guys have a feast, eating, laughing and chatting. As you cleaned up, you knew it was time to tell a secret to Charles. A secret you've kept for a long time but it would be told now. "Charles?" "Yes?" "I'm moving to Argentina." Crash. "Charles, are you okay?" You step over the shards of plate and end up standing next to him. You take his hand and study it, a small cut with blood, but still producing a lot. You look up at him, his eyes were spaced and heavy with something. Dread, most likely. "We have to get this cleaned up, cmon Charlie." You tug on his arm. But he doesn't budge. "When... do you leave?" He swallows hardly. "Early morning. Everything is at home packed. I just wanted to spend my last time here, with you, before I go. Cmon, let me clean you up." You bandaged his hand, and sat on the couch with him, trying to crack some jokes but nothing. He was so.. empty. You sat on the couch, the TV playing some white noise. You looked at him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. My lease was up and one of my friends live there so I thought it would be a nice change.... I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier so you could get a new walker for Leo." You explain to him, a pang in you heart as you see his eyes well up with tears. You look at the clock. 8pm. It was time for you to go home and get some sleep, as you flight was at 4am. "I have to go, speak to me Charlie." You pleaded, desperation in your voice. "Fine." You get up grab your purse off the coffee table and walk into the hallway. You take off your slippers and place on your combat boots. You check yourself in the mirror, wiping away a tear in your eye with your nail. You turn towards the door and open it, a hand grabs your wrist and you look back. Charles. He closes the door with his other hand, and takes your hands in his. "Don't leave. I need you." He says lowly. "I...We're good friends. We can make it work over Faceti-" "Not a platonic, 'I need you'. A romantic, 'I need you.' Are you that dense? I love you. Stay. Fuck Argentina, stay with me." He slips one of his hands out of your and uses it to tilt your head up, making you look him in his gorgeous eyes. He leans down and gives you a sweet kiss, filled with love. "If I didn't convince you, I hope that did." You stand there, in shock. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again, with fierce love and promise. A promise that you will stay. "I love you too, Char." You whisper against the ghost of his lips. "So your staying? With me? And...will you be my girlfriend?" He does a cute clueless little eyeroll, which makes you laugh and blush. "Yes, to all of those." You kiss in the dimly lit hallway one last time.

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I haven’t written anything in a minute so please be nice (also this ballooned out to be wayyyyy longer than I thought it’d be)

CW: €N€, int0x k!nk

It happened so quickly.

I’ve been so stressed lately, I didn’t even notice when you slipped the pretty little pill into the cup of tea you made me. I thanked you with a soft kiss, and told you I had to get back to work. You made a face and I calmly explained that I have deadlines to meet. You chuckled and walked away - and I suppose now I know why.

I sipped the warm tea and went back to work -at least - and for a few minutes everything was fine. When I started feeling fuzzy, I swore I must just be tired, so I pressed on with my work as my vision got blurrier and my mind got dumber, until I could barley keep my eyes open.

I felt you lean down over my chair and wrap your hands around me, fitting my collar tightly around me neck. “I’m so sorry puppy,” you said, in your honeysuckle voice, “but i just need to use you, and i know you wouldn’t let me if you were in your right mind.” I try to protest, to beg you to stop, when your hand covers my mouth, and I whimper softly into you “there there, puppy, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Be a good boy for me and let me use you.” Through soft, fuzzy tears I try one more time to get you to stop - but it’s too late.

Through the stars that dance across my mind c I feel you unzip my pants and laugh softly. “Oh honey, look how hard you are. I knew you wanted this.” I close my legs tight, trying to hide how blissful I feel, and how bad I want to be used by you, but you see right through the facade. You guide me to the bed and lay me down with a kiss and as you lower yourself onto me, I feel warm and right, the only thoughts my mind can conjure are in service of you, to make you feel good over and over and over again.

As you start touching yourself with your favorite vibe, you tug on my leash - and I instinctively start thrusting into you. You’ve trained me well. The drugs are really kicking in now - the only thing I can feel is your warmth, and the only thing I can hear are your moans. I finally give in, letting my eyes roll back and softly moaning a “thank yo- thank you mommy.”

