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laughterfixs · 5 months

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Begone Bad Day

Begone Bad Day!

Summary:

After a particularly bad and annoying day of training a new employee put in charge of testing all their games. Sun ends his work day with an angry and sour attitude. As he vents to his mother, Ana, the dragon dog hiding in the daycare, he accidentally loses control of his behavior and takes it out on her.

Now Ana must help her baby destress and officially end the day on a good note.

Sundrop stomped back to the balcony where his and Moon’s equivalent to a bedroom was. Moon was complaining in the back of Sun’s mind.

“Good SCOTT, that guy was an ASS! Who in the fazFUCK EATS A PAPERPAL?!”

Sun didn’t even care about his brother's terrible language at that moment. Moon’s speech filters hadn’t been the same since the virus. And he’d be lying if Sun said he didn’t feel the exact same way.

Yes, today's trainee technician was testing their arts and crafts corner. Sun had a very specific way to do it. But unfortunately…today's trainee didn’t feel like playing by the rules. No, they much rather had thrown things at Sun, made a mess, shot him with the dart gun, painted things the wrong colors, DESPITE them having NUMBERS and REFERENCES! And yes…they did indeed, FOR SOME REASON, decided to not only take a giant bite out of a paperpal but also lick the paint off the paintbrush.

Sun tightened his fists as he clipped the wire to his back and flew into the air.

The usually bright and cheerful animatronic’s grumbling caught the attention of another being that hid in the daycare loft. Ears twitched toward the angry jingling bells and stomping slippers. Sea green eyes glowed dimly in the dark, the slit pupils animalistically dilating as it focused on the daycare attendant.

Sun plopped down suddenly on a beanbag, arms and legs crossed as he simply pouted and stewed.

He didn’t look at the dark red head of the creature behind him, he wasn’t scared. Especially as the canine-like snout came into his peripheral view and gently nudged his cheek.

“Welcome back sugarstar.” The creature greeted with a soft smile on her muzzle. The beast was a dragon, large and furry. She had the face and long pointed ears of a hound, her underbelly was a bright orange, starting from the bottom of her jaw and trailing all the way down her belly and tail. Her body was mostly cream colored, and a brown mane of hair rested on her head, poofed like a pompadour, the rest trailing down her neck. Ana, the secret of the daycare. The dragon who’s heart changed and grew thanks to the daycare attendants.

Sun grumbled a barely audible greeting.

“Hi mom..”

Ana tilted her head, a soft look of concern crossing her face. That seemed unlike Sun…

“How was your day honey?” Ana tried again.

“….” Sun shook his head. Ana took it as a “bad”

“I see…” Ana frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“…Why do grown ups have to….push all my buttons?!” Sun demanded with a little growl to his voice. “It’s so mean! And unnecessary! And and…UGH!” Sun cried out frustratingly as he suddenly smacked his fist into the beanbag.

Ana frowned lightly, but she listened to her pup vent.

“I just can’t understand why it’s SOOOO hard to follow simple instructions! The kids can do it so much better and easier!”

Ana nodded with a hum, keeping quiet to show she was listening. But she continued to study his body language. Her ears flicked to the quivering in his voice. As if he was on the verge of tears. But she knew her Sunny…he tried his best not to cry in front of anyone…he would just wait until he was alone.

“And Moon was more than ready to come out and teach the guy a lesson himself! And I was more than ready to LET him! I wanted to turn out the lights myself!” “...Sunny?” “But I can’t let that happen because we could both get in trouble! And they would probably decommission Moon and I can’t let that happen-” “Firefly…”

“I can’t be alone with this, and if I lost Moon, I’m sure I’d lose my mind and then I’d REALLY have to go into a timeout!” “Sundrop.” “Ohhh WHAT?!” Sun snapped but gasped not a moment later, throwing his hands over his mouth. It was silent for a moment. Both of them just staring at each other. Shocked at what just happened. “I-I…I’m sorry! Ididn’tmeantosnapIshouldn’thaveevertakenitoutonyou-” Sun’s word vomit was cut off when his mother suddenly pulled him into her chest fur. “Honey, you don’t need to apologize, I know yer under stress and yer bad day ain’t helpin. It was only natural that you’d release the pressure sooner or later.” “But…but…” “I ain’t mad, sugastar…I promise. I would never be mad at you for feeling things. The last thing I’d want you to do is bottle it up.” Sun sniffed and nodded. “O-okay…what did you want to tell me..?” Ana smiled softly, she brought her paw up and gently stroked Sun’s cheek. “I could hear you struggling to hold back…I wanted to tell you to let it out. Not just through your words, but through tears. Venting is one thing but you’re still not letting it all out” Sun blinked…and suddenly he felt silly…his rays shrunk in and he felt his body start to tremble. Sometimes he had a hard time letting himself cry-well no. He had a hard time letting himself cry in front of people, if only because he wanted to keep everyone happy. If he cried and someone saw him, well they wouldn’t be happy either…no one else deserved that. Only he did-oh…he was doing it again…His mind finally stopped when he felt Ana press her nose to his upper crescent. She knew him all too well and her next words proved that: “You don’t have to hold back for the sake of others honey…” That broke the dam, Sun let out a choked sob and buried his face into her fur. Ana hugged him close, rubbing his back with a paw.

Sun gripped onto the fur tighter, his fists balled up, the fur peeked through his fingers. He did his best not to tug on his mother’s fur. He felt awful, he felt tired…but at least he wasn’t alone. Moon was always with him…and his mother was there to let him lean on her for support. Sun cried for what seemed like hours. His breath hitched with each sob. Ana didn’t hush him or stop him, she only gave his back gentle rubs and scratches.

Soon, Sun was only sniffling. When he fully calmed down, he made himself comfortable, leaning his side against her chest, now worn out both from his long day and crying.

“Feel better?” Ana asked softly, pressing a small kiss to his head.

“….A little…I’m sorry mama…”

Ana tilted her head at that. “What for sugastar?”

“For snapping at you, for getting so angry…for letting that trainee get to me…” he sniffed again. “A-and thinking about the worst again…”

Ana shushed him gently as she wrapped her arms around him again.

