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ode2rin · 4 days

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new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior.

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself.

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any.

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that.

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!”

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting.

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.”

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind.

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit.

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for.

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you.

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim.

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

#☁️ my ode to you #i have more drabbles like this i am fucking insane about him #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi

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iateyourparents · 6 months

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ghostie | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you met something very cute while waiting for boys to be done with exploring haunted place and decided to keep it.

warnings: fluff, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english is not my first language), wasn’t proofread

pictures are from pinterest:)

You were sitting in the back of Sam’s car waiting for Sam, Colby, Seth and Nate to be done with exploring the haunted house.

You were supposed to be with them inside but because you felt ill earlier, you decided to stay in warm of the car, especially with the bad weather outside.

You knew it could even be hours till Sam and Colby will be done there but you weren’t complaining. Car was warm and you had a blanket, snacks, water and your phone so you were sure you wouldn’t die from boredom.

Currently you were watching old episodes of grey’s anatomy. No matter how many times you rewatched this show, you still were amazed by Addison’s entrance.

You were so into your show that you almost didn’t hear silent groan from under the car. Key word - almost.

Your first reaction was of course uneasiness, you were in a driveway of a haunted house so of course many possibilities went through your mind.

Then you heard it again and for sure, unless something wanted to lure you by pretending to be some animal, it wasn’t a ghost or some dark entity.

You were almost sure it was meowing of a cat, eventually really weirdly sounding dog.

But what concerned you was the fact that sound was coming from under the car and it didn’t sound nice. From just the sound of it you could say that the animal was scared and maybe even hurt.

So of course you did the only logical thing. You got out of the car and got on your knees to look under the vehicle. Rain was now pouring on you and you were sure your pants are already stained with dirt and water.

But there it was. Meowing silently, black cat was sitting probably trying to escape the cruel rain.

From its stained with dirt fur you deduced he must be a stray.

You carefully reached your hand in its way to see if it would escape but little creature only smelled it and went for pets. You peted it with smile and then you carefully lifted it from under the car and into your arms just to see that it was a girl.

“Hi baby, what are you doing here? Are you hurt?” you asked in baby voice and got into the warm car with cat in your arms “Do you have an owner baby?”

After moment of silence while you were petting her, you made a decision.

“Well, now you do have an owner. Even two owners” you smiled at her. Apart from dirt on her fur you didn’t saw any wounds so you carefully placed the cat on the blanket and reached for water to give it to her.

“What should I call you, hm?” you thought for a moment “Since you were here with ghosts maybe I will call you Ghostie? I think Colby will like it. Do you like it?” you observed the cat while she was drinking from your hand “I know animals don’t like visiting vet but we have to check you for wounds and some shit like flies, baby.”

You knew she wasn’t an old cat, for sure not older than few months so it broke your heart how someone could possibly leave that baby outside. Especially with that weather. It was certain death for that young animal.

After some time, in which you told Ghostie about Colby, you noticed Sam, Colby, Nate and Seth leaving the house so you quickly covered Ghostie with the blanket and your body.

You knew you would have to eventually tell boys about her but you decided it’s better for them to cool down after exploring first and then visit the vet.

You only hoped that Ghostie will be silent on your way home.

After few minutes while boys were saying goodbye to theirs guests, they got into the car and you asked “How was it?”

“It was great, love! We got so many evidences on the camera.” Colby smiled at you and started telling you everything about their investigations with Sam adding something sometimes.

So far your plan was working. You were already in LA, almost in your house and neither Colby or Sam noticed the presence of a little cat.

But unfortunately, Ghostie felt left out by boys and demanded attention by really loud meow.

Your eyes immediately got wide while Colby looked in the direction of the sound - your direction, and Sam narrowed his brows but didn’t looked away from the road.

“Y/n? What was that?”

“Why it sounded… like a cat?” asked Sam and you laughed awkwardly.

But you didn’t have to explain yourself. Ghostie did that for you by jumping out from where she was bundled in the blanket and got onto your boyfriend’s laps, demanding pets.

“And who’s that?” asked Colby while giving the cat pets she was asking for, but also looking back at you with something that was between amusement and resignation. He already knew what happened.

“Why there’s cat in my car?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, by the way Sam, turn left and go to nearby vet, please.” you asked and then you looked at Colby and laughed awkwardly again “Guess the cat’s out of bag now.”

He just sighed and shook his head.

“Does it have an owner?”

“Yeah” you nodded “Us.”

Colby looked at you with wide eyes.

“You don’t know if it had owners before?” he asked and you shyly shook your head “So you basically stole a cat?”

“She was under the car while I was waiting for you guys! And look at her, it’s obvious she was a stray.”

Colby only sighed but you could tell. He didn’t mind it, he just wasn’t expecting it.

“Her name is Ghostie.” you added silently and you could see that Colby was starting to smile.

“I like it.” he said and you bit back a wide smile that wanted to appear on your face.

“We’re here guys.” Sam announced parking next to an animal clinic.

You got out of the car with Colby while Sam declared he will wait in the car.

“I hope you know it was irresponsible.” Colby said to you while taking your hand with his free one and with the other one still holding Ghostie.

“Yeah, but you want to keep her.” you stated with a smirk and he only rolled his eyes and held door open for you.

“Whatever.” he snorted and kissed your forehead before heading to receptionist’s desk.

Now you were officially a family of three.

#colby brock x reader #colby brock #sam and colby #snc #explr #sam golbach

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nanaminokanojo · 1 month

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BAD NEWS | CHAPTER INDEX/PROLOGUE (Ongoing)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t be more dead wrong, and maybe there isn’t really anything holding you back from acting on it now that you’re all grown up…except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think. MAYBE you’ll be the exception...maybe not.

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts; just skip them. you’re not missing much | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon (consent >>>), etc. | again, god-awful pet names i’d cringe at if a 3d person says it | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

AKI’S NOTES: I would like to express my sincerest thanks to everyone who loved and supported “Thawing Ice Queen” as well as those who participated in the poll on which smau I’m going to write next. So, this is what won in said poll, and I hope it gets as much as love as TIQ if not more. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, and I actively respond to comments as well as Asks. Also, if you’re interested, I will include you in the tag list. Just message me through whatever avenue you’re most comfortable with. Happy reading!

ADDITIONAL NOTES: i will be using pics and other media which would fit situations and make the smau-ness of this piece a little more realistic and entertaining when i believe it’s appropriate/fitting to the plot (as i've done with TIQ). having said that, with regard to inclusivity, i just want to put it out there that they will not necessarily be aimed as the exact descriptions to fit a supposedly generic reader nor will they be representative of a specific race or color (even if you’re/the reader is gojo’s sister here). it’s all for the simple fact of media availability, for funsies and the fact that i don’t exclusively write in consideration of those aspects when using reader-insert characters unless i specify it. thank you for understanding.

MASTERLIST

CHAPTERS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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— KAI'S MASTERLIST ✧

꒰ all writing ✦ full-length fics ✦ series ✦ wips ✦ recs ꒱

× all of these contain smut unless stated otherwise

× listed according to order of posting!

× completed (💐) on-going (🌷) coming soon (🌹)

× personal picks (✨) most popular (🌟)

✧ series masterlist

doting on you! | 💐🌟✨ × tags: fluff, angst

a svt hiphop unit pets series

inflection point | 💐🌟✨ × tags: polyamory, unresolved emotional tension, angst

a jeongcheol poly series

it’s complicated | 🌷✨ × tags: royalty au, magic, slow burn

one commoner, two princes, and three tales far too complicated to comprehend.

line by line | 🌹 × tags: soulmates, fluff, angst, comedy

a svt vocal unit soulmates series

just one night | 🌹 × tags: one night stands, fluff, angst

a svt performance unit one night stand series

game over | 🌷🌟 × tags: streamer au, eventual poly, sex tapes

a minwon streamer au

✧ seungcheol

inflection point | 💐✨ × tags: polyamory, unresolved emotional tension, angst

you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in a exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

thirst trap | 💐 × tags: established relationship, phone sex

when your boyfriend posts a deliberate thirst trap for millions to see, you end up feeling just a little bit sulky.

down bad (so, so bad) | 💐🌟 × tags: pet-sitter!reader, friends to lovers, daddy kink

it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not.

forced orgasm | 💐

when you’re having a bad day | 💐

“you sound pretty hot when you shut up” | 💐

saccharine | 💐

03:26 | 💐

02:55 | 💐

✧ jeonghan

inflection point | 💐✨ × tags: polyamory, unresolved emotional tension, angst

you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

ode to you | 💐 × tags: reincarnation, multiple lives, pining, angst, no smut

if there's one thing you've learned from all the lives you've spent together, it's that jeonghan isn't always someone you'll end up wanting. he can be crass. he can be secretive. he can be nothing short of vexing. but in the end, he's everything you need him to be.

every summertime | 💐 × tags: 70s au, hard to get, bad decisions, pining?

you’re not really interested in the record shop downtown. but people aren’t oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner’s pants—not even the owner himself.

sexting | 💐

when you’re having a bad day | 💐

02:55 | 💐

03:05 | 💐

jeonghan as your roommate | 💐

✧ joshua

bad habits | 💐 × tags: exes w benefits, car sex, pining, angst

it’s common practice to not sleep around with your ex months after you broke up. too bad you and joshua are terrible at doing things by the book.

hoax | 💐✨ × tags: mafia!joshua, strangers to lovers, angst

you’re a hostess that’s drowning in debt, and jisoo is a man with too many secrets to keep. making a clean break for it isn’t as easy as you’d hoped.

eyes meeting, hearts apart | 💐 × tags: prince!joshua, requited unrequited love

you could’ve fallen for the childhood friend who owns a flower shop, the singer who takes the stage of the bar every other day. hell, even the landlord’s flirtatious son could’ve been a better choice. but you can’t really help it if your heart longs for a prince who’s in love with somebody else.

505 | 💐 × tags: coworkers, friends with benefits, angst

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck; or i did, last time i checked.

17:12 | 💐

00:51 | 💐

03:05 | 💐

✧ junhui

the first circle of hell [1] [2] | 💐 × tags: vampire, reincarnation, angst, major character death

the first time you catch a glimpse of jun, you feel like you’ve seen him somewhere before. a magazine cover, a billboard, or a music show you watched in passing. jun, on the other hand, seems to know you a lot better than you know yourself.

