#we do not kos even in the arctic

[atlaculture]

hi, i don't know if you answer these types of questions but i wanted to ask that is there a way i could make my oc who's ethnically (african-american, afro-bahamian and ashkenazi jewish) a bender? i first thought of her as a waterbender, but because the water tribes are based on arctic communities i don't think it works. is there any option that would work in this case?

Personally, I'm of the opinion that our OCs can be from any nation, regardless of where we draw our cultural inspirations from. With this current Avatar renaissance, the franchise is taking in even more varied sources than the original 2000s show.

@jasmine-green-t has an amazing post about how the four elements system would coincide with different African cultures and beliefs:

https://www.tumblr.com/narrativelysignificantturtleduck/744626586736869376/this-is-a-really-cool-post-and-ive-had-this

I suppose my approach to introducing new cultures into the series would depend on the nation...

Fire - One of the Fire Nation islands has a culture that's more isolated/unique compared to the Chinese/Thai culture we see on the "main" island. Example in canon: The Sun Warriors.

Earth - Similarly, the Earth Kingdom is such a large landmass that an isolated area with its own distinct culture separate from the rest of the EK makes perfect sense. Examples in canon: Kyoshi Island, Song's Village, the Si Wong Desert, etc.

Water - The Water Tribe has settlements all over the globe. The settlements end up developing cultures that are very different from the arctic traditions of the poles. Example in canon: The Foggy Swamp.

Air - The Air Nomads take inspiration from different Buddhist traditions and religious sites, rather than a specific country's practices. However, your character could be an airbender with Air Nomad ancestry, without necessarily being involved in the Air Nomad culture/practices. Example in canon: Korra Season 3.

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter tenth

summary: steve freaks out over nothing, everyone likes boobies and you like to get on people's nerves. also billy can't take his eyes off of you.

warnings: like smutty thoughts? alcohol too.

listen to: Arabella - Arctic Monkeys | Bad girls - M.I.A (playlist here)

Also like right now we're feeling like cool it girls, so I have the playlist for the mood of y/n here

word count: 3.1k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

You’d tried throughout the afternoon to remain as quiet and calm as possible, trying not to overthink about the party that day but it seemed always impossible. It would be your first party since April and that wasn’t exactly a great experience. Not with what happened with Craig after the fact but now here was your chance and you couldn’t waste it, especially now that you wanted to run for student president, you needed to attend, you couldn’t let people forget you over the weekend before you were nothing new. 

Therefore, you tried to dress as old-fashion and modestly as you possibly could so Craig wouldn’t flip out. You’d decided to wear some jeans and a sweater that you’d probably worn to school already, you’d also decided to wear a soft make-up look and your hair was just blown dry. You were ready just as Steve arrived and Craig had accepted your outfit option without looking too much into the small bag that you decided to take as well. Steve didn’t think anything of it either as he opened the door for you and then drove to Robin’s place, where she and Eddie were already waiting for both of you. 

It was only until then that you started to show off who you truly were. 

“What what the fuck are you doing?” Steve shrieked, holding the steering wheel tighter as you took off your sweater and threw it to the back of the car where Eddie was waiting for it before he handed you a rather tight and small white t-shirt with a Queen logo over it. 

“What?” you asked, before pulling the shirt over your head and trying to see how you looked in the mirror. “You haven’t seen a girl in a bra before?” you teased. 

Steve quickly rolled his eyes as he heard Robin and Eddie snickering in the backseat. 

“Yeah, Steve haven’t you?” Eddie mocked while Steve glared at all of you while you proceeded to take your pants off as well. 

“Y/N!” Steve shrieked again while you simply rolled the jean down your legs before reaching for your bag and taking the mini black skirt that you’d waiting to use for a while and placing it on. 

“Steve, get over it!” you yelled back, which only served for Robin and Eddie to laugh louder than before. 

“It’s not me,” Steve stated annoyingly. “It’s Robin,” he explained, Robin quickly glared at him as her cheeks turned a bright red as she looked away. 

“Shut up,” she quickly growled at Steve, swatting at his arm hard while you and Eddie laughed loudly. 

“Don’t worry, Robin,” you stated looking back at her with a soft smile. “I think all of us like boobies,” you said with a shrug and there was a beat of silence in the car as it dawned on them what you meant by that. 

“Oh,” Steve and Robin stated at the same time as they looked at you. 

Eddie just had the biggest smirk as you started to take out some make-up from your bag and began to paint your eyes, unaware of their expressions. 

“Oh, yeah we do,” Eddie stated with a smirk. 

Steve hadn’t been kidding about the craziness of the party. Within minutes of arriving, you felt like you’d walked into a crazy mess of teens on the front lawn cheering on guys that were drinking on a keg stand while they were people grinding on each other or simply nearly having sex against a wall. The thrill you felt as soon as you got in was something that you hadn’t felt in a while, especially when you were finally feeling like you were dressing like yourself. 

You were aware of how your outfits were at school and the impressions they gave to people and yes, you enjoyed dressing like that, even more taking into account that the clothes you were wearing were your mother’s when she was young. You’d kept it all. You’d enjoyed the fashion of the 70s and how it reminded you how she was when she was young and not sick. It felt like you were with her most of the time. But then, there were sometimes when you would like to dress as you saw in magazines and with people, and there were sometimes when you wished you could express who you truly were. 

But the school didn’t make the cut, especially with Craig being so hyperaware of how you presented yourself since it would reflect on him. 

So, being able to dress how you actually wanted was something that felt so freeing. 

The t-shirt that Eddie had brought you had fitted you perfectly, you’d hidden the sleeves a bit so it looked better while it fell exactly on the right place over your black mini skirt (you had to be careful though because you were beyond sure that if you bend over a little bit more than what you’d planned, you would probably give someone a very nice look of your panties). Moreover, you were wearing tall knee-high boots with heels that made you look so good that you could cry. You’d finished the look by applying a bit too much mascara and eyeliner but it fitted nicely with the outfit. 

And you felt good, so good that you’d walked into that house with a sense of confidence that you probably hadn’t experienced in a while. 

You felt stronger. Better. Hardened. More powerful. 

Invincible. 

Even more, as you entered the party with Eddie, Steve, and Robin by your side as people turned around to watch you, blinking slowly and confused while you walked through the hallway towards the living room where people were dancing the most. 

By the time you entered the kitchen, you were pretty sure everyone in the party was aware of your new look and you were correct, to the point that Tommy H. had run, ran to the pool so he could tell Billy that you’d arrived. 

“The new girl isn’t just hot,” he stated as he placed a hand on Billy’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly and with an emotion that Billy probably hadn’t seen before. “She’s actually smoking hot. I repeat the new girl is actually smoking hot.”

It wasn’t like Billy didn’t know that already. He knew since the first time he had laid eyes on you that you were the most beautiful girl that you’d ever seen. But there he is, walking towards the beer pong that’s a little bit closer to the living room just so he can see you, an element of intrigue dancing across his features as he leans a bit over the beer pong table, announcing that he wants to play when honestly his eyes were just searching for you, and when he found you, Billy’s lips parted slightly as he looked you over. 

You did look good, god, you looked gorgeous.  

You were downing shots with your friends in the kitchen with the same unbelievably short skirt he’d seen you wear when you first met. In all honesty, you hadn’t been paying much attention to people, you were just determined on dancing all night long and having fun with your friends, maybe get to know other people but nothing else. 

“Just drink it!” Robin insisted as she took the red solo cup and placed it in your hand. Honestly, it didn’t smell quite good, it had to be some kind of outrageous mixed alcoholic beverage and you weren’t exactly planning to get drunk, just tipsy enough for you to have a good time and relax a bit. 

Suddenly, you felt pinpricks on the back of your neck, a feeling as if the hairs were rising on your neck. Some one was watching you intently and you knew just who it was. Running a hand slowly through your hair, you looked over your shoulder, searching for them. 

And there they were, those strikingly blue eyes gazing at you 

Billy let out a playful grin on his lips, relishing in the way your eyes widened as you noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything but some red shorts. He was all sunkissed skin and sharp lines, you could already see from where you were each ridge of his muscular chest, even under the shadow of the night. Your eyes flickered across his features, taking him entirely, how the drops of water fell on his skin, rolled through it. 

God, you hated him. 

He looks like an action figure, you thought. 

You knew he was muscular and hot, you weren’t fucking blind but seeing him there and standing like that? Maybe it was the alcohol, it had to be because there could be no way that you were feeling dizzy just by looking at Billy Hargrove without a shirt. You quickly looked away for a second before knocking out another shot, but you’d just been too obvious. 

Too fucking obvious, you realized. 

You didn’t dare to look at Billy again after that and you busied yourself with your friends, knocking back shot after shot until you were tipsy enough to scream loudly as you heard a David Bowie song that had you pulling Steve, Eddie, and Robin to the dance floor, where Nancy and Jonathan already where. Time passed and although you weren’t falling all over the place, you were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol on your bloodstream. You twirled, hands above your head as you giggled and moved your hips to the music. You smiled up at Steve and Eddie with a dopey grin, head bopping to the beat of the music while you jumped when the music got too good. And then, you weren’t exactly sure when you lost Robin and Eddie and then Steve and ended up on the patio, looking for some fresh air. 

That’s when you found him, he was standing at the edge of the pool with Tommy and some other guys a little way across the patio his attention was not on the conversation at all. He was watching you, you had his undivided attention.

There was a flush on your cheeks, you aren’t sure though whether it’s from the heat or from the way that he was looking at you. 

“See something that you like, y/l/n?” he teased. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, but you started to walk towards him, getting real close but you couldn’t feel if you were going because of your own volition or because of the pull of his heated gaze. A slow grin grew on his face as you approached him, although you didn’t know exactly what your plan was. You stopped directly in front of him, a playful grin on your lips as you relished in the slight confusion on Billy’s gaze, hidden between clear pleasure. 

You leaned into him, slowly and close enough for your lips to touch his ear. Billy did his best not to shudder at the feeling and you did yours to not feel goosebumps appearing on your skin when your arm touched his wet skin. 

“Keep on dreaming, Hargrove,” you whispered, so close to him that Billy could smell the alcohol you’d drink before you spun on your heels and walked away from him. 

His friends looked just as amused as you were by your sudden appearance and they started to holler at you as soon as you let Billy with the words caught up in his throat. You could hear some cheering from other people and lewd comments to Billy as well but you pay them no mind. Now, you were just worrying to find Eddie or Robin or anyone of the others so you could stop walking around like a lost puppy. 

But you ran into someone that you honestly had been avoiding too. 

Jason Craver walked up to you without a second thought and you cursed mentally that you’d drink so much that you couldn’t swerve him as you’d been doing at school. 

“Funny seeing you here,” Jason said as he held the red solo cup in his hand, he was wearing an all-American boy outfit and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes. 

“Sure,” you stated with a small smile, your eyes still roaming the patio, trying to find your friends. 

“And seeing you dressed like this?” he stated as his eyes lingered on your body a smirk appearing while he watched your skin. 

Your eyes immediately narrowed. 

“What do you mean?” you snapped and you could tell as his eyes widened at 

“I…” he stuttered, stumbling into his words before he quickly changed the topic while you waited, irritation drawn on your face as you waited for him. “I heard that you’re running for student council president,” Jason finally said, deciding it would be the best route of conversation if he didn’t want you cursing him off. 

“How did you hear that?” you frowned. 

“Heard it today in the cafeteria,” Jason explained and you frowned, you never realized people were actually snooping in on conversations. “I’m running too,” he stated, chest puffing out a bit. 

You rose a brow. 

“Why you?” you asked him seriously, you’d seen Jason, you were aware that he was popular and was a well-round good boy but you hadn’t exactly pictured him as your competition; you honestly believed it would be someone like Nancy being on the race. 

“Oh, it’s normal that the King of Hawkins is the president of the student council,” he explained to you, amused by your question as if it was silly for you to be asking that. 

Fuck him, you thought. 

“So why Billy isn’t?”

You immediately noticed that you’d touched a nerve and you tried not to let your lips quirk up at how Jason’s breath caught in his throat or how his jaw clenched when you brought up Billy and more specifically that he was King of Hawkins, not Jason. 

“He doesn’t have the best reputation with the teachers,” he muttered while he looked away for a second and cleared his throat. 

He was easy to rile up with just a few choice words and it only made you want to continue. 

“But his grades are good,” you insisted. 

“It’s not about grades,” Jason finally snapped as he glared at you but you frowned at his reply.

“So, it’s a popularity contest?” you asked. “Not the one who would actually try to make a change?”