“Oh honey…stress does a number to us. And you boys have a very hard and stressful job. But you, both of you, are the best at it.”

Sun gave a hint of a smile, but the negativity still resided in his head, “heart” and the pit of his “stomach” and Ana could clearly tell.

She thought for a moment…before an idea came to her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly how to get her little firefly shining brightly again.

The draconic canine moved her head down, squinting at Sun and humming.

Sun blinked at her and tilted his head. What was she doing?

“Hmm…oh gosh.” She clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk tsk…this isn’t good, no no, not good at all.”

“What? What isn’t good?” Sun asked. Ana flicked an ear, holding back a smirk. Hook line and sinker.

“Well Sunny…no no I shouldn’t say!”

“Mamaaa…you know that’s unfair!”

“Oh…well, it’s just that…I think you might have an infection hun.”

“An…infection?”

Sun stared at his mother in pure confusion. What was she on about? He couldn’t get infected…unless it was a computer virus but even then, there was no way Ana would know just by looking at him…

“Of course! Infected by a bad case Sassinitis Grumptitus!”

Sun stared at her for a moment processing what she said. He couldn’t hold back a couple giggles.

“Th-Thahats not a real thihihing!”

Ana chuckled as she helped him get comfortable, sliding his slippers off and setting them to the side before laying him across her arms, his head on her forearm.

“Oh but it is Sunny. And I’m afraid there’s only one cure!”

Sun giggled more at his mother’s silliness. He had a feeling he knew what she was up to.

“Whahat’s that?”

Ana used one paw to hold his hand and bring his arm up and out. Then she nuzzled one cheek.

“Love.”

She booped her nose to his.

“Care and reminders…”

She licked the other cheek. “And finally…all the tickles my Sunny wants in order to reset that mind of his~!”

Sunny squeaked and giggled like mad, certainly sounding like a child himself. Already, he was feeling the giddy waves hit him.

“Maaamaaahahaha!”

“Whaaat? Do you not want them? Don’t you want that nasty Sassinitis Grumptitus gone? I most certainly dooo~” she cooed and nuzzled a couple rays. “I want my sweet lil sugastar to enjoy the rest of his evening and relaaax~!”

“Pfft! Y-you’re sihihillihihiii!”

Ana chuckled, gently squeezing his hand lovingly and stroking the back of it with her dewclaw.

“Only for my boys. Now…do you wanna play-I mean get your treatment?”

Sun looked off to the side, his rays shrinking back. He looked up at his dragon momma after a moment with a shy smile and nodded.

“Alright, now let’s see here…” she let go of his hand and gently maneuvered him so he was lying directly in front of her, his long lanky legs under her front legs. She pulled a pillow over to let him put his head on it, then she gently pushed his arms up over his head. “We need these up here. Think you can keep them up, Firefly?”

“Ihihi can trihihi.” Sun giggled out, the anticipation bubbling up from his chest and out his voice box. Ana giggled with him. “Well that’s the best I can ask. I’ll save that spot for a bit. For now…” She hummed, scanning his face...before lightly grooming a couple rays. “EEEHEHE!” Sun squeaked in surprise. “M-mahahahamamaaa! N-nyahahahat the-theEHEHE rahahahaAAYS!! Pfft! Khkhehehehe!!”

Ana licked, groomed and nuzzled each ray. When Sun shrunk one back, she’d go to another. “C’mon Sunny, where’s the super beam huh?” “N-Nohohohowheheheheeeere!”

There was one ray on Sun’s head that was more sensitive than all the others. Ana often referred to it as his super or special beam. “Nowhere? Nowhere…hmm.” She mocked a gasp. “Are you hiding it from me?” “Nyooohohohoo!” “Oooh that sounds like a lie, Sun! You know better than that~!” Ana sang teasingly. She lowered her voice. “You know what I think?” Sun snickered and snorted. Ana was really hamming things up, it was a side of her that only those close to her got to see. Sun and Moon would get to see it a lot. She knew her being silly made them laugh with or without tickles. It only made it more special.

“Wh-whahat?”

She looked left and right, making a show of it clearly. “I think…maybe, just maybe…it’ll show itself if I…TICKLE HERE!”

Her fuzzy fingers went right under his arms, tickling the outer exo. Sun squealed and immediately tried to lock his arms down. Though it was hard to protect such a spot from giant fluffy paws.

And as a result, Sun’s rays popped right back out from the very sudden, yet not unexpected, attack. Ana chuckled, gently pushing his arms back up. “Ah ah, these need to stay up here remember?” “Pfft! Ihihihi’m sahahahaharreeeeheheheheheee!” “Oh honey, you don’t need to be sorry, not everyone can keep still when a tickle dragon’s got them in their hold~” She lowered her head back down, to continue nuzzling and grooming his rays.

“Y-you’re nahahat a t-t-teheeheehee drahAHAHAHAHAGOOOOHOHOHOHON SQUEAAA!!”

Ana had found the super beam. She chuckled as Sun quickly retracted it. “Can’t even say the word when I got you going like this huh?” She pulled away to give him a moment to calm down, once again holding his hands. “Ahehehe…eeehehe…c-cause you-you’re beheheheing m-mehehean and sihihilly…” “Mean? Is it mean to want my lil sunshine to be happy and relaxed after a long day?” “N-nooo.” Sun snickered. “But you’re being teasy!” “As if you don’t like it.” Ana challenged, laughing at the blush on her baby’s face. She nuzzled his nose. “Are you ready for more?” Sun immediately nodded, the giddiness rising up again as his mother smirked and lifted a paw over his belly, wiggling the tips of her claws and slowly lowering. Then it stopped just a mere inch above. “Mmmm…Maaahahaaam…” Sun giggle-whined. “Yeees Sunny~?” Ana chuckled. Sun squirmed underneath her, staring at her paw. “Are-aren’t you going to…?” “Going to what honey?” Sun whined. Of course she was going to do this… “You’re going to make me ask aren’t you…” Ana raised a playful brow. “Whatever do you mean, Sunnybunny?” Sun pouted and looked away. He muttered something. Ana chuckled as she flicked an ear toward him. “What was that, baby?” Another mutter. Ana gently poked his tummy, earning a squeak. “TIHIHIckles! Pl-plehease…” Sun blushed, shrinking his rays back. Ana chuckled. “But of course honey. It's yer treatment after all~!”