✧ soonyoung

daylight | 💐 × tags: automaton!hoshi, sci-fi, angst

when hoshi first opened his eyes, the singular impulse hard-wired into his circuitry is to dance. a performer in every sense of the word, he simply finds another stage to set foot on in the planet of salax after the escape. people never overstay their welcome here, but he unexpectedly meets you—a mechanic born and raised in a place where no one deigns to linger for too long.

friends with benefits | 💐

untitled | 💐

i knew you were trouble | 💐

✧ wonwoo

underlying pretense | 💐🌟 × tags: enemies to lovers, sex tapes

being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account.

favorite poison | 💐🌟 × tags: enemies to lovers, sex tapes

no strings attached sex is easy. catching feelings for a person you supposedly hate is hard. it’s in times like this when wonwoo wishes he can set the dial on his life to easy mode forever, but everyone knows he’s nothing if not stubbornly competitive.

mirage | 💐 × tags: strangers to lovers, one night stands

he loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. you can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. how he’s seemingly on the cusp, teetering dangerously across the knife’s edge. you’re nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

meet cute of the century | 💐🌟✨ × tags: meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining

the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.

caught in the middle | 💐 × tags: established relationship, one-sided pining

mingyu knows. he’s perfectly aware that his best friend’s girlfriend is the last person he should end up wanting. but who is he to refuse when wonwoo invites him to join something he never thought he could ever be part of?

don’t be lazy | 💐

02:35 | 💐

✧ jihoon

let’s fall in love for the night | 💐

✧ minghao

rush hour | 💐 × tags: enemies to lovers, dancer au, public sex

you used to be good friends with the newest dancer in your agency, but your competitiveness gets the better of you when he overtakes your spot as the top performer of the month—for three straight months.

terrified | 💐✨ × tags: established relationship, marriage, having kids

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

when it’s cold outside | 💐

✧ mingyu

again and again | 💐🌟✨ × tags: exes, fake dating, angst

your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

vices & virtues | 💐 × tags: enemies to lovers, bodyguard!gyu

being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you’re used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can’t have: with unbridled hostility.

caught in the middle | 💐 × tags: established relationship, one-sided pining

needy | 💐

✧ seokmin

20:32 | 💐

✧ seungkwan

1:12 | 💐

✧ vernon

divorce child | 💐 × tags: exes to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, angst

you like to think that your most recent breakup with vernon ended on relatively good terms. there’s only one issue left to sort out: who’s getting custody of the cat you got together?

friends with benefits | 💐

01:22 | 💐

✧ chan

promise ring | 💐✨ × tags: fantasy, childhood friends, mutual pining

no one would’ve guessed that the only daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you’re forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

2:40 | 💐

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kyra45 · 8 months

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Keys guide to scam spotting (v2)

Hi! I’m Key (Or Jess depending on which blog you know me from) and I’ll be telling you some better information and detail on how to spot a scam account be it a pet scam or a donation scam. All information is based on my own experiences and I’ll try to keep this post accessible so the only big text is the title. This information should help in understanding how these scams work and how to spot them without having to do too much work. As always, if you appreciate what I do and want to show it, sharing these info posts helps other users see it and learn about blogs that might send them asks.

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What is a donation scam? - A donation scam is when someone is being deceptive to get money by claiming they need mutual aid or support. For example, they are using the story from someone else’s fundraising post in order to get donations and won’t tell anyone their lying. This is called a donation scam. While the story may be legitimate, it is a story stolen off someone else and means the real person isn’t getting the support they asked for because someone else is using it. These stories are often stolen off Facebook/GoFundMe or even Instagram and could come from a private account or group so searching wouldn’t come up with a source. The images may also be stolen from somewhere else too.

How do you spot a donation scam? - Donation scams are usually easily spotted if you take a closer look at the information being given. Stolen stories will often have certain parts removed and replaced with the information the scammer added themselves. Sometimes the post may be composed of two different parts and won’t sound right if you pay close attention. For example, part of the story sounds fine but then the second part of the story seems out of place and doesn’t match up with the beginning. Another thing to check is how old the account is and if you have timestamps on you can see if an older post is backdated. You can also check to see if the account has tagged certain blogs in their post though this isn’t always a sign of a scam.

What is post backdating? - Post backdating is changing the dates of a reblogged post to look older then it really is. While this can be used with good intentions, scammers often use this to trick people into thinking their account is years old or even a few months old. The one way to find this is by turning on timestamps in dashboard settings and checking ‘other notes’ in reblogs. This is the only way to see the true date something was shared. Accounts who backdate posts will often claim someone told them to do it or they’ll say they didn’t know it was bad. However, you can not accidentally backdate a post.

Did the account contact you first? - A common occurrence is that you will get scam asks if you share a popular or trending post. Usually these accounts send asks to anyone they find without care of who it is and might lie as well if you ask them how they found you. In general, a brand new account shouldn’t easily find you unless they were watching the notes of popular posts. Occasionally these new accounts will even send asks to certain accounts they shouldn’t know about unless they have seen the account before. If your DMs are closed, the ask may ask you to message them because it’s urgent but all they will do is ask for money or ask you to loan them some money.

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What is a pet donation scam? - A pet donation scam is where someone has went and looked around for vet fundraisers online and then took it for themselves by saving the images and story while erasing any links that would lead to the real pet getting support. They will then repost it to tumblr and say it’s actually their pet needing urgent care with the post title being very large and in red text for a sense of urgency. Sometimes they’ll say they can’t use GoFundMe because it has a fee or something else. This is a scam because they are not the owner of the pet and have stolen everything meaning no funds sent will be towards the actual pets care.

How do you spot a pet donation scam? - A common way of a pet donation scam is by how old the pinned post is and how many posts are reblogged on the account. Usually there is only a few posts shared and always shared around the same time and then no more. These posts all come from a trending topic, a fandom, or are popular posts. Another thing is checking the bio in Google search and seeing if it’s been took from someone else as the scammer never makes their own bio. Reverse image search their pfp to see who it really belongs to in case they stole it. Another important thing is to check their link and see if it matches up with the vet bill. Since most pictures are stolen off a private group, reverse image search won’t find them. The name they may have is likely not their real name and is stolen.

Did the account send you an ask? - Regardless of what the ask says, it usually requests you to answer it privately or message them so they can tell you thanks. These asks may have several emojis in them as well but their always just copy/pasted and sent to multiple users all at once on a daily basis. The private answer is so the ask won’t show up if someone is looking it up. If their post is public, there shouldn’t be a reason to need a private response to an ask you have sent to many people unless you are trying to hide it. Messaging these accounts is useless because they’ll lie to you when you ask them questions back or just ignore you.

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What is a fake check scam? - A fake check scam is when a generally blank account with no pfp will message you after you used certain tags and ask you if you still need help. Even if you have links to send support, these accounts will ignore that in order to ask for your personal information such as phone number or banking details. They will then offer to send you a check. This is a fake check and cashing it won’t be scamming the scammer. You will lose money instead and the scammer will already move on to someone else. Never give them your private information.

Are there any other scam types? - When you tag posts, you’ll often get messages from accounts claiming they can help you get more attention on your campaign but you have to pay them money or go off-site to contact them. These are fake support accounts and they always use stock images while pretending to be officially affiliated and act like their Digital Marketing title means their not trying to scam you. They get defensive when called out and may start insulting you when they figure out you are already aware they aren’t legitimate.

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What is a funeral donation scam? - A funeral donation scam is when an account posts saying someone has passed away but the images they used are actually took from someone else and may be photoshopped. Bills may be edited to suit their story and names may be changed to someone else’s. This isn’t a real common scam! But it’s happened a lot lately but the basics are the account will steal someone’s pictures and pass them off as theirs and when caught will say they were forced to or know it’s wrong but did it anyway.

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In closing, this is information regarding common scam types you’ll find on tumblr. It’s always suggested to pay close attention to asks you get it they fit the criteria of being sent from a scammer. Answer the asks publicly and call out the blog. The scammer may block you as a result, but it’ll help your ask be seen it someone has looked it up. I suggest never spamming asks to share your pinned aid post because unfortunately scammers do this and you shouldn’t ignore people saying to please stop spamming. Always check to see if someone is comfortable getting these kinds of asks too because it won’t look too good if you have sent them an ask when they say please don’t.

As always, not everyone asking for support is a scammer! Legitimate people are out there. It’s just unfortunate scammers have made it harder for them to get help. You can always do your own research and compare it to what others have given and come to your own conclusion.

#scam #donation scam #pet donation scam #how to spot a scam blog #psa #important information #long post #longpost #pet scam

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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Whumpers not allowing whumpees on furniture (and caretakers ALLOWING them on furniture).

That's it. That's the ask.

tw dehumanisation, self-blame, self-deprecation, conditioned whumpee, pet whump, past trauma

Whumpee had fallen asleep. They'd only meant to rest a bit on the sofa, just a couple hours before they resumed their chores, and they'd fallen asleep.

They'd already taken a risk when they'd curled up among the fluffy throw pillows, but they'd thought it was a risk worth taking for a speck of comfort. A mere hour on a soft surface had sounded too good to their abused mind and body, too damn good after months and years of hardwood floors and their own shirts for pillows.

They'd thought they could avoid Caretaker catching them. And now here they were, standing in the doorway and staring at them with open surprise on their face.

Whumpee scrambled to get off the sofa, knowing well that pets weren't allowed on furniture, already thinking about all the horrible punishments they'd have to go through for violating such a basic rule.

"I'm sorry," they cried desperately, crawling over to Caretaker and bowing so deep their forehead was resting against the floor. The floor on which they should've been sleeping, instead of their master's soft couch. "I'm so sorry, please, I don't know what I was thinking, please forgive me! I'm so sorry!"

Caretaker quickly threw their bag on the floor and crouched down, gently nudging Whumpee by the shoulders to sit up. "Hey... Hey, Whumpee... It's okay, come on..."

"I'm s-so sorry, I was bad, I was disobedient, I knew I shouldn't do it and that's why I tried to do it behind your back... I'm sorry... It's, it's better that I failed, because otherwise I would've gotten away with breaking rules and lying and–"

"Oh, sweetheart..." They sighed, and Whumpee could hear the disappointment, and they couldn't believe they'd betrayed the trust of such a kind master.

"P-please, mercy," they whimpered. "I know I d-don't deserve it, I know..."

"There's no rule that prohibits you from using the furniture, Whumpee."

In one ear, out the other. Of course there was. It was so obvious, it was common sense, it had been drilled into them, and they'd knowingly violated it. Still, they stayed quiet, too afraid to argue with their owner.

