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gggreengoblin · 8 months

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Around 750+ words. Dog!Maxiel. Belgian malinois!Max missing his best friend, Border collie!Daniel, at a dog park. Inspired by this.

Just my coping mechanism for the current tragedy. I am sorry if it's too weird.

Max was shaking with excitement when they reached the dog park. As usual, Christian took Max to this park every other day. All morning, since dawn, Max had waited for the man to say "park" and put him into the passenger seat of his car.

This morning they came earlier than usual. The air was still cold and the grass that Max had stepped on was still wet with morning dew. They stopped at their usual place, right in front of a long bench.

Max loved this place. All he could focus on was the large expanse of grass right in front of them. Oh, how he loved this park with all of his little doggy heart.

Christian took off the leash from his collar and gave him the command to run to wherever and do whatever he pleased. Christian also brought Max's tennis ball. Max wanted his ball, so he just sat there, eyeing the ball, and refused to run.

"You want this, don't you?" He tossed the ball into the air. Max jumped and caught the ball with his sharp teeth.

"Good boy."

"Run!" Max took his lovely ball and ran around the park, past the sandbox and the grass. Occasionally he glanced toward the long bench, made sure he did not go too far from Christian.

He stopped briefly when he passed a woman who was playing with her dogs. They were playing frisbee toss. Max didn't join them. He did not enjoy playing with strangers.

Max had been playing alone in this park for a while. It's been a long time since Max last met his best friend in this park. Usually, they played with whatever toys their humans brought them, running around, playing tug or just chasing after the ball thrown by Christian.

Max took the ball and ran back to Christian. The old man was already sitting on a bench and playing with the thing they called a book. He stopped and sat in front of Christian and dropped the ball.

"Hey, Buddy. You done running?"

Max barked.

Cristian put down his book and took the ball from the grass. He stood up and threw the ball as far as he could. Max ran and looked for where his ball had landed.

The ball rolled and was hidden under the bushes. Immediately Max picked the ball up using his snout and ran towards Christian.

When he returned, he realized who had just arrived in the park. He smelled a scent that was carried by the wind. Then he saw his friend running with his human.

Daniel, whom he had not seen for a long time, ran while carrying a nice stick, so long that it was difficult for Daniel to carry it. His tail was waggling so fast it messed with his balance. He slightly tugged on Franz who was holding his harness's leash.

Franz ordered Daniel to sit down and then uncliped the leash from Daniel's harness.

He dropped his stick. "Hi, Max. Long time no see!"

Max wanted to run and crash himself into Daniel, but his human didn't like Max doing that. So he can only dance on his two front paws. He tried to stay still but he failed. The sight of Daniel filled his body with a rush of energy. His body needed to move. He was so happy he wanted to bark, howl, and run around the park.

When Daniel got back on his feet, Max came closer and sniffed Daniel.

"Where have you been?"

"Look!" Daniel lifted his left front paw. The leg was hairless. "My leg got hurt."

"I hit a wall while playing with Oscar in the backyard."

"Ow. That looks painful, Daniel." Max noticed a strange line on the bald skin of Daniel's leg.

"Yeah, Franz had to take me to the vet. I have to sleep at the vet's house for a few days."

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, I feel better, much better. I can run." Daniel trotted around Max. "But I can't run as fast as usual. My leg still hurts a little if I walk too much."

"Too bad. I wanted to play tag with you."

"Next time, Max. We can play another game though."

"Good."

"Look at my stick. It's pretty big, isn't it? I found it under a tree when I was walking here."

"You are very lucky no other dog took it."

"Yeah."

"Shall we take a walk around the park? I miss the fresh air and the park."

"Of course."

Max bolted and ran as fast as he could.

"Max, wait for me!" Daniel lagged far behind him.

He could hear Franz screaming for Daniel to stop running in the distance and the sound of Christian's chuckle.

Max ran over to Daniel. "It's okay. You take it slow." Max joged around Daniel who was limping a bit.

"Yeah." all Daniel could say. Too busy beaming and waggling his tail.

Max was delighted. Daniel was back around him. He was happy to be able to play together again.

#maxiel fic #maxiel #my fic

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chromium-siren · 10 months

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The Principal’s Companion

Inspired by that adorable drawing @gwenslucifer made for me, thank you!

Larissa considered herself a cat person- although she liked dogs as well, she preferred a feline companion. Along with that- it seemed a bit lonely in her office during times that she wouldn’t be around campus. She just wasn’t sure how she’d be able to make that happen- although she knew that there were all sorts of feral animals that hung around Nevermore, this hypothetical cat would probably stay in her office. So, after doing research, she went into town to the animal shelter to find a companion of her own. Throughout the drive from Nevermore to Jericho, she was eager about it, and her anticipation grew as she got closer. At last, she made it to the Jericho Animal Home and walked in.

Her appearance caught the staff by surprise- not just because of her height and her fabulous vintage fashion, but because of the fact that she came from Nevermore Academy. But nonetheless, she floated into the building, closing the door behind her.

“Where are the cats?” she asked, putting her gloves in her purse and taking off her scarf.

“Right this way,” a volunteer stammered, and lead her past an open playroom filled with dogs and puppies. She entered another space, but it was obvious that it was a playroom for cats. The scent of catnip tickled her nose as she watched kittens and adult cats scampering around happily, collars jingling merrily as they played. Larissa couldn’t help but smile as she watched the cats enjoying themselves, and even got in on the fun by playing with a calico kitten. She gently dangled a feather wand over the cat’s head, and laughed as she batted her tiny paws at the feather. A handsome gray tom rubbed against her legs and purred, while she pet a Maine Coon that seemed more like a lion than a cat! But then, something caught her eye.

Resting on the top of a cat tree sat a beautiful white cat whose fur had some subtle touches of gray. As Larissa made her way towards the tree, the cat opened an eye and trilled at her.

“That’s Ghost, she’s been at the shelter for quite some time,” the volunteer explained, telling Larissa about the cat’s situation. Needless to say, Ghost was considered an outcast- which touched Larissa’s heart. She reached a hand out to the cat and gently pet them. Ghost found that she liked the sensation and she leaned into the touch, purring happily as Larissa pet her.

“You’re coming home with me, Madame,” Larissa whispered to the cat, who seemed to purr louder. After filling out the paperwork, paying fees, and buying supplies, Larissa Weems was now the proud companion of a cat. On the drive back, Ghost sat in the front seat with her, letting out the occasional meow from her crate.

“Let’s see… I know Ghost is a good name for a white cat; but I think you deserve a nicer name. Let me think… Pearl. Yes- your name will be Pearl!” she said triumphantly. Pearl meowed happily as they continued down the road back to Nevermore.

Larissa opened Pearl’s crate and let the cat explore the office, laughing when the cat perched herself on Larissa’s desk and meowed like she had just scaled Mount Everest. She picked up the cat and showed her the view from the office- Nevermore sprawled out below them as the cat glanced at the students below. Pearl continued her expedition of the office, looking through every nook and cranny she could fit her whiskers into before finally settling on Larissa’s desk chair for a nap.

Pearl joined Larissa for the occasional campus stroll here and there, her harness and lead in Nevermore’s school colors. Students would come to the office to pet the cat and offered to walk her, which always made her smile. While Larissa danced ballet, Pearl would weave in between her legs and Larissa would take care to avoid stepping on her with her pointe shoes. But most of all, Pearl loved to just be with her human friend, snuggled on her lap and purring away as Larissa would sit by the fireplace. And Larissa felt the same way- she adored her feline companion, who made a place for herself not just at Nevermore and Larissa’s home, but in her heart.

#my writing #give larissa a cat #larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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fuck-customers · 1 year

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I work at a veterinary clinic and we do boarding for dogs/cats. Today an owner came to pick up her 5 month old german shepherd puppy. If an owner leaves a leash and/or harness with us, we always try to use them to take them out to the lobby, rather than using one of our slip leads. This puppy came with a harness and a leash, and was wearing his collar. He was much too fucking excited for me to put his harness on by myself, and it was a busy hour so I didn’t have anyone to ask to help keep him steady for me. So I said fuck it and hooked his leash to his collar and carried his harness out with me to the owner. I had this thought, “This better not be one of those owners that’s weird about this kind of thing,” but well, unless it’s a small dog (harnesses are always better for small dogs) or a dog with certain special needs, it doesn’t fucking matter, especially if you’re just going to be taking them right to the car. Well when I took this puppy out to this lady, I almost wasn’t sure she was his owner. He was tugging toward her but lots of puppies will do that to anyone. The face she was making was confused and annoyed. I said, “Hi! Is this your baby?” and she said, “Yes. But why isn’t his harness on?” Of fucking course. I explained to her it wasn’t possible for me to put it on him, he was just sooooo excited to get to see her again. Then I offered to help her put it on, and he was still bouncing off the walls excited and she wasn’t listening to what I was telling her to do. She finally started to leave and snapped, “It’s fine, he’ll just choke himself to death on the way to the car.” Yeah sure okay. A five month old large dog puppy is going to die in the thirty or less seconds it takes you to get him to your car. Whatever, bitch, you’re welcome we took care of him while he spilled his food and water constantly. (Nothing actually against the puppy, he was a sweet boy, but people seriously don’t realize the stuff we have to put up with.)

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hyperannotation · 11 months

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SCANNER SPATTER by David John Roden

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n/sertion

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traumupload chameleonweave

takpatina decay

twigs/n leaves

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4 salient hypersurfacez

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cortisolnadrenal

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aneurysms bloom

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analgesic cools secret cham-weave’s

AGI-text1 whistled 2 security lodge [battle elated] the HR tag resolved head-on-dog as Greg Chimes [long 0 Brand’s Security]

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[induced coma-reboot]

Ahistorical Irony

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Rosa Brands sacrific body variants bornmaverick work Cephalopod Sexology/n

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incendiary PSYOP2excise personal-from-political bugged by distributed ConSec AGIarms spawning the SCANner agon

dark w/crazed natural telepathy/n not2suffer the lamentable Toronto bloodpie

but 1z persist as Illuminati attack dogz

if the governance failed ConSec sent 4 1z…

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these were the ded or entr'acte

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1recalled the drone @the treeline CTRL somewhere/somehow w/ neat MASER

considered a grenade in2the door but1ConSec implant open/d as@ Londn Munsk or Nuyk

a succession 0 muffled airbursts while ConSec Orbital-prune Brand’s drone fleet w/x-raylas

[prayz2 undead who wired 1 soul] processed the lobby walkway/n CentreSpine w/glass perm opaque dark/faint contoured by redgreenyello chevrons

reek 2 each side black sphere bubbles 0 emptyversetouched oblate semio-neuroghost drifts inslim pale Fetgirl/n tartan bale hentai toon/ @intersection by leering CatBoi

had time2note be4 the Monad shat pixel oil foam around/n multiquale tubules foldedroaring deepest world shatterer respect

1 fell

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dissembles blue black yello tar

a vast Bild on vapd bones 0 present Amurk

Cyclotowers cratered Xenogothic idols 0 the Myrrhim

each cavernator venting black Posit Priests castrate under the lidless gristle-whipped Flagellants

Cancer Stylites saggin w/incessant self-abuse swarminorgy-nuked celebrants & Xstasy all flud in bearing torches black death promises …

1feel the roaring deepest humiliation since1 ordeals @ConSecAcademia as1 am SCANned flayed tasted by an Ancientopaque Beyond dissembled n1 turn eye from the Abyss City 2the Enormity touch undulatingplanetoid straited w/liana eyetends reachdown greedy 2t towers & the souls 0fered 2 [Unnameable] …

dragged through a yello hell by gynoids & catboi / gynoids w/ pointy breasts and lush black hair on no-face geysers 0 eyes & a gyres 0 infected mouth parts [the CatBoizn little maid outfit unmouthed intubated] 1 tried SCAN/ feeling naught byond crackd emo fuzz /

1 wriggled bitches stole my wrist gat & knife!

