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robert-the-greyhound · 2 years

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One of us! One of us! One of us!

I was recently asked how many dogs are in our Rescue Hound Pack, and honestly, I couldn’t give a straight answer. Three years ago, I would have been able to answer 3, and named each as Molly, Robert and Cooper. After the amazing boom in Greyhound Adoption that followed the revelations of the RTÉ Documentary and Rescues tirelessly promoting Greyhounds as Great Pets, our numbers have soared. There’s rarely an event that we don’t hit double digits, and the amazing thing is, it’s a rotating collection of Greys! So I sat down and actually scanned back through the years to figure out a timeline of Rescue Hounds in Cork!

The first hound in the Rescue pack is of course Molly, the founding Hound of Greyhound Awareness Cork. For a period of time, Molly was the only grey flying the flag for the hounds. She is the OG G.A.C greyhound. We often describe Molly as a “gateway Greyhound”, as her small size and striking brindle coat make her very approachable to the public. Shortly before Robert came home, Cooper was adopted, though he didn’t really get involved in GAC until later on. Robert was the third hound in Cork active in the Awareness Pack, but due to his relationship with Molly and his dependence on her for comfort and support in those early days, he soon became just as recognisable as Molly in terms of the GAC pack. In those early days, many events were made up of just Robert and Molly, though they do make a striking couple, walking side by side with such a size difference! Gentle giant Robert and brazen brindle Molly turned many a head and stole many a heart. When Cooper joined the gang, the trio stopped traffic! He couldn’t always join the awareness events, but he was doing GREYT work on the adoption front, taking part in meet and greets and home checks.

For a time, it was just Molly, Robert and occasionally Cooper, when he wasn’t busy with the Rescue Front. But then came Ned. I was quite involved with Neds adoption story, in a round-a-bouts way! It started with an emergency appeal for a foster home, not for a greyhound, but for two collie puppies. These pups had just done a round in the ring with Parvovirus and needed a place to recover before going on to find their furever homes. So Robert and I volunteered. The pups were dropped to us in a very sorry state, and couldn’t be left unsupervised for very long. As such, I was relying heavily on support from friends to help. One friend was dropping a crate to the apartment for them, and when I was standing outside the block, two satchels strung over my shoulders, a puppy in each, I was approached by a young woman who swooned over the babies in the bags. She joked about minding them anytime, and when I joked about living across the street, we discovered we were neighbours! She lived on the ground floor, I lived on the top floor. She had no clue that there had been a Greyhound in the block for the past few months, and was enamoured with the two tiny puppies. As it happened, she did end up pet-sitting for a few hours one day, and applied to adopt one of the pups. She was turned down for the collie, but after learning about just how GREYT Greyhounds are as pets, she applied for a hound instead. Cooper and his pawrents did her home check too, and after passing, there was only one hound she wanted to bring home- Ned.

Anyone working in rescue will tell you that male greyhounds wait longer for homes than female greyhounds, likely on account of their size. Likewise, they will tell you that black greyhounds wait longer than any other colour Greyhound. So a Male, Black Greyhound like Ned tend to wait much longer than other dogs. In Neds case, he had spent just under a full year in kennels waiting for a home. Noodle Horse Ned, with his wonky micro ears, Roman nose and cross eyed gaze may have had to wait longer than most for his furever family, but when he found his Mom, there was nothing that could hold him back. He’s a giddy, excitable hound, with a plethora of quirks to go with his quirky look. Having two hounds in the apartment block brought a new lease of life to the area, and even after Ned and his Mom moved out, himself and Robert remain best furiends, hanging out regularly at dog friend pubs and swinging by each other’s gaff for cups of tea and sniffed bums! There was a bit of a lull after Neds adoption, but then came the Grey-plosion of Adoptions!

Kelly was the next hound to join the group, a sweet brindle houndie with very soulful eyes. She’s a gentle girl, UNTIL there are treats around, then she will hound you until she has had her fill! Alfie, another black male was the next dog to join in the awareness events. Having two black males in the group was refreshing, considering how hard they are to find homes for! Amira, a niece of Roberts, was the next to join the group, followed by another niece of Roberts, Fleek. You’ll notice quite a lot of Roberts nieces and nephews joining the group over the next few years. This is due to the prolific breeding of Roberts father in the Irish Greyhound Scene. I don’t know exactly how many pups that dog has had, but every second hound seems to be related to Rob in some capacity! Baby Blue Coco joined the pack next. Coco never really raced, due to the fact she is missing a toe. It took a bit of figuring out to get her comfortable walking, but a single bootie has done the job well! We often get questions from passersby asking about her shoe, and the shocked response of her missing a toe never gets old! Sassy Sally started to lend her voice to the cause around this time, stealing hearts and treats alike from every human she met. Golden oldie Naomi started to attend events shortly after Coco. She’s the most salt and peppered of our houndie pack, but full of life and love! Sadie was the next hound to make an appearance at events, followed by Stevie and then Ruby. Stevie and Ruby are unique amongst Greyhounds in that they are some of the few hounds that seemed to have missed the memo about Greys supposedly being 45km/hr couch potato’s! Both hounds are always switched on, ready to go go go! Luckily for them, they both came through a phenomenal rescue who knows exactly how to match hounds to households. Ruby ended up with a family just as loopers as she is! I’ve never met a whole family so bubbly and outgoing! Stevie found a home with a rather athletic man who can give her the time and energy outlets she needs. Trust a marathon runner to be able to deal with a dog who could likewise run a marathon! Big boned brindle beauty Allie was the next hound to attend the events. Allie was probably the heaviest set Greyhound I’ve ever met. She had the broadest shoulders and strongest chest I’ve seen to date. Despite her string stature, she was affectionately known as the local “Tiger Dog” by neighbour children. Unfortunately Allie passed suddenly a few months after her adoption, but we will ALWAYS count her as a member of the GAC pack.