"Can you sit up?" they asked gently, and Whumpee tore themself away from the floor, terrified of facing their master. "Good, that's good. Let's just calm down for a second, yeah?"

Whumpee had never felt less calm in their life. They were sobbing uncontrollably, unable to comply with even the simplest of orders, such as 'breathe'. They were making it worse, they were sure of it.

Yet... Caretaker didn't seem particularly angry. Of course, anger wasn't needed to dish out some horrendous punishment, Whumpee had learned that the hard way. But this felt different. Caretaker felt patient.

"I'm sorry," they blurted out again when they felt less frantic, and Caretaker smiled sadly.

"I know. But there's no need. You didn't do anything wrong in my eyes."

"B-but, but I– I dirtied the furniture–"

"Whumpee, listen to me." Caretaker cupped their cheeks, looking completely serious. "You're not dirty. You're not dirty for being you, you're not dirty by virtue of being a pet, or whatever that sick fuck has told you. Yeah? You can't just dirty my sofa, or the guest bed, or the plates in the kitchen, or anything just by touching them, unless you're deliberately smearing mud on them or something. Have you done that to the sofa? It doesn't look like you have. You're okay."

Whumpee swallowed and nodded, eager to agree and appease their master; despite the fact that their sentiment was in direct opposition with what they'd been taught over years. "I– I understand."

"Good. That's good. I'm glad. I'm not going to force you to use the furniture if it's too scary for now. But I want you to understand that it's not forbidden."

They nodded again, and Caretaker seemed pleased with their reaction. Pleased enough to let go of them and stand up, extending a hand to pull them up as well. Whumpee took it hesitantly.

"It'd make me very happy if we could get to a level where you're comfortable using everything in my house," Caretaker went on. "I know it'll take time, but... just know that that's the goal I have in mind. Today has been a step in the right direction, I hope."

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou

#whump #whump drabble #comfort #dehumanisation #self-blame #self-deprecation #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #past trauma #asks #recovery fic

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harlowtales · 1 month

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Paparazzi knew puppy’s name and Y/N was left to her own devices 😤 🐶

18+ Only - Adult themes, Language

“Hey baby” Jack said calling early on FaceTime. It was early morning where he was on tour in New Zealand.

“You look so sexy and groggy.” You said admiring how gorgeous your husband always looks. He took off his bonnet and shook out his curls causing your heart to flutter.

“Stop looking at me like that Y/N that’s how we got Ella.” Jack said cautioning you. You had a little boy from a previous relationship and Jack accepted him fully as his own. “Where’s my little muffin and my boy?”

“Well Jax is at school and Ella is right here. She just finished nursing.” You said happily and showed Jack baby Ella half passing out, and smiling at the breast.

“Funny how our happy place is the same.” Jack said wistfully happy to get a peak at your boob.

“You’re so silly!” You giggled. “I miss you so much”

“I miss you guys like crazy but some people don’t want to pull their kids out of school to go on a world tour.” Jack said with an eye roll and still feeling a way about you making that decision.

“Stability Jackman. It’s all about stability.” You said taking a stretch. “I better get moving. I’m meeting Azura for a walk.”

Just then Lil puppy Lou Lou came bounding up and licked you in the face. Jack was thrilled to see her. She woke up Ella drifting off but she was happy anyway. Ella was always happy unless she was tired and then she’d fuss and rub her head of chestnut curls. She rarely fully cried and was almost sleeping through the night.

“Aight my baby tell Jax I love him and don’t worry about his math test ok. I’ll call y’all later. Your husband said. He made a naughty gesture just before he signed off.

“Jackman! I swear!” You yelled to a blank screen as he vanished. “Daddy looks too good Imma have to be careful before I have 10 y’all” you said to Ella who looked like she was gearing up to go out for a walk.

You took a quick shower and slipped into your favourite hoodie of Jack’s, some yoga pants, and your one of many pairs of New Balances. Today it was Carolina blue 550s because you were missing your man bad. You slipped Ella’s wiggly chubby legs into a New Balance jumper and got the leash on Lou Lou.

“Hey girl!!” You said excitedly to Urban’s girlfriend Azura. Little man is getting big!” You said ruffling their son Liam’s hair.

“Yes he is girl and getting like his daddy wanting to take pictures of everything. We got him a toy camera and he carries it around his neck everywhere like Urb.” Azura said looking down lovingly at 4 year old Liam.

Liam wandered a bit away as you chatted with Azura. Suddenly you heard him talking a few feet away to a lady who was asking questions about his toy.

“Hey there little guy I like your camera” She said with a smile and had a cute dog with her that Liam petted. Azura was watching and everything seemed fine. Liam loved dogs and nothing seemed wrong. It was a beautiful sunny day and lots of people were out walking with dogs.

“Liam be gentle with the puppy ok?” Azura cautioned as he politely asked to pick it up and the owner agreed.

“It’s fine.” The lady said “Hey, you’re Jack Harlow’s fiancée….Y/N isn’t it? And Baby Ella so adorable with puppy Lou Lou. Nice to see you enjoying this beautiful day.”

Both you and Azura froze with a bad feeling. They had been following you and poor little Liam walked right into the trap because the lady had a dog and seemed nice.

“Liam hunny put the doggy down we have to go.” Azura said sternly and cautiously.

“I’m not answering any of your questions.” You said firmly to the paparazzi and turned to leave.

“Well I bet the world will like to see how rude one of the hottest stars’s fiancee is.” They said taunting you.

Azura made a sudden move to jump on the lady and caused a scene. Urban wasn’t under as much scrutiny as Jack so him and his family didn’t have to go through people following them. Jack had trained you how to be in public and around the media. You leaped in front of Azura to prevent her doing anything foolish.

“Well one of you has some sense! I would sue you!” The lady spat back.

“….and we would sue yo ass right back bitch!” Azura clapped back

While the back and forth with the sneaky paparazzi and Azura was going on you had discreetly emergency dialled Andy an “sos” message. It was something Jack had set up for your safety. Andy’s secretary sent police to your location. You stalled the lady until they got there. Let me tell you something.” You said calmly to the lady maintaining your composure “Tell all your slimy fellow bottom feeders that make a living off of this that me and my family, including my husband are not taking any shit and WE will be suing YOU.”

Everyone in town knew who you were but only a small circle knew the puppy’s name. Someone must have told someone else and that someone else was paid off. A small crowd had gathered which made it difficult for the lady to take off running. Police were carefully approaching so as not to provoke her to flee. You saw them coming. You and Azura kept her talking with Azura continuing to intimidate her which she was much better at than you.

“Listen bitch, you don’t get to talk to people’s kids like that with your rented dog and pretend you’re friendly. That’s like attempted kidnapping.” Azura said angrily holding onto Liam who was scared.”

“Get over yourself lady. Nobody even knows who you are.” The paparazzi argued with Azura.

“They know me on twitch bitch!” Azura shot back as she was one of the biggest gamers.

Police were behind her without her knowing and heard the whole conversation.

“Look behind you.” You said smugly to her. She turned and realized she was under arrest.

“I didn’t try to kidnap no kid!!!” The lady paparazzi yelled. “I’m just doing my job!! Let go of me!” She said as police cuffed her and walked her away.

The call you were dreading coming in started lighting up your screen with your husband’s picture. You hesitated to answer. “Y/N dafuq is going on? Are y’all ok?” He said right away with Urban right beside him. “They knew pup’s name?”

“Azura? Liam? Daddy’s right here!” Urban shouted concerned and on the verge of tears.

“Bro call your chick on her phone.” Jack said to him annoyed.

“Jack we are fine see? Wave to daddy Ella, wave pups.” You said as cheerfully as possible and Azura waved too as Urban called her.

“Jack it’s all good we’re fine.” You said calmly not wanting him to know how you were really feeling.

“Nice try Y/N. I invented that whole never show people how you’re screaming inside type shit.” Jack said catching you in the act of trying to appear unbothered. I need Ella where is she?” He asked trying to see into the stroller. “Y/N why are you not holding her close right now with wackos on the loose and why are y’all still out?? Go back home please, and call when you get in.” Said Jack cooing with Ella and being strict with you. “Now Y/N”.

“Ok ok we’re headed back in.” You said irritated your one day out in a while turned into this.

“Listen I’ll have one of boys pick y’all up and take you to my parents. My mom is losing her mind right now. Ella and Lou Lou can play in the back yard.” Jack said in full dad mode. “Go pick up Jax first ok? You need to tell him before he finds out and make sure he’s not scared.”

All you wanted to do was go for a walk. Being Mrs. Harlow was not going to be easy. You didn’t like how firm Jack was with you and felt like he thought you weren’t being responsible enough. You hated when he got like this. “Oh and I love you too.” You said sarcastically. “Bye Jack.”

“Wait..I’m..I’m sorry baby. If you were hurt, if Ella…I can’t…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bark at you. I just…” He paused and was holding back tears. “I love you ok?” He finally finished looking away and trying to keep it together.

“Jack I’m sorry. I snapped at you.” You apologized. You knew he loved you.

“Please get little man, take Azura and Liam home, and sleep at my parents house tonight. Please Y/N.” Jack begged. Seeing him soften up made you feel warm inside.

“Ok baby whatever you need for peace of mind but I’m fine. Really.” You said.

“Yeah she not a little bitch like you!” Urban said getting off the phone with Azura and his son.

“Will you two get off my phone!” You giggled.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x reader #Spotify

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 —

— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss terushima, stripper y/n, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, pet names, fingering [ sir kink if you squint ]

— wc : 1.3k

the way you moved your hips was hypnotising. try as he might, terushima could not bring himself to look away from your body. he can hear kuroo talking, something about shipments and guns. he should be paying attention, he’s their boss after all but he can’t look away.

why would then have a meeting in the new club? he usually doesn’t pay attention to the dancers. they’re beautiful sure but he knows they want his money and to be known as his girl. he finds it amusing more than anything else.

you’re beautiful and he loves the way he strobe lights shine from above you. you’re so confident with your body and the way you move has everyone hooked. he has no doubts that his club his going to be raining in a lot of money tonight.

“she’s new” kiyoko says, placing their tray of alcohol on the expensive glass table, “she started on thursday”

“you didn’t think to take it up with me?” terushima asks, eyes never leaving you as you grip the pole with both your hands. his mind wonders to other poles you could hop onto.

“you never take interest in our dancers” she says dryly, “just as long as they keep customers coming back, right?”

he ignores her and stands to loosen his tie. he didn’t like the way the men down below were watching you, drooling over your body. it made him clench his jaw.