After using my dumb puppy cock to finish for the third (or was it fourth? I can’t remember) time, you set down the vibe, cup my head in your hands and command

“cum for me pup”

The words make me feral, like a mutt in heat. Even you’re surprised - enough to dig your nails into my hips as I thrust up into you. It’s no surprise that it doesn’t take me long to get close. And when I tell you I’m about to finish you lean down and sink your teeth into my neck. The bite sends shivers down through my whole body as I finish deep inside you letting out relentless moans of thanks.

After the fog clears, I wake up inside of you. I hug you in close, pull the covers up over us, and kiss you softly until I drift back into sleep.

I really did need that break.

[jesuistrestriste]

Need full on petplay w art. Puppy art this puppy art that... ok wheres his collar. Wheres his leash

yeahh:(

like he’s on his hands and knees for you as soon as you get home; looking up to you with big, blue, pleading eyes as he scoots forward and pushes his nose into your thigh.

“i missed you…” he whimpers softly, barely audible, and you reach down to pet his soft mop of tousled blonde curls.

“missed you too, puppy.. were you good while i was gone?”

and he whines. it’s guilty and low and sticks in his chest like bubblegum. he shakes his head. “.. i.. ‘m sorry… couldn’t help it…”

and you’re confused, but when you look up towards the living room, you see an assortment of toys on the coffee table near the couch. one of your vibrators and a silicone stroker you bought for him a year ago and a bottle of lube. along with a few crumpled tissues. a fresh crime scene.

you sigh, pulling back from his touch, and he tries chasing your legs with his needy hands. you immediately slide your hand from his hair to the back of his collar, then slipping your fingers down to the dog tag at the front of it. affectionately engraved ‘mutt’. you give it a soft but firm tug, forcing his attention back up to your eyes and not your soft thighs.

“i said to wait.”

he pouts. he might cry.

“i kn-know.. im sorry, i am… i was just thinking about you a lot, and i couldn’t.. like, it was really hurting and i just—“

you tug on the collar again, and click your tongue with disapproval. he shuts his mouth. his palms plant on the ground in front of where he’s sitting on his calves. “i was a bad boy.”

you nod, and without warning you start slowly walking away from the doorway. he’s instantly snapping to attention, being tugged with you by your grasp still holding the collar.

“yes, yes you were. you are. so now.. you’re gonna clean this mess up and meet me in the bedroom. do you understand?”

he nods, and immediately stands to begin cleaning the evidence of his desperation once you’ve let him go.

he steps into the bedroom afterwards and you immediately corner him and hook a leash onto the front of his collar. you lead him over to the mattress where you lay down and take your bottoms off.

you wrap the leash around your hand four times to give him no leeway to move without your direction, and then you’re pulling his body forward by his lead into your heat.

you watch the way he sinks down onto his tummy and begins mouthing wetly and eagerly at your core, licking and slobbering and suckling the best he can manage.

several moans slip from your lips, and you gaze down at his closed eyes and flushed cheeks, your hold on the leash keeping him close.

“be a good puppy for me tonight, and maybe i’ll give you a treat,” you gasp between soft groans.

he doubles his efforts automatically, his fingers itching to hold your body, but he resists. he nods and whines into your wetness.

he’ll do whatever it takes to get that reward from you and prove that he can still be good.

he’s a good boy.

he’s the best.

and he’s gonna show you how well trained you have him ..

[duskvsdawn]

soooo... i see the kaelix fics, i love the kaelix fics, i eat them up 🤤 but they got me thinking of more dom!kaelix, so if at all possible prompts 29 and 40 with him? 👀🫶

≫A/N: Hey, you got it :) I decided to kinda make this a part 5 to the puppy play series. You can check all the other parts in my masterlist here!

Content: dom!kaelix and sub!reader, smut, female reader, reader is wearing a leash and other puppy accessories, reader gives Kaelix a blowjob, Kaelix puts reader in a mating press, reader gets overstimulated to hell and back and oops Kaelix does it to himself too but he acts unphased even if he is trying his best to compose himself, Kaelix chokes reader, Kaelix has a dacryphilia kink, this is just filth enter at your own risk

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That's right, pup, cry some more for me

Zeal would be out of town for a few days, so that meant that you and Kaelix would be home alone for a bit. In the last few weeks, the three of you have done quite a bit of puppy play, and all of you enjoyed it a lot. But now that Kaelix had you to himself, he really wanted to try and dom you for once. You wouldn't let him do that often, but he thought it was worth trying. Those who don't ask will always have "no" for an answer, after all.