Alongside Allie was Riley. Riley was adopted before Allie, and was actually the hound that inspired Allies adoption, but as they live across the country, they technically joined after her. Molly (differentiated from Brindle Molly as Black Molly) and Jess were the next pair to make an appearance. To Adopted siblings, these two black hounds fly the flag for the darker coated dogs! Marley and Dody were both in foster at the same time here in Cork, but Marley was adopted prior to Dody and hence, I will count him before his foster brother, Dody was adopted to a household with a second hound, Sandy and the pair have attended a few events since. Pepper, another salt and peppered hound, was the next to make regularly appearances at events. Alongside greying Naomi, these pair make for a very striking pair. They also remind us of how many hounds don’t get to grow old, and how few older hounds make it to rescue kennels. After Pepper, the lovely Layla added her number to the group! Compared to the three hounds we started with, having such a varied pack of hounds, all safe and adored, was mind blowing, and the numbers only continued to grow!

Bubbly Maizey added her giggly, wiggly self to the cause. Poor Maizey is covered in scars, including some rather nasty head wounds, but that doesn’t stop her from being a literal ray of sunshine at any given chance! Squiggle was the next hound to lend their paw to the cause. Hailing from Australia, one of the few countrys where Greyhound Racing is legal and rampant, Squiggle, the hound from down under brings to light the international element of our cause. Around this time a second Pepper joined the group. To mark a difference between the Peppers, this Pepper is often referred to as Black Pepper. Black Pepper is a bit younger that Other Pepper, and is a Divil for the treats! She’d give Kelly a run for her money when it comes snacking! There was a boom in black hound adoptions around this time with two more black dogs, Yuki and Izzy joining the pack respectively. The number of black greyhounds being adopted is really heartwarming, considering the volume of black coated dogs in the racing industry. And whilst every greyhound in a home is one less greyhound potentially on a knackery floor, there’s always an extra little bit of happiness for the black coated dogs. Vinny, a striking dusty brindle was the next to make an appearance in the pack. Unlike the other hounds who generally have a grey or white mask, Vinny has a black one, which to me, gives him a very mischievous look! Huge Hound Balder is the next GAC pack member, a HUGE dog towering over even Robert! There are very few hounds who top Rob height wise, but Balder definitely is one! After Balder, came a duo of Cedric and Penny!

Penny was actually a former foster of ours, one of our shortest fosters to date! She found her furever home here in Cork with a family who decided to take on two hounds at once! Penny and Cedric are good for one another. Penny joins hounds like Stevie and Ruby for that ✨crackhead✨ energy, whereas Cedric is so mellow he often melts into the floor. Poor Cedric can be a bit nervy at times though, so having confident, outgoing, love the world Penny at his side helps him tackle those issues, whilst Cedric provides a pawfect anchor for Penny’s away with the fairy’s attitude! And then we add our first Tri-pawed to the pack- Champ! Champ may be down a leg, but he still landed on her feet with his furever family! He is another stark reminder however, of how few hounds make it out of the industry after injury. In 2021, 154 Greyhounds were killed on Irish Tracks, over half of those dogs had suffered “hock injuries”. Champ is living proof that even if the leg won’t heal well, amputation is an option and the dogs live happy lives afterwards. After Champ, Nessa is the next hound to take part in Awareness Events. Gorgeous Nessa is such a free spirit, happy to go where the flow is and soak up the attention and ear rubs! Speaking of ears, Annie with the Ears is the next hound in the pack. Annie has the most amazing, wonky, descriptive ears of any hound I’ve ever met! In their resting position, instead of folding flat in the typical “rose ear” of most greys, Annie’s flop forward, like a little bow on each side of her head! Vogue, true to her name with her model good looks, is the next hound to join the pack. Vogue really could be on the cover of her namesake! The next GAC addition is Daphne, named for the Scooby Doo character, not the recent Bridgerton show, Daphne is a foster failure! Daphne has big shoes to fill, looking after the late-Allies Mom, but is doing a wonderful job so far. And the newest member of our pack, handsome houndie Freddie! Another MASSIVE dog, Freddie is warming up to rescue life slow and steady!