“send her to my office” he says, tone dismissive and leaving no room for anyone to argue. they know better anyway.

you weren’t scared. you knew all about the shady business and the owner of the club. you enjoyed dancing and the extra money wasn’t bad either. whatever they did wasn’t your business but when mikasa told you the boss wanted to see you, your palms felt a little clammy.

“come in” terushima, your boss, grins, “close the door sweetheart”

“yes sir” you say softly. not because you’re scared but because you’re in shock. you didn’t know this was your boss.

“have a seat” he says, “would you like a drink?”

“sure” you shrug, taking a seat on one of the luxury leather chairs in front of his desk. he smells good, even from where you’re sitting. he licks his lips and you notice the small metal ball on his tongue.

“no need to be so nervous love” he chuckles, handing you a glass of wine, “i don’t bite”

you wouldn’t mind if he did bite but you don’t say anything, subtly squeezing your thighs together as you take a sip of the wine. after a long night, it felt good to sit down and have a glass of wine.

“i don’t usually meet the dancers unless it’s for work or events” he taps his desk as he crosses his legs, “but i saw you out there tonight and i had to meet you”

you don’t really know what to say so you nod, smiling when he grins at you again. he really was so handsome but the piercing you knew he had was distracting you.

“want to see it up close?” he smirks

you feel flushed.

“i’m sorry” you say quickly, not realising you had said that out loud.

“don’t apologise sweetheart” he laughs, giving you a perfect view of the piercing again. “do you want to come sit closer?”

you don’t know why but you do. walking over, you sit on his desk right in front of him. you lean back on the table and look down at him as he eyes your legs. he’s not ashamed to check you out and even though it’s the bare minimum and he could probably get away with doing whatever he wanted, he doesn’t touch you.

“i didn’t ask for a private show but i’m not opposed to it now” he bites his lip when you tilt your head sideways. you look so pretty perched on his desk. when he invited you upstairs, he really was only interested in meeting you. he wasn’t against playing the long game.

“did you ask me up here to talk, sir?” you ask, pretty eye lashes batting at him as you teasingly spread your legs. you were usually confined so you had no reason to be shy around him. it was obvious he liked what he saw.

he groans and runs his hand through his dirty blonde hair. he narrows his eyes at you and you hide your smile.

“y/n, you’re testing my patience” he warns, “i didn’t call you up here to fuck you”

“no?” you pout

he sighs. he was known for getting around but he was more interested in you than he’d ever been in anyone else for a very long time. he doesn’t really remember a time where he was this interested.

you weren’t necessarily intimidated by him and you seemed confident which he appreciated. people enjoyed kissing his ass and he hated brown nosers.

“unless you want me to” he rolls his sleeves up, “you’re a big girl, speak up”

you spread your legs slowly, revealing just now interested you were. it was embarrassing but you wouldn’t let him know that. your sheer panties left little to the imagination up close.

“you let everyone fuck you?” he scoffs, eyes never leaving your pussy even as he mocks you.

“no” you frown, “but can you blame me right now?”

he laughs and shakes his head. he could tell you were going to be a handful and he would enjoy keeping you in check.

you lean down and kiss his jaw, trailing soft wet kisses down his neck and he bites back a groan.

“touch me sir” you whisper, “please”

he grabs your hips forward, causing you to yelp and fall backwards. he nips and bites the inside of your thighs as he grips your ass. he slaps your pussy when you try to close your thighs.

“behave baby” he says, voice sounding slightly hoarse

he kisses your clothed pussy before pressing his tongue flat against you. the feeling of the ball presses against your clit and you moan, grabbing his hair with one hand as the other travels up to grab your breasts.

“you’re so fucking wet” he moans, pushing your panties to the side as he sucks his fingers. “all for me?”

“yeah” you nod your head, grip in his hair tightening as he slips his middle finger into you. you’re tight and he feels his dick throbbing in his slacks. he was going to ruin you.

“fuck” he groans before going back in to eat your pussy. he sucks on your clit and adds a second finger. he scissors you open as he makes sure to teases your clit with his piercing.

the feeling is so foreign but so good. your sweet moans fill his office and he hopes everyone in the next room can hear just how good he’s making you feel.

you were his now.

his tongue joins the two fingers inside you and you arch your back, struggling to keep your eyes open but you want to see him so you look down.

he’s watching you intently, eyes narrowed into slits and it makes you squirm. he’s smirking against your pussy, fingers deeper than you could ever hope to achieve on your own.

“that’s it baby, ride my fucking face” he slaps your clit which causes you to scream. you grip his hair and move your hips against his face. it’s so messy and sloppy but it’s turning you on and you’re so close.

“fuck” you cry out, tossing your head back when you feel your orgasm approaching “i’m close”

“let go” he says, “cum on my face”

your legs shake from the intensity of your orgasm. you can barely catch you breath and he’s helping you ride it out. you’ve never felt this good just from being eaten out or fingered.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groans, standing to remove his shirt.

he gives you some time to calm down. he was far from done with you and after tonight, you were his girl.

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anon-sect · 7 months

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PART TWO

Zane went home, thinking about his wild weekend at his coworker Eric's house. He was on all fours nearly the whole weekend. At night, he had to sleep on the floor next to Eric's bed with the leash tied to the bed post. He was literally being treated like a foot pet, Eric's foot pet. In the morning, he would have to kiss his coworkers feet when he woke up. And kiss them at night when he went to sleep. Eric would be on the phone during the day, while he was in the floor licking his feet, or even if Eric was watching tv. Many times his coworker would simply ignore him at his feet. It was quite a humiliating experience, but he was loving every moment. He started seeing his coworker as his hot owner and wanted to serve even more. Before this weekend, he would never have thought of Eric in this way. He was told that would be coming over on some nights and almost every weekend till the loan was paid off. He slightly pretended to hate it, but was oddly looking forward to it.

It was a couple of days later, when Eric told him to be at his house tonight. He wanted to try something different. Zane wondered what he would make him do this time.

Eric was enjoying the control he had over Zane. As long as the loan wasn't paid in full, he could make Zane do anything he just about wanted. He almost was hoping his coworker couldn't pay him back. Having Zane under his control was a power trip he never thought he would actually enjoy. He was looking forward to tonight's fun with his personal foot toy, as he thought of Zane.

Zane was met at the door by Eric the moment he knocked on his front door. He saw the he had the collar and leash in hand, ready to start the fun. Once the door was closed, Zane got to his hand and knees without being told to do so. He felt Eric put the collar around his neck and attach the leash. "Kiss, boy." He heard one simple command. He began kissing Eric's feet several times, worshipping his coworker. As Eric began to walk toward his den, he followed crawling on hands and knees.

Once in the den, he saw the coffee table was pushed further away from the couch. "Tonight, you will serve as my foot rest." Eric spoke to Zane. "Stay on all fours and straighten your back." Eric spoke as he maneuvered Zane into the right position in front of the couch. Once in place, Eric propped his feet on Zane's back. He tried to keep his back as straight as possible. "How long do I stay this way, Sir?" He asked him. Eric removed one laeg and rubbed his socked feet into his face. "For as long as I want, foot rest. Also, no speaking unless I say otherwise. Furniture don't have mouths to speak to their owners." Eric paused as a thought entered his mind. He removed both socks. "Open up." He commanded as stuffed one foul sock into Zane's mouth. The other sock he used to tie it around his mouth and face, keeping the sock in his mouth. "Now you are a quiet foot rest." He laughed as he snapped a quick picture with his phone.

Zane thought the weekend domination was bad. Tonight definitely stepped it up a notch. He was literally being used as furniture in Eric's house. The sock was a bit disgusting to suck on in his mouth. He initially wanted to take it out, but his owner would not approve. He kept quiet while Eric ignored him and watch television. A few times he would rub his bare foot in his face and laugh at him for letting him do it.

After about two and a half hours, Zane's arms and legs were getting tired. He was struggling to hold his back straight for Eric. He saw that he was getting annoyed by it. The entire time, Eric never bothered to remove the sock from his mouth. "Since you can hold my legs and feet up anymore, get on the floor on your back." Zane found himself maneuvered again in front of the couch. He watched as two soft soles pressed on his face. With the sock still in his mouth, the only way was to breathe out of his nose. Each breath he intake a slightly foul foot odor of Eric's feet. As much as he thought he should hate this, he was enjoying being dominated by his hot coworker.

Eric really didn't care how much Zane was either liking or hating what he did to him. As long as he owed him, Zane was his to do with as he pleased. But secretly, he was also enjoying the power he had over him. He kept Zane sniffing his feet till late in the night when he finally took out the socks and let him go back home.

This was Zane's life for months as he continued to pay back Eric on the loan. At least three nights of the week, he was over at his house being dominated at his feet or in bed on some occasions. He had paid back $2,000.00, so far. He wondered how much longer Eric would own him at this rate, even though he secretly didn't want it to end.

Eric knew Zane would pay him off eventually, and the fun would be over. He really didn't want that result, but what possible solution could there be where Zane was his forever. He saw an advertisement on Formula X and Formula Z. He knew his solution was that. With Formula X, he could turn Zane into anything he wanted and keep him forever being dominated. With Formula Z, he could transform him back and use the other Formula to make him into something else. He now had the perfect idea and plan.

Zane was at his desk when Eric approached him. "Be at my place tonight. I have good news for you concerning the loan." He told him and walked off. He hypothesize what the good news could be. Maybe he canceled the loan or reduced it even further. At any rate, he would find out tonight.

Zane arrived that evening at Eric's house as directed. He expected him to have collar and leash ready as usual, but there was no collar or leash in his hands. In fact, he instructed him not to crawl behind him but walk normal. He was a little confused about what was going on. As he went to sit on the couch beside him, he saw two glasses on the coffee table. Were they about to celebrate something, he thought to himself.

Eric handed Zane the tainted drink with Formula X in it. "I decided you paid it in full. We are drinking to the end of you owing me." Eric spoke as he drink what was in the other glass. He watched as Zane continued to drink the tainted liquid. He waited till Zane finished it off and placed the glass on the coffee table. "Massage my feet one last time, would you?" He asked.

Zane loved whatever that drink was. He was relieved that he no longer needed to pay Eric, but was sad to see the domination end. When Eric asked him that, he gladly got to his knees to massage those feet one last time. As he rub them, he began to feel weird. He saw a devious smile on Eric's face. What was he up to, he thought. The room seemed to get larger, including Eric. The realization of what was going on scared him. He was shrinking. "What did you do to me?" He quickly questioned.