Jason chuckled and you hated how condescending his laugh was. “Something like that, but hey,” he said as he suddenly leaned closer to you. “Let’s stop talking about school, I was wondering if you were free on …”

Jason’s words quickly died in his mouth and you weren’t sure exactly why until you felt a strong arm looping around your waist and lifting you from the ground while you yelped.  

The scent of sea and cigarette immediately invaded your space, you could feel his body heat directly behind you as he plastered you against his strong chest. 

“Sorry, Jason,” Billy muttered with a smirk on his face as he pulled you away from the blonde guy. 

He wasn’t sorry. Billy had actually been waiting for you a while, he’d been waiting that you finally finish talking with the guy so he could talk to you, so he could at least get a chance you see your smile and flushed cheeks because of the alcohol, to see if you could at least whisper one more time into his ear because it had already sent him into overdrive. But when he noticed Jason getting a bit closer to you, he was aware that he needed to step in. 

And the best thing he could think was this. 

“What are you doing?” you snapped angrily at him as you tried to squirm from his strong hold on you but he didn’t care as you swatted at him. 

Billy chuckled as he raised you a bit higher and you cursed loudly as you tried to pull down your skirt, hoping that no one had taken a peak of your underwear. 

“You’ll see, princess,” He stated mischievously, which only served you to be more uneasy as you glanced around trying to figure out what he was trying to do. 

But then you soon caught up as you glanced at the pool. 

Hell no. 

“You are not going to throw me!” you snapped quickly at him as you reached the edge and Billy quickly and impressively moved you around as if you were a toy, dragging your body to the edge of the pool, to the point that you had to raise your legs so you didn’t touch the water. 

“Oh, don’t be such a bore,” he teased, as he moved you around again and planted your feet on the ground, almost trying to lift you into his shoulders but you quickly screamed and pulled away from him while Billy simply chuckled louder. 

People were starting to turn around to see your interaction and you could feel their eyes burning you while some began to cheer and laugh as they stared at the stand-off you were having with Billy. 

You glared at him as you tried to pull yourself together, the alcohol making your actions a little bit slower while you tried to pull down your skirt and brush your hair with your hand before your eyes landed on him. Billy was already wet as he placed his hands on his hips and waited for you defiantly. You stared at him for a second, the red trunks riding low on his hips, enough for you to glance for more than a second at the V shape muscles he had, then staring at the cut of his biceps and the smooth muscles of his frame. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, it had to be the alcohol because you were playing a really dangerous game with Billy Hargrove right there. 

“You want me to get into the pool?” you teased with a flirty grin as you gave a step closer to him. 

Billy decided at that moment that he was seeing the girl he’d met at dawn riding in her bike with no care in the world, finally. 

“I. want. you. to get into the pool,” he muttered lowly, stepping even closer to you but you didn’t give a step back, instead, you leaned into him. 

“You have to earn it, Hargrove,” you murmured slowly placing a hand over his chest, shallowing discreetly so he couldn’t see how your face flushed up when you finally touch him. 

People began to cheer around and scream for you, they loved it and soon all of the party had turned around just to check what you and Billy were actually doing. 

“What do you suggest?” Billy asked, his gaze turning dark and heated. 

“Strip poker,”

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author's note: okay maybe i got the expectations a bit too high for this chapter when it's the following two that have more like excitement but i swear it's going to be worth it, i'll try to hurry up with the updates too but take into account it's a slowburn. I hope i didn't excite you too much last chapter for nothing and i really hope that you enjoyed it. as always your comments make sleepign at 1 am to write this worth it!! thank you so so so much all. as always let me know your thoughts!!!

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[dracoaday]

Drawing a dragon one day at a time…

Howdy! I’m Cosmo! My main blog for anything else including other art is @cosmohause and this is my (thing) a day blog, this time with dragons! Which definitely has been done before, I was very much inspired by @/onewolfaday, unlike them, I’ll be doing one dragon per day.

Be it your standard western dragon, wyvern, drake, etc. or sometimes even fan art of dragon characters! (Like toothless).

FAQ Stuff under the cut!

QUESTIONS

Q: Do you do requests? A: I do! Take note that it may be a little while before I get around to yours. Which they MUST be from an existing piece of media (i.e HTTYD), or simply just a dragon existing in folklore/mythology. If anything they'll be random little dragons, maybe my own OC's who knows.

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[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

There’d Better Be a Mirrorball

Pairing: Dick Grayson (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, break up

Word Count: 1371

A/N: Here’s the Dick Grayson angst I mentioned! It’s based on There’d Better Be a Mirrorball by Arctic Monkeys and is the result of spending too much time on trains while in Italy. This isn’t based on any particular version of Dick’s character, so ignore the gif. Anyway, I don’t think I’ll ever do a part 2, but I hope you like it!!

(thanks to @yanna-banana and @stargirl25 for initially showing interest in this!)

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Dick pushed down the aching in his chest and downed the shot of whiskey the bartender passed him. He let himself face the bar for another minute, taking in his haggard appearance in the mirror behind the rows and rows of high end spirits. The people surrounding the bar were either too drunk or too preoccupied with the people around them to pay any attention to Bruce Wayne’s oldest son. For once, he was glad. He needed another minute before he re-joined the dancing crowd.

When he couldn’t put it off any longer, he rolled his shoulders and perfected his smile in the mirror before turning and walking back into the mass of people. He had absolutely no idea what this particular fundraiser was for, only that Bruce needed a show of familiar support for the night. And as much as his heart was breaking, he couldn’t find it in him to say no to family.

She’ll be packing the last of her bags now.

He shook his head and sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to only focus on the present and not let his emotions consume him. He could do this.

“I’m surprised you showed up. Thought you’d be drowning yourself in a bottle of Shiraz, eating Chinese and watching About Time right now.”

He spun around to find Jason watching him with a raised eyebrow. His white streak was hidden beneath box dye and he was wearing an impeccable suit and tie, but even though he had technically been resurrected medically and legally now, Dick was still surprised to find him willingly attending a gala.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Geez, no need to sound so surprised.” Jason rolled his eyes and stepped forward, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “Babs told me, I thought… I thought you might need someone who could help you tap out, if you needed to leave.”

Dick screwed his eyes shut and focused on breathing. “I’m fine.”

“Sure. But if you find you aren’t, I’m around.” Jason gave a stiff nod once Dick had forced his eyes open again.

Dick returned it. “Thanks. Do you actually know what this thing is for?”

“Haven’t a clue.” Jason snorted, and just for a moment, all Dick could see was the twelve year old who had clung to him the entire night of his first gala. Dick had hated it with a passion, wanted nothing more than to pass Jason off on someone, but now he wouldn’t change it for the world. Funny how ten years made that much of a difference.

“We the only two here?” Dick scanned his eyes over the room.

“Us and Damian, who looks even happier to be here than you do.” Jason looked thoroughly pleased at that prospect but Dick didn’t have the energy to tell him off.

So, instead he just hummed. Jason frowned slightly, clearly picking up on Dick’s emotions.

“I thought you’d be with her.” Jason said softly.

“We agreed it was better if I wasn’t; less fuss and all that. We said goodbye yesterday.” Tears burned his eyes again and he dug his teeth into his cheek to try and stop them falling. He focused his eyes on the Mirrorball, watching the reflected light dance across the ceiling. He didn’t really understand why a gala would have one, but he wasn’t complaining. They always reminded him of the circus.

He stayed staring at the glittering reflections for a while, barely noticing Jason’s presence, until the second Robin choked on his champagne.

“Holy fuck.” Jason spluttered, staring past him.

He glanced over his shoulder and felt his heart freeze in his chest. He was convinced he had been dosed with something; fear toxin or something of Ivy’s because there was no way she could be here. She had a fight to catch in four hours for Christ’s sake! No, this couldn’t be happening.

But Jason was clearly seeing exactly what he was.

“Dickie, what the hell are you waiting for?” Jason shoved his shoulder.

That was all the prompt he needed, and before he even knew what he was doing, his feet were carrying him towards the entrance to the ball room. Towards her.

“You have a plane to catch.” Dick choked out.

“I have a little time to spare.” Y/N said it so nonchalantly, like they were talking about the weather.

“Y/N-”

“One last night.” She cut him off. “I couldn’t just go. I couldn’t.”

He nodded and stepped forward, cupping her face with one of her hands as his other wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. She rested her forehead against his and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling into the hair at the base of his neck.

“Dance with me?” He whispered.

She smiled. “Always.”

He tugged her out into the middle of the dancefloor, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck, even though the music was too fast to be dancing like that. But neither of them cared.

“How long?” He asked, tears burning his lash lines.

“Half an hour. I already ordered a car.” She brushed a thumb along his cheek as a tear slipped out. “Don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry and then we will make the front page tomorrow.” She smiled and he chuckled wetly. “I’m sorry for coming here. I know we said we wouldn’t, but I just couldn’t leave without seeing you one last time.”

“Don’t apologise. I think Jason was about ten minutes away from calling me a cab to meet you at the airport because he couldn’t stand my moping.” He said, smiling as she laughed.

“Okay, enough moping for now then. We have thirty minutes and I just want to spend them with you.” She pressed her head against the side of his as he somehow managed to pull her closer.

“Okay.” He agreed.

The music changed to something slower, something that was in time with the way they were swaying, and he had a feeling it was Jason’s doing. He made a mental reminder to thank him later and then made himself focus on the present. On keeping Y/N pressed against him for what might be the last time as the Mirrorball bathed them in glittering light.

But all too soon he felt the tell tale sign of the alarm of her watch buzzing against his neck. He took a deep breath as she pressed closer against him for a moment before pulling back slightly. There were tears in her eyes and he wasn’t sure he was faring much better. She didn’t have say anything, the question was in her eyes and he nodded in response, taking her hand in his and leading her through the crowd to the main door.

The cold air did nothing to alleviate the heaviness in his heart as they got closer and closer to the inevitable.

“That’s the car.” She said, barely above a whisper as she nodded towards a silver Honda.

He nodded and pulled her against him again, pressing his lips to her temple. “I love you. I’ll always love you. You know where I’ll be if you ever need anything.”

“I love you too.” She smiled and cupped his face in her hands before pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him softly, neither of them bothered by the saltiness brought on by their tears. “You know where I’ll be if you ever need to get away, or decide you don’t need Nightwing anymore.”

He nodded and kissed her again. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Dickie.” She pressed one more chaste kiss to his lips and walked away. She looked back once more before she got in the car and the both understood what the other wanted to say.

And then she was gone.

He took several deep breaths and wiped at his face to clear his tears before turning and walking back inside. He caught Jason’s eyes across the room and the younger man held up two glasses of an amber liquid. He smiled slightly at that, as his eyes drifted up to the Mirrorball again. Maybe there were some perks to staying where he was.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter 9: Camping

“Hey, you wanna go camping?”

“Camping?” Surprised about the question, Stephen raised an eyebrow. His phone in one hand, he gestured with his other to Wong and stepped out of the room. “Why?”

“I just need to get out for a few days. It’s a Were thing. Usually helps with the nightmares, too.” Tony spun around on the chair in his lab, biting his lower lip. If anyone asked him why he asked Stephen to accompany him, he would say he didn’t know. But that would be a lie.

Truth was, he wanted Stephen to come along. Just the two of them in the middle of nowhere. Tony really liked to torture himself. “Normally I go to Mexico,” he explained on the phone. “But if you join I would look for somewhere less sunny.”

“And will you stay all furry during the trip?”

“Probably not the whole time.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, you’re joining?”

“Yes, Tony. I’m going camping with you.”

A smile cracked out on the engineer’s face. “Okay. Great.”

~~

It wasn’t difficult to convince Wong to guard the Sanctum in his absence. In fact, Wong seemed to approve that Stephen took a few days off.

Stephen and Tony agreed to travel by portal since it was much less flashy than taking the jet. They met a few days later with their luggage, which really wasn’t a lot.

Tony showed the sorcerer a photo of a cabin and Stephen opened a gateway. He should have known that camping with Tony Stark didn’t mean small tents and sleeping bags. Instead they had a cozy cabin in the woods.

The air was noticeably cooler than in New York. And while in Greenwich, had the sun just been setting, there was the deepest night here. Besides that, it was quiet, except for the soft rustling of the wind in the tree.

“Where are we?” Stephen asked, not recognizing the area when he looked around.

“The Ural Mountains.”

Stephen paused. “Ural as in Ural, Russia?”

“Well, yes.” Tony shouldered his bag and walked to the front porch. “It’s perfect. Only 5.6% population per square kilometer, 5 hours sunlight a day at this time of the year and currently a very vampire friendly 41° Fahrenheit. That’s 5° in Celsius.”

"I know how to convert that." Stephen picked up his bag and followed him. “Is this yours?”