She lowered the paw to scribble his sides and along his belly, earning a multitude of different squeals, squeaks and snorts. The closer she got to the center of his belly the louder her Sunny laughed and the more he tried to kick his legs, which was near impossible at the moment as she kept them trapped under her arms. “MEHEHEHEHEEEANIEEHEHEHEHE!!” Sun cackled “EEEHEHEEP SNORT SNORT MAHAHAHAHAMAAHAHAAHAHAAAA!! SNORT”

“You keep saying that honey but I’m just trying to help you with that Sassinitis Grumptitus! You still seem to have quite a bit of sass. Hmm…I wonder if I tickle this spot if it will finally go away!” She tapped the center of his lower belly, earning another loud squeal. In that spot was a little dent that dipped into the bot’s belly, acting much like a belly button. A bad spot for both Sun and Moon. “GYEEhehehe!! Pfft I-I dohont think so! I-Iihihi think you’re just being a BUTT!” Ana playfully raised a brow and tilted her head at that. “My my, calling your own mother such names! Sunny, I thought you knew better.” She gasped. “Oh no…it must be getting worse! We have to act quickly!” Before Sun could question that, Ana held his hands again to keep them out of the way. He blinked at her in question…until she took in a deep breath, then he knew exactly what she was doing.

“No! Nonono! Mama! I’m sorry! Nahahat that, anything but that-!” Ana smirked at him, looking over him to make sure she indeed wasn’t going too far, but the giant grin on her baby’s faceplate told her exactly what she needed. That wasn’t a “stop” that was a “please tickle me mama!” And knowing such, she wasted no time in blowing a raspberry directly over the dent. Sun screamed out in pure laughter, arching his back up and practically pressing his tummy against his mother’s muzzle. Her whiskers brushed against his sides, her nose cold against his silicone and rubbery tum. She suddenly released his hands and went right for the balljoints under his arms, gently scribbling her claws against them, fiddling with the wires here and there. At the same time, the raspberry switched into gentle nibbling, Ana hamming it up with a few “Om nom nom''s

He screamed, laughed, cackled, squirmed, arched and snorted. His rays spun happily around his faceplate, showing his clear enjoyment.

“GYAAAHAHAHAHAHA! KHKHEHEHEHEHE! SNORT OHAHAHAA! NAHAHAHAO NIHIHIHIHIBBLIHIHING! SNORT OHOHO STAHAHARS! NYAHAHAT THE WIHIHIHIRES! NEEHEHEHEHEEE! SNORT SNORT!” Ana pulled her head away and laughed, slowing down her finger wiggles and licking the tip of his pointy nose as he tried to calm down, giggling here and there as the phantom tickles still tingled all over. “How’s that sugastar? Think you’re cured yet?” Sun blinked and averted his gaze as he tapped his fingers, he could feel Ana’s smile on him. He still wanted more. “Uhm…N-No! I think I still have a small bit of this bug…I think you still need to get one more spot!” “Glutton.” Moon chuckled in their shared headspace. “No one asked you Moonie!” “Oooh~ You really are badly infected~! So much sass!” Sun huffed as Ana laughed lightly. Based on his expression, she could tell her boys were having their inner conversation with each other. “Well Sun.” She started, gaining his attention again. “What spot should I get next?” Sun blushed, his rays shrinking and spinning slowly. “Uhm…well…” He pulled his legs back a bit, trying to signal her to the last spot. Another really ticklish spot both he and Moon shared. She looked back to one of his trapped legs and chuckled. “Ah. I see…” She moved her arms to release his legs and then proceeded to change his position, having him lay across her arms now. “Last spot and you should be all cured yea?” Sun giggled giddily and nodded up at her. His rays spun at an even pace as Ana made sure the daycare attendant was comfortable and snuggled up against her chest fur while she brought her tail around and wrapped the end around his ankles, the fluffy fur on the tip dangerously close to his soles. “Ready baby?” “R-ready mama…” Ana nodded as her tail dusted along the paw pads on his feet, along the arches and his heels. The star themed DCA let out a squeak and covered his face with his hands as titters escaped him. He tried to pull his feet away and wave them around but Ana’s tail kept them from going anywhere. Then the fur went right for the toes. “EEP! NONONO! NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES! IHIHIHIT TIIHIHIICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Ana hummed lovingly. “Now you can say the word huh? I must have you in absolute tickly bliss~”

Her next move flossed the fur between each toes on his right foot slowly. It got a squeal out of Sun as he tried to twist his body and yank his legs back. “OHOHOHO STAHAHARS SNORT THAHAHATS SO-SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” “Oh that’s bad huh? And to think it’s just my tail.” Ana teased. “Maybe the last of that nasty disease will be gone if I do….this!” Her tail released his ankles, her paw shooting over to start scratching lightly at the arch and paw pads of one foot. “BWAHAHAA! MAMAAHAHAAA NONO! NAHAHAHAHAOO CLAHAHAHAHAHAWS SNORT SQUEAAAAAH!!” She earned another loud scream of laughter as her claws tickled at his toes, scratching at the stems of the toes before getting at the little beans. Sun pulled his legs back and waved his foot around to try and evade the claws but Ana would follow closely or simply switch to the other foot which made the cycle only repeat. “AHAHAHAOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! RED REHEHEHED!!” Hearing that, Ana stopped quickly. Sun relaxed and caught his breath, titters and giggles still flowing out of him. Ana licked and kissed his upper crescent before pressing foreheads with him. “Better sugastar?” Sun nodded with a happy tickle drunk giggle. “Eheheheh…Yehehes..”