And I think that brings us up to date… so far! I’m sure I’ve missed a dog or two, compared to the three dogs we started with, the 40+ dogs is getting hard to track! Looking back at those starter events, where it was just Robert and Molly, having double digit attendance at more recent events is mind blowing, especially considering that it’s a rotation of dogs! I’m also more than sure that I’ve not got the order 100% correct, as I’m basing it off social media appearance as well as memory, which can get a little blurry looking back over three years of Greyhound’s and Greyhound Awareness! So here’s to three years of Greyhound Adoptions here in Cork, and here’s to many many more!

TW: #Dog Injury, #Dog Death, #Rescue Dog, #Animal Neglect

#greyhounds #greyhound #greyhoundsoftumblr #greyhoundsmakegreatpets #greyhoundsaspets #irishgreyhound #rescuedog #rescuegreyhound #petsnotbets #rescuednotretired #Greyhound Awareness Cork #GAC #Ireland #Greyhound Pack #Pack of Dogs #Squad Goals #Dog Squad

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paisleyphotographs · 1 month

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Tinks and Charli Spotted Filming for CBBC

Amidst the bustling streets and tranquil landscapes, a heartwarming tale unfolds—one that stars not only a furry friend but also a talented actress. The latest production of CBBC’s Dog Squad has been capturing the hearts of audiences, taking them on an unforgettable journey through the Highlands and the vibrant streets of Glasgow and Renfrewshire. At the centre of it all is Tinks, a remarkable…

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#cbbc #dog squad #FILMING #tinks

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timetodiverge · 2 months

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Excuse me sir, that's my Emotional Support vicious lurca hound

....soooo Batcher is fully Crosshair's puppy now, yes???

-spending the morning at the beach with him instead of Omega -sitting next to him at the table -staying near him while everyone was yelling -squaring off against the wyrm ("YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!!"), then going right to Crosshair to check in, then STAYING THERE while Crosshair has his moment with Hunter

#CROSSHAIR+BATCHER FOREVER #dad and the dog he didn't want #everyone should have a batcher #universe's bestest girl #the episode was all about crosshair and I am 1000% here for that!!!#omega knew what she was doing with this one lol #batcher has made herself part of the squad SO FAST #tbb batcher #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb hunter

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i-like-eyes · 6 months

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hi please ask me about my very sane crossover teen au i may have been developing for 2 years

#cartoon network #dexter's laboratory #powerpuff girls #ed edd n eddy #courage the cowardly dog #time squad #the grim adventures of billy and mandy #knd #foster's home for imaginary friends #fhfif #ben 10 #adventure time #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #myart #ppg #eene #tgaobam

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audhd-nightwing · 2 months

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dick grayson has scary dog privilege but it’s just his younger siblings

dick: hi :D !!

cass, jason, tim & damian: *behind him, glaring*

#dick grayson #dick grayson is a ray of sunshine #yk the tag #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson protection squad #steph duke and babs are also members #cass wayne #jason todd wayne #timothy drake #tim drake wayne #damian al ghul wayne #scary dog privilege

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wlmager · 1 year

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Written by William Mager

#bbc #CBeebies #dog squad

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goryhorroor · 8 days

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horror sub-genres: werewolf

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j11nko · 5 months

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‘’working’’ on a new song

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brewed-pangolin · 5 months

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Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Soap and you find yourselves in an unusual place/set of circumstances when the mood strikes. How does he A) let you know what he wants and B) how does he get you in the mood too?

Domestic Bliss

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI: Explicit smut, some fingering, P in V, backseat sex, slightly Dom-ish Soap, tons of dirty banter, Soap being a needy little horn dog

This 'drabble' turned into a one-shot because I can't control myself.

Synopsis: You and Soap take the next step in your relationship, and his not so subtle attempt to rile you up in public ends with an impromptu session in the parking lot.

Reference for where this man takes you to Poundtown here

Word count: 2k

"Alright, ma'am. If I can just you to sign here, here, and here. Then we should be all set up." Your advisor instructed as you sifted through yet another mountain of paperwork. Your eyes growing numb and your fingers beginning to ache from the repeated minor motion of signing your life away.

You pushed the last pile of paperwork over the advisors desk with gentle smile curling into your lips. Glancing over at the man sitting next to you with that same smile, a loving fondness in your eyes as you both took the next pivotal step in your relationship.

A mortgage.

Soap's demeanor was calm. Stoic even. Letting you take the lead in this circumstance as you were the one going to habitate the home more often than he would. A thought you both pushed aside for now to savor the wave of domestic bliss that came along after you signed the final piece of paperwork.

Yet his cool facade couldn't hide the cerulean maelstrom swirling within the whites of his eyes. A look you knew all too well, and one that never failed to send a quick shiver down your spine.

But here? At the bank?

Your smile quickly curled into a smirk, rolling your eyes at him as you turned your attention back to the advisor across the desk. You couldn't feed into Soap's growing needy desires. Not in public at least.