1had specimensfreed hand from Cisey Hentai enough 2 release 3venereal shitzflukes batten on2 naked perf mmms0thigh and innerwet mump to nanowombthe Hentaiz spazzed cum in pure w/blud wee from pussy/analCatBoi bludding claw nipples as the Fluks massed hiz prostate

[LOLs] 2 snap necks as they squirm-cum in nauseaflex [1 had seen a vista 0 posthuman degradation@oddsw/noble aspirations 0 Solar conquest 0fed by ConSec yet 1 must concede a terrible beauty!]

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foggyxrayspecs · 1 year

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Security Measures—Part 2: Get in the Car

Prompt: After eliminating a target (and stealing his human guard dog), Yelena takes a moment of downtime before her next steps. Having a new pup in your home isn’t that hard, right? Right?!

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy petplay

Word Count: ~1,800

A/N: I like the idea of Yelena taking on a pet that is essentially a loaded gun. With all her new toys, she gets super nerdy about studying the mechanics of how it all works. Then she’d devote herself to mastering the ultimate switch — a deadly weapon and a big, dumb lapdog. Hijinks ensue! Tip of the hat to @scarlettwlw for letting me borrow the Widow AU Yelena. (Much appreciated!!!)

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“It is done,” Yelena says into the phone.

“Outstanding work. Any complications?”

Yelena glances at you from the corner of her eye. She sighs softly, readying herself for a confession. “Maybe one.”

“Oh?”

“Mm,” she stalled. “I took the dog.”

“Ohh.”

“Tone.” Yelena warns.

“What? There was no tone.” Natasha exclaimed, perhaps a little too brightly.

“Yes. Yes, there was a one-syllable tone.”

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IN THE CAR

“It is done,” Yelena says into the phone.

“Outstanding work. Any complications?”

Yelena glances at you from the corner of her eye. She sighs softly, readying herself for a confession. “Maybe one.”

“Oh?”

“Mm,” she stalled. “I took the guardhund.”

“Ohh.”

“Tone.” Yelena warns.

“What? There was no tone.” Natasha exclaimed, perhaps a little too brightly.

“Yes. Yes, there was a one-syllable tone.”

“Yelena…” Natasha bites back a chuckle. “Is your apartment prepared for a… visitor?”

Yelena grumbles. “I… may have picked up a few things this week. Just for the weekend. Alexei is picking them up Monday morning.”

“Ah. I see.” Natasha said, trying her best to keep the true thoughts out of her voice. Really. Her absolute best.

“Don’t say it like that!” Yelena bites out, her words slipping back to a well-worn childhood default. She catches herself and clears her throat. “Sonya is looking after clean up at Reznikov’s. Do you need me for anything else tonight?”

Natasha’s chest warmed at Yelena’s loyalty. “No, Sestra. Go home and take care of your foundling. Take the weekend.”

Yelena smiles softly. “Call me if you need me.”

“Same.”

Yelena exhaled a breath after she ended the call.

She looks at you for a long moment, her face unreadable. With a soft grunt, she snaps out of it and reaches to tug on the seat straps that lash you into place. Then, she pulls back and forth on the muzzle she insisted you wear. Satisfied that it’s secure, she pauses to stroke her thumb over your cheek between the straps. “Stay calm, cub.”

She turns back to the steering wheel, grips it with one hand, and twists her key hard in the ignition. The engine roars to life, almost hurting your ears.

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Yelena pulls up to her apartment building and hops out, rounding the car before the late-night valet can get up from his seat. “Hold on, Mikhail.”

She opens the back passenger side door. You start wiggling as she unbuckles the safety belt and car harness and pulls it over your head. She clips a tight lead chain leash to your collar and pulls gently for you to get out.

“New …pet, Ms. Belova?” The valet watches as you land on the cement, and he slowly moves back with his hands in full view.

“Just a weekend guest. We are going up in the service elevator.”

“Yes, Ms. Belova. I’ll call ahead and clear your way.” He says warmly, but still keeping his distance well away from you.

“Perfect. Please tell Aurélia ‘hello’ for me?”

“Of course, Ms. Belova. I think she’s still recovering from your girls’ night.”

Yelena chuckles and waves a hand in goodbye. She walks forward, looking down at you to ensure you keep up. You fall into line easily by her left side, matching her pace and scanning the area.

She leads you down a long corridor. When she stops to wait for the service elevator, you sit immediately, taking slow breaths to scan the lobby. As the elevator car reaches the floor and opens, you wait until she moves to follow her, then sit by her side when she makes an about-turn. She looks down at you curiously. “Good sit.”

The elevator dings softly, and she moves to open her apartment door, seemingly the only one on the floor. She opens her door, and you follow her, almost floating forward as the scents hit your nose. You shiver as they curl around you. It’s pure, uncut Yelena.

“Okay! I did do some light preparing. Kibble, water bowls, a bed.” She looks down and wiggles her eyebrows at you, “Treats.” Since she’s speaking in Russian, you have no idea what she says, but you like her open expression and softly woof response.

“The waste area is on the balcony, ready for business. And, it’s…” She checks her watch. “Well past bedtime.”

“What do you say we get you something to eat and then go to our beds? It’s been a very, very long day.” You move with her as she walks to the kitchen.

She moves the bowl over to the island and grabs the bag of kibble. You watch from the floor as she opens it and about gags. “Whew! That is no good. You like this stuff?” She reaches into the bag, grabs a few dried nuggets, and sets them on a mat with a water bowl. You curiously sniff them and look up at her. “No? Mm.”

Yelena moved to the other side of the kitchen and pulled open her refrigerator. She looks at a box and then back at you, “Can animals have pizza?” She pauses. “No, no, absolutely not.”

She pulls out a bottle of vodka and closes the refrigerator door. She pours herself a shot, and looks at you while you smell the air. “What? Do I not deserve dinner, too?” She tosses back the shot and places the glass in the sink.

“Well, how about this…” She pours some kibble into a bowl, then pours a mountain of treats onto the dry nuggets and mixes them together. She puts the sterling bowl on the mat and unbuckles your muzzle. She nods to the bowl. “Eat; it’s good for you.”

She sits down and watches. You feel her heavy gaze on you. She clears her throat, and then you hear her pull her phone out to make a call. “Oksana? Thank you for picking up at this late hour.”

“Yelena!” A feminine voice exclaims on the other line. “So good to hear from you! Is everything okay?”

“All is well,” Yelena assures her. “Do you have time to consult tomorrow on an urgent matter?”

“Of course. Anything for the family. What time?”

“The earlier, the better.”

“We begin at 6:00 a.m. Come at seven, and you’ll blissfully miss breakfast's chaos.”

“Excellent, we’ll be there. Thank you, Oksana. I’ll remember this.” The other woman offers her goodbye, and Yelena hangs up the phone as you lean back from the food bowl.

Yelena takes a look at your progress. “Ahh. You have eaten the treats and left 100% of the kibble behind.” She chuckles softly. “Noted.”

She stretches, massaging the muscles between her neck and shoulder. “Bedtime, cub.”

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You look again at Yelena’s closed bedroom door and let out a soft, frustrated huff.

She had set you up for sleep with some private time on the balcony and then dropped another handful of treats on the edge of the bed. With a couple of quick pats on your head, she quickly disappeared into her own room, shutting the door and locking it with a soft click.

Now, you begin pacing around the apartment one more time, investigating each piece of furniture in your circuit. You start sniffing at a high-back chair by the window, then push it aside to inspect behind it as you smell a new mystery. The legs scrap along the hardwood floors with a drawn-out protest.

Suddenly, you hear the creak of the bed in the closed-off room and bare feet stomping on the ground. You look up quickly toward the door that whips open, your head knocking over the table beside the chair. “It’s four in the morning. We’ve been making noises for hours. Whenever I think you’ve settled down, I hear your little feet again. Go lay in your bed!”

Yelena is dressed in a black tank top and cotton underwear; her arm and hand are rigidly pointing to the bed. You understand clearly and walk over to the admittedly comfortable bed to sit down obediently. She slams the door, and you hear her soft curses and footsteps stop as the mattress creaks with the force of her landing.

You had never actually slept alone before. Rested, yes, but there were always others around you in the dead of night. Others in cages or others in charge. It feels very wrong to sleep with no other heartbeats close by. You sit back on your heels and tilt your head to howl in mourning. Maybe they would find you. Perhaps they would come to lay down beside you.

The door rips open, and Yelena is there again, her eyes shining. Her jaw tightens as she pads over to you with wraith in her eyes. You lay down with a pitifully soft whine, watching her. She stops when she’s in kicking distance. You roll on your back to show her your vulnerabilities. You expect the kick to come, and you brace for it.

When Yelena sees you willingly showing her your belly, she forces herself to take a calming breath. With a quick count to ten, she drops down to her haunches. “Tell me what’s wrong, little cub.”

You roll up to your hands and knees and move forward to lean your head into her stomach. She gasps in surprise and brings up her hand to rest on your back and then slides down to pat your sides. You stay that way for a few moments, grateful for her touch.

You close your eyes and inhale her, her natural scent from between her legs meeting your nose. You hold there, inhaling her smell and feeling her hands rub your sides. You cannot help but drop your head a bit to nose at the cloth covering her pink parts.

Yelena softly exclaims, feeling your tongue swiping over her cloth-covered pussy, and scrabbles back with the quickness. “What was that?!”

She gives you a stern look. “I’m trying to comfort you. It��s not an invitation.”

You whine softly and try to move forward to reclaim the intimacy of her soothing touch.

She reaches forward and strokes your cheek while keeping her hips tilted back and away from your mouth. You lean down to rub your cheek along her knee. “Ahh, maybe that was comforting you. Hold on for one second.”

You watch her straighten, then hook her thumbs into her underwear waistband and pull them down. She offers you the bit of cloth, and you gently take it in your mouth as a gift. You lay down, drop the fabric onto the blanket, and start rubbing your nose into the folds. She watches you wide-eyed as you begin licking, just like in Boss’s office.