Tony shook his head. “I traded with a business partner for a year. He gets a house at the sea in Spain.”

The sorcerer had a strong suspicion that said business partner was also a Were. Well, he won’t complain.

The inside of the cabin was cozy but modern. With a full stocked kitchen – Stephen wouldn’t need anything from it anyway – and plenty of room for two.

“Do you need to store your juice boxes in the fridge?” Tony asked while checking out the kitchen.

“No, I can go without them for a few days.” And if he did need something, he would portal and grab it. He watched Tony as the engineer peered behind each kitchen cabinet door like a curious dog. “So, what do you normally do when you go on these ‘camping’ trips?”

“Mostly, I run,” the engineer admitted.

“Do you want to go on a run while I unpack?”

“Nah, it can wait until the sun is up. Let’s go check out the area. I was told there’s a lake nearby.”

They went on outside.

Stephen wore civilian clothes for a change. In fact, he wore just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, although it was clearly too cold for that. But he seemed comfortable, even enjoying the biting wind. But then, he probably would enjoy a vacation in the Arctic.

Tony had thrown another jacket over his sweater. When he was out as a wolf, temperatures were less a problem with his thick fur.

Both had no trouble seeing in the dark with their heightened senses.

Less than half of the moon was visible in the night sky. A beautiful crest of cold, silvery light.

For some it might be a symbol of danger for it was the time when the shadows formed and predators came out to hunt. Those who did not wish to be seen could move about. Creatures of the night and the dark. Like vampires.

The moon itself didn’t shine. It just reflected the light of the sun, like an enchanted version of the source of so much life.

Still, it was the only kind of sunlight that did not burn Stephen and his kind. Yet, his undead condition was much more apparent as the bleak light danced across his pale skin.

The sight distracted Tony from the fact that he was feeling restless. He still was fidgeting, suppressing the urge to move faster. To stretch his legs and just run.

But he held back. Stephen was here with him and if there was one thing better than running, it was walking next to the sorcerer.

Finally the promised lake came into view. The surface shimmered invitingly in the moonlight, and Tony ran ahead. He kicked off his shoes, rolled up his pant legs, and waded into the shallow shore water, kicking it like a playful dog.

Stephen let him without commenting on it. He realized that it was important for the Were to get rid of the excess energy. He sat down in the grass on the shore and watched him patiently. There was something endearing about seeing the engineer this carefree.

After a while Tony came back and dropped down next to him. “We should go skinny dipping.”

“No.”

Tony pursed his lips. “You’re a killjoy.”

“And you will get hypothermia if you jump into the ice cold water.”

Which was true, but the Were did not admit that. He didn't say anything and that was almost the same as admitting it.

He shook the water off his feet and put his socks and shoes back on.

The small dots of stars shine brightly in the night sky.

“Do you miss sunlight?”

The question was simple yet complicated. It wasn’t merely the ability to go out in the sun that Stephen lost the day he was turned.

“I miss meeting people during the day,” the Vamp admitted. Humans after all weren’t creatures of the night. Not truly. And besides the people of Kamar-Taj, Christine was the only other person that knew when he had become.

And now of course Tony and Peter.

He had seen plenty of indirect sunlight in the Sanctum. Sometimes he stood at a window, simply watching people for hours. It was a perfect allegory of how life was for him now. He was no longer part of the human world. Only a bystander, forced to stand in the shadows.

The number of vampires among the sorcerers wasn’t exactly small. There were also other species beside humans.

Still, sometimes Stephen couldn’t help but mourn what he had lost.

Tony’s eyes met his and for a moment Stephen felt seen. It felt like the engineer looked behind his cold demeanor and saw that behind everything, Stephen was a lonely man.

It should be alarming, the sorcerer wasn’t normally one to share his deepest feelings and fears.

But he wasn’t able to look away from those warm, brown eyes. He didn’t know what it was about the Were that made Stephen trust him.

A creature sinfully inviting.

He should stay away.

Yet, Stephen found himself on this camping trip with the man.

If they weren’t a vampire and a werewolf, he would have read more into the invitation. But they were what they were. Both not human and almost on opposite ends of the humanoid spectrum. At least that's how it appeared to Stephen.

Tony was the epitome of sunshine. Chattily, outgoing and socially accepted.

Stephen hid what he was, for vampires were generally considered bloodthirsty monsters, driven by instincts that only told them to feed. To kill. Unfortunately, that was true in most cases.

His down-spiral thoughts were interrupted by Tony, who noticed the faint bright strip on the horizon. “We should head back.”

He stood up and held out his hand to Stephen to help him up. In the first second the sorcerer just blinked, his thoughts still trailing in that negative direction. But it was forgotten as soon as he took Tony’s hand and he let himself be pulled to his feet.

Contrary to his expectations, Tony did not let go of his hand afterwards. Even more, the Were’s finger intertwined with his when he pulled him along, walking the path back to the cabin.

If he was physically able to blush, Stephen was sure his face would be red. At least his cheeks felt hot. It was ridiculous, he shouldn’t be flustered by a simple gesture like this.

On the way back Tony was much calmer than before, more content.

Only when they arrived back at the cabin, Stephen withdrew his fingers from Tony’s, and he missed the warmth of his hand instantly. “I’m going to prepare for the day.”

The werewolf nodded. “Sleep well,” he said, although he knew that vampires did not really sleep. The undead did need to rest, but not like the living.

Stephen usually used the time to meditate. He stepped into the bedroom he had chosen before and closed the shutters from the outside and the curtains from the inside to block out the sun. And just to be on the safe side – and because he was in a foreign house – he cast a spell into him that helped him not to burn immediately if any sunlight should touch his skin.

He looked around the room. The furniture was made of heavy wood, probably oak and cherry. There was a bed, a drawer and next to it a bench with additional storage space.

Stephen chose to sit on the bed, his legs crossed with his back to the wall. He took a deep breath to calm down and get into the right state of his mind.

The temperature in his room remained comfortable for the vampire. He knew it would rise a little during the day, but he trusted Tony to keep an eye on him.

Then he closed his eyes.

~~

Tony, meanwhile, treated himself to a snack and some water in the kitchen. He waited some time to see if Stephen would need anything and only when the first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, he was sure that this was not the case and he left the cabin.

There was a shed on the backside of the cabin, and next to it, there was enough firewood stacked to get a small family through a winter. Tony and Stephen wouldn't need any though. While the Were liked a nice bonfire or the coziness of an indoor fireplace, fire was one of the few things that posed an absolutely deadly threat to vampires.

And Tony didn't want the sorcerer anywhere near such a danger.

He took off his clothes and stowed them next to the tools in the shed. The cold gave him goose bumps and he hurried to shift.

His bones changed, grew longer. Adjusted, stronger muscles stretched over them. Dark brown fur sprouted from his skin. His senses became sharper and the scents around him more present.

It was prominent now to him that the cabin belonged to another werewolf, but it felt friendly enough that it didn't bother him.

Then he started running.

Just straight forward. Moving fast over the barren, solid ground of this land.

It cleared his head. As a wolf, he acted more on instinct; following smells and noises. He stretched his limbs, his back, and enjoyed the opportunity to move in full speed for once.

He ran several miles until his lungs burned and only then slowed down. Finally coming to a stop, he threw himself on the ground to roll in the dust like a young dog. It was great.

Afterwards he felt more settled. There was no more itching that made him fidget.

He continued to move at a more leisurely pace and changed directions to make a semicircle so as not to stray too far from the cabin. He also paid more attention to his surroundings now.

He found a creek nearby and drank some clear water before he curiously explored the unfamiliar area, following a few tracks of local animals.

Although the area was deserted, there was much for the Were to discover.

A herd of wild boar had crossed this path a few hours ago. Most of the birds took flight before him and perched on branches a safe distance away, chirping at him from up there. He spotted a polecat, but it was too small to hunt. No challenge at all.

The sun rose higher, but the temperature barely exceeded 57°F. With his fur, he did not mind much.

A hare had the misfortune not to escape him fast enough and ended up as his lunch.

It was not until sunset that he made his way back to the cabin. If he were alone on this trip, he would also spend the night out in the wilderness, but now it felt like he was called back.

Stephen was already awake when he arrived. The sorcerer was reading a book as he sat on a swing on the front porch. Today he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his marble carved-like forearms, which was very much appreciated by Tony.

Seeing the man made the rational and human part of the werewolf's brain come back online faster than it normally would.

The sorcerer looked up when he heard the paws approaching him and put his book aside with a smile. “Did you have a good run?”

Tony huffed in agreement, not shifting back yet.

Stephen reached out his hand to scratch the wolf’s ears. The Were climbed onto his lap with his front paws and rubbed his cheek on Stephen’s chest and shoulder, scenting the clothes. It just felt like the right thing to do.

The sorcerer pushed Tony's head away from him as his muzzle moved further up to his neck. “No dog drool in my face,” he scolded, but his voice betrayed him. Sure, Tony was in his wolf form, but he still smelled mostly like his human form. And that scent was very inviting.

His slender fingers brushed through the fur on his neck, where normally a vampire would bite. It was awfully close to the place where werewolves put their mating bites.

Tony stilled under his touch, looking at him with trust. Awaiting.

But Stephen didn’t do anything further. He removed his hand and the moment went over.

Tony trotted back into the house. He was tired and could use a short nap. After all, he hadn't slept since last night and all the running today had worn him out.

Stephen stayed outside. It was fully dark now, but that didn't stop him from reading. He had hung a small portable lamp above the swing and enjoyed the frosty temperature, and that he could stay outside without being noticed.

Camping wasn't so bad after all.

He heard it before he saw anything. Footsteps, creeping closer. A heartbeat. He waited and listened without outwardly giving the impression that he was doing anything other than being focused on reading.

Stephen waited until the footsteps came to a halt, about 30 feet away, before he put the book aside and turned his head straight in that direction.

There was a figure among the trees; humanoid. The Vamp was ready to attack if necessary.

The person hesitated, but realized that they had been discovered. They took another step closer and sniffed the air

A Were, Stephen realized. He stood up to signal the man to not move any closer. He wanted to know who stood before him.

The Were seemed confused by Stephen’s presence and also wary. The sorcerer could now clearly identify him as male. He wore a full beard and shaggy, shoulder-length hair that gave him a wild appearance. He looked way more the classic werewolf than Tony in his suits and perfectly styled hair.

The Were said something in a language Stephen didn't understand.

“Do you speak English? नेपाली? Deutsch?” he asked, offering various languages, in which he was at least partially fluent.

“Did you move here?” The Were had a thick accent and Stephen needed a second to actually understand him.

“No, we merely rented the house for some time.”

He could see the man thinking about who ‘we’ could be. He continued to eye Stephen. "You are not the Were I smell here all around, are you?"

He did not mention with a word whether he found it strange that the sorcerer seemed to have no smell at all.

“That would be my companion.”

“Can I talk to him?”

Stephen nodded. He stepped to the front door and opened it without ever turning his back to the stranger.

The cabin was in the outback, but apparently not far away enough from another pack to notice their visit.

“Tony,” he called inside, knowing the fine ears of the engineer would hear him. “We have a guest who wants to speak to you.”

The delayed answer came in a sleepy voice. But at least it confirmed that the engineer was back in human form. “Who is it?”

“For all I know it could be your long lost cousin or something like that.” It was a sneaky way to inform him that their visitor was a werewolf.

Genius that Tony was, he understood immediately.

“Fuck, wait… I’m coming.”

There was a series of noises, before Tony came rushing outside. Stephen stared at him. He was wearing only boxers and Stephen’s shirt from yesterday. Did the Were sleep in his bed?

His brain short-circled for a second there, too busy ogling the toned legs – lots of skin in general – to notice Tony came to a halt in front of him, shielding him from the foreign werewolf. His stand was wide, not quite threatening but definitely with authority.

“Yes?”

The other Were shifted his feet but didn’t back away. “Do you know Marvan?” he asked in that same accent as before.

“I do.” Tony eyed the man. And then he surprised Stephen again by switching into what sounded not quite like Russian.

They exchanged a few words while slowly approaching each other. Stephen watched the two Weres in case he had to intervene, but their tone was surprisingly calm. They seemed to trade some questions and answers.

Still, Stephen saw Tony’s tense shoulders and stance; It was the opposite of being relaxed. He wouldn’t be surprised if they shifted any moment to circle each other.

But after a few minutes, they seemed to come to an agreement. Because both men nodded, now with friendlier expressions, and shook hands. Then the stranger said goodbye and left.

Tony waited until he was out of sight before turning back to the sorcerer.

Stephen's eyes were still on the Were's mostly bare legs. Or maybe again. He found it hard to think and make those little distinctions at the moment. It took a while to realize that he was being watched and his gaze moved up to Tony's face.