Pursing your lips with a heavy sigh, you tried to maintain your composure by focusing on the task at hand. Eyes trained to the quick movements of fingers across the keyboard as your consultant effortlessly entered your information into the database.

However, even the light clicking of keys couldn't keep your attention as you caught the sudden tremor of his knee in the lower periphery of your vision. The frantic cadence of his boot heel hitting the floor tearing at your concentration yet again, forcing you the bring the knuckles of your right hand up to your mouth to hide the apparent grin quickly forming on your lips.

With as subtle movement as possible, you placed your left hand on the top of his knee to quell his growing feverish motion. Gripping your fingers into the fabric of his jeans and pushing towards the floor in a physical attempt to ease his obviously heightening arousal.

“Ookay. That’s done. Let me get this all printed out and you two should be all set.”

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate all your help with this.”

You share a quick glance with your advisor as he stands, his eyes momentarily shifting to Soap with a subtle curl in the corner of his mouth. You keep a close eye on him as he exits the office, finally turning to face Soap with a furrowed brow and address the apparent tension erupting between you two.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Would you please calm down?” You scolded playfully. Your lips a thin line of a smile, obscuring your clenched teeth as you dug your fingers further into his jeans.

“How much fuckin’ longer is this gonna take, bonnie? ‘Cause I'm 'bout to bend ya over this goddamn desk if he don't speed this shit up. He can bloody watch for all I care.”

"We're almost done, Johnny. He just needs to give us the paperwork, and then we can go. So just, keep it in your pants for another five fuckin' minutes."

Your tone of reprimand barely able to combat the deep, rumbling brogue in his voice. Shifting slightly in your seat to quell the growing ache pulsing within your core. A gesture that most certainly did not go unnoticed as you took in the hungry blaze radiating within his eyes.

"Johnny. Don't. No!" Your frivolous attempt to stop him was broken down immediately as he thrusted his hand between your legs. Pressing his knuckles into the base of your heat through your jeans. Shifting to bring his chair closer and caress his mouth and tease you with his whispering brogue to the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck ya, bonnie. Forget th'mortgage. This my down payment fer tha sweet pussy a'yers."

"Goddamit, MacTavish. Not here, ya fuckin' horn dog."

"Horn dog?" He questions with that distinctly mischievous grin. Pulling away as he eyed your advisor walking back into the office. His calmness in complete contrast to the excited flush bellowing from your chest as you quickly swat his hand away, scolding him quietly under your breath.

"Overconfident bastard."

"Alright. You two are all set up. You should be getting a call within the next five business days once you qualify. Other than that, welcome to home ownership."

"Thank you." You shook your advisor's hand, grabbed at your paperwork, and made an immediate bee line for the door. Beating Soap at his own game as you left him in the office with an obvious growing hard on. Already midway to the exit of the bank when you eyed him barreling out of the office in your periphery.

You didn't want to lose focus again. Not now. Now when you had the upper hand. You Kept your eyes locked onto the 4Runner at the back of the parking lot as your feet moved quickly at their own accord. Your ears perking to the sound of its alarm, a wave of triumph rolling over you as the locks sprung free.

You opened the backseat passenger door to toss your purse and paperwork on the seat. Expecting to see Soap at the driver side as you tried to close the door.

Tried.

You glanced questioningly at the door. Only then did you notice Soap's hand gripping on the edge. Spinning on your heels as you came face to face with a fiery blaze and a hungry look in his eyes.

"John?"

"Get in."

"John?!"

"GET IN!"

You felt his hands on your hips the moment his voice registered within your mind. Thrusting you into the back seat, an excitedly victorious giggle escaping your chest as he crawled in before slamming the door behind him.

"Yer such a fuckin' lit'le minx, y'know that? Leavin' me th're wit a full bloody stonner." He growled, pulling your shoes off and tossing them to the side, frantically moving to the front of your jeans as you continued to laugh in triumph at his feverish need.

"Makin' me do the goddamn walk o' shame and...why are these fuckin' buttons so goddamn small?!"

"Ooohhh, what happened to that cool confidence, Soap? Thought you could handle yourself under pressure. Bein' a demolitions expert an' all."

"Yer pushin' it, lass." He spat back. Relinquishing the fight with the buttons in favor of simply tearing your jeans off.

"M'also not tryin'a fuck tha bombs, smartass."

Soap tossed your garments to the back, flaring his nostrils with a darkened veil in his eyes as he spread your legs to take in the sight of your silken arousal. Moving onto his haunches with a deep inhale, his eyes rolling back as he took in the scent of your growing excitement.

“Mhmm. Could smell tha’ sweet pussy in th’re. An’ ya already so fuckin’ wet fer me, aren’t ya, bonnie?”

Words escaped you as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pumped up to his knuckle, teasingly preparing you for what was to come. Unable to restrain your body’s reaction as your walls reflexively clenched around him.