You were cooking some dinner for your boyfriend that the two of you would be enjoying in front of the tv while you would be watching a series that you had gotten really invested in. When you finished making dinner, you brought two plates to the living room and put them down on the coffee table. While you watched your series, you enjoyed dinner as you were talking about how incredibly dumb some of the characters were being.

After you had finished dinner and watching the episode, you headed to the kitchen to do today's dishes. You were washing them, and Kaelix helped you by drying them and putting them away. After both of you finished your task, Kaelix suddenly stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle while he put his head on your shoulder. "You know... There is something I have been wanting to do to you all day," your boyfriend finally admitted, his lustful thoughts clouding his mind and his body reacting accordingly. You could feel his hard-on pressed against your lower back, and you turned your head around to kiss him. "Oh? And what's that?" you asked in between kisses, growing ever more curious about what he could possibly want to do to you. "Just follow me, babe," the bouncer said as he held out his hand for you, and you happily followed him upstairs.

You plopped down on the bed after undressing, since you knew for a fact he was going to ask you to do so anyway. "Seems like someone is eager to please her master," Kaelix chuckled as he was rummaging in your favourite cabinet, getting all the puppy toys out of there. When he walked back to the bed, toys in hand, you were trying your best to hold back your laughter. Him, master? No way in hell you would let him dom you that easily. On the other hand, you knew he had been trying to do this for a while now, so to be nice, you decided to play along for now.

"Hmm, what's on your mind, master?" you feigned innocence as he put the leash around your neck after he put the headband with puppy ears on your head. "On all fours, pup." the bouncer said while he impatiently moved the buttplug with puppy tail from one hand to the other. "I don't think so. You have to do better than that." you chuckled as you kept sitting on your ass, not giving him any access to the hole that buttplug was supposed to go in. Kaelix knew you were going to be a little brat about it, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.

"If you're not listening, you're not getting any until Zeal comes back. And I know you can't wait that long because you're a needy bitch for our cocks, aren't you now, slut?" the bouncer said as a smirk appeared on his face. A blush spread onto your cheeks; you couldn't deny you had always been needy for them. So, for now, you decided to comply and see what else he had up his sleeves. You sighed and got on all fours, looking over your shoulder as Kaelix's hand got closer to your ass. He slowly pushed the tail into your ass, and you let out a low moan in return. That pesky smirk on his face only grew, and you hated to admit that it kind of turned you on to see your boyfriend so confident.

Kaelix started taking off his clothes, and then he lay down on the bed. "Come closer, my dear puppy. Put that mouth to good use, will you?" your master said as his hand reached around to pull on the leash connected to the collar. He pulled your head closer to his dick, and you got the hint, but you wanted to be bratty for a little longer. "Nah, I don't feel like it. You'll have to ask me nicely," you said as you were the one smirking now. "I don't take orders from such a needy whore. Don't you remember what I told you? Listen to me, or you're not getting any, got it?" the bouncer said as his hand took hold of your head and he pushed you closer to his dick. You rolled your eyes so hard it almost gave you a headache, and you started kitten licking the tip.

After some encouraging moans from your boyfriend, you took the entire tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it as you occasionally played with the slit. It was starting to leak more and more precum the longer you kept going, and seeing your boyfriend so wet for you made you wet in return. You started taking him deeper as your hands played with his balls, drawing such delicious moans from your boyfriend. Getting head was definitely one of his favourite things ever, and you knew exactly what things he would need to get a mind-blowing orgasm. You took him all the way, his pubic hair tickling your nose every time his dick slid all the way down your throat. The bouncer could really not hold back his sounds of pleasure now, and they motivated you once more. You started moving faster as your hands kept playing with his balls. You looked up at him through your lashes, and the look on his face made you absolutely drenched now. His arm was draped over his eyes as those delicious moans kept spilling from his mouth, while you could see his blush spreading to his neck. You knew he only needed a little bit more, so you kneaded his balls a little harder as you sped up again. His other hand was holding fistfuls of your hair as the muscles in his stomach started to spasm and his thighs started to tremble, signalling the approach of his orgasm. You kept the tip in your mouth as your hand worked the base, greedily awaiting the spurts of cum that would be entering your mouth soon. With both his hands in your hair now, he released into your mouth with a loud moan. After you had worked him through his orgasm, his head fell back on the pillow as a satisfied, long moan left his mouth.