Their eyes met.

Tony was still surrounded by a mixture of his own and Stephen's scent. Stephen's focus was zooming in on the engineer's neck where he perceived the beating of a pulse. He licked his lips.

Then Tony moved and before Stephen knew it, he was kissing him.

It took his mind a second to catch up, but then he reciprocated with equal vigor.

The Were was chasing his tongue, marking his territory.

His breath was hot on Stephen’s lips. “We’re invited to a barbecue tomorrow night. We don’t have to go but it would be rude to miss it.”

Before Stephen's brain was able to form a cohesive thought, his mouth was already occupied by another kiss.

“Is it a Were thing?” he still managed to ask.

Tony nodded. His fingers had snuck under Stephen's shirt and were resting on his hip. “I can go alone if you don’t want to.”

That made Stephen pause and stare at him with his intense blue eyes, his pupils slowly getting back into focus.

There were so many reasons why this suggestion was wrong on so many levels. First off, they were on a foreign continent.

Secondly, they didn’t know the other Weres.

Sure, they were neighbors of a friend and maybe it was a pack thing. But still, Stephen would never let Tony go to them alone.

“I’m accompanying you,” he therefore clarified.

“Fuck, you’re great,” Tony muttered. He didn’t kiss the Vamp yet again, but his hands were everywhere, on his arms, his shoulders, exploring while his mind screamed ‘mine!’.

He realized that he was getting handy and forced himself to keep a little distance – or at least to withdraw his fingers. He didn't want to overwhelm the vampire who normally was rather reserved with physical contact. He was pleased that earlier Stephen had not only not flinched from his kiss attack, but had even reproduced it.

He was pretty sure he was buzzing with pheromones and energy at the moment.

Tony had just taken a nap after being on his feet for a whole day and a night but he felt restless again. This time the unexpected visit from the other Were was the main reason.

The area didn't feel as vast and endless as it had a few hours earlier. Sure, those neighbors were several miles and thus a good distance away, but Tony couldn't help but feel like his territories had been invaded.

Even if the guy stayed polite, Tony felt the need to check the borders, to check if the other Were truly left.

Stephen studied him, silently watching his every twitch. “Do you want to go running again?”

Tony closed his eyes, tried to calm down. He knew if he got too restless, it would affect the Vamp and he didn’t want to bother Stephen even more when his emotions were already all over the place.

“Kinda, but it can wait until sunrise,” he sighed.

Also, he didn't want to leave Stephen alone. On the one hand, because he liked the company. For another, because his protective instinct kicked in. Rationally, he knew the vampire was strong enough to stand up on his own, but his wolf brain yelled: protect!

Shit, he really was in deep.

He needed to notch it down.

Well, Tony never did anything half-assed.

“We could go on a walk if that would help you,” Stephen offered.

Tony thought it would also help him do more kissing.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said instead.

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Plus Two - Chapter 17

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic

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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  smut (MFF bisexual threesome, sex toys, pegging, train)

Synopsis:  Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire.  Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus two.

Chapter 17

“Your plane is ridiculous,” you said, climbing the stairs to the upper deck where Tony’s lavish master bedroom was contained.  “Why do you need it to be this big when it’s mostly only ever you, Pepper, and Rhodey in it?”

“Hey,” Tony argued, as he and Pepper followed after you.  “I do most of my flying in either a jumpseat or a metal box that was built exactly to fit me and nothing else.  I think I’ve earned a little luxury when I travel during my downtime.  Besides, it’s not like you never travel in a private jet.”

“A,” you said, counting it off on your finger.  “It’s not my private jet.  It’s the studio’s private jet that we use for tours.  And it could fit inside this one.  And the whole band uses it and our assistants, and our manager, and stylists, and usually someone from the label.”

You reached the bedroom and went inside.  Tony was already taking off his shirt and he shrugged.  “Guess that’s the difference between being a millionaire and being a billionaire.  Besides, after our twenty-two-hour flight, you’re gonna be thankful I had a nice king-size bed put in here.”

“What is this?”  Pepper asked as she shut the door.  “Some kind of rich person dick measuring contest.  Cut it out, please.”

“No, it’s not,” you pouted.  “Besides, it’s definitely me with the biggest dick.  I packed it in my carry-on if you want to compare.”

Tony looked around with his eyes wide.  “Really?” he said, sounding more than a little excited.

“Yes, really,” you said.  “Why?  You want me to get it out?”

Tony’s eyes flicked between you and Pepper and a grin slowly spread on his face.  “Are you kidding?  Yes, yes I want you to get it out.”

“Okay, eager beaver,” you said laughing.  “Go get naked and I’ll fuck you.  Pepper, you okay with that?”

“Of course, honey,” Pepper said.  “He can eat me out while you do.”

You smirked and headed into the bathroom with your carry-on.  It was way too big of a bathroom than a plane had any right to be, and was stylishly decorated in curved lines and white surfaces.  It did make changing into your strap-on harness a lot easier and it would mean that when you woke up tomorrow you could shower and arrive in Sydney feeling fresh and clean.

When you were naked except for your panties and the strap-on you stepped back out into the bedroom.  Tony and Pepper were already naked and tangled together on the king-sized bed.  Pepper had her hand in Tony’s hair, holding his head firmly in place as she dominated their kiss, her other hand was on his cock, slowly pumping it as he mewled into the kiss.

Pepper pulled back as you stepped out and looked over at you as you approached them both, lubing up the thick dildo you had in the harness.  You lubed it well.  Tony could do anal.  He liked it even.  You knew that he wouldn’t need a lot of preparation, but even knowing all that you coated the toy liberally - the viscous fluid dripping from it.

“Look at that,” Pepper said, watching as you approached.  “What a lucky boy you are having two women who take such good care of you.”  She looked up at you with a smirk.  “I plugged him while you were getting ready.”

“Oh good,” you said, coming over to them.  “Show me, Tony.”

Tony got up onto his hands and knees, pointing his ass at you and displaying the gold-colored plug with its red gem that was currently filling his ass.  You stepped up behind him and ran your hands over his ass.  “Fuck, you look hot,” you hummed.  You gripped the end of the plug and started wiggling it in his ass.  “You’re making me really wet, Tony.  This is gonna make it so much easier to fuck you.”

Tony groaned and pushed back against the plug.  “I want it, baby.”

“I know you do,” you said.  “How about you go down on Pepper for a bit, and when I start fucking you, you can start fucking her.”

All he could do was let out a needy moan in reply but when Pepper sat down in front of him with her legs spread he ducked his head down and began eating her out like a starving man.

Just watching them like that - with Tony presented to you and Pepper’s head falling back as he ate her out, was enough to soak through your panties.  You had a bullet vibe tucked into the harness, pressing against your clit, but you would wait to turn it on.  You didn’t want to come until it was with them.

You started to move the plug in and out of Tony’s ass.  It made a soft squelching sound thanks to the lube that Pepper had applied to it and every time you pulled it back so it stretched his asshole open, Tony would moan and his toes would curl.

His moans were drowned out by Pepper’s.  She was giving herself to the pleasure completely, gripping Tony’s hair and rocking her hips up under him.  Your clit throbbed as you watched them.  There was a ball of warm pressure was already pressing down on your core and if you squeezed your legs just the right way you were pretty sure you could make yourself come just like that.

You eased the plug out of his ass, put it carefully aside so that it was standing on its end, and stepped back behind Tony.  “Okay, Tony,” you praised.  “Time to start fucking Pepper.  You want to roll over so she can ride you?”

He let out a soft grunt and rolled over.  “Fuck,” he sighed.  “Whatever it is I did to deserve both of you must have been really fucking amazing.”

“Maybe we feel the same way about you?” Pepper said as she straddled his waist.  You took Tony’s cock in your hands, angling it up so Pepper could sink down on it.  They both moaned but Tony’s was so primal his voice cracked.  Pepper leaned back and wrapped her hand around the base of your skull, pulling you into a heated kiss.  You circled your arms around her and began to massage her tits as you matched her passion, your tongue flicking out to meet hers.

Pepper began to roll her hips on Tony’s lap as the two of you kissed, and you slipped your hand into your panties and turned on the bullet vibe.  The sudden buzz against your already throbbing clit sent a strong jolt through you, making you break your kiss with a gasp and causing your hips to jerk forward out of your control.  Tony mewled as the dildo banged up against the base of his cock and he thrust up into Pepper.  It was like a domino fall of pleasure from one person to the next.

You nudged Pepper forward and she pressed herself down against him as you moved his thighs up at his sides.  You pressed the head of the dildo against his asshole and bit your lip as you looked down at them.  “Ready, Tony?”

“Yes.  Fuck,” Tony groaned.  “Fuck me, baby.”

You pushed your hips forward and the toy stretched his ring muscle as you eased it into him.  He moaned loudly and his back arched, pushing his cock deeper into Pepper.  She bounced slowly up and down on his shaft.  Your breath caught as a wave of pleasure washed through you. It made your thighs tighten and forced a soft moan from your lungs.  You didn’t think you were going to last, but thankfully, you doubted Tony would either. 

You started to thrust into him, slowly at first, pulling most of the way out and sinking in to the base again.  As you picked up speed the sounds he made got louder and more desperate.  His muscles clenched and trembled and his hands gripped Pepper’s hips desperately.

Pepper leaned back against you, bracing her hand on Tony’s stomach as she wrapped her arm around your neck, her body stretched out, her tits thrust forward.  You reached between her legs as the two of you started kissing and you fingered her clit in tight circles.

The three of you moved together, connected by the pleasure you were giving to one another.  The moans got louder, draining out the sound of the plane’s engines.  You kept thrusting your hips, quicker and quicker.  It created a pulse-like action with the bullet vibe against your clit and your orgasm built inside you feeling like it was going to take you over completely.

Tony’s orgasm hit first, he bucked up hard and cried out as he released inside Pepper.  “Fuck, oh fuck, yes…” he babbled, banging his fist on the bed.  You sped your fingers over Pepper’s clit and gripped her breast, tugging on her nipple, she moaned and shuddered as you dragged her orgasm over with Tony’s, her body becoming heavy against yours.  You let yourself relax and gave yourself over to your own pleasure, Pepper ran her tongue up your neck and with a few more slow thrusts of your hips, grinding against the vibrator in your panties.

You eased the toy out of Tony’s ass and he sighed appreciatively.  “Let me go clean off the toys,” Pepper said as she climbed off Tony’s lap.  “I need to clean off anyway.”

You switched off the vibrator and stepped out of the harness and as Pepper took the toys to the bathroom you climbed into the bed next to Tony.  He wrapped you in his arms and kissed you deeply and languidly.

When Pepper returned she climbed into the pile and the kiss became a slow three-way event, moving from one person to the next like it was a living organism.  Gradually the exhaustion of travel started to take you all over and you relaxed back into the pillows and pulled the blankets over you all.  “I can’t wait to come out,” Tony said, his voice heavy and sleepy.  “I want everyone to know how much I love you.  I want to start calling you my wives in interviews.”

“You big sap,” Pepper teased and nosed at his cheek.

“Maybe,” he said.  “And maybe they’ll say shit about us.  I don’t give one single fuck.  I have never been happier than I am with both of you.”

You closed your eyes and relaxed against them both, feeling the exact same thing.

// NEXT

[artemis-fowl-angst]

my brain has given me quite a few chaotic ideas as of late and id like to share them now

artemis getting older and building pretty much wonka’s chocolate factory and playing the role of willy wonka

au where opal has a similar reset power as the player from undertale, and artemis playing the role of sans, the only one able to really remember the reset. I like the idea of him being able to manipulate the code of the game, and opal constantly re-running the world and reseting it watch its affect on artemis and tourture the people she hates. another thing for this one is if in one timeine she tried something new and befriended foaly to get at artemis from a difrent angle and so they have to pretend not to know eachother while secretly trying to sabatodge eachother. 

artemis coming back to st. bartlbys as a teacher just to annoy all the techers he used to have that havent retired yet

bnha-esc au, where most people have superpowers called “pings” dr po has a telepathy or honesty ping, which informs him about the fairies, looping him in with the adventures

artemis survies tlg, but is just blinded in his fairie eye

au where artemis never quite recovers from atlantis complex, only using ongoing treatment to help a bit, not curing it completely

opal is redeemed sorta and she has to help the main cast fight against an even scarier villian, resulting in petty tension and bickering between foaly, opal, and artemis while butler and holly actually go out and save the world

joker artemis and batman(girl?) holly

artemis, holly, root, and butler have to go on a roadtrip together (in between arctic incedent and eternity code) to save the world or somehing idc and we get to see them interacting

me projecting chronic illness onto artemis? no, never.....