“Donnae think I didn’t feel tha’. I know what ya need, lass. An’ m’gonna give it to ya.” Soap lured to you with a husky purr, your eyes fluttering open in response to take in the sight of him stroking himself through his jeans. His steely blue gaze boring into your soul as he effortlessly worked at the buckle of his belt. A throaty growl reverberating within him as he teasingly pushed the waist of his jeans below his hips to expose his painfully hardened cock.

"Johnny, I-" Your pleasured whimper was cut short as he throw his muscular frame on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours in a wet and desperately needy kiss. His strong hands gripping into the flesh of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as he teasingly pushed his throbbing erection into your moistened cunt. Filling you to the brim in one fluid thrust.

"Th's s'my home, bonnie. Right 'ere. B'tween yer legs an' deep in th's beautiful fuckin' pussy a 'yers."

Soap didn't give you time or air to respond as he encapsulated your mouth once more and immediately began pistoning himself into your core. The force of his thrusts wiping whatever thoughts and words out your mind, only focusing on the feel of him as he caged you against the backseat with his arms bent on either side of your head.

"Steamin' hell yer tight, lass." Soap growled into your lips, pressing his chest down into yours, keeping you still and allowing him full reign to pound his hardened length into your heat.

His bulbous tip kissing the flesh of your cervix with each forward thrust before pulling out almost entirely to only throw himself back into you once more. The continuous motion forcing your back to arch off the backseat, pushing your pelvis into his to stimulate the sensitive flesh of your clit.

Soap pulled his mouth away in repsonse to your shifting position, leaning forward to press his forehead into the crook of your neck. His hot breath cascading down your skin as he grunted and moaned with every subsequent thrust, his relentless pounding forcing you to grip into his shoulders to keep yourself stable beneath him.

"Johnny...Johnny..." you whispered softly against his temple. His name the only coherent word you could manage to let fall from your lips as your mind and body fell into the depths of his desperate and needy pleasure.

"Jus'...lemme 'ave th's, bonnie."

"Only g'nna need...an'ther minute.."

Soap's gasping breaths washed over the flesh of your neck, his voice rumbling within his throat like an otherworldly mixture of a growling whimper.

And the moment you felt his hips begin to falter, you pushed aisde your own pleasure in favor of reaching his. Only focusing on him. His needs. His desperate compulsion to always need to fill you and mark you as his own.

"C'mon, bonnie. Come for me."

You responded to his grunting demand by simply pressing your lips to the flesh of his temple. Wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, letting him vigorously thrust his throbbing cock into your cunt until you felt the warmth of his release erupt deep inside you.

Soap's movements then halted all together. Burying himself into your heat as he rode out the relentless pulses of his climax.

Even within this impromptu moment, with him panting against your neck and you hunched beneath him in the backseat, there was always a certain level of intimacy that seemed to meld between you in the bliss of the afterglow. Cradling him in your arms as he slumped over in a limp and gasping mess.

"Fuckin hell, bonnie." He whispered, softly panting against your neck as he lightly pursed his lips against your neck.

"Jesus, Johnny. If I knew home ownership got ya this worked up, I'd it done years ago."

"Shut it, lass."

"Can't wait to see how hard ya get when I do my taxes."

Soap remained silent to your playful banter, responding only by continuing to kiss the curve of your neck as his body trembled, slowly coming down from the high of his release.

His mouth gently curled into a smile as he placed a series of gentle kisses up the nape of your neck. Chiding in once more to your jesting, his distinctive brogue thicker and more hoarse as he purred against your flesh.

"Won't 'ave ta, hen. Unless yer 'nta doin' a threesome."

"What?" You questioned, pulling him out of your neck to meet his steely blue gaze with a coitish smile.

"Uncle Sam already fucks ya in the ass, bonnie. It's the only time I'm yer designated sloppy side piece."

You can't hide the smile that emerged over your lips, pushing a piece of sweat ridden hair out of his eyes as you lovingly gaze up at him.

"Then I guess I'll be needing another down payment in advance. Just for good measure."

And of course, Soap obliges. Thrusting his still hardened cock deep into your core as he mutters those two words you love to hear.

"Yes, ma'am."

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sskk-manifesto · 4 months

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Actually I feel like this sums up bsd pretty well

#Would make a good “draw the squad like”#atsushi nakajima #osamu dazai #doppo kunikida #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd s1 #bsdrewatch2023

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luxaofhesperides · 1 month

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I'm not sure if you're still taking Ghostlights requests, but if you are: Dick asking Duke to take Haley to the dog park for him in order to set up a meet-cute for him with the guy with the weird green rottweiler

And if you aren't, just know that you're doing great and I appreciate the hell out of you

“Oh, shoot!”

Hearing Dick rush around as a frantic mess is not uncommon while he’s in Gotham. There’s too many people wanting to spend time with him that he ends up pulled in a bunch of different directions. Dick’s always in a rush, always busy, always making time for people because he has more love than Duke has ever seen in a person.

Dick’s also got pretty good time management skills after years of doing this. He’s only cutting out a few minutes early for their designated three hour catch-up session.