“There,” she swallows thickly. Her voice is a low husk. “That looks like it will keep you busy for a while.”

You feel her run her fingers briefly through your hair. You look up while licking to watch her stand, walk back into her bedroom, and gently shut the door.

#### About twenty minutes later, you still can’t sleep. You get up silently and pull the bed over to Yelena’s door, tugging it in your teeth and walking it back on your knuckles and knees. It lands with a soft thump, half up on the door and half on the floor. You turn your flex the muscles around your ears to turn up auditory enhancements to catch the barest detection of her soft breaths. You snuggle inside the bed’s warmth, bury your nose in Yelena’s scent, and will yourself to rest.

#dark!yelena belova #dark!yelena belova x reader #security measures #dark!yelena #grey!yelena #scarlettwlw #widow au

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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For spicy Sunday, can we see some YMHSB or Like a Hurricane spice?

Let's introduce Like a Hurricane Anthony to the world this way, hey.

"You ever dress me in an outfit and realise it was a huge mistake?"

Anthony's voice wasn't anything but curious, as he stood in his dressing room, in nothing but his boxer briefs, entirely too tight, chest and upper body covered in ink, rippling with muscle as he stared down at the leather harness she'd handed him, seconds before.

Kate scoffed, pushing down the wave of heat that rippled through her at the sight of him, his longer hair falling in his eyes, the ring in his eyebrow glinting in the fluorescent light. "No. I have amazing taste."

She gestured to him impatiently to come closer, slipping the leather around his shoulders, her cheeks burning a little as she pulled the buckles tight around him.

"I'm responsible for what is now, a very recognisable style for you, thank you." Kate sighed, "And you don't even pay me anymore. Shame."

Anthony rolled his eyes, his hand darting out to close around her wrist, voice like rough velvet. "Oh I pay you plenty, Stitches."

It was insane that he still had this effect on her. that her heart still hammered in her chest, and her entire body felt warm and something deep in the pit of her stomach ached for him, even after more than a year after he'd looked her dead in the eye, standing on stage, clutching a puppy wearing earmuffs yelling into the microphone. Kate I'm so fucking in love with you, and I don't care how pathetic this makes me look I just want to make you happy for the rest of your life. So if you love me too, or fuck, if you even don't completely hate me just- She'd cut him off, sprinting across the stage her legs wrapped around his waist as their lips had met while the entire stadium had screamed.

Kate shook her head, despite fighting a smile as she looped the chain through the ring on his dog collar, then through the harness. "Cute. Very cute."

"And one of these days I'll buy you a diamond."

Her heart stuttered in her chest, her hand landing on his forearm, a needle and thread wrapped around his right wrist, inked there forever. "Sure you will. Not for an engagement ring though. I want a huge Sapphire." She let her fingernails drum against his skin for a second, their eyes catching together, heat burning between them before she cleared her throat. "Pants on, please."

Anthony grinned, darting down to kiss her quickly before he tugged the leather trousers off the rack behind him.

"Gold leather hey?"

"Yes. You look hot as fuck." Kate hummed dismissively as he pulled them up, the light smattering of hair on his chest catching her attention as it trailed down into his trousers, the laces of which were left hanging open.

"That's what I was talking about." Anthony was preening under her gaze, just like he always was, his hands running through his hair, muscles flexing. "Ever put me in an outfit and realise all you want to do is ask me to fuck you?"

Her stomach dropped, cheeks burning immediately as Anthony stepped towards her, looking up at her through his eyelashes her. voice cracking as she tried to scoff. "No."

"Really?" He was standing so close to her now, his hips pressing her against the edge of the dressing table, the heat of the lights around the mirror burning against her back. His lips were just inches from hers, the spicy smell of his cologne floating in the air around them, his eyes staring at her under the thick eyeliner, so handsome, so cocky and confident in who he was.

Kate watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips ghosting over hers quickly before moving to her ear, his tongue flicking over the shell of it.

"You've never dressed me and thought about how you'd ask me to fuck you?"

"No."

"I think that's a lie, Kate. Should I tell you why?"

Anthony's lips had started to trail down her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin, his tongue soothing in their wake.

"Oh enthral me, Anthony." It didn't come out right. Breathless instead of the sarcastic drawl she'd been shooting for, her eyes flicking closed at Anthony's chuckle vibrating through her chest.

"Every single look as somewhere for you to hold me."

"It-it doesn't."

Anthony's hand hand slipped between them, sliding up her thigh, nudging her legs apart, skimming up her legs.

"oh so you don't want to tug on this chain around my neck until i'm on my knees in front of you? Until you tug me under your skirt and my tongue's inside you?"

Kate couldn't breathe, Anthony's teeth nipping at her neck, a groan rising in his throat as his fingers slipped into her underwear, moving roughly over her.

"No."

"Really?" Anthony's free hand had caught hers, his eyes locked with hers before his lips claimed hers roughly, his fingers moving against her in time with his tongue against hers, his voice rough when he pulled back. "Because I want to get on my knees for you."

Kate groaned, her hips bucking against him, hands gripping his forearms, her shoulders heaving, "We- we don't have time. You start in a few minutes."

Anthony chuckled softly again, his lips moving roughly against hers for a second, his tongue flicking against the roof of her mouth his hips thrusting against his hand adding to the pressure between her legs before he stepped back, his hand removed forcing a whine from her chest at the loss of contact. He kept his eyes trained on hers as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

"I don't give a fuck."

He brought their linked hands to his lips, humming against her fingers before his tongue darted out, drawing her fingers into his mouth, sucking gently.

Kate's eyes rolled back in her head, her hips bucking forward towards him, Oh Fuck

Anthony moved closer, still sucking gently on her fingers for a long moment while he lay his head against her thing his hips grinding against the ground.

There was a satisfied smirk on his lips as he released her fingers, his eyes shining with a victory he already knew he'd one when he wrapped her hand around the chain at his neck.

"Tell me to get off my knees."

It was right there, the power that flickered and ebbed between them placed entirely in her hands, the option, the choice Tell me no and I won't. It burned between them always, the tension that flickered around them, that made up their relationship, passed so freely between them. Love and trust and a million other things, right there in his eyes, in the trace of his fingers over her thighs and and his lips following them, and right then and there she'd never wanted anything more.

"You can't get off your knees Anthony, You aren't done yet."

She gave the chain a sharp tug pulling Anthony easily forward, dropping it in favour of threading her hand through his hair as he groaned at the feel of it.

Anthony let out a growl, his hands tugging sharply at the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, moving closer until his teeth grazed at her hip bone, tugging her underwear down, and kate barely had a second to prepare before he ducked his head. Anthony's tongue moved against her in a flat, broad stroke that stole the air from her lungs, moving insistently forward, relentlessly until he was nestled right between her thighs, one of his hands creeping up her body to grope at her chest, pulling her shirt down until there was nothing in his way.

He was always so relentless, whenever they were together, his single minded determination focused to a single point: every ounce of his attention on her, until the entire world shattered under his hands. But this was truly something else. Anthony let out a noise that built slowly in his chest, a purr almost vibrating through her as the tension that had started the second he'd taken off his travel clothes when she'd stepped inside with his performance clothes built even further. Anthony's eyes fluttered closed at the taste of her his voice aching as he took a shuddering breath.

Fuck you taste so good. I'm going to go out there with the taste of you on my tongue

Kate's hips ground against him, the crowd above them screaming already for the concert that was about to start any second, his name audible even through all the concrete, but she couldn't focus on it, only on Anthony's tongue dipping into her, his eyes burning, his hands groping at her and

Fuck!

She shuddered against him as the world tilted on its access, her shoulders heaving, but Anthony wasn't done. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder tugging until it was draped over him, her legs spread obscenely wide and still he moved over her.

Kate felt her fingers tighten in his hair, desperate gasps and moans falling from her chest as he moved faster, more roughly, his fingers joining his tongue, pushing and pushing, sweat beading on his forehead, on hers, the sound outside instensifying

Again Kate. I want everyone to know that I'm on my knees like a little slut for you

It built so quickly it took Kate completely by surprise, the rough growl as her hand tugged at his hair when she fell over the edge, the legs snapping closed around his ears as her hips ground against Anthony's face and everything went still.

Anthony stood after several long moments, the sound of their laboured breathing filling the dressing room, his hands gentle as he redressed her.

"You okay?" His lips brushed hers as gently as his voice, the taste of her hanging between them.

Kate forced herself to nod, her shoulders still heaving. "Yeah, Um- yeah that was just- fuck that was so good."

Anthony hummed happily, nuzzling against her neck briefly, "For me too."

"You didn't even-"

"Anthony!" Sophie's sharp voice cut over Kate's from outside the door, Anthony's intro music already blaring. "You have 15 seconds to finish whatever is causing that unholy sound at get the fuck out here. You have a show."

Anthony chuckled, tugging Kate's hand to pull her down from the bench, swinging the door open, his hair a mess.

"Relax Soph. I'm done."

Sophie let out a sigh, her eyes flicking over him disgustedly before she spoke into her earpiece, "Cockhead's flying in, give us another 35."

Kate could still barely pay attention as they were whisked through the tunnel, Anthony nodding as people taped microphones to him, his fingers intertwined with hers right up until they were standing in the wings.

"Wish me luck?" He winked at her, leaving a quick kiss on her lips as someone handed him his guitar.

Kate sighed, ruffling his hair. "Knock em dead, Big Shot."

His smile was far too cocky as he started walking backwards, "Always."

The entire stadium erupted as they caught sight of him, His voice suddenly booming "Manchester! Hello! Now as always before we start, don't I look fucking good tonight?"

Kate rolled her eyes while the crowd cheered, Anthony grinning back at her as his fingers started strumming his guitar quickly, the intro to a song she knew too well blaring. "Let's give it up, for the woman this song's for: My future wife, Kate Sharmaaaaa!" And then, very quickly, "we aren't engaged, I'm just fucking sure that's my wifey, or I'm hers, or-I don't fucking care! Kate, I love you!"

And right there, with his cheeks still flushed and his hair a mess and his eyes shining at her in front of twenty thousand people, she's never felt it more.

#like a hurricane #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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sevarix-blogs · 5 months

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That's an interesting leash and harness setup you have on Molly in that video (very cute btw) and I was wondering if you'd be willing to show how it works or tell what it's called so I can look it up? I've never seen a leash like that and I'm curious about it.

oh certainly! yes, it's a special leash that is supposed to keep the dog from pulling! molly... well.... she is an extremely good girl... but you see she gets EXTREMELY excited for walkies. and so she pulls a lot 😅 this leash helps!

i got it from this site! https://2houndsdesign.com/

basically, the leash is attached in the front AND in the back at the same time. so if she pulls, it like, evens out the force a bit and keeps her from pulling as much.

here's a pic from their site that shows how it works:

the leash itself is special too, since it has attachments on both ends, and a sliding handle that sits in the middle. so if you get a harness from this company, i recommend getting a matching leash to go with it!

they have a ton of cool designs, but this is what molly has: harness, leash. i also got her a matching collar of this same design! (just so that it would match hehe)

#var's dog #asks

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durarara-brain-rot · 6 months

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Also if anyone wonders how much I love durarara, this is my dog Celty! She’s officially four years old since August!