@fowlblue ‘s villian au but after a decade or two artemis dies at a young age somehow and we get to see villianous and now adult artemis interactig with butler in the afterlife

we need more about juliets wrestling carrer

we also also need more from juleit and artemis growing up together being rasied by bulter

we also also also need more angst for child arty cause you know fowl senoir wasnt a good parent before hand

au where aretmis and alex either adopt or make a child of their own using fancy genetics shit idk how it works and we meet child, another thing is if this child grows up and has kid and we get to see artemis as a grandpa because everyone knows that would be wonderul

sorry for all the typos im typing fast to get all o these down before i forget them

lawyer au, cause artemis as a laywer would be great

artemis who aso participates in pride parades and does drag with juleit woud also be great

madame ko coming to fowl manor to asses the job the butlers are doing and artemis getting into an argument with her over juliet’s care of the twins and domovoi just being like “ what went wrong in my life, why am i having to mediate an arugument between the two most terrifying people i’ve met?”

artemis who can talk to crows because i said so

@otomefowl ‘s marvel timeine but deadpool comes with them through the portal

bird artemis cant see glass

i have more,  but that woud take too long and im in school rn, send me an ask if you want some more chaotic ideas and alspo sorry for a the typos im typing fast

[shortace]

Butler and Gender

I want to talk about sexism in Artemis Fowl. Specifically, Butler’s lack of it. 

Who remembers Artemis’ reaction upon realising the fairy they’d captured was ‘a female’? ‘For a moment he experienced misgivings’, as he equated a woman with his mother and Juliet. Butler, though, expressed zero hesitation. Holly was just a target, and was duly acquired. In time, I feel like Butler came to admire and even like Holly long before Artemis did. Artemis acknowledged his respect for her by the end of The Arctic Incident, and even then we know that trust wasn’t absolute, but Butler was happy enough to work alongside her for most of the book, and thereafter. You just know that Butler wouldn’t agree to work with anyone he felt to be a danger to his principal. He simply accepts that she can do the job, on the basis of what he’s seen. 

It is also Butler who corrected Artemis’ presumption that metal men must be, well, men. He pointed out that ‘most metal men are women these days’. He has no hesitation in accepting, and spreading the word, that women are capable and shouldn’t be underestimated. 

There’s also his attitude to his sister Juliet. We know of only one instance when he let her win a fight: her birthday. That is to say, generally speaking, he doesn’t hold back because she’s a girl. He expects her to do her best and he expects her best to be damn good. He beats her because he’s twenty years older and bigger, and he fights her because he knows she can take it. 

Now, with some experience of men with military-type backgrounds, I feel reasonably safe in saying that it’s common for certain environments to foster toxic masculinity. (It’s worth noting that Juliet is only the fifth woman ever to make it past Madame Ko’s physical exam and get into the academy, meaning that Butler’s training took place almost entirely among men, albeit lead by a woman.) Then there was his stint in an espionage unit in Russia in the late 1980s, and being a bodyguard for a while. For Butler to have gone through all he has, to have been immersed in those hyper-masculine environments, and still come out with a respect for ability and competence regardless of gender, in the 80s and 90s mind you, I think is incredibly impressive. 

It might seem a little odd to equate ‘he’ll happily fight women’ with ‘he respects women’. But my point here is that he will fight them exactly as he would fight a man. He doesn’t expect less of an opponent, or anybody else, because of their gender. And it isn’t purely physical: he’s perfectly willing to accept that Minerva is at least as brainy as Artemis. 

It stands out even more when you compare his attitude towards Holly with that of the rest of the LEP and perhaps the People overall. To them, she’s the ‘crazy girlie captain’, the ‘test case’. To Butler, though, she’s just a captain. He treats her just as he’d treat any other competent adversary and, later, friend. Respect. 

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter nineteenth

summary: Billy and you play house. Billy makes a nice save and he doesn't particularly like Craig.

warnings: implied smut. implied abused.

listen to: Pretty boy-  The Neighbourhood | Ocean eyes - Billie Eillish | R u mine? - Arctic Monkeys (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.6k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

By Monday morning you weren’t able to walk straight, with Craig out on business, it allowed you to spend all the weekend with Billy. Billy and you had spent the weekend playing house, as Billy had teased on Sunday while he helped you cook Emily and Max dinner, who’d also spent a considerable amount in your house since Billy thought it could distract your sister. She thankfully did, plus blasting music throughout the house, so they couldn’t hear you scream, was also the best idea you had. 

You’d also got to know him even more throughout that couple of days. You realized that you truly loved talking to Billy, beyond the witty banter that the both of you carried, you got to know him even more. It was unsettling how comfortable he felt with you, how easily you created a routine. But either way, you loved it. The way that he sang along to certain songs to the point that you had to hold back a laugh, his competitive nature, his interest, and opinions, even on politics. Especially how he read to you.

It was a shame that the paradise that was created by both of you wouldn't last too long. 

Billy had sneaked out of your place around five that morning, aware that Craig might show up earlier than he’d said he would. You played with his golden necklace as your limbs were tangled in your bed while Billy passed his hand through your hair delicately as you asked him to leave a bit earlier and to try to keep the PDA at bay at school. 

He didn’t say anything, nor did he look hurt or annoyed but you still knew it bothered him slightly. 

Therefore, as you limped through the hallways you were secretly dreading two things: Seeing Billy’s hurt expression and running into Eddie, who was now aware of why you’d been MIA throughout the last part of the week prior. Robin had called you on Saturday night after Eddie had told her that you couldn’t hang out with them since you had a cold, at least, that’s what you’d told Bob when you canceled your shift after Billy had begged you on his knees not to go to Peaches, after he started to kiss you through your underwear, there was little that you could do. 

Eddie, though, he knew as he waited for you on the path to your locker. 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” you grumbled as you passed Eddie who was burning you with his eyes. 

“What the fuck? Of course, we do!” Eddie gawked at you, he followed you. “When, where, how?” he asked loudly as you looked back at him with a glare. 

“Eddie, stop it!” You bit back at him when you finally stopped at your locker. “And you already know where!”

Eddie scrunched his nose in disgust as he looked at you while your eyebrows quirked up. Eddie groaned loudly with a grim on his face as there was a hint of a smile on your lips. 

“Please tell me that at least the counter at Peaches hasn’t fallen victim to both of you,” Eddie muttered as he passed a hand through his face. 

He was so dramatic. 

“It hasn’t,” you lied as you recalled your first kiss with Billy and how he sat you on the counter. If you didn’t know any better, you would tell Eddie that it could soon be a victim too. Billy didn’t have self-control and apparently when it came to him, you didn’t have it either. “And please, stop talking about that. I’m nervous enough with the results,”

Suddenly, Steve and Robin made their way to your locker with anxious smiles. Robin launches towards you with a big hug as she holds your hand. 

“Are you ready?” she asked. 

You sighed as you shake your head slightly while Steve ruffled your hair slightly and then you turned to the right and he was right there. Billy’s eyes softened as his gaze met yours, he’d been nothing but supportive on Saturday night when you snapped out of your dreams as you recalled that the announcements on student president were made that day. There was a hint of a smile as he gazed at you through the crowd in the hallways while he pretended to listen to Carol talking. 

“Yeah,” you said as you gazed at Billy and nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m ready,”

As if you’d cue the principal, the speakers in the hallways let out a pitch before it turned off and you heard the school’s music for announcements.  

“Good Morning Hawkins High,” The principal said as your heartbeat began to raise. “First, the newspaper committee will be announcing their new members on Friday, following the next week there will be renovations,” you sighed as you gazed at Billy while you tried to block out the unimportant announcements. Billy motioned you to breathe and you followed suit, it felt like you were the only two people in the hallway.  

“Y/N!” Robin pulled you, you snapped your head towards her as you listened to the principal again, but your heart is beating way too hard in your chest, it was almost bursting. Your eyes met Billy’s again as the words of the director rumbled through the hallways. 

“And the winner of the run for president of the student body is,” 

You almost didn’t hear the principal calling your name, part because your eyes were linked to Billy’s and it seemed like they drowned everything out. It’s a blur, you don’t even notice the screaming and how your friends were shaking you until Eddie literally tackled your body and huddled with your other friends, effectively tearing your gaze away from Billy. 

“YOU WON!” Eddie screamed and Robin jumped around while hugging Steve.  

You erupted in laughter as you hugged and kissed your friends before jumping around with Robin, celebrating as much as you could while people began to chant your name near you. Suddenly, you felt a strong pair of arms around your torso pulling you away, you were being scooped into a tight hug, spinning you around happily as people in the hallway clapped and cheered for you. 

You didn’t need to see his face to realize it was him who’d picked you up. You felt his broad shoulders as you draped your arms around his neck, the scent of salty air and beach wrapping around you as he held you tightly with a wide grin. It was only until he settled down, with you facing him, that you realized what you’d done. 

Billy’s grin faltered a bit, his cheeks flushing as he looked around and let go of your hips. He turned to the crowd, they were staring at him as if he was insane, they were still clapping and cheering but slower than before, your friends had frowned as they gazed at both of you, Robin disgusted while Steve in shock. Eddie thought, he had a knowing look. 

“THERE’S GOING TO BE A PARTY, PEOPLE,” Billy screamed with a wicked smile. “COME ON!” he growled once more as he began to celebrate with other people. 

People soon Billy’s action and the crowd began to roar, they celebrated amongst themselves about the party as Steve handed in the flyers for it. Billy then returned to you, he gazed at you for a second while you shook your head with a slight smile. 

“Nice save,” you muttered, trying not to seem so close to him.  

Billy smirked as he discretely pinched your butt softly, you yelped at his movement, swatting his arm away as you glared at him before you returned to your friends. Although, Billy still noticed how your lips quirked up at his action as he shook his head and went to class. 

Billy didn’t see you again throughout the day. He wanted to be selfish. If he was being honest, he would’ve wanted to pick you up from the floor in that hallway and take you to his Camaro, making you scream his name before you fell asleep together. Billy’s memories of you throughout that weekend play on repeat in his mind. How he’d woken up with the sun rising in the Quarry, your body warm and soft against his. How you peered up at him with flushed cheeks and a relaxed smile as he brushed the stray hairs from your face while placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

The weekend definitely changed whatever previous dynamic you’d held. 

It was deeper, more real than before. 

Billy now wondered if he would ever be expected to wake up alone again. He loved spending time with you, he realized that beneath your icy exterior, there was so much warmth inside of you that washed over Billy. He loved it, he loved wrapping himself around you, always touching you. Face buried on your neck while your hair repeatedly tickled his nose, arms wrapped around your waist, leaving you no choice but to tickle him to wriggle your way out of his arms. 

Therefore it wasn’t a surprise when he went to the mall, bought some flowers and then drove to your place at eleven that same night. He’d climbed to the rooms of a couple of girls before, but usually, there wasn’t any bouquet of flowers or tape that he had to hold in his mouth as he pulled himself up to the roof that covered the porch while he gazed at the neighboring houses to be sure that no one would call Hopper and report a house invasion if they saw him.

He grunted slightly as he pulled his body up and carefully made his way to your window, looking through it. Billy gazed at you, pajama shorts and a sweater as you wrote in your notebook time and time again. You were too focused on whatever you were doing to notice him, brows and nose scrunching up as you read what you’d written and began muttering it out loud.  

He realized then that there was nothing more for him, no one else could make him feel like he felt for you. You were it for him. 

Billy smiled softly and finally tapped on your window. You jumped slightly at the sound and you frowned as you stared at him, while you realized that there were his blue eyes staring at you from outside. Quickly, you looked back to your door and then ran towards the window, curling your fingers and pushing it up with caution, praying that it didn’t make too much noise. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed as you opened the window to Billy. 

“Didn’t let me celebrate with you,” Billy replied as he stepped into your room trying to be as careful as he possibly could. “I had to bring the celebration here,” he sighed as he leaned down to the roof and took the flowers, presenting them to you with tape wrapped with them. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as he presented the bouquet of lilies and the tape. He’d recalled that you’d told him that your father used to bring lilies home when he arrived from a long trip or sometimes without reason. He’d remembered. 

“Billy,” you sighed as you stepped closer to him while holding the Lillies with watery eyes. 

“I really wanted to be with you all day,” he murmured as he towered over you. 

His scent drove your senses wild as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It started soft, so soft that you wondered how Billy Hargrove, who could look so brute and harsh could be so delicate with you, so affectionate. One of his hands slid around to cup the back of your neck while you deepened the kiss. Your hands quickly draped over his shoulders, pressing yourself against him while he gripped the back of your thighs, lifted you, and let your legs wrap around his waist. 