He let out a yawn and curled up on his side, facing his mother’s chest. He nuzzled and cuddled against her. Ana smiled before she gently wrapped her jaws around his middle and carried him over to her little nest that she and her boys always stayed together in. She laid down and gently placed the sunny DCA in the middle of blankets and pillows. She pulled a blanket over him and nuzzled him. Sun giggled and hugged her snout. “Thank you mama…” “For what honey?” “For caring…” Sun yawned. “For being our mom…” “Oh sugar…” Ana cooed as she curled herself around him. “I don’t need thanks for that. I love you boys more than the world itself. I’d do anything to help you keep a true smile…” Sun hummed sleepily, curling up again and hugging a pillow. “Us too mama…” Ana smiled softly, seeing that sleep was very quickly taking him. She bonked foreheads with him again. “Get some sleep my sweet lil sunshine…tomorrow’s a new day.”

“Love you Mama…” “I love you too, Firefly. I love you both so very much.” She heard the light snoring suddenly start up, a whistle escaping with each exhale. Ana lied her head down beside him. “Sweet dreams Sunny…” She smiled and shut her eyes, knowing soon enough, Moon would come out and wake for his patrols and she’d want to spend some time with him too.

FIN

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garmintt10collar · 4 months

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Bratty Pup

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Summary: Reader is being an absolute brat in the ring, resulting in Bloodhound teaching them a lesson. And then reminding them of said lesson later. Namely with their fingers. And a familiar red dildo.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

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Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Bloodhound has a vulva and uses a strap on, Reader is gender neutral but has top surgery and a vulva, Reader’s parts are described as cock/dick/hole, knotting plus creampies, Bloodhound’s infamous werewolf strap returns, reader is called things like ‘little one’ and ‘pup’, breeding kink, Reader also is mentioned to have nipple piercings

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You were a menace, to put it lightly.

You knew you were one, and yet, somehow, against all odds Bloodhound had still seen something in you. Something worthy to win your affection and attention over. You were glad for it; After all it wasn’t like you hadn’t been pining for them for a while. Even before you competed to enter into the games.

You suppose something about the mask and mystery had been the peak of it all for most people, but you being a new competitor and them being a seasoned veteran in these blood sports had been intimidating.

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You suppose you’d fallen for their kindness first. Out of the ring, that’s all they were. Around the compound they would help prepare meals with Makoa in the kitchen, or sometimes you’d catch them sitting on the couch in the loungeroom with Crypto’s cat- Isabella Marie- perched on their lap and purring up a storm. They exuded this kind, soft energy, speaking coolly and calmly. Yet sometimes you’d catch them laugh, feel your heart constrict, and weigh in on those emotions. Wondering if something would become of them.

Now? Well, you didn’t have to do any wondering at all.

~Rest under the cut~

Now, you could so much as walk up to them and they would set their book off to the side and extend their arms out to you so you could clamber into their lap, nestled into their arms. Now, you could hook pinkies with them quietly and know they would follow you back to your bedroom. Now, they would cup your face adoringly, even if you couldn’t see past the lenses of their goggles in the ring. Now, you’d wake up to pecks of kisses on your face in the same pattern: Forehead, nose, one on each cheek, and on your chin before finally capturing your lips.

Now, now when you two were alone, you memorized every shape of their body with your lips.

You knew you were lucky being able to catch them like you had. Other legends had explained to you that Bloodhound, for at least three seasons, had taken to wearing their gear around the compound. Heavy full gear, mask and all, without wanting to mingle much with anyone. You’d been told that they were still kind, still calm, yet they seemed skittish like a cat. Only taking to talking to their ravens, Arthur and Munnin, whilst dodging everyone else besides the polite head nod of acknowledgement another legend’s way.

Yet when you’d come, after a few weeks of them seeming to disappear, you’d find them out in the compound elsewhere. With a lower face mask on of some sort, whether just a fashionable fabric piece or something akin to their respirator but looking more...punk-like. Regardless, you’d seen more than you had expected to ever in your life.

And now, you knew every bit of them as the back of your hand. Every tattoo, every scar, every clouded pattern of vitiligo etched into their flesh. Every piercing, every jump of their cooled skin, every ticklish spot that made them squirm and push at you with laughter buzzing through their veins. Every snarl they’d release if you teased them too much.

You suppose you were an even bigger menace than you’d thought you might be. You just loved to push their buttons sometimes, just to see their reactions. They were always cool and calm under pressure, so patient. But sometimes...

Sometimes you liked to see them break.

Often times it was things like tickling them. Or trying to get their attention when they were reading. Or things like kissing their neck, waiting until you felt the feeling of their fingers flexing on your hips and the low growl in their throat before you’d wiggle yourself out and dart away. That is, if they didn’t catch onto your game quickly and held you in place.

You liked to see their eyes turn dangerous, to hear them growl and to threaten you lowly. Often times you’d hear a snarl in your ear if you were teasing, their voice lowly murmuring to you, “Careful, little one, you are playing a dangerous game.” As if that wouldn’t just make you soaked and want to play this little game even more.

Maybe if they stopped having such good reactions you wouldn’t feel the need to do these sorts of things .

Like now.

Now, you two were a duo in the blistering heat of King’s Canyon. And well, you’re not exactly behaving yourself. Not like you promised to, anyway.

Everything Bloodhound has said to you, you’ve had something to say back. They ping a location and gesture with a, “I have chosen our next location for battle.”? You have something to counter it. Whether it’s with telling them you’re going to loot at a nearby location on the way, or that you think your best new location will be juuuuuust fifty meters to the right of where they originally pinged.

Or if they tell you to heal up, even if it’s just that small amount you have missing from your shields, you’ll sigh dramatically and go, “So bossy today, Hound.” And though they may not reply to you, you can see how their head tips towards you. You can feel their eyes behind their lenses sizing you up, as if trying to be sure this is the game you want to play. Right here. Right now.

When Bloodhound starts to test their theories, you know it’s working. When you’re talking idly and they tell you to shush just to see if you’ll backtalk when normally you’re a perfectly obedient partner even in the ring. When you whine back at them with a reply insinuating you would NOT shut up, you know their cogs are turning.

It isn’t until there’s ten squads left and Bloodhound tells you to pick up the pace in your casual walk do you say the final words that finally breaks them.

“Make me.”