(Yes her harness and collar have the yellow and blue of Celty’s helmet)

(Also she had puppies and the one that my little sister got is named shooter)

#durarara #drrr #durarara!!#drrr!!#Celty #anime #siberian husky #durarara!!x2

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sophiebernadotte · 1 year

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Everybody say hello to Queen Ana of Flufferton!

She landed here in Sweden on Tuesday & has now been living with me for a few days. Ana is a 7-year-old podenco & galgo español mix who spent the first couple of years as a hunting dog (hence the many scars) but one day she was just dumped at a dog rescue. No one knows why she was abandoned but she stayed there for a couple of years before she was moved to SOS Animals dog rescue in Malaga.

I spotted her on their website already in Dec. 2021 & fell in love with her immediately. She sounded like the perfect dog but I wasn't in a position to welcome her then. Then back in autumn 2022, I went on their website & she was still there! Despite having been up for adoption for over a year & half, no one had adopted her yet!

So I answered the questionnaire & had two interviews before it was decided that Ana was going to come live with me. I was a bit worried that maybe they would say no, seeing as I'm a university student & that I was clear that it's not until the beginning of 2023 that I could welcome her into my home. But I was accepted, all of the payments went through & then it was decided that Ana was gonna fly into Sweden with three other dogs from the dog rescue on Jan. 17.

Of course, as the time pessimist that I am, I ended up being at the airport almost two & half hours earlier than I needed 😂 Did some people-watching & managed to do some reading for uni but, most of the time was spent drinking coffee & nervously combing my hair (a bad habit of mine).

One of the dogs was really stressed out & aggressive, the other two were young little puppies & then we had Ana who was cool as a cucumber. Most likely wondering why we disturbed her during her nap! But yes, Ana was the first one allowed out from her cage. A little confused but calm & curious over where she had ended up.

As you can see, I had a leash, collar & harness with me. Of course in purple, seeing as that colour is associated with royalty & Ana is called a princess by everyone who has met her! But we decided to not switch collars or harness there at the airport. Apart from what she was wearing, she was also travelling with some more clothes - a gift from the dog rescue in Malaga seeing as she had been there for almost 2 years.

One of Ana's favourite things is to ride in the car but seeing as I don't have my driver's license yet, I booked "the dog taxi" to drive us from the airport back home (about a 40-45-minutes ride). The first few minutes were exciting & then she slept almost the whole way 😂 Now Ana is a lady of strong integrity, she loves humans & she loves humans' attention but she doesn't like other dogs. Well, if they're calm & stay out of her face, then dogs are okay. The cage is to make sure no accidents happen but it also makes her relax. I could have removed it during the ride but seeing as I was a complete stranger to her, she was in this new & weird environment (what's that white thing on the ground?), you know, all these impressions etc. I figured if she now relaxes more when wearing it, I'm just gonna let her wear it until we're home.

As you can see in the photo, one of the first things she did was test out my bed & I think it's safe to say it passed the test 😂 Though, we have now ended up in a situation where if I spend "too much" time at the office/living room or in the kitchen, Ana starts to cry & complain. So a mere part of the day is spent in the bedroom so she can keep an eye on me whilst also cosy up on my bed or in the dog bed.

Some photos are taken by me & some are from SOS Animals. If you want to learn more about podencos, galgos or the situation for those breeds in Spain, you can check out Galgos del Sol.

#queen ana of flufferton #galgo espanol #saga.txt

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buttered-baguette-writes · 9 months

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Europe Feels Like a Kiss

((Part 2))

A few days had passed, and Harry hadn't done much. He texted with the group Draco and Pansy introduced him to and called with Hermione and Ron, but otherwise, he didn't really socialise.

Looking for a bit of adventure, Harry decided to set out on the streets again in hopes of finding something fun along the way. He walked for a while, going past all the places and alleyways he had already explored in order to get to the unknown.

He eventually made his way past the restaurant he had gone to the other night with Pansy and Draco, then kept on going down the street. However, he didn't make it very far as a dog came barrelling down the cobblestones straight for him. It was most certainly still a puppy, but it was huge.

The wonders of Great Danes.

The dog was spotted and multi-coloured, and its front paws were quickly on Harry’s pants, just begging for attention. Its tail wagged so hard and fast that it became nothing but a blur.

“Well, hello there! And who are you?” Harry cooed at the ginormous puppy, hands scratching its body while also trying to grasp the collar so he could read it. “Luca’s Shelter huh? And how did you get out?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Harry? Oh, thank goodness!” Luca yelled out from across the street, looking puffed with a leash looped to his pants. He stayed where he was, putting a hand to his chest as he simply breathed.

Tugging softly at the dogs’ collar, Harry awkwardly pulled the dog across the street. It was a strong pup. The dog tugged away from him but towards Luca the closer they got to the other man. Harry offered a bright smile. “Hi.”

“I’m so happy to see you!” Luca said before quickly and quietly chastising the large puppy. The pup had bowled past him at the shop entrance when he went to take him for a walk. “Milo here is a troublemaker,” Luca added, finally clipping on the lead.

“Cute though.”

“Yeah,” Luca agreed.

“I can walk him back for you?” Harry suggested, wanting something to do. Besides, he had been meaning to see Luca’s shop.

Luca looked at him sceptically for a moment before Milo tugged towards something down the street. He quickly handed the leash to Harry, not ready to run again. “Please.”

Harry smiled. Taking the lead, he let out a short whistle, catching the dogs attention. “Come on,” he said energetically.

Milo trotted happily in front of Harry as the man walked next to Luca, making small talk.

By the time they made it back to the shop, Milo was one tired puppy. However, he would certainly be ready to play after a very short nap.

Harry spent the rest of his day at Luca’s store helping out, playing with cats and dogs, and getting to know the Italian man. Lottie dropped by, having forgot her lunch in their apartment upstairs.

Harry had had such a good time that he promised to come by and help out again. The kittens and Milo were his favourite.

On his venture to find a place for dinner, Harry came upon a fluffy gray cat that was in a harness and leash. His green eyes jumped to look at the owner who just happened to have a familiar head of blonde hair.

“Are you walking your cat?” Harry asked. Never had he heard of someone taking their cat for a walk.

“Yes,” Draco answered. “Altesse loves the attention.”

“Pardon? What was that name?”

Draco flushed slightly. He was a proud cat owner, but he never had to explain his cats name in English. He didn't know why he felt so silly about it in that moment. “Altesse, or, Son Altesse.” He answered, knowing the look on the other man’s face. “It means –”

“Her Highness?”

“How did you…”

“I have a translating spell,” Harry said sheepishly. He had wanted to learn the language but was struggling to pick it up on his own in the short time he had been there.

Draco just watched him as he bent down to greet Altesse. Draco heard him say something in French, amused when Her Highness sniffed his hand snootily before accepting a quick scratch between her ears.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked as he stood back up.

“Dinner. Haven't decided what yet.”

Harry perked up. “Can I join you? I’ve no idea where to go.”

Draco gave him a once over before agreeing, taking them to a fabulous restaurant a few streets over. They ordered their food to go – at Draco’s insistence – taking it back to the blonde's flat.

It was larger than Harry’s.

There was two bedrooms and a bathroom to one side. The kitchen was a decent size, a small island with stools. There was a couch against one wall and a shelf on the other. Large windows littered the entire apartment. There was a full balcony off the living space with a little table and two mismatching chairs.

It was very inviting.

Harry was there for a few hours. The conversation always flowing.

Harry talked about the time he spent as an Auror, the ministry not putting him through the proper training course. That experience had drained him so much. And the media made it worse, especially when he quit. Then, when he began setting up his charities, the press hounded him about his dating life.

“England went wild when they found out I got a tattoo,” Harry reminisced with a dry laugh. “Even muggle places weren’t safe.” He had booked the appointment under an alias at a muggle parlour, but someone found out anyway.

Draco took a sip of his wine, horrified by the media tales. “And I thought they were nice to saviours and such,” he said. His experience had, of course, been terrible, but they hadn't followed him everywhere.

“I wish…” Harry replied. He did miss home, but he needed to be away. At least for a little while. His eyes drifted to a photo of a young Draco and his mother. “How is your mum?” He asked.

Draco sighed.

Narcissa had insisted on staying in England, now in a small cottage on the outskirts of society. She had been pushed there, and so had Draco. But she was being as strong as she could. The blonde explained that he hadn't wanted to leave her at first, but there was nothing left for him back there. No motivation to get back into a society that didn't want him.

Then, he got a call from Pansy who begged him to go to Paris. The way she talked about her business actually inspired him to do something. So, he left.

“I’d most likely be moping and greying if she hadn’t called,” Draco said, half joking.

Harry agreed. While Draco introduced him to his friends, Pansy offered him work. “Does she do that a lot?”

Draco quirked a brow. “Do what?”

“Give people jobs?”

Finishing his glass of wine, Draco smiled fondly as he thought about his friend. “If you mean the likes of you and me, yes. She has a sixth sense almost,” he joked. However, the bespectacled man looked confused. “She picks up on those who have talent in her line of work, even if they don’t realise it.”

Harry found that fascinating. “Is that how she chooses most of her staff?”

“All of us,” Draco replied. “Even you.”

Harry went to say something, but before he could, a fluffy cat jumped on his lap and demanded attention.

“Altesse! Sorry, she normally doesn't do that,” Draco apologised.

“No worries,” Harry waved it off, hands petting the cat lovingly. “You’re cute so you know you can get away with it,” he mumbled to the cat who flicked her ear in approval.

Since Harry didn't mind, Draco didn't either. He grabbed the bottle from the table, pouring himself some more wine. He titled it towards Harry’s glass in question, pouring when the man nodded.

“Do you have pets?” Draco asked, amused by the way his cat and Potter were playing.

“No,” Harry said almost sadly. “But the animals at Luca’s shelter are wonderful.”

“So, you’d adopt?”

“Definitely.” Harry looked back up at the blonde grinning. “I’d need a bigger place though.”

Harry spent the next day lounging about his apartment. He was lucky enough to have a tub in the bathroom, so he figured he’d make the best of it. He lit one of those candles he bought the other day and sunk into the warm water. His hair was tied up, glasses sitting on the vanity.

He almost fell asleep in there.

When he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and nothing more. He quickly regretted that as the breeze that swept through his apartment was chilly on his skin.

With a sigh, he realised he would have to go shopping. He did bring clothes with him, but he also knew the weather in France was different than England. Besides, he figured he might try to dress more like a Parisian. Something different, something fun. Yet another thing to separate him from the stress back in England.

Putting on a shirt and pants, Harry plopped down onto his couch. Before he could do anything, his phone buzzed on the side table. Curious, he picked it up.