It comes almost as muscle memory now, how it goes between the two of you. How he kissed you so deeply, how he felt so warm all the time, how his fingertips were the root of the goosebumps that covered your skin. You’re dizzy by the time you’d stopped kissing and Billy settled on your bed, his sitting down while you straddled his lap. 

Leaving the flowers on the edge of your bed, you pressed yourself harder against Billy while littering his face with soft pecks that made him hum contently. 

“Why can we just let this pointless rivalry go on?” you murmured against his lips, your fingertips caressing his face slightly. 

You knew you had to say it, you knew that you had to bring it up eventually because otherwise, Billy would go around thinking that nothing had changed, that you didn’t care for him as much as you actually did. 

“Baby,” Billy whined softly as he flushed his chest against yours. 

You nudged his nose softly with yours. “I told you I can’t, at least, not yet,” you replied. 

“Why?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

Billy didn’t want to pressure you on this, afraid that he might scare you off, and yet, he knew he could handle not being able to express how he felt for you for so long. At least, he believed, he needed to know what was happening in your mind. 

You stared at him softly through your lashes as you trailed your fingertips over his nose and cheekbones. With a sigh, you pressed your forehead against his. 

“I’m scared,” you whispered so softly that Billy thought he hadn’t heard correctly at first. 

“Of me?” 

“No!” you hurried, shaking your head. “I’m scared of how my step-father could react if he found out,” you stated, nuzzling your head on his neck, trying to avoid his gaze. 

Billy frowned slightly at the notion that the only thing that could be stopping you would be your stepfather. He wondered if he would feel the same if his father found out, but honestly, Neil would be amazed that Billy had managed to make someone like you notice him. 

“Are you scared of him?” he asked as he passed a hand through your hair. 

There was a beat of silence in the air for a second as your eyes wandered to the small box on your desk. 

“Have you fucked up so badly before that you feel out of breath when they walk into the room because they might point out anything that you’re currently doing wrong?” you explained. “Have you ever felt so tense that your body aches as soon as you relax when they’re gone?”

There was no emotion as you stated it; you’d been wasting your tears and feelings when you were alone. But feeling Billy tensing up as he heard you, made you want to weep. 

The answer was yes. 

“Hey,” Billy muttered softly as he cupped your face and turned your head so you were looking at him, leaning a bit on the bed so his eyes met yours. “What’s wrong?” he asked staring at you, while you were teary-eyed. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you murmured, seemingly holding back the tears. 

He couldn’t know, you weren’t ready. You’d been technically together for about five days, no one could know. Billy could see it, the walls standing strong in front of him as he gazed at you, he shook his head. 

“Then when?” 

You placed the heels of your hand on your eyes as if they could hide the tears that were brimming in your eyes. You believed that you were well past the tears when you realized the situation that you were in, and yet here you were holding them back so he couldn’t notice how much you were hurting. 

 “I don’t know but can you just trust me on this?” you stated as you stared at him softly. 

Billy sighed before leaning into you, pressing his lips against yours. 

“I get it, it’s annoying but I won’t force you to do anything if you’re not ready,” he agreed, glancing at your face with the most delicate features. 

“Thank you, 

You lifted your chin and pressed your lips against his. Billy kissed you tenderly in return, he snaked one arm around your waist, turning you around and placing you on your back as he continued to kiss you. If you’d kissed him that morning you met him, you wondered how much time would you have spent hating him. 

Not much, honestly. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Billy grounded against you. 

And then you heard the faint footstep of someone climbing the stairs, his footsteps. Billy felt your whole body tensing up and how your breath became shallow for a second. 

“y/n?” It’s Craig. 

Billy turned towards your door and then to you before you climbed down his lap and closed the window. Billy stayed still for a second, unsure how to react to the panic drawn on your face, and now that you’d closed the only way he had to go out. Your eyes widened as you saw him waiting for you. 

“Shit, shit,” you muttered as you pulled Billy to the floor. “Hide underneath my bed, quick,” you ordered him as you jumped to your bed and tried to put your papers on the bed. 

Billy simply nodded as he laid down and rolled under your bed as you asked him to. By the time Craig opened the door, you’re sitting on your bed, re-reading one of your last drafts. 

“What are you doing?” Craig asked harshly as he curiously gazed at you and your room. 

He had been in a bad mood with you in the morning, especially when he noticed the pink slip on Emily’s backpack that mentioned that she’d been late one morning. He hadn’t been too kind to you after that but hadn’t done anything about it. 

“Practicing my speech for Friday,” you explained. 

The dullness in your voice made Billy frown as he waited patiently under the bed. He also realized that he didn’t particularly found pleasing Craig’s tone with you. Billy had never seen him and you hadn’t told Billy much about him, the only information he had was that you were somehow and for some reason scared of him, maybe he was strict. 

He hoped it was that. 

“Thought I heard you talking,” Craig muttered uninteresting as he eyed your room, he still had a glimpse of suspicion in his gaze but you refused to give in. 

“No, sir.”

He nodded curtly. “I’m going to sleep, is everything ready for tomorrow? I don’t want your sister being late again,” he stated through gritted teeth. 

You rolled your eyes at what’d happened. It wasn’t that you meant for it to happen, it slipped. “I told you that I had,” you began, annoyance dripping from your voice but then Craig’s voice ripped through your words. 

“Excuse me?” he roared as he watched you with flared nostrils. 

You held your breath for a moment, waiting for him to do something and praying that Billy wouldn’t pop out of your bed. Billy’s hands quickly turned to fists, holding them so hard that he was sure crescent moons would appear on his palms as soon as he let go. 

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” you muttered. 

Craig nodded. “Fucking hope so,” he said. “Good night,”

“Good night,” you replied. 

Billy waited until Craig’s footsteps sound far enough away before he climbed out of your bed as you slumped on your bed, covering your face with your hands. It hadn’t been enough for him to know about what had happened, your relationship with Craig, how he abused you, you had never shared so much. No one had been close enough to you for them to know anything about Craig, your ex had only found out because he’d been almost a witness to what had happened.

“I don’t like the way he talks to you,” Billy stated as he sat down on the bed next to you while his hand climbed to your leg up and down, caressing your skin. 

“Don’t pay attention to him,” you sighed as you uncovered your face and moved to the side so Billy could lie down next to you. Billy took his jacket off and laid down next to you. 

He turned to his side as his hand continued to caress your skin while his eyes burn the side of your head. He watched you so carefully that you were afraid that he might read you, that he might find out. 

“Has he ever done anything to you?” he asked. 

It was never too far from Billy’s realm of possibility, with his father he knew what might happen to anyone else. It still made him sick to think that someone could harm him. 

You shifted on your bed, quickly draping yourself onto his chest before you kissed his pec softly over his shirt. Billy’s lips quirked as you looked up at him through your lashes. Billy rolled his eyes, leaned over, and kissed your lips softly. He brushed his fingers over your hair, smoothing it back off of your face. He was waiting for an answer but by the way, you’re avoiding the topic, he believed that it wouldn’t be something to talk about today. 

“Come here,” you muttered before you climbed from his chest and pressed yourself to him, kissing him harder. 

Billy relaxed as you climbed over him. Your lips left his as you pressed open-mouthed kisses on his jaw and then on his throat, moving your mouth down to the curve of his shoulder and back up to his jaw. Billy grounded himself against you, his hands lifting up to your chest before going back to your hips, holding you down so you could feel how hard he was already. You whimpered. 

“Baby,” you breathed out. “If you don’t stop, I,”

You gasped as Billy’s hand slipped into your underwear, sliding his fingers along your folds. 

 “Sh darling,” he cooed. “You have to be very quiet,”

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author's note: honestly, november has been a bit of a shitty month for me so sorry for the delay. I hope you're enjoying our section of 'fucking like rabbits and try to have a healthy relationship'. Let's see how long it lasts (it won't last too long sorry) . thank you as always for your support. you make me really really happy

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[maverick-werewolf]

Werewolf Fact #58 - Wolves are Big, Werewolves are Bigger

So there is this common misconception that “wolves are the size of dogs, like a husky.”

That is extremely untrue. Wolves are big. They are bigger than you think. People like to say “take your concept of a wolf’s size and double it, and maybe you have something close.” That’s pretty true - except it probably still isn’t big enough.

Remember those stories about wolves swallowing people whole? There are precedents for that. Don’t worry, though, they won’t actually do it. But a wolf can easily fit a grown adult’s head in its mouth. They can fit the rest of you, too, technically speaking. Again, where “wolfing down your food” comes from.

The size of wolves varies by species, as you might imagine, but there is this common misconception that they are “small” predators, especially in video games. That’s patently ridiculous. Of course, many aspects of wolves in video games are ridiculous, like all the barking and the fact that they always brainlessly attack you, but anyway--

Many photos that exhibit the great size of wolves are hunting photos, however, and I outright refuse to post anything like that on this blog, so if you’re that morbidly curious, you can search for those yourself. Here, we have nice wolf pictures.

The “average” wolf stands around 2.8 to 3 feet at the shoulder and 6+ feet long. They are the largest canids.

However, it’s very important to bear in mind how much this varies by species. Some wolves are bigger, like Mackenzie Valley wolves, and some are smaller. Arctic wolves, for instance, along with Italian wolves and especially Arabian wolves, range in smaller sizes. And, of course, like people, some individuals are smaller and some are bigger.

But what people will think of as the “average” wolf - like a Northern Rocky Mountain wolf - is positively enormous.

(this is a young wolf at a sanctuary, by the way; he may have gotten even bigger after these videos were taken)

Some of the largest wolves recorded are over 7 feet long and range more around 4 feet at the shoulder. Take that, turn it into a human-shaped muscular mythic werewolf standing on its hind legs, and you get something much, much bigger.

To put it simply, wolves are bigger than the overwhelming majority of grown men. They are certainly much bigger than your dog. Much, much bigger. (Fun fact: their brains are also over 3x bigger than domestic dogs)

Supposedly, hunters have killed wolves even bigger than these various approximations and generalizations, killing wolves of even greater heights and lengths (and weighing over 600 lbs). Some wolves like these have, in fact, been recorded, but they are very unusual and also plenty of them could very much be big fish stories because, you know, hunters. Again, though, a reminder to bear in mind that genetics let the sizes of animals vary wildly, puns intended, so all of these are generalizations.

(Romeo, a young black wolf with a touching but tragic story)

And now, what about folklore werewolves?

Werewolves in folklore are frequently described as even bigger - vastly so - than ordinary wolves. This isn’t always the case - size isn’t always specified - but frequently, werewolves are said to be the size of large horses or even bigger, or a nonspecific variation of “enormous,” “huge,” etc.

For instance, in Arthur and Gorlagon, the werewolf is described thusly: “this enormous wolf (for they had never seen any of so vast a size)”

So, for werewolves? Take wolves, which are already huge, and make that even bigger!

(this is actually a wolfdog, but the point remains - it gets its size from the wolf blood)

So now you know! Never underestimate the size of a wolf again - and remember, wolves are just like people. Some are smaller, some are larger, and it varies by individual. It’s all about genetics. But on average? Wolves are much, much bigger than you think!

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191220 K-Pop Stars EXO Reflect on How Far They've Come — and How Far They'll Go

As Chen tells Teen Vogue, this year has been “a time for EXO to reflect” on their past, present, and future.

Chances are, even if you didn’t know it at the time, you’ve seen the members of the legendary K-Pop group EXO before. Their musical prowess speaks for itself, but even beyond that, their careers have taken over TV, fashion, celebrity culture, and more in the past year.

Maybe you've seen rapper and multi-instrumentalist Chanyeol, 27, shaking hands with Zendaya at Paris Fashion Week. Or perhaps it was breathtaking dancer and rapper Kai, 25, cracking 7th place on British GQ’s Best-Dressed Men of 2020 list. Or singer and composer Lay, 28, becoming Calvin Klein’s first-ever Chinese global ambassador. You might’ve watched rapper and youngest member Sehun, 25, on Netflix’s detective program Busted, or glimpsed leader and vocalist Suho, 28, waving from the red carpet as an honorary ambassador of the International Film Festival & Awards Macao. These are just a few of the places and memories that stamp the proverbial passport of EXO’s lives this year.

It’s been an equally powerful year musically for EXO too. With two members — Xiumin, 29, and D.O., 26, — currently completing their mandatory military enlistment and Lay promoting in China, the remaining six members of EXO have explored their own individual musical identities in 2019. Power vocalist Chen, 27, released two solo albums that chronicled love and heartbreak through mature, heart-warming ballads, while Baekhyun’s groovy solo album, City Lights, broke the highest monthly sales record for a solo artist in South Korean chart history with over 500,000 copies sold. Sehun and Chanyeol teamed up this summer for the debut of EXO-SC, EXO’s hip-hop sub-unit, while Baekhyun and Kai joined forces to “jump and pop” in SM supergroup SuperM.