"Instead of you continuing to pay me, I decided to take you as the payment. You love Mt feet and socks so well. I thought, why not be my socks for a while. You really will get to smell like my feet for real then," Eric spoke and laughed at the rapidly shrinking Zane. Soon Zane was so small that he began to morph into a pair of white cotton socks. He picked them up off the floor and put them on his feet. "Wow, you really do make a good pair of socks, Zane. I will keep you like this for a good three months and not wash you. That way you get to really feel my foot stench." He spoke as he relaxed and turned the TV up. Zane was socks now, or at least for the next three months or so. If anyone asks about him at work, he would just simply tell them he didn't know where he was. As far as he was concerned, he got something special in exchange of the money.

Zane found himself wrapped around Eric's feet. He could tell that he hadn't showered since the morning by the smell of his feet. As socks, the stench was even stronger. The taste of his feet is even foul than before. The wiggling of the toes truly made him see how his fate was. He was just an object on Eric's feet totally against his will. This level of domination he was prepared for. He mentally begged him to let him go but could tell Eric couldn't hear his thoughts or pleas. After about an hour later, upon which he was also walked on without a single care from Eric, he decided to settle for his fate. He wanted him to continue to dominate him, but not like this. Soon, he would smell like the foul socks he worshipped for months, and no one would know of it. Only Eric would know his whereabouts and fate, totally placing him at Eric's mercy forever.

Collaboration with @jkob85

#foot domination #shrinkage #inanimate transformation

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jjungkookislife · 9 months

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Sunday, Monday...

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: fwb, f2l, coworkers au, smut [18+]

summary: what's that saying? don't fuck your coworker... unless he's Jeon Jungkook.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mentions, mention of smoking (cigarettes), (exclusive) friends with benefits, sex at their workplace parking lot, reader calls jungkook a brat a few times, pet names (babe, baby, good girl), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking/biting, car sex, unprotected sex, spanking, a little degradation, creampie, morning sex, implied sex in public

a/n: I have been in a writing funk as of late, so i hope you enjoy this. i adore them both so much <3

date: July 29, 2023

Exhaustion lingered in your body as you pulled into the parking lot of your job, choosing the darkest corner with the burnt-out lightbulb hidden just out of view of the camera. You checked your appearance one last time as headlights nearly blinded you from the entrance of the lot.

You were early; the reason pulling up next to you as they parked next to your car. You shut yours off, taking your phone that no longer buzzed incessantly like it had just an hour before.

“Hey,” you grumbled as you climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door harder than necessary, ignoring the wince of your coworker and your new alarm clock, apparently. What a bastard! He knew you liked your pre-work nap, and yet he texted you over and over just to make sure you’d be coming tonight. As if you’d miss a night to make slamming tips with him at your side. Besides, your pre-work fuck was becoming a routine, a little energy boost to get you through the night when your Red Bull concoctions didn’t.

“That happy to see me, huh?” Jungkook grins anyway, used to your sour mood when he bombarded your phone with texts. Some border on sexual, some not.

[Kook from work] 6:55 pm

What are you wearing?

[Kook from work] 6:58 pm

So we can match not…well, I wanna know what I’m taking off too 🥴

[Kook from work] 7:08 pm

Do you want to do body shots off each other like last week? 🤤🤤🤤

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

Replyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🥲

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

I’m lonely 😞

[Kook from work] 7:12 pm

Are you still sleeping?

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

Wake upppppp

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

WAKE UP 😭

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:24 pm

WAKE UPPPPPP

[You] 7:25 pm I’m up! I’m up! You annoying little brat

[Kook from work]

Hi 😚

Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response as you set your phone in one of the cup holders, accidentally hitting the button to light up your screen. Jungkook pouts when he sees his name hasn’t changed on your phone.

“Still just ‘Kook from work’?”

“Yup,” you sneer.

“Not even a ‘Jungkook from work who blows my back out’ or anything?” He questions with a smirk when you roll your eyes and playfully shove him.

“You’re so annoying,” you huff, leaning back in the seat to stare upwards. Jungkook's soft laughter fills the tinted SUV for a moment.

When you first started working at the nightclub, you were inexperienced and overeager. The tips were good and the clientele was mostly regulars who enjoyed not having to pay an entrance fee. Your boss, the owner, Min Yoongi, took shit from no one and took your side for every bad customer interaction. He was sweet, friendly, and loved his whiskey neat.

You got along well with the bouncers, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin, who took no shit from anybody and of course one of your closest friends, Hoseok, worked most nights at your side, either behind the bar or training the new barback, Taehyung. Jungkook had joined the team a few months ago, another friend of Hoseok and Yoongi’s. He was outgoing, overeager, and learned his shit pretty quickly. You requested being put on his shifts, his nights drawing large crowds and tips your way. Hoseok drew in huge crowds as well, until the clientele realized flirting with Yoongi’s husband was a bad idea. Yoongi would raise a brow, and the customers would falter, order an extra shot to down to get over the shock of his stare, and go on their way.

Hoseok both loved and hated it. Now, he works whenever he feels like it, along with a few other bartenders that were hired part-time to fill the gaps.

“I think ‘Jungkook with the huge cock’ would also work wonders for my self-esteem,” Jungkook jokes, cackling when you reach out to shove his shoulder. After making contact, he laces his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

Thoughts whirl around in your head, most of them being ‘just friends’, but you both know at this point that’s another bullshit lie. You spent so much time ignoring your feelings for him but for now, hooking up before work seems to work for the two of you. Despite all your coworkers/friends insinuating otherwise. You thought you were being secretive hiding out in the darkest spot on the lot each night before your shift, but Yoongi was well aware of what went on in the shadows.

Unfortunately for him, he’d shown up to work early one day, needing a smoke before Hoseok turned up and scolded him. He’d been trying to quit again but working long nights during Spring Break was getting to him. He’d regretted the moment he spotted Jungkook’s SUV rocking beside your car.

“You’re insufferable,” you groan when you slide closer to him. Jungkook lets his seat slide back, allowing you more room but you know you’ll end up lying on the folded back seats with the array of fluffy, fuzzy blankets and pillows set up for the occasion.

“You adore me,” he whispers in response, his hand gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet his, your body thrumming with excitement.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate in kissing you, his lips soft against yours until you’re resting your hands on his shoulder. Slowly, you climb into his lap, moaning his name in between kisses as his hands grip your hips. His large hands slide under your skirt, feeling the softness of your skin. He squeezes your ass firmly, groaning when you grind down against him. He’s got on a pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, waiting to turn into a demon once he hits the locker room on the upstairs floor, restricted to patrons but available for staff to shower and change after a shift.

Normally, you’d do the same but you needed to give Jungkook easy access, forgoing your undergarments and slipping on a shirt and skirt. You’d probably share a shower, and get ready while the club opened and Jungkook entertained whilst you did your hair and makeup.

“I fucking love your ass, baby,” Jungkook groans as he squeezes once again. You giggle, kissing your way down his jaw to his neck. You're mindful of leaving marks on his beautiful skin, knowing they’d stop the tips, and that’s the last thing you want on a Sunday night. The crowd will be reduced exponentially, but his regulars always like to stop by, anyway

Your hands run over his chest, tugging his shirt from under you and slipping it over his head to discard on the passenger seat.

Jungkook's body always amazes you. You wonder if he’d let you oil him up someday and just feel every little bit of it.

“Baby?” Jungkook whines when you stop kissing him, your fingertips brushing over his pebbled brown nipples.

“Got distracted,” you answer honestly.

Jungkook chuckles, pecking you on the lips.

“Don’t you always when my shirt comes off?” He giggles and you shush him, kissing him again as your hips roll against his. You know you have very little time. The start of your shift lingers over both your heads and your alarm is set for fifteen minutes before the start of your shift to give Jungkook time to get ready before you and have someone behind the bar to keep Yoongi’s wrath at bay.

Besides, you’d been waiting for this all day; already wet and ready whenever he was.

Jungkook must note the change of urgency in your movements because his hands grip you harder, every touch is more intentional and each of your moans shoots straight to his cock. He was already at half-mast when he pulled into the parking lot and now, with your warm body on top of his, he didn’t need much to get him hard.

Your kisses were an aphrodisiac, your touch like fire. Jungkook’s head spins when you tongue the tattoo behind his ear, teeth gently nipping at his earlobe as his fingers tease between your thighs, drawn to the warmth in between.

“Please,” you beg, biting your lip as he teases you with his fingertips, cursing when he slips one finger inside you.

“Jungkook,” you whine, head falling onto his shoulder. His breath flutters your hair as he chuckles, set on teasing you but another whine from you and a reminder of the time gets him going. He hopes tomorrow when you’re both off work, he can take his time with you but for now, he’ll settle for this.

With two fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit, he uses his free hand to tug at your shirt. Your nipples poke against the fabric and his mouth waters at the sight. He aches to wrap his lips around them and make you melt for him before he fucks you silly. Perhaps he should go easy on you, but you’re gripping his hair tightly, nearly riding his fingers and making a mess of his sweatpants.

Jungkook resists the urge to just rip your shirt down the middle. The fabric would tear so easily from a few tugs, but your wrath after would be more than he could handle. Besides, you look really cute in your shirt.

With his inaction, you take charge and remove your shirt, tossing it to join his shirt in the empty seat.

Jungkook lifts your skirt to bunch at your hips as you greedily palm at his hard cock, throbbing in his gray sweatpants.

“Give it to me,” you groan when his lips kiss down your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin to get you to curse and moan his name. You’re lost in your lust, grinding against him and tugging at his pants until his cock slaps against his abs. He smirks at your eagerness, stroking himself as you beg him to fuck you. He listens to your whines and begs, knowing you’ll take action into your own hands and just sink yourself on him.

Just as expected, you take his cock in your hands, wishing you could suck him off, but time is ticking and you’re sure Yoongi had pulled in while you were taking your top off. It was only a matter of time before he came over to interrupt or your alarm went off. Either way, you had to get going.

“I hate rushing,” Jungkook huffs as you line his cock against your entrance, teasing him by rubbing the head against your wet cunt. Jungkook's head falls back into the seat, body nearly arching off completely when you do it again and again until you’re cursing and biting your lip as his dick slides inside you.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, pressing your lips to his to silence yourself as you take all of him. The stretch is delicious but still gives you pause. “So big.”