That doesn’t mean he’s going to do it gracefully, though.

“Almost lost track of the time!” he says, moving to the couch to pick up his jacket. “Hey, Duke, can do you me a favor while I’m out?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can you take Haley to the dog park? I usually take her twice a week around this time, but I totally forgot to include that in my calendar this week so I’ve got plans with the Titans just outside the city, and no time to take her out.”

“Yeah, man, of course I can take her to the dog park. The one attached to Robinson Park, right?”

Dick nods, shoving his shoes onto his feet. “That’s the one! Her treats are also in the bag hanging next to her leash. Oh, and she has a friend at the dog park! Don’t be scared when you see him, he’s just green.”

“Oh…kay?”

“Great, thanks! Bye, Duke, I’ll see you later!”

And with that, Dick is gone, closing the door to his safehouse as he dashes into the hall.

Duke is left alone in Dick’s Gotham safehouse, blinking dazedly at the empty space where he once was. He’s certainly a whirlwind of activity when he realizes he’s going to be late. He’s also skilled in just saying things and leaving before any questions can be answered.

Haly jumps up onto the couch next to Duke. They share a look, then Duke shakes his head. “You have to deal with that every day, huh?”

Haly, the good girl that she is, doesn’t say anything bad against her owner and just puts a paw on Duke’s thigh, her tail wagging.

“I hear ya, girl. Let’s go to the dog park to meet your green friend, I guess.”

He has no idea what that means, honestly. Is Dick just talking about a dog that got its fur dyed green? Or is Haly’s friend like… a mutant dog?

Well, he’s not going to find out by stalling.

Duke pets Haly, then stands up and walks to the door. Her head perks up as soon as she hears the jangle of her leash being moved, and then she’s running to the door, looking up at him expectantly. Smiling, Duke slips the harness onto her, then attached it to the leash. He gives her another quick pet before shoving on his shoes and grabbing her bag of treats and waste disposal bags.

He double checks that he has his phone, then takes hold of Dick’s spare safehouse key and steps out into the hallway with Haly. She waits patiently as he locks the door, checks that the lock holds, then runs down the hallway, ripping the leash right out of his hands.

“Haly! Wait! Stop, girl!”

She happily ignores him and goes straight for the elevator, leaving him to run after her and quickly scoop up the leash as soon as he’s close enough.

“Of course you’re a little escape artists,” he says to her, “Just like your owner.”

Haly woofs softly, then stands up and scratches at the doors of the elevator. Shaking his head, amused, Duke pushes the button to call the elevator and wonders if Dick has to deal with this every time they go to the dog park.

On one hand, it wouldn’t surprise him since Dick is absolutely the kind of guy to give in to his dog’s every whims and spoil her rotten. On the other hand, Duke fully believes that Haly is smart enough and cute enough to misbehave only when Dick isn’t around so he never believes people when they try to tell him about all the mischief she’s caused.

Dogs and their owners really do reflect one another. The internet was right about that.

Duke makes sure to keep a tight grip on Haly’s leash once they leave the apartment building. The streets are busy, as they tend to be on weekends, and the sight of Haly straining against her leash, ready to run, brings a smile to more than one face.

He plots the route to the dog park in his mind, then starts up a light jog, tugging lightly on the leash to prompt Haly to follow him.

It’s nice to run just for the sake of it. Haly makes a good running partner as well.

How long has it been since Duke had time to relax and not be prepared for the worst? All the running he usually does these days is to catch up with criminals or run for his life. Being out during the day, moving through the city, without any lives in danger? Genuinely nice and relaxing.

Maybe he can offer to take Haly to the dog park from now on. Join Dick whenever he goes. Create a set few hours where he doesn’t do anything but enjoy being outside in one of the few places where the smog of pollution and chemical toxins isn’t so thick in the air.

He’ll just have to make sure Dick doesn’t agree to something else during those days. It’s still strange to think that Dick could forget to do something involving Haly when he’s such a good dog owner and a pro at juggling various responsibilities and a busy schedule.

Well, they all have off days. This must be one of Dick’s.

The sidewalks get wider once they reach the street that leads to the park. Families fill up the space, walking with strollers in front of them or lined up at a food cart. The vivid green of spring fills the grassy fields that lead to the large patches of trees, marking the edge of Poison Ivy’s territory. Clovers decorate the ground, bees moving from flower to flower.

There are other dogs on walks as well, making circuits around the park or running after toys. Duke spots a cat in a walking harness as well and wonders if he can convince Damian to get one for Alfred the cat.

The dog park is on the other end of the park, as far away from Ivy’s territory as possible. The fenced off areas are separated into big dogs and small dogs, with a helpful guide as to which dogs go where posted at the entrance.

Duke slows to a walk, breathing deeply to help settle his heart rate back down to something normal. Haly walks by his side, tail wagging, as she watches the other dogs run back and forth behind the fence.