From: Draco Malfoy

Drinks is on Wed. this week.

If you wanted to come.

The tips of Harry’s lips lifted. He had been wondering if they had drinks on the same night every week after finding out just how busy Pansy was. He assumed the others were also super busy, seeing as they all owned their own businesses.

Harry quickly typed out his reply.

-- Love to. Should I bring something?

From: Draco Malfoy

More pastries. Pansy’s request.

Harry sent back a smiley face. Tossing his phone back onto the side table, he got comfy on the sofa. After a while, he drifted off to sleep as the sun changed direction and filled his apartment with warmth.

Wednesday… he had two days until then.

Those two days were uneventful. He went back to that rooftop café he found, happy that the workers remembered him. That time, his request for a tea did not throw them off.

Around midday, he stopped by his favourite bakery and got a bag of sweets. He didn't know half the stuff he was ordering, but it all looked fantastic. As long as it wasn't some weird combination like mushrooms and caramel, he was happy.

He made sure to keep the bag out of the sun as he wasted his afternoon away.

Once night began to fall, he locked up his apartment and apparated to Pansy’s. He arrived earlier than the week prior but was not surprised to see that most were already there. As he was led up the stairs, he found Elle, Camile and Draco lounging on the couches, wine glasses already in their hands.

“Bonsoir Harry,” Elle greeted him. She rose from the couch to give him a kiss on the cheek before moving on to Pansy. The latter had hurried to the kitchen to stash the pastries. Putting her glass down, Elle crept up behind Pansy, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Ma chérie, are you not going to share?”

Harry looked away. Maybe too quickly. But seeing that interaction had reminded him of his singleness and how most of his attempts at a relationship had ended on not-so good terms. Apart from Ginny, of course.

He plopped himself down next to Malfoy without thinking about it.

The blonde didn't seem to mind. Instead, he raised a brow at his friend who was sitting on the other couch.

Camile was giving him a look that meant she wanted to know something. “So, Draco,” she started, sipping her wine. The red on her lips left nothing behind on the glass. “What happened to that kitchen hand boy?” One of her brows quirked as she smiled.

Malfoy flushed brightly. He cleared his throat before he spoke, resisting the urge to down the rest of his wine. Not only did he not want to talk about that man, but for some reason, the idea of Potter hearing it made it all the worse. “Nothing.”

“Oh, so you dropped him? Shame, he was young and fit,” Camile teased.

“He was only two years younger!” Draco protested. It wasn't as if he was trying to date someone just out of school. No, he was more respectable than that.

Pansy suddenly appeared with more wine bottles and glasses. She complained about how Draco had complained about the kitchen hand, talking about it on their lunch breaks. On the bright side, the man had decided to move to a different restaurant – which was good news for Elle as the man was helping her competitor.

Harry was confused as the woman started joking about how Malfoy shouldn't be one to complain.

Their smiles turned almost evil as dread hit Draco hard.

“You mean, you don’t know about Mr. Pamper Prince here?” Camile asked.

Malfoy stopped the conversation right there. He begged his friends to change the topic. He already had them poking fun at his beauty routine, he didn't feel like adding Potter to the mix.

Thankfully, Lottie and Luca arrived just in time. However, the latter was a bit down.

Luca didn't chat much as the gathering officially started and the others were getting worried. He was usually the hyper one, even after spending all day with the animals at his shelter.

Luca sighed when asked what was wrong. “Milo had people interested, but they thought he was too hyper.” It was true that the Great Dane was a bit on the energetic side, but that shouldn't stop him from going to a nice home. “He's only six months! No where near the end of the puppy stage.” His eyes shot up to look at Potter. “He missed you today, I think,” Luca said.

Harry tilted his head slightly, hair tumbling with the movement. “Really?”

Luca nodded and said with a small laugh, “You can keep up with him better.”

Beside Potter, Malfoy looked mortified at the idea of having such a large dog. Maybe he’d come around one day, but that was a hard maybe.

The night continued. Eventually, everyone was lively and enjoying the wine. At some point, Pansy did retrieve the pastries from the kitchen and offered them to her friends.

The group talked about random things, tried to get to know Harry a bit more, and failed to create a spontaneous group outing. Everyone kept saying they were busy or that they needed to check their calendars.

Fed up, Pansy went and got a spare calendar from downstairs. She began by scribbling down her and Draco’s schedule for the rest of the week. Muttering something under her breath, the paper duplicated itself. Everyone watched on curiously as she wrote something on one of the calendars. Seconds later, it appeared on the duplicate.

Satisfied, Pansy leant back. She repeated those muttered words and created five more copies of the calendar. Holding the pen tighter, she concentrated hard and the entries for her and Draco changed colours.

“There,” she said, happy with her work. “Now we can plan easier.”

The others stared at her, impressed. Even a bit tipsy she knew how to do something complicated.

Harry counted the number of calendars she did, unable to keep the smile that spread on his lips. There was enough for all seven of them. His heart did a funny thing at the thought that he was already a member of their friend group, considering how close they all seemed.

“Welcome to the club,” Draco said. He was smiling when Harry looked over at him. “No leaving now,” he joked.

If Pansy wasn't sitting on the other couch, she would have hit his arm.

The next day, Harry watched in awe and horror as his calendar began to fill itself in.

Pansy was the busiest in the group. She had meetings after meetings, run throughs, networking events, the different stores… The list felt endless. Then again, it was her business that she started from scratch. Not only was she the boss, but she was still head creator for new designs and such. A businesswoman of many talents.

Elle was the second busiest. She was manager and owner at her current two restaurants as well as being head chef at them both whenever she stepped into the kitchen. She was much like Pansy – doing everything in order to do it right. She was looking for a third location, feeling confident.

Camile was surprisingly the next. Her plant nursery was doing well but she was also involved with local universities and researchers of all kinds. People looking to make discoveries or cures. She was often in meetings or helping a potions expert brew something new or trying to make a specific plant grow.

Luca had a normal enough working week. Though his hours were much longer. He put most of his energy into keeping his shelter running and didn't have a lot of employees – less than what others would recommend, but they were good. His days could be flexible if he really needed them to be. Every now and then, a charity event would be sprinkled in.

Draco was somewhat busy, but certainly not the worst. Currently, his number of shoots were minimal as P. Parks Fashion was putting together their next season. His next few months involved test running outfits and sitting in on certain meetings to give his stylistic input.

Lottie didn't have a clear schedule. She would simply block out time periods or entire days where she was unavailable. Nobody had a clue what she did. Well, apart from the few times she'll be requested by a school or hospital and entertain kids who really need a cheer up.

And then there was Harry. The only reason he knew what his colour was on the calendar was because Pansy added a legend to the side.

He knew he shouldn't feel bad about it. He was there to relax, unwind, find himself – he didn't need a job. But if he happened upon one, he wouldn't decline.

As he turned away from the almost frightful thing on his wall, his phone went off.

“Hi Pansy,” he greeted.

“Bonjour Harry! I'd love if you came by this afternoon,” Pansy said. There was faint yelling in the background interrupted by a yelp as Pansy’s pen became lodged in the wall between the people. With a breath, she kept speaking. “If you’re interested in the business and also to see one of our camera’s here.”

“Sure.”

“Great, see you at four.”

She left no room for debate and as Harry tossed his phone aside to charge, he realised a small detail. Pansy would be in a meeting.

Lucky for Harry, the Slytherin had also called up her favourite blonde and asked him to come in to help.

Draco kindly explained what Pansy was wanting to do, but Harry wasn't taking in the words. His eyes caught sight of white and yellow trailing up the blonde’s arm as he folded up his sleeve.

“Is that a tattoo?” Harry asked, accidently cutting the other man off. The ink looked immaculate against the fair skin. It almost made him want to reach out and trace it.

Draco startled but quickly recollected himself. “Yes,” he said with a smile. “Daffodils – also known as Narcissus.”

“When did you get it done?”

Draco hummed. “The day I came to France. I was tired of seeing that horrid mark and already missed mother dearly,” he said.

For a moment, Harry had forgotten about the dark mark that had been etched onto Malfoy’s skin. The mark that represented ruin in both their lives. Now, he thought the flowers were a far better choice – quite pretty too. A thrill ran up his spine at the idea of getting another tattoo himself.

“Do you have anymore?” Harry asked. He may have hoped to have a tattoo buddy after this, but he was just excited someone else actually had one. None of his friends dared to get them and the only Weasley to have one was Charlie.

“No,” Draco replied. He could clearly see the sudden energy in Potter’s eyes at the mention of the ink. He had stalked the other in 6th year – knowing what those green eyes lighting up meant was a given. Remembering something, Draco grew curious. “How many do you have?”

“Four.” Harry grinned at him.

Against his dark skin was a perfect, singular lily flower right over his heart. It was fairly large and took up most of his pec. On his left shoulder blade was the upper half of a proud stag. It trailed down the side of his back as the fur lines faded. Both were highly detailed and almost life like. On his left shoulder was his smallest and simplest tattoo. It was a filled in dog paw that had the moon and a star above it.

Harry’s last tattoo was of a snitch. It sat curled up on his upper, outer right thigh. “This one was done at a magic parlour.”

“I didn’t know those existed,” Malfoy said. The idea of getting a charmed tattoo intrigued him, but he'd no idea of what to get.

“They’re great,” Harry said. “The snitch can unfurl and moves about.”

“Oh.” Malfoy stared off into the distance, distracted by a thought. Though that was quickly ripped away as he saw friend making her way towards him, heels silent.

Pansy slung her arm around Potter, startling the poor man. She started teasing them that it took forty minutes to discuss what they were supposed to be doing. She got an eyeroll from Malfoy and an apologetic smile from Potter.

“Sorry, I got excited and started talking about tattoos,” Harry explained.

Pansy looked between them and smiled. “I’ll allow it… this time.”

After that, she put them both to work.

Draco was given a long coat that he had to make work with his outfit and accessible accessories. He was to pose and do what he thought might work for a potential photoshoot.

Potter was finally given a camera. Pansy stood next to him as he figured out buttons, lenses, scales, and such. Then it was about him trying to find a good angle even if he thought the pose Draco was in was awkward.

Pansy wanted to see what he could do.

After a while, she stood back and just watched the two work together. Instead of asking her, Potter would ask Draco if he thought an idea might work and the blonde was happy to help. It was fun to watch.

The longer Draco posed, the more relaxed he got, the quieter Potter became and his frown less prominent.

“Alright,” Pansy said with a clap and a smile. She heard the faint click of the camera as Potter took one last photo. She would love to see that one. “C’mon,” she beckoned them both over to a computer booth, connecting the camera.

The photos started off not so great. Even so, if Pansy thought the pose was good, she hit print. Then the pictures started getting better, making even poses she usually didn't like look good. There was a lot there. Some were just pictures of the light instead of Draco.