Jungkook feels pride in his chest, hiding the blush on his cheeks by kissing your neck and shoulder. His hands cup your breasts, fingers rolling your nipples as you set a slow pace. He wishes he had taken your skirt off but it’s cramped enough in the front seat and you feel so fucking good wrapped around him to even think about repositioning you.

With the slow roll of your hips, Jungkook curses. He takes your tit in his mouth to hide his face and how much you're affecting him. He’s gentle when he circles his tongue around your nipple but quickly tugs on it with his teeth just to get your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls as you slide easily on his cock, your moans filling the space between you as he touches every bit of you that he can. He curses when you tighten around him, his hand smacking your ass in response. You giggle, repeating your action to get another spank and a fiery kiss that curls your toes.

Soon, Jungkook grows tired of the slow pace. Mindful of your head, he lifts his hips to meet yours. You dig your nails into his skin as you hold on tight, screaming his name as the windows fog. Jungkooks pace rattles your bones, his moans mixed with yours in his eagerness to cum.

“Fuck, Kook. Babe, please,” you feel his thumb rub rigid circles on your clit as he slams into you, rocking the vehicle. He groans, kissing you as your fingers grip his hair as tight as possible. Pleasure courses through you, your orgasm building until you’re finally screaming his name into his sweaty chest, begging for more.

“Nothing but a cock hungry slut, huh? Need my cock so bad you’re willing to get fucked before work just to feel my cum sliding down your thighs all night. Hmm, perhaps you can actually keep it inside tonight like a good girl?” Jungkook spurs on.

You nod, head empty but needing to be filled and orgasm. Your body trembles, lips pressed to his own as his tongue slides past the seam of your lips, his two lip rings cold to the touch.

“Jungkook!”

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock just like that. Fuck!” Jungkook’s head lolls back, stomach clenching and you’re right behind him as your orgasm hits, thighs shaking on either side of his hips as he continues to thrust into you, cursing your name when he finally cums.

Jungkook smiles, his hands stroking your back as you slump against his chest.

“Ugh, my thighs are burning,” You complain on his chest. His chest rumbles as he laughs, his hands adjusting your skirt as he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, his breath ruffling your hair as he continues to laugh.

“I told you to join me at the gym,” he reminds you and you lift your head just enough to stick your tongue out at him.

“Fuck off,” you grumble as you cuddle him for a few more minutes before you’re peeling yourself off his sweaty chest and groaning as you try to climb back into your own seat without getting cum on the fabric.

Jungkook reaches behind him, grabs his duffel bag, and opens the side pocket. He hands you a pair of clean panties and you roll your eyes.

“Just because I left them at your place doesn’t mean you have to bring them with you,” you mutter.

Jungkook’s grin is wide as you put your underwear on and then your shirt.

“But you’re glad you’re not dripping everywhere, huh?”

“Shut up,” you huff as you hand him his shirt and he tugs his sweatpants back into place.

“Come on, we need a shower and there’s a Red Bull calling your name,” Jungkook groans as he pops his neck and grabs his duffel bag. He arranges his seat back into place and climbs out of the SUV.

You wait for him to open your door, your legs are still shaky as you go to your car to grab your belongings.

Jungkook waits for you, taking your small bag over his shoulder to join his own. Normally, he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to lead him to the back door, where your key unlocks the entrance to let you both in.

However, tonight he’s feeling a little bold, and he laces his fingers with yours, ignoring the heat of your stare on the side of his face. His hair is ruffled and falls over his eyes to curtain himself out of your direct sight. He’s grateful when you don’t say anything, just give his hand a squeeze in assurance.

The obnoxious chirping of birds wakes you up the next morning. You groan, covering your head with a pillow and throwing the covers over you for good measure.

However, your eyes pop open when the scent of a familiar cologne hits your nostrils. Flashes of last night slam you in the face and you groan again as you realize you’ll have to pick your car up from work later.

“Good morning,” Jungkook’s sleep-addled voice greets you. You turn to face him and groan, reaching out to cover his mouth before he can speak again. You feel his lips turn upward in a grin and you curse before pulling the pillow and covers off your face.

“What time is it?” You mumble as you palm at the nightstand to find your phone.

“6:34,” he answers you as the light from your phone makes you wince. You’d gotten home and showered a little over three hours ago. You were planning on sleeping in and going grocery shopping and now you were waking up in Jungkook’s bed again.

“Why are you up so damn early?” You huff.

“I needed a snack and heard you tossing and turning. Did you miss me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and makes you laugh.

“Not even a little bit,” you lie, but Jungkook can see the way you’re holding back a smile, so he kisses your cheek instead.

“Always so mean in the mornings,” he whispers as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“And you’re still in my bed, so,” you shrug as best as possible as you turn to press your back to his chest. Jungkook cuddles you, his head resting on your chest.

“Technically, you’re in my bed,” he grins.

“Brat,” you scoff.

“You love it,” he hums as he kisses your shoulder. You don’t say anything else as he continues to kiss his way up to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into you until you’re moaning his name.

The first moan that escapes you, has you spreading your legs.

Jungkook smirks. His fingers dance down the curve of your body. He pauses at your nipples to tease them with his featherlight touch, watching your eyes flutter shut and another moan escape your lips.

When he presses against you, he’s already hard. The only thing separating you is his boxers. You stole one of his shirts to sleep in when you got to his place, too tired to throw anything else on.

The shirt bunches at your ribs before he’s slowly lifting you to help you out of it. He watches as you tease your nipples, his hand going to stroke his cock over the cotton fabric of his boxers, before he’s kicking them off to get lost in the covers.

“Please, Kook. I want to feel you,” you whisper as he presses himself against you. He lifts your leg over his own, lining his cock up at your entrance, unsurprised to find you dripping wet already. He bites back a groan, sinking into you in one thrust. Your eyes shut and you curse, the stretch just as delicious as the night before.

Jungkook’s thrusts are slow, your hips meeting his as he mouths at your skin. Your soft moans are muffled by the pillow under your head when you turn. Jungkook frowns, making you look at him from over your shoulder.

His eyes are dark and filled with lust, the twinkle long gone and you curse when he fucks into you deeper.

“Focus on me, baby,” he demands as he grinds against you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his lips take a nipple into his mouth. You melt beneath him, gasping when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

“Fuck, just like that, Kook.”

Jungkook hums happily, grinning as he continues and you turn into a puddle. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, adoration for him invading your mind.

You know this whole friends-with-benefits would backfire for you. You could never keep it casual and maybe you knew that when you agreed and maybe you were willing to put your heart on the line for him because a part of you hoped he wanted more.

Jungkook kisses you. “Stop thinking so much and take my fat cock, baby.”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan when a sharp thrust makes your tits bounce and your thoughts are forgotten.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your cheek as he fucks into you nice and slow. He laces your fingers together, moaning softly into your neck, and he can’t help but think how intimate it feels to take you like this. There’s nothing better than having you in his arms, moaning his name as he holds you tight, refusing to let you go for even a second. He knew the moment he met you, that you’d be everything to him, but somehow things got lost in translation. Jungkook doesn’t let his thoughts consume him another second, though, focusing on your pleasure and his instead.

Before long, you’re both spent. Panting, you turn on your back as he sits up to face you. He’s smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he tongues his lip piercings.

“Babe?” He asks with a shy smile.

“What?” You ask as you sit up with the covers over your chest.

“Check your phone,” he says simply, nervously playing with his lip ring.

You groan and reach for your phone, deleting the notifications from the hours you were asleep or otherwise occupied.

Once all your notifications from your social media are gone, you spot Jungkook’s text. Only this time you’ve changed his name and the message has you pausing.

[Kookie 💜] 6:31 am

Will you go on a date with me?

“Jungkook,” you say his name quietly and he ignores the way his heart seems to clench.

“I’d love to!” You throw your phone onto the bed, forgotten until later when you change the sheets and the thump startles you.

Your arms drape wound his bare chest and relief washes over him. He kisses your cheek, then your forehead.

“Come on,” he says, patting the bed. “Let’s get some sleep and then we can go on our date.”

“I have no clothes here,” you remind him and he shakes his head.

“You have that pink sundress and sandals here from that one time you came over and stole my clothes,” he states with a playful roll of his eyes.

“A sundress?” You raise a brow. He nods over eagerly and you can already tell he’s got plans for you. Perhaps he’ll hike the dress over your ass in need of a quickie before your date.

Regardless, you’re very much on board for later, but for now, sleep is calling your name and so is Jungkook as you stare at his broad chest.

“My eyes are up here,” he teases, yelping when you pinch his nipple in retaliation.

“Get some sleep,” you poke his cheek, settling into bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest.

Jungkook can’t help but think, this is the best Monday I’ve ever had.

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 2 months

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Evolution Line Spotlight: Vulpix and Ninetales (037-038)

There is, obviously, quite a contrast between these two pokémon. Let me just say this right off the bat: if you are a vulpix owner or are looking to adopt one, I would highly recommend not evolving them into a ninetales. The contrast in both safety risk and difficulty of care between the two stages is going to be more than most inexperienced owners could be expected to handle, as I’ll get into in a moment. Thankfully, an accidental evolution is pretty easy to avoid in this case, since vulpixes only evolve when brought into contact with a fire stone; so long as you don’t have fire stones laying around your home, you should be ok.

Anybody who has been reading this blog for a while knows that fire-type pokémon don’t tend to score very high in the pet-viability algorithm. Vulpixes score pretty highly for a few reasons, so I could recommend them to people looking to adopt this tricky type. As mentioned in the vulpix post (linked at the bottom of this one), they don’t have any open flames on their body, making them less of a fire hazard than most. I will caution you, though, that they do exhale flames when they feel like they need to cool off, so a vulpix would be a safer pet for someone who likes to keep their home nice and cool. The species’ friendly, non-violent nature indicates that they would be pretty easy to train, which is good when it comes to any pokémon with fire-type moves that could, you know, burn down a home. Overall, vulpixes would make pretty good pets!

When we turn to ninetales, however, it’s a different story. I really must warn you not to adopt a ninetales as a house pet unless you are an experienced trainer! This species is known in equal parts for their bitter, vindictive attitude and supernatural powers. From their ability to generate and control raging infernos, to their mind control power, to their alleged propensity for dishing out 1000 year curses, risking getting on one’s bad side in any way is a bad idea. No pet owner is perfect! I would not want my cat, who occasionally gets mad if she doesn’t get fed dinner twice, to put a 1000 year curse on me! Added on to all of this is the fact that ninetales are said to have a lifespan of 1000 years. I, like many pet owners, would love for my pet to live forever. When you really think about it, though, a pet that’s almost guaranteed to outlive you is a pet that you need to have a plan for after your death. A ninetales is a high-maintenance pet that you will need to pass down to another person, who then would have to pass it on to someone else, and so on. It would be a massive headache, and opens up plenty of opportunities for your pokémon to get abandoned or left at a shelter that may be ill-equipped for caring for fire-types.