She’s still small, just growing out of puppy size, so Duke leads her into the small dog area, carefully making sure the gate doesn’t open enough for any quick dogs to make a break for it. He walks over to a bench and sits down before undoing the harness on her, setting her loose.

Haly licks his hand once, then darts away, barking lightly as she joins the other dogs tumbling around each other.

Amused, Duke leans back at watches as the other dogs sniff her, then do their funny little bowing stomps, moving back and forth before running off so she can give chase.

He figures staying for an hour will be good enough. That should get the most of her energy out, and then they can make the long trek back to Dick’s safehouse so he can pick her up before he heads back to Bludhaven. Pulling out his phone, Duke settles in to wait, keeping half his attention on Haly just in case any of the other dogs decide to get a little too rough.

The first twenty minutes pass peacefully. Haly runs around and the owners of the other dogs give her pets when she runs up to them. One even went over to Duke to offer him a pack of fruit gummies.

Then a loud bark fills the air and Duke jerks upright, watching with wide eyes as a colossally large dog, green and glowing and slightly transparent, comes barrelling down the street, headed right towards them.

He doesn’t have time to yell Haly’s name before the dog is in the fence. None of the other dog owners look alarmed, though, so he watches carefully, prepared to jump up and save Haly at a moment’s notice.

“Cujo!” someone yells from down the street. A guy with dark hair comes running up and smoothly jumps over the fence. “Cujo, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off like that?”

The green dog, apparently Cujo, barks happily.

“And you’re too big for this park right now, buddy. Shrink, boy. It’s time to be small.”

And then Cujo… obeys? The dog shrinks, and instead of being the size of a bus, it’s now small enough to be carried in someone’s arms.

Green dog is not enough warning for all of that. Dick owes him so much for this.

Actually, he’s kind of shocked that Dick never mentioned this to anyone. Surely a giant green dog would get people’s attention. Why is this the first time he’s heard about it?

“You new around here?” someone asks, and Duke turns to see the person who gave him the fruit gummies.

“Kinda? It’s my first time coming to the dog park. I’m looking after Haly, that one right over there.” He points out Haly, who is running in circles around Cujo.

“Ah, I see. Dick mentioned someone new would be coming today.”

Duke narrows his eyes. He’s starting to get the feeling that he’s been set up for something, but he’s not sure what.

“I’ll give you the spiel we tell all newcomers, in that case,” they continue. “Cujo is a ghost dog. Poor thing died during some animal testing, far as we know. Danny looks after him, since Cujo got attached to the kid years ago before he moved to Gotham. He’s a kind one, but very nervous, and we’ve all got an agreement to keep quiet about him and Cujo round this parts. You better be holding your tongue, as well, ya hear me?”

“Sure thing,” Duke nods. “My lips are sealed.”

He’ll just ask Dick about the ghost dog situation and do his own investigation if needed. But Cujo is just a dog, and his owner is just a guy. Nothing threatening, nothing requiring a Bat’s attention.

“Good,” they nod. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” They’re gone before Duke can reply, adjusting the hat on their head as they head back to their group in the back left corner of the dog park.

Satisfied that things are under control, Duke relaxes back into the bench, watching Haly and Cujo tumble around with the other dogs, barking happily. Haly’s still growing into her paws, so she trips and falls often, but gets up without a moments pause, ready to keep playing.

From the corner of his eyes, Duke catches sight of someone walking towards him.

He looks over and finds Cujo’s owner—Danny, wasn’t it?—approaching. Their eyes meet, and Danny offers him a sheepish smile and a wave. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow with some otherworldly light, and Duke can swear he sees something shifting around him, as if the air has turned visible and twists around his body like wisps of smoke.

“Mind if I sit with you?” Danny asks, and Duke moves to the side a bit.

“Go ahead,” he says.

“You’re Duke, right? Dick told me about you last week.”

It’s looking more and more like Dick is up to something, and Duke will need to get his revenge. “Did he? All good things, I hope.”

“Aha, yeah, all good things. Um, actually I think I should apologize? I maybe said you sounded like my type so Dick promised that he’d get you here somehow. Sorry if this is messing up your plans for the day.”

Oh. Oh!

Well. That’s interesting.

Duke quietly shelves his plans for revenge against Dick and takes a proper look at Danny. He’s shy, but with a bright smile, glowing eyes and strange smoke curling around him still, and messy black hair windswept from chasing after Cujo. There’s a flush in his cheeks and his long fingers fiddle with the string of his dark red hoodie.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have any plans today. This is way better than just sleeping all day.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Danny laughs, “There’s nothing I like more than being able to sleep all day. That would fix me for sure.”

There’s a loud bark, and Danny’s eyes snap back to Cujo, who is growing bigger. “Cujo!” Danny yells, voice sharp. “Shrink down, or we go home.”

Cujo grumbles, whines, then goes back to being little. The green dog only has a moment to look sad before Haly is tackling him, sending them back into another chase around the park.

“Sorry about that,” Danny says, slouching against the bench.

“It’s all good,” Duke replies. “So. I’m your type, huh?”