And then she got to the last one and she smiled. It was a mid-motion shot. Draco was running a hand through his hair with his eyes closed, right after she had called time. He was about to take a step and his tattoos were poking through the coat sleeve slightly, the most colourful thing in the entire shot.

Pansy hit print.

Waving a hand, she told Draco to go get Potter dressed in something different before turning back to the computer to save the images off the camera. Brain ticking away, she created a folder and put some of the better ones in there as well as the last one. With quick hands, she shared the folder with Potter before shutting down the computer.

They had a dinner to get to after all.

Part 1 // Part 3

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#europe feels like a kiss #fanfic #drarry #draco x harry #we don't follow canon in this house #they live in france #pansy is a lesbian and in love with an oc

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yuulina-vre · 2 years

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Therapy - Two

Pairing: Steve x Bucky, Platonic Stucky

Summary: When Bucky returned from his service, there were many things different about him. An arm less, metal baggage more. What stays is his loving husband that tries to help him through life again and images he'd rather forget

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.6k

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The morning starts as every ordinary one. She gets up, cleans herself, and gets dressed in her favorite pair of jeans and a shirt. She puts her hair up into a ponytail before she walks out of her room and down to the cafeteria. The food's not that great but better than nothing. Besides, she's way too lazy to attempt to make her own breakfast. But still, how do you manage to mess up buns? After breakfast, she makes her way to the cages, where the dogs sleep at night, to tidy up a bit. Some of her furry fellas are just like children, scattering their toys through the whole room, not bothering to clean them up. Why bother? There's always a human who does that.

Two of her friends are still in their cages, happily wagging their tales as she approaches. "Hey, hello. Good morning to you too." She laughs as one puppy licks her face happily. Her hands stroke wildly over the soft black fur. The other puppy whines, demanding some attention as well. "Alright, alright. Do you two want to go for a walk? Yes?" She smiles at the happy barking and walks away to get the collars and leashes from the spare room. "Remember. Stay close to me, and don't run off."

"Hello, Y/N." a young girl greets her as she leaves the shelter, and Y/N waves at her. "Still talking to them as if it were kids?"

"They are, and I'm sure they understand very well what I want. They just don't care." Y/N grins at the girl, waves her goodbye, and takes her two puppies out for their morning walk and first training session of the day. The walk lasts almost an hour, maybe a little more since she throws some playtime in, but all in all, she's satisfied. Both of her friends behaved pretty well today.

Back at the facility, she sends the puppies to the play area outside before she occupies herself with three hours of training. She grabs some of the new puppies and tires just to show them the fundamental trick like sit, stay, and so on. She's just about to teach a small Golden Retriever how to lay down on command as a voice call over to her. "Y/N! Can you come to my office?" Turning around, she sees Greta waving from her window with a bright smile, her pink shirt reflecting in the sun, getting even brighter, and baths her surroundings in a faint pink hue. Greta's always one for bright colors, and Y/N likes that. It always gives people some hope or makes them a bit happier, even if it's unconsciously. You couldn't lose the woman even if you tried. Smiling to herself, she turns back to the tiny puppies. "Come on, Scarlet, let's get you to the others. You did very well today. You too, Layla. Yes, Charlie. You as well." She coos at the small dogs and leads them away to the playpen in a secluded corner of the garden, where some other puppies are already toppling over each other. She gives them a treat before letting them go, hanging their harnesses back into the spare room on her way inside. In front of Greta's office, she knocks but doesn't wait for a reply. She knows Greta long enough to know that she doesn't have any people in there around this time. Great's first appointments only start around twelve because she likes to read through the information she got beforehand and prepare herself as best as she can to provide the best help possible. "Hey, what's up?" Smiling, she walks in, patting Bruno, the old Bernese that hangs out with Greta from time to time, before she flops into one of the chairs in front of her desk. Bruno follows her but drops to the floor next to the chair. Y/N makes a small effort to lean a bit more to her right so that her hand still touches his head a little. She continues with small motions through his soft fur and listens to the sound of a tail happily flopping against the floor. "Y/N. I think we found a match." Greta smiles at her, looking all giddy. A cold rush runs over her back, and Y/N has to swallow. "W-what do you mean?"

"We have a veteran coming in later today. His husband called, and from what he said, you could be the perfect match. He seems a bit grumpy, but all the triggers suit your training perfectly. I want to introduce you before lunch." Greta keeps on smiling, though for Y/N, her world shift drastically. "So, what you're saying is- This might be my last day?"

"It might, yes. Though I don't think he'll take you home right away. I have the feeling this one needs a little more speaking to." Greta doesn't see Y/N's utter shock. And she understands. Usually, this is a happy matter. Something you are happy about, but for Y/N, it's different. For a very good reason. The thing is, she isn't just a human. She's a shifter. A human that's able to shift into an animal. The animal lives inside her like a second person in one body. When she's human, her inner animal is somewhere in the back of her mind; if she's an animal, it's her human that's in the back. Luckily, they get along just fine. Some people don't get along with their inner animal. When Y/N shifts, she's a dog and a dog only. It's not like the stories where a shifter can be whatever he wants, no. You only get one animal, but no one knows who chooses which one it will be. Her mother is a dog, her uncle is a cat, and her aunt is a ferret. It seems like there's no pattern.

It isn't easy to be a shifter in a society where no one knows they exist. There are two ways you can live. Way one: You abandon and suppress your own need to shift. You find a regular job and a spouse and leave your dream of ever having a family because explaining being a shifter might be too complex and drive your loved one away. Also, it might look strange if you suddenly have a litter of cats in the living room where your kids played seconds ago.

Way two: You find a job in a facility created for shifters. There are several; some assign themselves for police duty or war; others are rescue animals or, like Y/N, get trained to be a therapy animal. You get comfy in these facilities and live through your training with the knowledge that you will probably never be able to shift to a human being again and live as an animal. This would also end in never seeing your real family anymore.

None of these ways are fair for them, but there isn't much of a choice if you don't want to be the freak of your village or to be killed by people denying you the right to be alive. Sure, not everybody's that cruel. Greta's a great example of that. There are humans, normal people, that don't freak when they learn about shifters and living with them, even loving one. People who aren't disgusted or afraid of the knowledge. But those are far and few, and the stories are even fewer. So, most shifters reside in either way one or two. Y/N chose way two. She doesn't have much of a family left. There's only her mother, and she has decided to be trained as a therapy dog for kids in a hospital. Y/N hasn't seen her since she turned twenty-one and stepped into her own training. Besides, she wants to have a family one day, but if it means abandoning her inner dog then it's not worth it. That's how she finds herself working at a facility that trains shifters to be service animals, primarily for veterans. This way, she can help people, and if she gets lucky and her human leaves the house without her, she can change to be human for a few hours. And even more so, she might get lucky and find one of those rare persons who like having a shifter around. You can always dream.

But still, it comes rather sudden. She doesn't feel fully prepared and still hasn't done all the things she swore she wanted to do before being fully employed. "Well, I think there's no out then." It's a lame joke, but Greta laughs, reaching over to pat her hand. "Give him a chance, dear. You might be surprised."

"Sure." She mutters under her breath, silently preparing herself for this day to be the last one in freedom or one of the many rejections she got so far.

Y/N is running around with some of her friends, tolling and chasing each other. Not all dogs are shifters, but her inner dog doesn't mind that much, and Y/N doesn't, either. She's just tackled to the ground with playful barks from her friend as a whistle followed by her name sounds over to them. Y/N's head instantly perks up, directed to where she sees Greta standing. She wriggles away from her friend, who looks a bit heartbroken that she dares to leave him at their fun time, but Y/N's on duty now. With a short bark, she runs up to Great, dutifully stopping in front of her and sitting down with a slowly wagging tail. Her tongue lolls out in a happy grin, as happy as a dog can look at least. "This is Y/N." Greta motions to her, stroking her head tenderly with adoration in her eyes. "She's here the longest. Since she was just a little pup, she's our best-behaved dog around." Y/N looks next to Greta, noticing a brunette and blonde man. Both are very well built, and she could picture herself flirting with them under other circumstances and maybe in another life. Sadly, that's not an option she has in her life. At least not for now.

The brunette man looks down at her, and Y/N notices his steel-blue eyes. They shine with a sheen of sadness and annoyance, which doesn't make them less beautiful. It looks like he was near tears at some point since they are a bit red. She wonders briefly if he's even up to a dog. He certainly doesn't look like a dog person. Or as if he wants to be here at all. His hands stay firmly put in his jacket pockets, eyes never wavering from her. Y/N makes it her duty to stare right back, trying to find the slightest crack in his facade. No one can resist the charm of a dog. Though, it seems this man could be the first one. However, the other man is the total opposite. As soon as she came over, he started shifting and grinning, clearly happy about her and itching to pat her. "Hello, Y/N." He crouches down and holds out his hand for her to sniff. For a second, she's tempted to ignore him, but apparently, he has the same charm a puppy has and is hard to resist. So, she humors him and finds his smell surprisingly pleasant. It's some kind of woodsy, mixed with his aftershave. It makes her tingle with a warm feeling. She licks his palm with a happy tail wag and scoots a bit closer to make it easier for the blonde to pat her. He's instantly all in, using both hands up and down her body. Y/N finds herself overthrown with pleasure, panting in happiness. It only takes a few seconds to flop to her back and beg for belly rubs which the blonde eagerly supplies. She loves belly rubs. "Aren't you a cute one?"

"She is. She's one of our cuddliest, too. I think she would be well suited to guide you through the day." Greta agrees quickly, still smiling before she turns entirely to the brunette. "I noticed that you're a bit apprehensive about getting a dog. I mean, you voiced it very clearly, too. We also have cats around, but from what you described, I think Y/N here would be the best match. You don't have to decide just yet." She smiles kindly at the brunette, but Y/N sees that he's not responding. At least he's blinking now. "I would offer you the chance to come by every day the following week to get to know her better, take her on walks and play with her. Then you can decide. I can show you other dogs as well if you like more options. If you do decide to try with her, I have some more information we can discuss later on." Through all the pleasure, she still manages to gaze at the other man. He looks pretty uncomfortable, more of the silent type too. He just shakes his head and watches the blonde providing her with strokes. So, he's the one Greta has assigned to her. Grumpy was an understatement. With a heavy heart, she rolls around, away from the pleasure provided to sit back up. She ignores the blonde's small sad 'aw' and steps up to the brunette. Sniffing him for a few seconds, she finds he inhabits the same smell as the blonde's aftershave. Right, they're husbands. But there's something else mixed into it. Like earth and metal. Hard to determine. The brunette still refuses to touch her, so Y/N's set on taking matters in hand. Even if he doesn't choose her, she will crack this stubborn bastard and make him pat her. So, in a swift move, she changes her weight on her back legs, front paws against the brunette's chest to sniff him further. She manages a tiny lick to his jaw before Greta takes her collar and pulls her away. "Y/N! Your manners! No jumping." Whimpering in understanding, she sits back down, still staring at the brunette. Greta shakes her head with a sigh, directing a kind and apologetic smile at the tall man. "She's probably trying to get you to pet her. She thinks no one can resist her charm."