I am a fan of both of these pokémon, but I would never consider adopting a ninetales as a house pet. A vulpix? Sure! I think they’re super cute, and they look like they’d be nice and warm and cuddly. I personally am pretty unlikely to go for a fire-type pokémon though, just because I’m in no financial position to risk a house fire! Call me over-cautious, I guess. Oh, and as an extra note: if you come across a vulpix in the wild, be very careful about approaching them! This is an evolution line where one must be cautious of protective later-stages like ninetales who might attack to protect the younger, less experienced members of their group.

The Vulpix Post:

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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I want to see Mizora cuck Wyll. I mean canonically in the game she can ;) - Shadowheart anon

Mizora cucking Wyll

[ Smut, Cucking, Cheating, nb!reader ]

At first, she merely observed both of you.

The shy glances, the sweet words, the romantic dances, and proper courting.

She found it endearing, really. As endearing as seeing two baby deers attempt to stand for the first time.

Endearingly disgusting.

Did her pup really jump straight into acting as if the two of you were married after a single dance together? She knew he was desperate, but she didn't realise it was this severe.

You see, she felt bad for you. All of this effort, teasing, and yet you received nothing more than a few quick kisses.

Poor you all frustrated sexually while Wyll remained unaware and oblivious to your basic needs.

She just can't have that, can she? What kind of owner would she be if she didn't pick up after her pup's mistakes.

And Wyll never satisfying you was something she was dead set on correcting.

Maybe she could've whispered a thing or two to him, even guided his hand. But she knows the stubborn boy all too well, he'd think it's another one of her tricks and do the exact opposite.

And on any other normal day it might have been a trick, he was just so very fun to toy with.

But this time she has her eyes set on a much more fun activity that involves you.

She kept thinking about it for a while, just how would your moans sound like? Would you yell her name between loud obscene moans? Or would you make quiet mewls while biting your lips?

Curiosity was killing her, and Wyll wasn't delivering at all.

So one night, while her pup was away, probably busy saving kittens from trees or something, she made her way to your tent.

By the hells, you looked even more delicious up close.

How does Wyll not keep you chained to his bed and have his way with you all the time? It would be the first thing she'd do if she was in his place.

But enough about that useless pet.

Mizora made her offer clear to you, using all of her devilish charms and enticing curves to her advantage. Slowly explaining all the things she wanted to do to you, all the fun she planned for the both of you.

If you'd just say yes. A simple verbal contract, and she isn't even asking for your soul or anything in return.

No one has to know, well unless you want them to know. It really doesn't make a difference to her at all.

All she wants is you in a pretty little collar while she holds the end of the leash. She'd spoil you and take you to the depths of pleasure embodied within each level of the nine hells.

And she has seen the way you look at her. How your eyes linger on the front of her open dress, how you stare at her horns in such awe.

She might even let you touch them, if you beg enough.

Sit on her lap and show her just how low you're willing to drag your dignity through the mud, how much you're willing to humiliate yourself for her.

Let the big bad mean devil women corrupt you, you poor poor thing. You just couldn't say no to the devil, could you? Of course not.

So just claim that she manipulated you while grinding against her fingers between your thighs. Claim she tricked you while you lick and suck on her chest, taking it so beautifully into your mouth.

And your contract with her will stay sealed away from all prying eyes. No one else in this plane of existence will know about your agreement to let her have her way with you whenever and wherever she wanted.

No one but the two of you.

Well, at least until the inevitable day where she orders Wyll to come to her for a very urgent matter concerning his contract. It just happened to coincide with the day she had your head buried between her thighs with your hands tied behind your back.

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kedreeva · 1 year

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Got messaged today on fb by someone who wanted help finding homes for her fancy mouse litter. After almost no questions she claims she "rehabs wild mice" and admits she put a male in with her female fancy mice (thinking it was a female... which like, if you're a rehabber you should be able to tell easily, it's not hard, but regardless this is something any worthwhile rehabber would know not to ever do) so the babies are "half wild." I had to turn her away, after explaining that it's extremely irresponsible behavior for anyone to put wild mice in with domestic mice (what would have happened if they DIDN'T get along, for starters) due to disease and parasite risk, and that unfortunately she should not be trying to find homes for those babies unless she's willing to have health testing done to be assured they are free from the diseases wild mice are known to carry. Anything else means she's risking the safety of anyone's established mischief, or setting up a new owner for failure.

And this is an unfortunately common thing that comes up in mouse groups, where someone will capture a live pest mouse and come ask the group how to keep it. It's bad enough when it's just a house mouse (Mus musculus) but we also see deer mice (Peromyscus maniculatus), which are well known for carrying hantavirus, which is not only contagious to other rodents, but to humans as well! It's not safe! And it's certainly unethical to try to place those mice into pet homes the way someone would with a domestic fancy mouse, or even hybrid children, unless they're willing to have the vetwork done on their end to test for common diseases and parasites wild mice carry- and there's a LIST, and MULTIPLE things on the list are zoonotic. Not to mention captivity is extremely stressful for wild caught mice! We have spent thousands of years breeding house mice for captivity, and selecting for mice that aren't stressed by being in cages, and even STILL we see signs of it if we aren't careful about selection because they'll go back to the wild easily. Keeping actual wild or once-removed wild mice in captivity is bad for you AND bad for them!

Please please please. Leave wild mice in the wild. If they're being pests in your home and you feel it's necessary to use live traps instead of dead traps, do not attempt to keep the caught mice as pets; remove them far from your home to release, and always use as much personal protection equipment as you can, and afterward sanitize or discard the equipment that the mouse came into contact with, to the best of your ability.

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The Lady and The Cat

warnings: mentions of blood, cat(?), nightmare, insomnia, no beta

wc: 3.4k

pairing: toto wolff x fem supermodel oc

a/n: names will become a big thing here but in this chapter they're barely mentioned. part 2 will clear some things up (and im already writing it) some things are made up but others are canon.

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↓ - paddock and gossip

Vienna, Austria.

Wednesday, June 03 20:30

Being a model required a certain strength, dealing with the constant pressure of having to be The Best at all times was a draining thing to do. People criticized her all day every day, somel even judging the way she was breathing or blinking. Walking with high heels were the last of her problems, her ankles begged for a break but the idea of having people seeing her complaining worse than a few cuts in her ankles — which wasn't even her fault, the heels were just too tiny for her feet — knowing it wouldn't matter if she said anything, they never had any spare items.

At the moment she was walking back to her apartment, after shooting for another brand — new sponsor apparently. Taking off the high heels she could see that the band-aids she had put on this morning had helped a little, at least it didn't allow her sore ankles to tear again.

"Hey, you!" white fur spread around her feet like liquid and a whimpered meow greeted her. "How was your day?" squatting down to pet the cat, the woman noticed the fur on her left cheek was crooked, "Were you sleeping?" The question was answered with loud purring, she could only hope the feline hadn't slept on her bed — the black comforts would be looking grey now, covered in her thick fur —, the cat let out a whimper in response, as if to say yes.

Walking further into the apartment the silence that welcomed her were quite stinging. In a normal day it would be even quieter if the cat wasn't here, she wasn't hers, she couldn't afford to own a cat — can one even own a cat? — she has enough money of course but this line of work didn't allow her the privilege of owning a pet, barely having time for herself how could she make time to care for another being?

The cat was in fact her neighbor's, an old lady who was currently traveling to see her one of her kids. The two of them shared a cleaning lady, she basically worked for almost the whole building, when someone moved out she was passed over to whoever moved in, it's what happened to the model in question. The last person who lived here left whoever moved in, a note that 'Emma the cleaning lady' used to come over to clean and take care of the place when they traveled, at the time it was like a blessing, not having to go looking for someone and worrying if they were trustful or not.

She shared the second floor with a weird guy that was never home and the old lady. A widow whose husband died of cancer, her children moved out years ago but she often traveled to see them. She once mentioned that her son was traveling and invited her to come with him but because of her cat, she wouldn't be able to go, the model who had a few days free — and well aware that she could use some company — offered to look after her cat.

As time went by, the model and her neighbor joked that they had a shared custody, which meant that, most of the time the cat would stay with her original owner unless something came up.

She was planning on adjusting her schedule for the next day so she put some coffee to brew, the cat started meowing inviting her to play, she seemed to notice they had a little time before the model sat down to work. They played for a few minutes before the smell of coffee called up to her, when she was heading to the kitchen a couple knocks echoed, scaring the white cat on her dining table, she never invited anyone over and only ever sat there to work — lacking a home office — so it became the cat's sit and she never complained, having a soft paw to squeeze whenever she wanted wasn't such a bad thing.

"Are you expecting someone?" she whispered jokingly, the cat looking frightened. Walking quietly and slowly to look into the peephole she noticed the cat had followed her, weird, she normally runs away when someone comes too close. This time she sniffed under the door before meowing loudly and rolling over.

At the other side of the door stood a tall guy she had never seen around before, he was a couple steps away from the door but she could see that if he stood right in front of the peephole his nose would be cut off from her sight.

"Hallo, meine Mutter hat mich gebeten, ihre Katze zurückzubringen."

"Your mother..." normally she'd deal well with the language switch, but having a tall stranger standing at her door at this hour is not something she's used to.

"Oh, you speak English!" His hand raised to ruffle his hair and then lowered to introduce himself. "I'm Toto, my mother lives down the hall..." He had a strong accent.

"Right, her cat! Sorry, it's been a long day," she laughed, his hand had a strong grip and his figure towered over hers, great time to be barefoot.

"Yeah, for me too." He laughed.

"So, the cat..." She looked down at her feet expecting the cat to be there but found her nowhere near. "Uhm well, let me go find her, would you like to come in?" Inviting strangers into her home is something she has never considered before.

"Yeah, sure." too late to back up now.

Turning her body and gesturing with a hand, she invited him to come in, his smell filling the room, woody and manly but in a comforting and not overwhelming way. After closing the door she walked to the kitchen where the cat normally stayed, Toto following close behind.