Danny’s cheeks turn a deep, charming red. He looks away, then nods and ducks his head down.

“And that hasn’t changed after meeting me?”

Danny shakes his head, then peeks over at Duke, gaze slowly moving up his body until he meets Duke’s eyes. “Definitely hasn’t changed,” he says.

Now it’s Duke’s turn to feel his cheeks burn, flustered and pleasantly surprised by Danny’s boldness. It doesn’t help that Danny is cute, someone he can see himself falling for.

“Good,” he says, then knocks his knee against Danny’s. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. On one condition.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Tell me what Dick told you about me. I wanna make sure he wasn’t sharing an embarrassing stories about me. If I’m gonna make a fool of myself, then I’ll do it myself with no outside help.”

Danny’s laugh is bright and warm and sends butterflies dancing in Duke’s stomach. “Fair enough!” he says. “And you know what? I’ll trade you for embarrassing stories. Trust me, I have so many. Nothing you’ve done can be worse that the dumb shit I do on a regular basis.”

“Woah, woah, woah, confident, aren’t we? Don’t say that until you’ve heard about some of the stupid situation I choose to throw myself into.”

“Please, I’m an younger brother. If anyone knows how to be stupid, it’s me.”

“I’m part of the disaster that is the Wayne family. I think that has you beat.”

“My parents are mad scientists and my dog is a ghost. Try again.” The teasing smile on Danny’s lips makes him want to be reckless, to keep pushing, to go down this path as far as he can. Duke can’t remember the last time he clicked with someone so instantly, to be so comfortable with them so soon.

Damn. He’s gonna have to thank Dick for this, isn’t he?

As if on cue, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Duke pulls it out with an apologetic smile to Danny, who leans back a bit to give him some privacy.

The text that pops up is from Dick. It’s a photo of him and Danny from the side, heads bent close together as they talk with bright smiles. He can just make out the wild red curls of Kori’s hair.

“I’m gonna put jello in his socks,” Duke says cheerfully, already looking around to find where Dick is hiding.

He probably already moved locations, the ass.

“What’s up?”

He holds out his phone so Danny can see the screen. Danny stares at it, then looks around, then stares at the screen again.

“...Is he watching us?”

“Yep.”

“...Should we do something about it?”

Duke shrugs. “I mean, I’m up for hunting him down and tackling him if you are.”

“I can do you one better,” Danny says with a sharp grin. He whistles, and Cujo comes running over, Haly at his heels, and he skids to a stop to sit before Danny. “Cujo. You remember Dick?” Cujo barks, as if answering. “Fetch! Go fetch Dick!”

Cujo jumps to his feet, grows from the size of a pug to a bear, and takes off for the art instillation farther into Robinson Park. Moments later, they hear a yell followed by loud laughter, and Cujo and running back, Dick hanging from his mouth, with Kori, Donna, and Roy following after him at a leisurely stroll.

“I think we’re gonna get along great,” Duke says. “He’s gonna wish he never set us up.”

“That’s the way to do it,” Danny agrees.

“Say, wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?”

Danny blinks, then blushes again. “What, like a date?”

“Yeah, as a date. You up for it?”

“How could I say no? I was promised embarrassing stories.”

He watches as Cujo drops a rumpled looking Dick to the ground, half his shirt soaked with saliva. He dramatically mimes being shot in the heart when he sees them both looking at him, and goes limp when Kori picks him up and tries to set him on his feet.

Then he tries to act very calm and cool as Danny leans against him. “Think he’s gonna follow up on our date?” Danny asks in a low voice.

Duke closes his eyes and tries not to despair. He didn’t even think of that. “Worse. He’s going to tell everyone else, then we’ll have every available Wayne kid stalking us on our date.”

“Guess I’ll have to rely on you to chase them off, huh?”

“Or we can sic Cujo on them again.”

“Or that,” Danny nods. “It’s always effective.”

He’s really going to have to bring his best to the date tomorrow, just to stay a step ahead of everyone else. Maybe he’ll ask Barbara for a favor and get her to lead them off? And if Bruce gets involved, then Duke is fully prepared to flashbang him, grab Danny, and run.

It’s going to be a disaster.

It’s going to be fun.

He’s already looking forward to it, and from the mischievous smile on Danny’s face, he’s not the only one.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #dick is so great i love him sooo much. most amazing loser guy ever <3 #him befriending danny at the park bc hes investigating the guy with the green superpowered dog thats making everyone nervous #only to find that danny's a sweet kid whos stressed out and doing his best and cujo is a ghost dog who died years ago and only wants to pla #really tugs at his heartstrings and dick from then on is one of dannys closest friends #the other dog park regulars slowly get used to danny and start talking to him too after dick does and also grow super protective #dannys got a whole squad ready to protect him if duke doesnt treat him right lol #waynes vs dog park regulars: FIGHT #jk they just give very mild shovel talks that are mostly 'treat him right hes had a rough life and deserves love and happiness. or else'#thanks for the prompt!!

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