You can practically hear the string snap between you two. You watch their back for the signs of their shoulders rising, the tightening of their hands on their weapon. You feel utter glee when you hear them take a slow, deep breath and let it out as if trying to compose themself. You near about squirm where you stand as you both take a pause, your boots sinking into the mud of the quiet, chirping swamps around you.

You really think they’re going to maintain their control, watching them roll their neck and slouch their shoulders as they compose themself. It almost disappoints you, an apology starting to curl in your chest when you start to think maybe they weren’t in the mood.

But then, they turn right back around, marching towards you and grabbing the back of your shirt to drag you into one of the buildings in the back. The cameras don’t normally lie around the edges of King’s Canyon, no one normally trudges the edges around here and the ring doesn’t close on the edges either. The cameras focus on more action filled areas.

But...the idea of being caught still makes your belly flutter.

Bloodhound, normally kind and composed, snarls as they push you into the building. Your back hits the corner wall, a giggle bubbling from your throat in delight at their roughness as they stalk closer. Your laughter comes to a halt when their petite, strong frame presses to yours, their thigh shoving its way between yours. One of their gloved hands rests by your body to press to the wall, the other grabbing your jaw roughly.

They force you to look at them, seeing your reflection in their lenses and seeing your own flushed face is embarrassing. You let out a soft noise, eyes fluttering when your hips roll down against their thigh out of habit. Your cock is engorged by now, pressing against your pants’ zipper line and making you shudder at the sensation.

“You have been a brat today.” They murmur, their voice even and inquisitive almost, as if they’re mocking you in a way. Bloodhound gently tilts your head down, forcing you to follow where they move you and you whimper as they grip your jaw a little harder. “Do you wish for me to make an example of you? Here?”

You try to nod, but find yourself unable to move. Your throat constricts, the words too embarrassing to admit so all you do is make this soft sound akin to an embarrassed squeak. Something you wish didn’t come out of you- you sounded like a frightened bunny.

“Your words, little one.” Bloodhound once again repeats, their voice even toned. And it occurs to you why quickly- they're asking your consent. If this is what you were aiming for and wanted. They were always so kind, making sure this was mutually wanted, even if sometimes you wished they didn’t ask and would just rip at your clothes and take what they wanted.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Hound- yes. I was trying t-to--” Your voice waivers into a moan when their thigh presses up higher against you, your hips grinding across it like a desperately horny animal. Like a dog, you think, with an embarrassed reflection back on a few nights ago where you wore a collar.

“Trying to test my patience?” They help you finish, their grip easing on your jaw and leaving pleasant throbbing where they’d gripped. “Trying to get punished in the arena, where you could be caught?” They press to you, watching as you helplessly babble ’yes, yes, yes’ as you rock against their thigh.

Pathetic.

“You are now so eager to be obedient, my love, what has changed?” Bloodhound’s voice is a tease, thicker with the respirator on and seeming to give an edge to their voice. Your toes curl in your boots, rocking your hips back and forth across their helpfully supplied thigh. It’s almost too much friction between your pants and the thick fabric of theirs. You let out a high-pitched moan, turning your head to the side to expose your neck and hearing them swear under their own breath at the sight of blatant submission.

When they huff, you hope they’re giving in. Praying they’ll spare you the teasing and the delicious tone of their voice that blesses your ears like liquid sex. You whimper when their hand slides down your body, pressing on your chest to tell you without a word to stay still. Bloodhound carefully moves their leg from where you’re desperately humping, another thing that causes you to whine, but they shush you gently.

A tug at the fly of your pants and the undoing of your belt makes your insides flutter. Even more when you hear them unstrapping the velcro of their glove, moving to tuck it into their pocket.

Their bare, cool fingers tug your underwear down with your pants to mid-thigh. You keep your legs spread like they left you, enough for their hand to slide down your lower abdomen, teasing at the mound of your curls before fingers slip down to frame your cock. You gasp sharply, hips pushing forward, but their other, gloved hand keeps rested on your chest to keep you back against the wall.

“Behave.” They remind you, their voice a low tone that makes you shudder. You immediately stop trying to press, feeling your patience slimming and your hope brightening that maybe, just maybe they’d have mercy on you.

Bloodhound’s fingers dip into your natural slick, drawing back upwards to your engorged cock. They frame it between two of their fingers, gently jerking as the hand on your chest makes to tuck under your shirt. It travels up, briefly feeling along one of the crescent shaped scars under your chest before gently pressing so they may thumb at your pierced nipple. Your head thunks back on the wall at the sensation, your hips naturally humping into their hand desperately with each tug.

“Fuck- Hound, please, God, please- fingers—in-inside, please, please, please -” You babble mindlessly, wishing so badly you could kiss them. Wishing so much you could cling to them, but you know better, keeping your hands flat to the wall behind you, fingers scrabbling against the wood at the sensations. Reminding you of where you are. That if anyone decided to take a pause in swamps, you could get caught.

“Inside? So greedy, little one. And to think just moments ago you were being a brat.” They chide you playfully, a cock to their head that reminds you of a dog and makes your heart flutter at the familiarity of it.

Soon, they move their body to rest more in front of you, pinching and tugging at your nipple as their fingers dip down to curl inside of you. Two fingers press at your hole, easily slipping inside and their palm pressing to your cock.

Your legs are quaking with the effort to keep yourself up. You already feel so close with their fingers curling and fucking inside of you. It doesn’t help with the sensitivity of your chest. Your body is shaking, aching from standing up as they work their talented fingers into you. To make matters worse they abandon your chest. Sliding their gloved hand down until they can bend their wrist that’s fingering you to make room for their other hand to gently tug your cock with their thumb and index finger. The roughness of their gloves eased by the slick you produce.

It leaves their hand pressing up against your g-spot perfectly with the angle of their fingers. You can feel your wetness dripping down their hand, vaguely hearing the soft snarls hinting that they’re enjoying the sight. It makes your body feel even warmer with the flush spreading across your chest.

Their voice finally makes your eyes flutter open to look at them helplessly. You can hear the grin in their tone as they begin, “Are you close, my love?” When you nod helplessly, they make a soft, sympathetic noise at you, rolling your little cock between their fingers gently just to make you sob out. “It is a pity you were such a spoiled brat today.”