"Charm she has." The blonde laughs, hand on his chest while the other claps the brunette on his shoulder. To confirm it, Y/N lets out a happy bark; eyes still fixed on the brunette man. He is still watching her, though Y/N's not sure if it's a good or bad sign. She carefully shuffles forward again, pressing herself against his leg, and carefully licks his wrist. She feels the fingers twitch in their hideout, and his body tense. For a second, she's not sure if he will flinch away from her, but her worries are blown away as his fingers softly glide over her head. The touch is almost not noticeable, but he does it. Her tail goes crazy then, happily thumbing and swishing against the floor. And maybe she sits up an inch straighter to feel the pressure of his hand. "What do you say, Buck?"

"I-I…" The man stutters for a moment, still tense and petting her. He doesn't seem that sure about getting a dog or about her particularly, but then he nods. "W-we can try." It's more of a whisper, but Greta hears him nonetheless. "Wonderful." She claps her hands and gives a hand motion for Y/N that indicates her to stay at the man's feet at all times for now. She does stay close to the brunette, careful not to press too much on his leg but be close enough that he knows she's there. They walk back through the hallways and into Greta's office, where Y/N happily sits beside the brunette, though she does squeeze herself between the chairs the men sit in. It earns her a raised eyebrow from Greta and a chuckle from the blonde, whose hand instantly finds its way into her fur once again. "Why's she here so long?" The question is silent and a bit surprising. The brunette hasn't uttered more than a sentence before. He seems concerned that Y/N's a grown dog and has been here for a long time. Greta clears her throat and waves Y/N over to a door. She knows what's happening now, having done that more times than she cares to count. That is the reason why she's still here. It's the only thing she ever asked of Greta. "Y/N is special. You might have heard of it before. It's not that common and most people don't like the idea, find it creepy or… disgusting." Greta looks over to Y/N, who's sitting by a slightly ajar door. The older woman nods, and Y/N vanishes behind it, still listening to Great's words. "Have you ever heard of shifters?"

"Shifters?" That's the blonde's voice. "I have." The brunette confirms though his voice doesn't show any sign of how he thinks about it. Does he like it? Does he find it weird? "Well, Y/N is a shifter. Normally shifters that get here are introduced as whichever animal is theirs. Not more or less. They have chosen this path, though I admit they don't have much choice. Usually, it goes well with the human they get assigned to. They do have a chance to decide if they want to go with them or not. Y/N's a bit different. She asked for one favor of me, which is introducing her as a shifter, which entails introducing her not only as a dog but as a human. Y/N, come on in." That's Y/N's cue; she quickly shifts and puts on whatever clothes Greta had laid out for her before carefully peeking through the door and walking out. Both men seem confused but curious; the blonde has a faint blush on his cheeks.

For a moment, Y/N's thoughts cross the bridge that always ends badly. He is embarrassed, getting aware he just patted a girl and cooed at her, though she was in dog form. "Hello." Y/N nods politely, walking over to Greta and pulling a small stool from under the table to sit beside her friend. "You see, most people don't take Y/N with them because they find it embarrassing, gross, you name it. But Y/N is very hard working, never asking for anything and caring for herself and the human that will choose her in the end. She's not less a therapy dog as any other and just as much human as you and me." Y/N nods to confirm it and chimes in. "I'll do my work as asked, and before you get all embarrassed," she looks at the blonde with a small genuine smile. "When I'm a dog, I have the instinct of a dog. I like being patted, and love belly rubs. I have my consciousness in the back of my mind for when I know when to shift and so on, but... It's like two persons in one body." The blonde nods, but his blush remains. Y/N gifts him another smile before she directs her gaze to the brunette. He doesn't show any emotion, and Y/N is left asking herself if he's feeling overwhelmed. "I do have one favor to ask, though, in case you might try with me." Her eyes stay on the brunette man that now eyes her curiously. "I like to be human, too. I don't mind being a dog all day, though I would like to be human at night if you don't mind. I want to stroll around a bit and do just things humans do." She shrugs and smiles a bit, feeling ridiculous to explain it.

Even more so since the blonde's still blushing and the brunette continues staring. "Should you need me at night, I'm not against shifting, but I don't want to give up my human side."

"Wait. Giving up your human side?" She nods. "You see, shifters have a few choices, though they aren't much. We can either work in a facility that trains and sells animals, like this one, as a therapy animals. However, that means giving up on living a human life since most people aren't… fond of us. It's just because almost no one knows we exist. The second option is just reversed. We can find a job, a guy or girl to be together and get a family with, though it might be hard to explain when the kids suddenly run around as pups. That would entail giving up on your inner animal. There is another one, but this one is not realistic. Hence why I'm still here." The brunette - Buck? - lays his head at an angle. He looks confused, and… is that anger? "What's that option." Y/N's eyes switch to Greta, who nods encouragingly. "It would be the preferable one for me. Managing to have my job as a therapy dog while also being able to live a human life whenever I want." She stares for a moment into the blue eyes of the brunette man, not knowing what else to say or to do. It does feel awkward as the silence fills the room. No one says something. It makes Y/N feel like another failed attempt at finding a permanent home. However, she would be okay with living here and training the tiny pups. She's startled from her thoughts as a voice breaks the silence. "I'd like to try."

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senseisyfr · 8 months

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The Submissive Dog Always Loyal To Her Mistress

Dance : "Mmh... I feel so tired... why..? I hear someone walking... Raah what is this dream seriously..?! Damn why I feel like my body is hurting..??!! I'm too tired, too much tired...!!!"

Shibuya : Open your eyes, Dance !!

Dance : "Sounds like I'm not dreaming... should I speak maybe ?"

Shibuya : Ho wake up you damn bitch !!!!! (throwing a bucket of water on her) You goddamn shit !!!!!! (Throwing the empty bucket on her face)

Dance : WAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!! S..Shibuya-san ???!!! Why..EH ????!!!! (looking at herself, noticing she was totally naked, tied up against a wall in Shibuya's living room) W-WHAT IS THIS ?????

Shibuya was all in black, wearing a bra, sexy thong, a harness and thigh high boots. All of this with her fuckin sexiest makeup and her nails perfectly done. Godness.

Shibuya : (smiling) I can play fully with you.... (getting close to her face, whispering) slave.

Dance : (blushing, heart racing, thinking) "OMGGG she called me, I'm so weeet !!!!! Shibuya-saaaan..!!!!!" P-Play with me, r-really ???

Shibuya : Shut up idiot !!! (whispering) I'm the one who's talking here, you're my little shitty slave so know your position... got it....? (Biting Dance's lip)

Dance : Y..Yes, Shibuya-san !!!! AHH..!!!

Shibuya : (who covered Dance's mouth, smiling) That's my girl.... You're a good slave.... (still covering her mouth, pinching her nipples)

Dance : AIIE..!!!!

Shibuya : (slapping her butt) You like it huh...? (Spat on her face) Bitch !!

Dance : (jumping) OHH..!!!! P..Please..!!! Shibuya-san..!!

Shibuya : MISTRESS !!!!!

Dance : S-SORRY..!!! Mistress, please !!!!

Shibuya : You gonna cum for me bitch ???!!! (Putting brutally 2 fingers inside Dance's vagina)

Dance : (panting) Y..YES MISTRESS..!!!! I wanna cum..!!!!

Shibuya : (thrusting her fastly) Louder !!!!!! Lazy shit !!!!!

Dance : (hardly holding back, eyes closed) I... I..!!! AAHHH..!!!!

Shibuya : (smiling) Your pussy is so wet you little bitch !!! (Slapping her while thrusting her) You're about to cum huh ???!!!

Dance : Sh..Shibuya-saan..!!!

Shibuya : (thrusting her faster) Who's the Queen ????!!!! WHO'S THE QUEEN HERE GODDAMMIT ????!!!!

Dance : It's... AAHHH..!!!! It's... you...

Shibuya : I can't hear you !!!! Repeat !!!!! HURRY !!!!!!

Dance : It's you... Shibuya-san..!!!!! AAAAHHHHH !!!!! You're the Queen..!!! (Feeling Shibuya's fingers giving more sttuterings) You're... the... Queen... OOOOOOOHHHHHHH !!!!!!!! YES..!!!!!! OOHHH YES !!!!!!!! (Jumping all along) YES..!!!!!! AAHHH !!!!! AAHHH !!!!!! AAAHHHH !!!!!!! MISTRESS !!!!!!!!! (Giving a powerful orgasm) SHIBUYA-SAAAAAAN..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (putting 2 fingers into Dance's mouth with the other hand) Suck bitch !!!!!!!!! (Sticking her fingers deeper)

Dance : (agonizing of pleasure, cumming a lot) MMMMM..!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (smiled) That's my dog !!! Go on !!!! Cum for your Mistress !!!!!!

Dance tried to give it all, drained, but stopped. Which made Shibuya furious, not feeling satisfied enough as it was too short.

Shibuya : Ho that's all you got ????!!!! Keep going you piece of shit !!!!!!!!! You hear ??????!!!!!! (Slapping hard her butt) Don't stop dammit !!!!!!!!!!

Dance : AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Good shit, you're a good shit huh ????!!!!

Dance was shaking, out of breath. Shibuya kissed her before untiying her. She put a leash on her collar.

Shibuya : Get on all fours !!! Obey, dog !!!!

Dance : (playing the dog, as Shibuya was walking her) WOF !!!! WOF WOF !!!!!

Shibuya : That's good. (Holding a sex toy, showing it to her) Lick it !!

Dance executed, while looking at Shibuya full of desire.

Shibuya : (throwing the sextoy away) Go get it.

Dance quickly ran, rushing to the toy and bringing it back to her master, happy, barking.

Dance : WOF !!!!

Shibuya : Too slow. Again ! (Throwing far away the toy)

Dance : (bringing fastly the toy to her Mistress again, excited) WOF WOF !!!!!

Shibuya : More, more in heat like a good damn bitch !!!!!!! (Throwing the toy again)

She did it 3 times more, Dance sweating hard, drooling like a sexual beast, moaning. The girl was exhausted with everything Shibuya did to her earlier, that her heart couldn't take it, but she was cumming a lot. So in heat !

Dance : (breathing hard, too much exhausted, looking at Shibuya with a sad but cute puppy face, trying to make her understand that she was almost at the end of her life with all the sexual session) Woooof..!! (Barking sadly) Woooooof !!!! Woowwooooooof !!!!!!!!! (She fell, poor girl)

Shibuya : (taking her ball crop) That's a good dog. Be on all fours, turn around !!! Ass up !!!!

Dance obeyed. She felt Shibuya hitting hard her ass 3 times with the sextoy before feeling it inside, Shibuya thrusting her with it.