You crawled up to eye level and lay down next to him. "Did I do okay, master?" you asked with a giggle as you looked at the fucked out bliss that was his face. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was perfect, pup. Gimme a minute to recover from that, okay?" your boyfriend said as one hand weaved through your hair lazily as you put your head on his chest to give him some kisses there. He knew he had to man up if he wanted to properly dom you, though. Cause right now, you were in control, and both of you knew that.

After he took a few minutes to recover, he flipped you onto your back. "Now then. It's time for the full course meal. Get ready, pup. You're in for a long night," your boyfriend said with newfound confidence. He knew that he would be just as overstimulated by the end of the night, but he was okay with that. He put you into a mating press as you bit your lower lip. You were getting impatient, you just wanted him to enter you already and fuck you into oblivion. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, begging him without words to please just get on with it already, and luckily for you, he understood the hint.

The bouncer slowly pushed into you, and both of you moaned at unison. It felt so good to finally have him where you wanted him most that it made your eyes roll back as he immediately set a brutal pace. He was trying his best to try and stay composed and stay the dominant one, but he hated that he just kept moaning your name over and over in between whimpers and whines. He couldn't help it; it just felt that good to him! His brutal pace never relented, staying the same until both of you got closer to your orgasm. "Kaelix, p-please! Wanna cum, please!" you moaned as you pulled him closer for a hungry and sloppy French kiss. "You'll have to do some more to get to cum, my precious puppy. Start by barking, will you?" the bouncer said as he really tried to not sound any more whiny than you, that would be really embarrassing for him. "N-no! I can't do that! Too embarrassing!" you whimpered as you clawed at the bouncer's back, knowing full well you'd need a tiny bit more help from him to get there.

And then, he stopped altogether. A desperate whimper left your mouth, and you pouted at him. "If you want to cum, you know what you have to do, pup," Kaelix said as he left a gentle kiss on your forehead. You sighed, weighing the options in your head. You decided to set all your shame aside for now and complied. "Wruff, arf, bork!" you barked, and that satisfied the bouncer as he immediately picked up that brutal pace again. "Keep barking until you cum." he demanded, so that's what you did. You kept barking for him, your orgasm rushing back to you at a rapid pace. Your boyfriend angled his hips downwards so his dick would be rubbing against your clit with every move of his hips. Your barks were mixed with desperate whimpers now, that delicious edge was so damn close... And then, it snapped. Your vision sparked white as you came so hard that you squirted all over your boyfriend's dick, who followed soon after.

But his dick stayed firm inside you. And after he rode out his orgasm, he picked up the pace once more, overstimulating both of you to no end for many rounds to come. "W-wait! Kaelix, wait! Let's-let's take a break!" you whined, but it seems your boyfriend has suddenly gone deaf, except he hasn't. He was listening to every needy sound you were making. He gave you orgasm after orgasm, and fat globs of tears kept spilling from your eyes as the overstimulation became more and more with each passing round. He decided to test your limits just a little more as one hand snaked over to your neck and gently wrapped around it, such a sharp contrast to his harsh thrusts. He looked at you questioningly, and since you were already ruined anyway, what would a tiny bit more matter? You nodded, and the bouncer started closing his hand around your throat bit by bit. Your tears spilt even more freely now as you struggled to breathe, but he wouldn't allow you to actually pass out. He had done this before, so he knew exactly how far he could go. "That's right, pup. Cry for me. Show me those beautiful tears of yours," the bouncer said as he continued to fight his own overstimulation. He could tell you were getting closer once more, and he decided that would be the final orgasm for the night since he had already ripped so many from you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the most intense orgasm of the night washed over you. The bouncer knew that this was the time to release your neck, letting fresh air filled with the smell of sex into your lungs. With just a few more thrusts, your boyfriend released inside of you one final time. He was pretty much spurting water at this point, but god, he could never get enough of your pussy.

The bouncer collapsed on top of you, struggling just as hard to breathe as you were. And then...

"Well, well, well... Seems like you two really enjoyed each other, huh?" Zeal said as he entered the bedroom. "Oh my fucking god?! How long have you been listening? What are you doing home already?!" you asked as a blush appeared on your face. "Long enough, darling. I would ask for a favour from such a good puppy, but you look spent, so I will spare you," the bartender said with a chuckle as he undressed and plopped down next to both of you to go to sleep along with you. Maybe you would be willing for some more action in the morning.