As Chen tells Teen Vogue, this year has been “a time for EXO to reflect” on their past, present, and future as they reunite to promote their sixth album Obsession.

It’s December 4th, 2019, and the six members are dressed in thick, woollen, neutral-toned sweaters and trenchcoats to protect themselves from the arctic winds billowing throughout Seoul. There’s a warm camaraderie to their interactions as they laugh amongst themselves and take sips of their iced coffees. The atmosphere feels comfortable and familial, born from an understanding of each other’s mindsets and quirks that has been learned organically over the group’s career.

“It’s been seven years since we debuted and we’ll be hitting eight years next year; that’s a long period of time,” Chen says. His humble, calm demeanor is a balm for the rest of the group who cling to his introspective thoughts. “We reflected on our past journey and tried to make improvements in this new album. It’s been a grateful and fun time.”

This desire to continuously push boundaries both musically and creatively has been at the crux of EXO’s identity since their debut in 2012. Originally split into two groups, EXO-K and EXO-M, EXO performed their shared discography in both Korean and Mandarin in an effort to appeal to two major music markets simultaneously. The groups came together in 2013 to release their debut album, XOXO, and the album’s repackage released later in the year saw EXO’s popularity hit a fever pitch with the funky, dance-pop single “Growl.” Since then, each of EXO’s last five albums have sold over a million copies in South Korea alone, earning them the title “quintuple million sellers.”

The group is not only a staple in South Korea but across the globe too. From performing in front of the world at the closing ceremony of the 2018 Winter Olympics to becoming the first K-Pop group to have their faces projected on the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, EXO has stamped their name in the annals of pop history with their devotion toward their music, fans (called EXO-L), and each other. As they’ve matured over the years, that dedication hasn’t wavered.

“In our early years we just played together, whereas now we’ve grown up and matured,” Baekhyun replies. The singer’s personality is brighter than his shining white hair, and he thrives on the reactions to the jokes he makes throughout our chat. “We share a lot about where we’re headed in life, what we want to do for the upcoming album, and discuss how we can come together closer as a team to improve our teamwork.”

That tight-knit teamwork manifested itself in multiple ways throughout this year. From congratulating each other on Instagram like Lay did for Baekhyun’s solo debut to Xiumin and Sehun emceeing Chen’s solo album press conferences, the members have made it a point to support one another with every milestone they achieve, both individually and as a group. It also took center stage as the group embarked on their fifth world tour, Exo Planet #5 – The EXplOration, this July.

Part of the decision to go on tour, according to Suho, is because it makes the fans “happy,” which in turn makes EXO happy; this treasured time spent with fans also one of the reasons why the group worked tirelessly to release their new record in between their jam-packed personal schedules.

“Since the year EXO debuted, we’ve released an album every year. We’ve never skipped a single year,” Suho answers. With attention-grabbing ruby red hair, the leader holds himself with a quiet confidence and classic charm. “Even though it wasn’t a formal promise we made, it’s been a tradition to release an album each year, even if that means we have to make the promotion period short. Everyone’s been having hectic schedules, but it’s very meaningful for us to spend the end of the year with the fans.”

Heavily rooted in the group’s constant state of reinvention, the concept for Obsession sees EXO face off against their evil, superpowered doppelgängers X-EXO. Superpowers have been a common thread that has tied EXO’s music video multiverse together since their debut single “MAMA”, with each member utilizing their own signature power ranging from Chanyeol’s pyrokinesis to Kai’s teleportation abilities. When X-EXO arrives ready to destroy the planet in the group’s music video, the result is an explosive, superhero-style brawl between good and evil that leaves viewers enthralled.

In the lead up to shooting the music video, EXO emphasized the importance for both of their characters to have their own distinct, contrasting identity. While EXO dressed in weathered, straight laced black cargo pants and berets as if ready to march into war, X-EXO celebrated their eccentricities with jewel toned hair colors, white eyelashes, and uniquely cut clothing that bridged the gap between menacing and seductive.

“Our main focus was to draw a big contrast. All of us thoroughly discussed with our makeup and hair artists to bring that contrast, almost to the point of exaggeration,” Chanyeol says. He’s as jovial as his bubblegum pink hair and is openly expressive with his emotions, which light up his face whenever he speaks. “We tried to make X-EXO look very dark. EXO, on the other hand, was the good, righteous EXO like what fans have seen in the past. They came easy and naturally.”

“Like Chanyeol said, we discussed thoroughly with the makeup, hair, and costume team so that you could see the contrast right away,” Kai continues. Conscientious and thoughtful, Kai surveys the older members before answering so he doesn’t interrupt them. “Our attitudes also play a key role because they add to the strong visuals. Since it was a video, we all tried to make our performances convincing. X-EXO showed something that EXO had never done before — something mischievous.”

Amongst the members, X-EXO wins in a landslide over the team they liked the most.

“X-EXO had a stronger visual impact,” Baekhyun explains. “Personally, I wish that we made the plain EXO look cooler. That would have been right, because EXO was supposed to be the revolutionary army against X-EXO! I feel like they were visually weaker; I wish we had expressed more passion as EXO.”

With every album, EXO releases a bold title track that shatters the current K-pop paradigm, like the sinister “Obsession” or the reggae, EDM hybrid track “Ko Ko Bop." The remainder of the tracks on the albums typically allow EXO to explore new genres and make them their own, which range from hip-hop dance tracks like “Ya Ya Ya”, which samples ‘90s vocal trio SWV’s “You’re The One”, to heart-fluttering ballads like “Butterfly Effect."

Kai’s favorite track on the album is “Jekyll," which he loved from the first listen. “It starts off like a sweet R&B song, but the chorus suddenly changes into this shouting, which I think is in line with the duality expressed in the album,” he says. “I immediately thought that we could show a very different type of performance for this song — I can’t wait to perform this on stage and show the fans.”

“I like “Obsession” the most,” Sehun answers. Although under the weather, he makes a point to attend the interview to support his older members. “It was good enough to make the title track, so it’s my favorite.”

Chen picks the dreamy “Groove” because: “I love all the other tracks, but this song made me wonder if I could pull it off when I first heard it because it was such a different genre. It was challenging while recording it, but I love the result. It’s one of the songs that I feel most attached to.”

Chanyeol also fell in love with “Jekyll”, but is also partial to the similarly haunting reggae track “Trouble”. “The song came out to be great; I think we pulled it off pretty well,” he says happily.

“‘Day After Day’ for me,” says Baekhyun. While the other members have been discussing their favorites, he’s been silently exchanging silver rings with Suho. He nicks Chanyeol’s wire-rimmed glasses and puts them up his face backwards, reveling in the laughter he receives. “The song reminds me of a certain type of weather. I like songs that remind me of something — a song with a theme or story. ‘Day After Day’ does that for me.”

“I was going to say the same,” Suho says, shocked. A mischievous grin spreads on Baekhyun’s face. “Stop it,” he teases.

The room is whipped into uncontrollable laughter as Suho jokingly grasps the collar of Baekhyun’s sweater, as if he’s about to wrestle the other singer mid-interview. Suho’s faux fury only makes Baekhyun’s smile grow wider and he lets out a loud ahh, ahh! before Suho lets go.

“It reminds me of rain!” Suho complains, but a smile is working its way across his face too. “That’s because the lyrics have the word ‘rain’ in them,” Baekhyun dryly quips. “Choose something other than ‘Day After Day’,” Kai urges in between laughs. “Day after tomorrow? Two days after tomorrow?” The laughter doubles.

In the end, Suho chooses “Baby You Are." “The song uses band sounds and I really like the sound of the guitar,” he answers, before replying in English: “The intro is the best!” He flashes an assured smile and gives a thumbs up to further prove his point.

“The intro is your part!” Chen lovingly chides. “It’s because you sang that part!”

The most emotional track on the album is “Butterfly Effect," which is a direct callback to the group’s 2013 song “Don’t Go” (which literally translates to “Butterfly Girl”). The song, according to Chanyeol, was selected as a way to thank fans for their unwavering support over the last seven years.

“After viewing the different universes portrayed in EXO’s albums, you’ll be able to see a connection between Obsession and our previous records,” Chanyeol says. “In songs like ‘Don't Go’ and ‘Butterfly Effect’, there are butterflies that resist the Red Force [the canonical evil force mentioned throughout EXO’s music videos] and protect EXO. To us, these butterflies represent our fans, who are always beside us no matter what. They are why and how we exist.”

He continues: “Because of our fans — through their love and support — we are able to overcome any difficulties [we face as a group]. This is probably one of the biggest messages that we wanted to share on this album.”

Prior to their debut seven years ago, the members’ goals for the future were heavily built upon their dream to debut together. Chanyeol recalls that, before they were ever officially called EXO, each member was bonded together by a “common goal to create good music as one” as well as their frequent discussions while training to “work together for a very long time."

“At the time of our debut, we had achieved nothing and everything was up in the air. We talked about working together for a long time, hitting number one on the chart, winning awards, and more,” Kai replies, tone contemplative as he leans closer. “Personally speaking, when we eventually achieved all those goals, I realized, yes, winning awards and being successful is important, but more importantly being able to perform happily as an artist is what mattered the most. There were times when I obsessed over our sales record, stages, and something tangible, but now my goal and dream is to be a happy artist, being satisfied with what I do.”

At the end of Kai’s answer, EXO breaks out into a hearty round of applause. Kai bashfully shines on the encouragement with a soft grin. “He’s like a supervisor,” Baekhyun teases. Chanyeol concurs, “He’s like a CEO!”

Looking ahead, EXO’s goals for the upcoming year aren’t the grandiose, tangible achievements of their youth, but rather to keep the promise they made to each other all those years ago: to make music together for a really long time. “I’m wishing all the members’ health and happiness [in the future],” Chen says.

“Being able to perform for a long time as one, being able to meet the fans for a long time…” Kai reflects. “That’s the most important.”

source: emlyn travis @ Teen Vogue

[averagemarvelbitch]

Time After Time / Stony

Summary: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers met during WWII. Steve died to save his country and Tony lived on, incapable to let his first love go. Years passed, Tony is still alive and unaged due to a lab accident so many years ago. He believes his immortality is a punishment. The only thing keeping him from taking his own life is the promise he made himself and Steve all those years ago: to find the Captain's body and give him a proper funeral. Then, he'll be at peace. Then, he'll be able to die.

Everything changes when S.H.I.E.L.D finds the Valkyrie.

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It was one of those nights, in which his mind wandered back to the past, to a time when he could still believe his dreams could come true. The memories were happy in their content, but time had made them bittersweet. They sometimes brought a smile to his face, but it never lasted, for the tears and the heartache soon followed. Remembering what it was like to feel true happiness… only for reality to come crashing down, making him realize he would never feel this way again.

He took another sip from his glass, the whiskey burning his throat as it went down. The gentle melody coming from the speakers kept his soul calm, even when his mind exploded with noise and light, filled with images of a life long gone. He could his face every time he closed his eyes; kind blue eyes and a shy smile. Sometimes, the face in his mind morphed into a battle ready one; eyebrows furrowed, the lightness in those eyes replaced by a darkness that only war could bring. Even then, with anger clear in his face, he was beautiful.

Tony raised his hand to his chest, like he often did when thinking about his captain, only to feel the coldness of the arc reactor. It was fitting, in a way. He had lost his heart long ago, buried it in the arctic ocean along with his love, and now here he was, barely kept alive by something of his own creation, patiently waiting for the day when the shrapnel surrounding what was left of his heart would finally hit it, piercing its flesh, taking his breath… ending his life. Had he not asked for this so many times over the decades? Begged, even, for the sweet release of death? He should be thankful for it.

He took another sip and threw the glass away. It hit the nearby wall, shattering into a thousand pieces. He heard the familiar sounds of Dum-E rolling towards the mess, probably ready to clean it up. His head was starting to hurt, but the pain was welcome. Pain was all he felt nowadays anyway.

Sir, perhaps it is time for sleep? JARVIS said in a soft tone.

“Not right now, J. Maybe later”, he replied, his voice a bit slurred from all the drinking.

As you say, sir, the AI responded with an undertone of exasperation. He knew his creator well enough to know that ‘later’ meant ‘not any time soon’.

“Play it again, J.”

The AI complied.

“Come in, this is Captain Rogers, do you read me?” the familiar voice filled the room, making Tony’s heart ache.

“Captain Rogers, what is your…”

“Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

Tony closed his eyes as his own voice echoed across his workshop, the worry clear in his tone.

“Tony! Schmidt’s dead!”

“What about the plane?”