Wait. What?

Shit- no!

Your confirmation comes when their hand moves from your cock, their fingers still fucking into you with your slick sloppily dripping down onto their wrist. You whimper out at the loss on your cock, but you could still get off like this- if they weren’t slowing down and only rubbing- COME ON!

“Aw, you look so pitiful, my love. Perhaps if you had not been such smá skítur you would not be feeling this loss now.” They continue, fake sympathy edging their tone as their talented fingers quirk upwards to still keep you interested, rubbing at your frontal walls. It still makes you twitch, feeling like you’re riding the edge of those desperate waves as tears prick your eyes.

They continue, “You may choose. You may cum now,” You whimper at the thought, but they continue as if you hadn’t made a sound. “Or you may get properly bred later. When you have surely decided you shall be an obedient pup for me.”

Oh, that isn’t fair .

But you manage to, against all odds, sob out, “I want to be good for you!” And near about cry at the loss of their fingers. But when they drag them up to your face and nudge at your lips, you part your lips obediently, suckling and licking their fingers clean with a shy glance at the lenses of their goggles.

“Good pup.” Bloodhound praises you, and you feel that maybe you did the right thing deciding to wait.

Even if it’s hell when they help you pull your clothing back on, fixing up their gloves and directing you on where to go again. You’re so engorged and wet that each movement feels like hell. And you know they know, knowing they could just smell you inches away, lingering on their skin.

Torture for you both.

You two end up in second place, Lifeline and Mirage take championship. Elliott is as perky as ever about it, happily yelling about celebrating with an afterparty at his bar. He’s so friendly and joyous, talking about free drinks as he throws his arms around you and Ajay’s shoulders, that you have to accept. Even if you’re thinking about how hopeful you are for Bloodhound to finish the job from earlier.

You can only hope that they won’t take the time to tease you all night at the bar and will drag you off back to one of your rooms and give you what they promised.

The idea of being dragged off in a hurry makes you squirm. You liked when they were desperate, it happened so few times. Whether it was to see you under them or if they were needy and finally let you touch them for the night. The idea of being on your knees and tasting them makes you squirm in your seat at the bar now. Rubbing your thighs together and slowly exhaling through your nose to try and relax your nerves.

You hadn’t touched the drink Elliott had given to you. Instead, you were more focused on trying to find Bloodhound. Parties weren’t their scene, but they did enjoy the company, as they had told you. They said they were coming, and in the back of your mind you knew they were here. You just had that feeling around you.

You knew when you were being watched.

It sends shivers down your spine pleasantly, feeling all too like you were playing the role of prey. Your eyes scan over the tables, the bar, trying to find the familiar red hair or glasses. But, nothing.

If they wanted to be found, you would have found them. It was that simple.

“Ey, buddy! What’s up, don’t like your drink? I can make you something new?” Elliott’s voice snaps you out of your scanning as you turn to your right to see him beaming at you. There’s a tinge of anxiety in his eyes, and you offer a smile back to try and aid in it.

“No! No, not that at all. I think I actually have a bit of a headache. Do you have anywhere quiet I can be for a little?” You offer, feigning a wince as you press your hand to your temple. Understanding immediately crosses his kind eyes as he scoots out of the booth to allow you to get out.

“Yeah! Of course, the backroom should be nice and quiet for- for you! There’s some pills under the bar if it gets too unbe — uneb — unber —if it gets too painful.” He manages to get out, beaming all the way through it. You can’t help it, his smiles are too infectious, feeling yourself smiling back and thanking him. Briefly forgetting the whole reason you were trying to escape was because you didn’t know where your predator of a spouse was.

You’re still aching between your legs. The memory had carried with you all day. Even when you changed into more casual clothes of a big hoodie and torn up jeans. You’d considered taking the time to get yourself off, but with your luck, Bloodhound would have known somehow and prolonged touching you.

You’re mindlessly thinking, unaware of your surroundings as you head to the backroom. It’s a darker room with a few dim red lights keeping it lit up. There’s a couch on either side of the room and a big round table in the center with a few chairs stacked in the corner of the room. There’s another bar in here, but it looks more set up for coffee and snacks than drinking.

As soon as you cross the threshold to get inside, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Instantly you feel your hood being snatched, pushing you forward with the sound of the door being shut and locked behind you heard. You yelp in surprise from the push, grabbing onto the table you were thrust towards and feeling a body crowd up behind you.

“You look frightened, beloved.” Comes Bloodhound’s voice behind you, their voice a low purr. Your shoulders immediately relax, but then they stiffen right back up when a hand reaches around to curl around your throat. They don’t squeeze, just holding you to their smaller body. Their other hand sneaks under your hoodie, wasting no time as they start to undo your pants, pulling them down to mid-thigh roughly. “Were you looking for me?”

“Y-yes- are you seriously trying to fuck me in the- ah!” Your tease is cut off when they shove your boxers down. Their hands are covered with fingerless leather gloves, making the smooth glide of their cool fingers all the sweeter when their thumb and forefinger gently squeeze your cock. They roll it between their fingers, sliding their palm back on your mound to force the hood to slide back to reveal it in its fullness.

“You did not seem shy at the implication of such acts in the arena.” They murmur behind you, their chin tucking over your shoulder from the way your back is arched, allowing them to reach. Bloodhound hums as your fingers grip tighter on the table, knowing they’re watching you making it all the worse. Your face burns, your body humming with sensitivity from your delayed orgasm earlier.

You’re completely soaked, even after the shower you’d had earlier. You feel sticky and messy on their fingers as they jerk you off. The feeling of their other hand squeezing at the sides of your throat lightly in a claiming fashion only leaving you messier. A low whine leaves you, your hips pressing forward and body already shaking.

“Ah, you do not wish to make too much noise, little one. There are worse things that could happen than to be caught on camera.” They tease you, lips brushing your ear to murmur lowly and you feel heat roll down your spine. Your mind flickers to a shameful fantasy of being on a leash, surrounded by others while Bloodhound praises you-

Your hips press back into them as a wave of pleasure signals you’re already close. You’re vaguely aware that the front of their pants isn’t flat, but rather bulged out slightly with something hard and pliable.