"I thought your mom would be back tomorrow?" The cat wasn't on the table like before but she kept walking, "Please sit, I'll get her food, she normally kind of teleports every time we touch her things." She let out a small laugh in which Toto accompanied.

"Well, we booked different flights and i got here early. She told me to get her cat back because you'd probably come home too tired." he was sitting now, his hands coming to rest over the table, she made a mental note to thank Emma who had passed by to clean yesterday because the glass of that table seemed to gather dust as much as the whole house together, now — save for a few paw prints — it was as clean as it could be.

After going through some cabinets she found the cats food pouches, putting them all inside the same bag they came in, turning back to Toto she caught him petting the cats round belly from where she laid on the table.

"See, she teleports." she said making him laugh again, this time he scrunched his nose.

Fuck... he's adorable.

"You know, i only met her once when she was a baby but my mother said she always meows when we talk over the phone or when she sees me on TV" the cat in question now went running to eat the rest of the food on her bowl.

"My first cat did the same with my dad, but i think it was more of a sarcastic meowing. They didn't like each other" the two of them were leaning with their elbows on the table while watching the cat eat. "Uhm, she takes some time to eat so... would you like some coffee?" the coffee smell was calling for her.

"Sure, I've got time."

She picked the two mugs closer, a plain black one and a white one with handmade small flowers drawn, more specifically, violets. Pouring coffee into both of the mugs she turned to the tall man, finding him already looking at her.

"Sugar? Milk?"

"Uh, you have lactose-free milk?"

"Yes, i have." fortunately for him you had just started drinking it a few weeks ago, intending to reduce your period cramps.

Sliding the mug into his conjoined hands, she took a sit in front of him. Not wanting to stay in a awkward silence she thought back to things he said that might result in a conversation, thankfully, Toto broke the silence, "My mother told me you're a supermodel?" good, that was something she was confident talking.

"Yes, Versace." she normally talked about her work with people who understood it, would he understand?

"Oh, that's nice! I saw their last collection and it all looked pretty good," what... "I'll definitely take a look at the new one later."

Speechless.

She was speechless, normally nobody really cared for fashion shows and runaways, especially men.

He started laughing and she realized her mouth was slightly open, at least she had swallowed the coffee.

"Surprised?"

"To be honest, yeah i am surprised." both of them laughing now, "I don't always get much of an answer when i talk about my work."

"Well that sucks but it's relatable..."

"So, what do you do?" she knew, from what his mom had told her — proudly so — that he was a CEO.

"I-" a quick pause, "Am a CEO." oh.

"That sounds," disappointing. "Like it must be hard."

She looked at him, having answered him while looking down at her white mug. He was watching her intensely.

"Yeah, it is..." he mouth answered but he was barely moving, not even blinking.

"Surprised?"

He blinked.

"Yeah." he stuttered and she laughed awkwardly. At the sound of her laugh he smiled, looking relieved. "That's not so exciting, is it?"

"Ah, maybe? For someone who's always around cameras and paparazzi, normal life sounds exciting..." that's depressing, really.

He gave a couple nods before looking down, his fingers caressing your black mug before taking a long sip.

"Well, i should get going." he didn't have to, she looked like a good company and like she could use some company. The look in her eyes told him the same thing.

"Right, i bet you have a lot 'CEO thingys' to do..." she smiled, the light teasing eased the awkwardness inside him, "Oh, look." she pointed behind him, where the cat laid in a weird position on the carpet in the middle of the living room — dangerously so, given the color of her fur and carpet were almost the same, she risked someone stepping on her — he only now paid attention to how minimalistic the apartment really was, all black and white, the white fluffy carpet being the thing that gathered most attention. "That's new, i thought she hated that carpet."

He turned back to her, her eyebrows were furrowed and she was pouting slightly.

"Do you think she'll bite me if i interrupt her sleep?" he got up and started walking towards the sleeping white figure.

"Maybe. You shouldn't wake a lady from her beauty sleep but she's one of the nice ones." she laughed and went after him.

He got on his knees and tried gathering her, cats could turn into liquid when they wanted to and it was a funny scene. "How can something so small be so heavy?"

"I ask myself the same thing when i wake up to her trying to suffocate me in my sleep." he laughed, finally getting the cat in a more comfortable position in his arms, "I'll get her bag and walk you to the door." he nodded and gently swayed her side to side. Cute. Was he familiar with kids? Did he have kids? Was he married?

As they walked to the door she started feeling the band-aids scratching where it was supposed to protect. The pain in her ankles was coming back strong.

"You okay?" he asked as she pulled the door open.

"Yeah, why?" in her dizzy brain, it made sense that — since he was so tall — he wouldn't be able to see her ankles.

"You are limping," he was looking down at her feet. "And, not to scare you or anything, you're bleeding..."

"Uh, yeah i know," lifting her right leg to look at her feet, the blood had dripped down her heel, not too much but enough to leave a couple faint marks on the floor. Talking with Toto had entertained her mind enough to make the pain subside a considerable amount. "As weird as it sounds, i'm used to it. I'll be fine." She gave him a practiced convincing smile but he didn't look too convinced.

"Ok then," he walked outside, "Let me know if you need anything."

"Same to you."

As he walked she kept staring at his back, intrigued. He was a handsome and sweet man and that was undeniable but something felt off. As she was about to turn back into her apartment he called for her.

"Wait!" His eyebrows were raised and the cat in his arms looked up at his face, judging. When she fully turned to him, he continued, "You didn't tell me your name."

True, but he also hadn't asked...

"Uhm, i am Victoria."

"No nicknames?"

"Not really, most people call me by my last name..."

"Shit, I'll have to find you a nickname then."

"You'll have to stick around enough to do that tho." he laughed.

"I have an idea," he gave her a wink and smirked, the cat in his arms settled back in his chest, "Might even use my mother as a spy, who knows."

"She's your mother, thought you knew she is not a very good liar." Now they were both laughing, his nose scrunched again and his eyes closed — she only now realized he had the prettiest dimples ever, "But it would be fun to see her try."

"I'll see what i can do. By the way, i will spend a few days here so... we might see each other around a lot."

"That's nice, i think i might have a few days off soon, or maybe our schedules will align."

"Are you free on Sunday?"

After taking a well needed shower, she went straight to bed. Leaving the TV on to make up for the lack of sounds, her breathing and heartbeat sometimes bothered her to the point of crying agonizingly.

Rolling over for the tenth time since she laid down, she gave up on sleeping. The people on TV were talking about sports, something about the most recent F1 race. Sports were never really her thing but at this point, anything to distract her mind would work. As a child she used to watch the Olympic Games and Pan American Games, it was interesting for her, rhythmic gymnastics was her favorite.

The way the athletes carried themselves, the dances and performances in general were all too exciting, a part of her wanted to be like them but a voice in her head told her she'd never have the courage to do it. Over time, she stopped watching sports. During some weekends — when her father decided to stay at home, he'd watch the races —, she figured that Formula 1 to him was what gymnastics were for her. She didn't understand a thing about it but every time he sat down to watch it, she'd silently pick up a coloring book or some lego pieces and sit close enough to hear the TV.

Now the sports channel was showing some interviews they made the weekend before, they asked a driver what they expected for the next weekend in Austria. A part of her brain seems to click but she didn't have enough time to dwell on it, Lewis Hamilton — who apparently had won the last race — was being interviewed. That was a known name, she wouldn't be able to point him out in the middle of a bunch of people but she knew the name.

"–and it's Toto's hometown so he's also pretty excited." Lewis responded the interviewer. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? How many other people were named Toto and were born in Austria?

"Next, we managed to have a talk with Mercedes team principal."

For the next five minutes she watched as Toto talked about the improvements of the car and how well the season has been going. It was weird to think that the man she was watching, was the same man who sat at her kitchen and drank coffee from her mug. If she saw him on TV a few hours ago, she'd bet he drank his coffee black — strong and bitter —, but she knew he drank it with lactose-free milk and that somehow felt like some kind of secret.

Toto was older, in his late forties maybe, he answered the questions with confidence. It was nice hearing him talk, his voice was well spoken and clear — even with his thick accent —, she wondered if he had always been involved with racing. If he did, why didn't he tell her? That wasn't even something you could keep hidden, clearly.

She thought about him for long after he finished the interview, mindlessly watching the rest of the program until some other started. Toto's white lie didn't really matter to her, she could question him about it tomorrow. With his mother coming back she could come up with an excuse to talk to him.

Her room was dark, she was still laying down but there was a pressure on her chest — preventing her from being able to breathe—, she couldn't move anything except for her fingers. She could hear what seemed to be a TV changing channels, inaudible voices were getting closer to her ear. Her heart skipped a beat and she started sweating. Knowing what was about to happen she started pressing her thumb against the other fingers, holding for a few seconds and skipping to the other. With her eyes closed, she tried easing her anxiety by imagining herself being comforted by a different version of her that she always imagined being wiser.

"Just wake up." her voice spoke but it didn't come from her mouth.

"I can't." she whispered back.

"You know you can. We have done this many times before, this is no different."

The channels were changing quickly now and sounded just at the side of her head. A moment of distraction was enough to make her anxiety worse.

Too attempted to understand what the voices were saying, she made the mistake of turning her head. A voice that seemed pretty much like her own screamed right at her face.

She wasn't sure if she was woken up by the sound of her alarm or the scream. Her shirt was wet with sweat and her hair was sticking to her forehead, turning her head to the same side she turned in her dream, the clock read 5:00, even if there wasn't any appointments for her before 11:00 she still decided to get up.

She finished washing up and started her skincare, the dark circles under her eyes weren't as bad as she thought they'd be. Brewing some coffee always somehow soothed her mind — even if caffeine wasn't good for her anxiety —, she always drank coffee to get her mind focused on things or when getting to work. Going to work meant she would be surrounded by people and being surrounded by people meant she wouldn't have to worry about being alone with her thoughts.

Picking her outfit for the day was an easy thing to do, she always enjoyed playing dress up and it only got worse as she grew older. She was aware that at some point she'd have to change into some high heels for whatever reason but for the most part, she'd just be talking or something of the kind, so snickers would be great.

As she was finishing drinking her coffee, her phone vibrated, a couple text messages from her manager — Lucia —, warning her that their new sponsor had something planned for her this weekend. She typed back asking what they would do today and got a 'Not sure, see you later.' accompanied with a winking emoji back.

That day she didn't see Toto or his mother. Thursday she spent the whole day at home sleeping and baking. Saturday morning her manager knocked on her door with a bag full of clothes and two paddock passes.

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