Dance : AAAHHHH..AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Shut up !!!!!!!!!! Shake your ass !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Faster !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance went back and forth, as fast as she could, panting, her ass getting wet, keeping her chins up while Shibuya was pulling on her leash. She moaned louder. Her nipples shot up, giving a whole erotic scene as Dance was hitting climax all along the smacks.

Shibuya : That's it, good girl ! I fuck you how I want you dog !! (Smacking hard Dance's ass with her ball crop, pulling hard on her leash) You hear ???!!!

Dance : (eyes closed) YESS..!!!!! OOOHHHH !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : I rape you where I want and when I want, bitch !!!!!!!!

Dance : YEEESS !!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : You must be prepared everytime while you're begging for help !!!!!!!!!

Dance : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : You're prisoner slave !!!!!!!!!!

Dance : YEEEEESSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance continuously screamed to the 100 hard strokes Shibuya gave her, her screams of pain and pleasure resonating to the outside.

Shibuya : (kicking her ass !) Piece of shit !!!!!!!!!!!

Dance : (crying, in pain) Shibuya-saan..!!!!!!!! Please !!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (kicking her relentlessly) You damn fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance : Pleeeaaaaase !!!!!!!!!!!!! (She enjoyed it though it was extremely painful as she was bleeding a bit, her ass was so sore and so red)

Shibuya : Look at all those good bruises all over your body.... isn't it beautiful ?

Dance : Yes Mistress, I like it..!!!!! (Shibuya grabbed her ass, spitting in it) AAHHH !!!!!!

Shibuya : What ????!!!! What's the fuck you like exactly !!!!!!!!

Dance : (tears running down her cheeks) I like when you're torturing me..!!! I like when you beat me up so bad..!!!! I... I...

Shibuya : (masturbating) Damn bitch stop arousing me here.... I'm gonna fuck you in the streets in front of everybody !!!

Dance : NO..!!!!

Shibuya pushed her down, Dance falling at the Rappappa girl feet, having a nice view of Shibuya's pussy, as this one had her hand holding her crop and the other hand on her hip. The Dom Queen's pose with her fetish boots, getting Dance so turned on ! The sub girl was dying of desire and excitement as the Queen was staring at her sexually with domina eyes and hair loose. So sex ! Dance was begging silently in her head to get hurt so bad. "Hurt mee Shibuya-san, hurt me pleaaaase !!!" She was dying for it, the more violence the better !

She was used to that sexual abuse, she had no choice but to accept Shibuya's violence towards her. That's how it's always been, a relationship full of violence, torture. Getting beaten up all the time in and out of sexual context, it was hard to bear as she cried and bled many times, leaving scars on her body. But she loved her so much and knew that it was Shibuya's love, and that the Queen would never leave her neither kill her. She was her sub, Shibuya was the dom and that was it. So as long as their intense Mistress/Slave relationship made her happy, satisfying Shibuya, it was enough for her.

Shibuya suddenly pulled down her thong a bit, pissing on her slave's face.

Dance : (surprised, closing her eyes) AAAAAAHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!! (Swallowing the drops of piss on her face)

Shibuya : Clean your mistress !

Dance : (breathing hard, pulling down completely Shibuya's thong, using her tongue on her pussy) Mmm..!!!

Shibuya : (closing brieftly her eyes) Aaahhhh !!! (pulling hard Dance's head against her pussy) Lick well...! Oooohhhhh, aaahhhh yess..!!! Like that, like that...!!

Dance was struggling to breathe but kept going !

Shibuya : (smiling) Such a perfect slave.... Time to eat my breakfast... stand up !!!

Dance : (hesitating a bit) Y..Yes !!

Shibuya : HURRY DAMMIT !!!!!!!!!! Spread your fuckin legs, hands behind your back, and don't fuckin move !!!!

Dance : (executing) Yes, Shibuya-san !!!

Shibuya grabbed a milk bottle, pouring milk on her.

Dance : AAH..!!!! IT'S COLD !!!!!!

Shibuya : HAH ???!!! OF COURSE IT'S COLD YOU FUCKIN IDIOT !!!!!!!! UNLESS YOU PREFER BOILING WATER ??????!!!!!!

Dance : NO NO NO !!!!! I'M SORRY !!!!

Shibuya : (licking up the milk on Dance's neck) Mmm.... love it.... (then going for her shoulders, ears)

Dance : (in extase) Oohhh Shibuya-saan..!!

Shibuya : (going back to her neck, gropping her boobs) Even them, they're wet (smiling, licking her boobs).... They need to be fed.... (sucking her nipples) mmm.... (licking) like this....

Dance : (blushed, panting) Shibuya-san, pleaseee..!!! Aaahhhh !!!!!

Shibuya : But what interests me is down there.... (going down, sucking hard Dance's pussy)

Dance : (enjoying the moment, sweating, face so red) Shiiibuyaa-saaaaaaannn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : OY DON'T LOOK AT ME IDIOT !!!!!!!!!

Dance : I'm sorry..!! (a bit disappointed) I just want our eyes meet each other for a bit..!

Shibuya : NO !!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMMIT YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF !!!!!!!! Who decides here ????!!!! You're a slave, you just do what I'm telling you piece of shit !!!!!!! What are you ????!!!!

Dance : Your loyal dog !!!!!

Shibuya : (smiling) Better. (eating her out, torturing her clit)

Dance : Oooooohhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goooddd !!!!!!!!!

But Shibuya stopped, Dance feeling frustrated.

Shibuya : Remember I don't give you privileges. Let's take a bath ! (Pulling on her leash) If you're nice maybe I'll give you more later !

Dance : (happy) YES !!!!! Thank you Mistress !!!! (Following her to the bathroom walking like a dog) WOF !!!!!!

Shibuya : (getting the bath ready) Get in.

Dance : Yes ! (Executing)

Shibuya : (getting in too) Turn around. (Suddenly grabbing her from behind)

Dance : AAAAHH !!!!!!!

Shibuya : (giving a quick slap on her butt, smiling) Nothing more arousing than a slave who's agitating.... (kissing her vigorously)

Dance : (surprised but returning the kiss passionately) Shibuya-san....

Shibuya : (whispering) You're having a good time...? (Kissing, caressing her)

Dance : (smiling) Yes...! I love you Shibuya-san !!

Shibuya : (too much pride for saying I love you of course, no way ! Not the style) Yeah... (a bit embarrassed)

Dance smiled, knowing very well the Rappappa Queen's personality. Still, she was decided to make her say it somehow.

Dance : Shibuya-san... should we go to karaoke ???

Shibuya : Karaoke ??!! To do what, singing shit no thanks !!

Dance : (laughing) We can sing love songs !!!

What a perfect plan to make her Mistress confess her feelings, Dance was smiling inside her head, hoping to trick Shibuya.

Shibuya : (embarrassed, playing nervously with water without looking at Dance) L..Love songs..! The fuck is that... Girl you wanna get into AKB48 or what ??!!

Dance : (teasing her) Are you ashamed to tell me about your feelings...?

Shibuya : (throwing water on her) N..No at all idiot !!!

She didn't want Dance trying to make fun of her as a Queen, again : she got pride you know !

Shibuya : (sighed) Fine... let's go there. (She absolutely didn't want Dance taking over the situation, it was important to get things under control)

Dance : (so happy !) Thank you Shibuya-san !!!!!! (Embracing her hard)

Shibuya : Hey..!!!! You're choking me..!!!!! Well, finally let's not !!!

Dance : (disappointed) WHAT ???? But Shibuya-san !!!!

Shibuya : We can do karaoke here, why do we need to go in a public place with jerks all around ?!

The truth was that she didn't want anyone she knows seeing her and Dance together, holding hands and such. The Rappappas would make fun of her ! Not mentionning her exes... Being seen dating a baby, how shameful it'd be !

Dance : Because it'd be fun !!!! (Big smile) Maybe we could meet VIPs there !!! (jumping around, dancing)

Shibuya : Girl what the fuck you gonna turn into a fucking idol or what ???!!! Stop that shit !!!!

Dance : (definitely not getting it) Why you don't wanna go ??

Shibuya : Next time, next time we'll go okay ?! If you start shaking your body like that in front of everyone they'll all start devouring you !! We're not playing at a fucking circus, I have a reputation to maintain !!!

Dance : (laughing) Shibuya-san, you're jealous right ??

Shibuya : I just care about you, that's all. I've got pride !!

Dance : (smiled) You're so sweeeet !!! (kissing her)

Shibuya-san : (blushing a bit) Hey move !!! (Pushing her back) Okay, let's do karaoke comfortably here... dry off (kissing her, removed her leash). (both got out of the bath)

Dance : Shibuya-san, you're the best Mistress in the whole planet !!

Shibuya : Yeah, love ya... AH..!!!

Dance : Did you just say that you love me ????

Shibuya : (so embarrassed !) No... I-I didn't say anything goddammit ho !!!!! Leave me the fuck alone !!!!!! Look away !!!!!!

Dance : EEEEHH ????? Why ???? There's nothing to be ashamed of !! I'm so happy !!!!! (Jumping around like crazy) You finally said it !!!!!! (singing like a kid) You-love-meee !!! You-love-meee !!! Youuuu looooove meeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : SHUT UP IDIOT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Hitting her brutally)

Dance : (fell on the floor, her nose bleeding) KYAAAAAAAAHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Keep it down dammit !!!!!! I don't want people hearing us !!!!!

Dance : (so happy to have a bloody nose, been waiting for that moment, arousing her so much !) I'm soo happyyyyy..!!!! I'm so weeeeeett !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (laughed) You love violence... anything makes you wet. That's why you're my fav sub !

Dance : (laughing like an idiot) Because I like my Mistress !! You're having such an effect on me Shibuya-san !!!

Shibuya : (smiled) Yeah, you're my loyal dog. Anyway, get up let's sing some fuckin songs now ! Get the mics !

Dance : (so happy !) YES, SHIBUYA-SAN !!!!!!

Few secs later, the 2 were singing (not love songs) happily, dancing doing chorégraphies, on all types of music, having so much fun together. As they were laughing, Dance was so happy to see Shibuya letting herself go like that with her, this giving a rare portrait of the Queen. Shibuya cracked such a smile that Dance instantaneously threw herself into the Queen's arms, surprising this one who just pat her head, smiling proudly.

Dance suddenly fell asleep. Shibuya sighed, deciding to carry her to the sofa in her room. The girl was so light, that she could easily throw her anywhere. Once she put Dance in (this one sleeping soundly), she just spread a little bit the girl's legs, admiring her pussy that was still full of juices. Shibuya smiled, put her hand on Dance's pussy for 4 secs, feeling that the girl's vagina was still hot, and left the room, satisfied.

You better sleep well bitch.

FIN.

Hey guys ! Nice to be back few years later with a new story for you. This is a little promised gift for all the Shibuya and Dance's fans. This work finally came alive ! I hope you'll all enjoy it. Thank you so much for reading guys and mostly thank you for your love ! Love you !

#yagami kumi #itano tomomi #majisuka gakuen #majisuka gakuen 2 #akb48

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