Your face burns when you realize their intentions weren’t to tease you now and fuck you at home later. They wanted you here, like this.

Vulnerable.

Bloodhound’s teeth tease the lobe of your ear with a nip, murmuring quietly to you. “You may cum as many times as you like. You were so good for me. A good dog.” Their voice is hot against your flesh. It’s all too much.

As soon as your lips part to scream out, their hand on your throat raises quickly to smack over your mouth. They press you back against their body as you cum, your body convulsing and your legs shaking as they gently jerk you through it. Their mouth has gone to your neck instead, kissing and sucking a hickey into your flesh there as they tip your head slightly to the side to have better access.

You’re dizzy after you cum, your hips fucking against their hand without you even thinking about it. You vaguely are aware of them cooing to you, feeling their hand leaving your oversensitive cock to tug your boxers and jeans down a bit lower. You pathetically whimper behind their hand, but that soon changes when they’re pushing you down onto the table. Your front pressed flat and your ass exposed for them.

“Color?” Bloodhound murmurs to you, their hand sliding down along your clothing covered back until they reach the swell of your ass. You hear the tell-tale sound of them removing their glove before their cool fingers return to you, cupping your ass but not moving.

“Green.” You chirp back in a hazy, dreamy tone. You go so far as to shake your ass a little, resulting in them playfully swatting in a manner that doesn’t hurt. You grin faintly, but turn your head and pout before they can start up again. “Can I get a kiss?”

For a moment, the air shifts from predator and prey to gentle. They laugh softly, the sound warming your heart with the honey tone of their voice. “Yes, my love. But do not distract me any more.” Before they lean over you and to the side where you’ve got your lips pouted and head turned to the side, meeting them in a sloppy, chaste kiss.

You whine at them for more, but they peck your nose instead. Only allowing you to get a brief glance at them with their lower face mask tugged around their neck, their red lensed glasses resting lower on their nose, and their hair pulled into a fluffy ponytail.

The air shifts again as they get back into character. You keep yourself flat to the table as they keep a hand to your back to press you there. Their other hand trails down your ass, fitting between your legs and teasing two fingers at your hole. When they easily slip in, they coo at you in a mocking tone, “So eager even now. You are so wet, beloved.”

You nod immediately, murmuring pleads as they curl and stretch their fingers inside of you. When they fit in three, you’re on your tiptoes, absolutely positive you’re drooling on your hoodie’s arm. You sob out when they twist their fingers, spreading them apart to scissor them into you to make room for a fourth finger. That’s when you make sure to bury your face into your arms, your voice starting to spill out of you without permission.

“Look at you, you poor thing,” They coo at you again, mock sympathy in their tone as they finger fuck you. “How noisy you are. It is almost as if you wish to be caught.”

You try to shake your head, resulting in the hand that was resting on your back to curl into your hair. They yank your head back, keeping you from burying into your arms as moans pour from your lips. Your face immediately flushes, both your hands flying to your mouth as your eyes about cross when they pick up the pace.

You cum again from their fingers alone, your body trembling as you press hard over your mouth to muffle your sobs. Your breathing is heavy through your nose, heard shakily through each exhale. They finally let go of your hair, letting your body go forward so you could bury into your arms again.

When Bloodhound’s fingers leave you, you hear them unzipping their own pants. You stay perfectly still, hearing the uncap of lubricant and the wet noise of them sliding it onto their cock. You can’t see which one they have strapped on today, but you have a feeling you knew if they had to use four fingers to get you ready. Especially when they take their fingers covered in lube this time to fit inside of you, gently fucking them into you for a few thrusts before pulling away.

It’s one of their bigger dildos, that much you can feel. The tapered tip tells you it’s one of their werewolf dildos. The knot was as thick as their fist, the rest of the length going from three to about four fingers thick. They let the head press to your hole, their hands grabbing your hips once it presses in and guiding you into taking it.

Each press is a stretch, but once you’re finally able to take it down to the beginning of the knot, that’s when they start to fuck you. Their hips slam back against you, the knot pressing at your hole but unable to enter without their aid. You’re a mess when they wrap their hand back around your throat, pulling you up to their chest as they fuck up into you with soft growls. You keep one hand over your mouth to try and be quiet, going cross eyed when their other hand reaches down to start jerking you off in time with their thrusts.

You think you’ve died and gone to Heaven in the form of Bloodhound fucking you. They’re murmuring by your ear in their mother tongue, words you can make out from constantly hearing them being ‘good’ and ‘my love’ and ‘little one’. But soon their voice dies out, more focused on biting and sucking dark bruises along your neck. Going high enough to just under your ear so you couldn’t hide them.

The wet slapping between you two sounds much louder in this smaller room. The creaking of the table doing no favors to hide your muffled cries. You’re so overstimulated you’d almost forgotten you weren’t in the safety of your own home.

When Bloodhound finally unlatches from your throat, they’re growling in your ear now. They rarely get filthy except for occasions like this. Murmuring between each thrust, “Do you wish for me to breed you, little pup?” The hand that had been jerking you off comes up, pressing to your lower abdomen and making you dizzy at the idea. “How beautiful you will be swollen with my pups.”

A high-pitched noise leaves you in reply, squirming on their cock as Bloodhound starts to slam a little harder, feeling the knot pressing at you and stretching you. You whimper, shaking your head and crying into your hand, “C-can’t! I can’t- it won’t fit- Hound, please, I’m so close-” You start to sob out, but they shush you.

“You can take it.” They promise without a second beat, yanking you back against them as they press insistently forward until you start to widen around it. Your free hand scrabbles at the table for purchase. “You will take it.”

And you do, with one more thrust of their hips as the knot pops into you. It’s all too much when their hand returns to your cock, letting you hump pathetically into their palm as you cum this time. Vaguely you’re aware of the feeling of being full too, and you know they had a cum tube attached to this cock but you didn’t think they’d use it.