A short pause. It was funny. Tony remembered it being much longer at the time.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain”.

“Give me your coordinates. I’ll find you a safe landing site”.

“There’s not gonna be a safe landing… but I can try and force it down”.

By now, the tears were falling freely from his eyes.

“Don’t. Just… Just give me a minute, I can try to…”

“There’s not enough time. This thing is moving too fast and it’s heading for New York”, yet another goddamn pause, “I gotta put her in the water”.

Tony could almost feel the soft touch of Peggy’s hand on his shoulder. She had been there, standing beside him. She knew about them. Hell, she was one of them. Even though he couldn’t hear it in the recording, he knew that she, right at that moment, she had just kicked both Morita and Philips from the room. Even in that awful moment, she was there, doing what she could to give them some privacy.

“Please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out”.

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die”.

“Idiot. Stupid self-sacrificing idiot”, Tony murmured to himself, though his words had no heat at all.

“Tony… This is my choice”.

There was a long pause. So many things they wanted to say to each other, but couldn't because others could be listening to their conversation; because the military would certainly listen to the recording after all was said and done.

“Peggy?”

He remembered this moment. God, Steve had always been one creative son of a bitch.

“I’m here” , Peggy replied.

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance”.

One little phrase and Tony fell to the ground, fully crying now, just as he had all those years ago. The dance. God, the dance. Yet another promise the war had taken from them. Even though Peggy wasn’t there in the workshop with him, he could still feel the memory of her hand squeezing his own as she replied.

“All right”, she had said with a choked voice, sending Tony a sad smile, “A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club”.

Tony smiled, shaking his head. The place where they had their first date. No one knew it was a date, of course not, and they hadn’t been able to touch each other at all, but it still had been an important piece of their story. Peggy really was an amazing woman.

“You got it”, came Steve’s voice, wavering, “You know, I still don’t know how to dance. I know you tried to teach me a bit, but I might still step on your toes”.

Yet another memory lightened up his mind. Both men in the middle of a small living room, hidden away from everything and everyone. They laughed as Tony tried to teach Steve how to dance.

Peggy, apparently, had nothing more she could say. She stayed silent, holding Tony down, trying to console him.

“We’ll tell the band to play something slow. I’d hate to step on your…”

“Steve?” Tony’s voice echoed through the room once more, “Steve?”

And that was it. No proper goodbye, not even a chance to say I love you. Tony stayed there, sitting on the floor, hugging his own knees close to his chest. For a moment, he wished Peggy was there with him, to hold him just like she had done that day. But Peggy was far away and Tony was alone.

With a deep breath and closed eyes, he whispered to his AI, “Play it again”.

“Come in, this is Captain Rogers, do you read me?”

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[peachyteabuck]

good behavior

summary: bucky has very strict rules for his little, doll. not only does this involve a rigid structure of punishments, but also an occasional, decadent reward. 

takes place in the same universe as old school (make me drool) but it is not required reading to understand this fic. 

pairing: bucky barnes x little!ofc

words: 2058

trigger warnings: heavy ddlg, heavy d/s dynamics

notes: this was done for @nsfwsebbie‘s birthday! she’s kind enough to write birthday fics for all us mutuals (including me!) and deserves something in return. i hope your next trip around the sun is even more excellent than the last! 

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Doll has a pretty pink paci in her mouth, a matching pink dress adorning her body with her hair folded into perfect milkmaid braids with bows the same pink as the rest of her outfit holding them in place. Normally she’s not as dressed up – Daddy prefers her in a simple onesie with her hair in two little buns high up on your head – but today is Bunny’s birthday party, and Auntie Nat had told all of her friends (including Daddy) that she would be taking pictures of all of them to immortalize the event, and she expected all of the littles to be dressed appropriately.

So Doll, clad in clothes she’s not used to, sits in the playroom with the other littles as they laugh and play away all the cake and ice cream and juice their caregivers had allowed them to consume throughout the long day.

Auntie Nat’s house is huge – what her and Bunny called a “playroom” acting as a giant space where the caregivers could watch their littles play with all of Bunny’s toys – an already impressive pile of stuffies and puzzles and whatever else she’d wanted only added to by the presents the other caregivers had bought her to celebrate her special day.

Doll’s Daddy’s house is about the same size, but there the playroom is a much smaller space where Doll is allowed to be alone, a single rocking chair there for when her Daddy needs to keep watch or wants to read her a story.

Auntie Nat also had a large pool they all had swam in (though Doll preferred to stay at her Daddy’s side, napping in the sun), and patio big enough for several large tables where they all ate and watched Bunny open her presents.

Now, though, everyone was inside, the littles playing on the ground while their Daddies and Mommies sat chatting on the large sofa in the playroom, one that was so large it fit against two walls instead of just one.

As the air cooled outside while the sun began to sink out of sight, Doll’s tummy begins to turn inside her as the loudness of the other littles ceases to wane.

She crawls over to where her Daddy is on the center of the couch, pulling on one of his pantlegs lightly to get his attention.

It works, the much larger man stopping mid-sentence to look down at her – his metal arm holding a half-drunk liquid only the adults are allowed to drink while the other rests at the back of the couch.

“You wanna go home, Doll?” he asks, voice soft and low.

Her Daddy pulls the paci from her mouth with his flesh hand, allowing her to speak. Doll nods, picking at the soft lace trim of her party dress. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

Her Daddy gives her a small smile, leaning down so he can pet her head (carefully, though, as to not mess up her hair) and give her forehead a small kiss. “Yeah, I know you wanna go home. Give me a few more minutes with Daddy’s friends and we can go, alright?”

She pulls her lips into a small, tight frown but doesn’t protest – something Daddy notices immediately.

“Do you want to stay here at my feet until we go, Doll?” he asks. He knows what he’s asking her is true – she’s always been awkward in social situations, never as outgoing as Princess or Peter. Even Bunny, though quiet, was able to be around the other littles for longer than Doll is (to be fair, it is Bunny’s birthday party, and her small body has consumed a simply incredibly amount of sugar throughout her special day – but still, Doll is nearly always the first to request to be brought home).

Doll chews on her bottom lip before replying. “Yes, Daddy.”

“She’s a sweet little thing, Bucky” she hears Uncle Stevie saying above her. “Trained her quite well.”

The others on the couch laugh, thinking of all the times the man’s Princess had pulled such bratty behavior she had to be spanked or reprimanded in one way or another in front of the other littles.

Despite the loaded compliment, Doll’s Daddy smiles down at her as she sits between his legs – protecting herself from the rest of the room. “Yeah, she’s my special little angel.”

He wraps the conversation up with ease, thanking Auntie Nat and giving Bunny one more “happy birthday” before carrying Doll to the car and strapping her into the car seat.

Unlike the rest of the caregivers, her Daddy plays no music as he drives home, knowing Doll prefers the silence after a long day of thunderous roar of all the littles together.

The pair arrive home without incident, with Daddy carrying Doll inside and allowing her time alone in her playroom to cool down from the experiences of the day. Her paci and shoes were removed with ease, her Daddy taking them away as he walked out of the room to wherever it is he felt he needed to be.

Her Daddy returns a few minutes later, leaning down with both arms behind his back.

“You were such a good girl,” Daddy tells her, now sitting cross legged across from her on the floor.

It’s rare for her to see her Daddy in such a context – though she doesn’t remember much of it, when she first arrived she was quite firey and refused to be broken. It took all of her Daddy’s might (and much advice from the other caregivers, along with time with the other littles so he could remember why he so badly wanted one of his own) not to give up.

And, of course, it was worth it. All of the nights in the basement and strict enforcement of his many rules molded Doll into the beautiful, fragile apple of his eye that she is today.

Doll says nothing, watching her Daddy with wide eyes as he – for the first time in recent memory – lowers himself to her level.

He clears his throat before speaking, his arms still behind his back. “I know it’s been a rough day for you, and I’m very proud of you, not just because you were so good for so long, but that you told me when you wanted to go home so politely…”

He coughs once more, trying to clear the awkwardness in his own voice. It’s certainly hard for him to be, in a sense, vulnerable; much easier to bring down his hand when Doll needs reminding of the rules than offering her something for remembering. Still, he does his best, and Doll’s wide wondering eyes urge him to continue.

“So I bought this for you,” he says, bringing his arms from behind his back to reveal a soft, plush arctic baby seal with an embroidered eyes, nose, and mouth (Doll doesn’t like the hardened facial features – always telling her Daddy they make the friends harder to cuddle). Its “fur” is a light, hazy blue – nearly white unless one has the sharp eye Doll does. Upon seeing the heinously cute creature, Doll gives a sharp inhale of excitement, whole body tensing as her eyeline locks on the present in her Daddy’s hands.

“I picked this up for you,” he says as he gives it to her, giving Doll a nod, permission to grab at the gift. “When we went to the aquarium with Natasha and Bunny. I saw you eyeing it when we passed the gift shop. Thought you’d like it.”

Even though she wasn’t asked a question, and therefore is not allowed to respond, Doll’s wide smile and how she’s got the stuffie in a tight hug tell her Daddy all he needs to know.

He watches her for a moment, enjoying her sheer delight while she babbles nonsensically while holding the animal’s soft face close to hers. Occasionally she leaves a small kiss somewhere, nimble fingers exploring the two-toned fur.

Eventually he becomes bored just watching her, though, so her Daddy moves closer to her, hand on her bare knee as she continues to play.

“I’ve got another reward for you, Doll,” he whispers in her ear, heat swirling in his stomach as he notices her body reacting to his. “Do you want to know what it is?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” Doll squeaks out, gnawing on her bottom lip as she watches him loom closer to her.

“I’ll give it to you, Doll,” he says – voice low in his chest. “As long as you keep holding on to your new stuffie. You got that?”

She nods, voice barely above a murmur as her Daddy pushes her onto the carpeted ground. “Yes Daddy!”

He smiles as he pushes her frilly dress to her stomach, adjusting her legs so that her socked feet are planted on his thigh as he undoes the button on his slacks. “Good girl,” he tells her as one hand moves down to her center (Bunny’s birthday party is a special enough event to necessitate big girl panties). He rubs her, reveling in her small, breathy moans as his cock becomes harder against his dress shirt. “Now I need you to be quiet for me, so I’m gonna give you that nice paci you like.”

Doll’s always accepting of her Daddy’s stipulations for their play time together, welcoming the expensive paci he gifted her for her last birthday into her mouth when he pulls it from his back pocket.

He coos more praise towards her as he pushes a finger into her, feeling how wet, how desperate she is for him.

“You ready for me, Doll?” he asks, swallowing the spit that gathers on his tongue as he watches Doll with a sniper’s eye. She nods, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the stuffie’s fur. He smiles ear to ear as she does so. “Good.”

The anticipation burns at his skin as he aligns himself with her dripping core, easily bottoming out before giving her a few seconds to adjust to his impressive cock.

That’s all Doll gets, though, before her Daddy takes what he wants from – fucking into her pussy as she grips the stuffie with all her might, her loud moans muffled by the paci’s large, pink guard with Daddy’s Little Doll spelled out with circle, black-and-white lettered beads.

“That feel good, Doll?” he coos, arms bracketing her under his much large form. “You like it when Daddy makes you feel good?”

Doll’s eyes roll to the back of her head, jaw struggling to stay closed as she loses herself to the pleasure.

Her Daddy just laughs. “Oh, of course you do. Your Daddy’s little Doll, and Daddy always takes care of her toys.”

One of his hands moves down to the ever most sensitive part of her, his callous flesh thumb making tight circles as her pussy tightens around his cock.

It’s a delicious feeling, one that makes her Daddy moan deep in his chest. “Fuck, do it,” he tells her, rubbing her even faster. “C’mon, make Daddy proud.”

Just as Doll always does, she follows her Daddy’s instructions; obeys his word to the letter, and reaches her peak while her Daddy chases his.

His groans can barely be heard over her high-pitched whines now, caught in her throat but filling the room nonetheless, tears threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes and whole body tense as her Daddy continues to fuck in and out of her.

It doesn’t take long before he knows – before he pulls out to come on her soft stomach, narrowly avoiding the expensive faux fur as he paints her skin with streaks of thick white.

“Fuck-“ he hisses, jaw going slack with his whole body being held in the hair only by his hands planted flat on the ground on either side of Doll’s head. “Fuck you’re my best little girl.”

She looks up at him with eyes hopeful but tired, ready to fall asleep right then and there as she pants through her nose.

“Yes,” her Daddy assures her, picking her up to bring her into the bathroom so he can clean her up. “Yes, you always are and always will be my perfect little Doll.”

With that she falls sleep in his arms, allowing him to manipulate her into the bath as he washes away everything the day had brought upon her.