When you’re done and properly fucked, you flop belly down onto the table with your knees weak. You’re panting, sweaty, a mess. You can feel them pull out of you, a grunt leaving you when you feel a smaller object being inserted into your hole. Your boxers and pants are pulled up, an affectionate double smack left on your ass that makes you softly laugh.

“A plug,” Bloodhound speaks as if reading your questioning mind, their hand going under your hoodie to soothingly rub your back in a way that makes you immediately content. “ So you do not spill a single drop. I am not through with you.”

You whine a reply, not trusting your voice to speak. You go pliantly as you’re lifted up, tossed over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought to one of the couches. Gently, you’re set in their lap sideways, allowing you to curl your face into their neck and nuzzle there affectionately. You’re vaguely aware of them rubbing your back in circles, tipping their head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Mmmh- Hound?” You start softly, nosing at their neck affectionately.

“Yes, my love?”

“Can I have another kiss now?”

Bloodhound lets out a whoosh of breathy laughter at that. Watching you adjust to sit up a little before they gently cup your cheek, stroking over your cheekbone as their eyes linger on your lips for just a moment. You can feel their breath fanning across your lips just before they meet in a soft, gentle kiss.

When they break apart, you whine out, “Another!” Again, and again until they’re attacking your face with little pecks all over until you’re squealing with laughter.

How you loved them.

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ceratonia-siliqua · 4 years

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Sweeter Than Sugar (Ch 3)

Collab fic with @send-me-your-hcs

Summary: Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)

Warnings: Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, minor violence, forced daddy kink, forced feminization, gang r/ape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

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Bucky knows something is going down the moment he enters his kennel, Tony can tell.

He hasn’t had to use the reinforced steel stockade in years, not since Bucky was still new to him. Bucky is anxious and wary as Tony secures him tightly on his knees, his neck and wrists bound, rendering him immobile. “Don’t worry, my love,” he reassures gently. “Your omega’s been a naughty little boy, but once his punishment is over, we can all move on. You know Daddy’s very forgiving. I’ll forgive Peter too, just as soon as he asks for it.”

Bucky’s beautiful steel-blue eyes fixate on the bruise marring Tony’s cheek. He gently runs his fingers through the alpha’s long, silky hair as he pops the mouth guard gag past Bucky’s lips, keeping his sharp canines safely tucked away from their guests and his frightening, bone-chilling growls as stifled as possible.

With Bucky properly restrained, Tony heads back upstairs and enters Peter’s cell for the first time since the incident this morning. Peter looks at him long enough to see he’s come alone, then turns back to his filthy blankets, snubbing him. Tony almost smirks to himself as he walks over, head held high, and stops in front of the large round bed.

“Do you want to see your alpha, baby?” he asks. The sound of his voice shouldn’t startle Peter, but somehow it does.

Peter doesn’t look at him. His face is pressed to one of his messy pillows, but he nods, dejectedly.

“Very well,” Tony says. He snaps his fingers and points to his feet, his universal sign of come here. “The sooner you get over here, the sooner you’ll get to see him.”

The boy reminds him of a sullen, sulky child as he drags his limp body to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He keeps his head down, a dog who knows he’s displeased his master, and waits for Tony to grab him by his leash, deceivingly meek and obedient.

“Turn around, baby. Show me that pretty little hole before it gets ruined again.”

A scarlet blush covers Peter’s face, neck and chest as he obeys, turning and pressing his forehead to the floor, ass up and trembling. His ass has finally returned to a more natural state, baby pink instead of deep red, tight and modestly damp instead of gaping open and pouring come and slick. It’s a bit of an illusion, though - when Tony presses his thumb against the puckered skin, it gives immediately, stretching smooth and straight and opening up for him in that beautiful way only omega holes can. It’s like pressing a button to switch between an asshole and a cunt; untouched, it’s a hole no different from anyone else’s, but as soon as the slightest stimulation comes along, it blooms like a flower in the sun, opens up hungrily and greedily, transforming before his very eyes.

Entranced, Tony fingers the boy’s delectable little pussy as he slips another, albeit weaker heat inducer inside of him. Peter won’t need any detailed stretching or preparation - not this time around - so he plays with the little omega’s broken-in fuckhole purely for indulgence’s sake. By the time Peter’s rim is turning dark red, puffy and starting to leak, the pill has taken effect and the poor thing is whining uncontrollably into the marble floor.

Tony’s tempted to make him crawl all the way downstairs, sobbing and shaking and leaking like a broken faucet, but he’d never risk skinning his princess’s poor sensitive knees. He unhooks Peter’s chain from the wall, gathers his small, trembling body in his arms, and carries him all the way to Bucky’s cell like the compassionate, generous owner that he is.

It’s a chorus of joy and suffering the moment they step inside. A gorgeous melody of pleading cries, muffled shouts, moans, groans, whimpers, whines. Peter flails trying to get to his alpha - Bucky does his damned best to wrench the stockade from its base inlaid in the concrete slab, but it holds firm. Peter is absolutely adorable as he reaches for Bucky with both hands, crying out, “Alpha, alpha…!” Like if he calls urgently enough, Bucky will shatter his restraints and come to him.

His little pets are so fucking cute.

But now is not the time to indulge them. A lesson needs to be learned here, first and foremost. Emotionlessly, Tony chains Peter to the opposite wall, shortening the leash so the feisty little omega can’t quite reach his alpha at the other end of the long room. While the two scramble trying to get to each other, Tony rolls in one of his breeding benches, parks and secures it in the center of the room, and hoists Peter’s flailing body onto it.

Oh, the little omega puts up quite a struggle then. Tony presses Peter’s body over the arch in the bench, his stomach flat on the plush leather, arms folded behind his back, legs spread, ass up to expose his leaking pussy. Bucky gets the best view in the house - restrained on his knees with Peter’s gorgeous fuckhole staring him in the face. If Tony rolled the bench closer and removed the gag, Bucky would be at the perfect height to eat the little pup out.

The thought intrigues him. Maybe after, he thinks.

He tests each cuff on Peter’s neck, thighs, wrists and ankles to ensure he’s secured, then gives the bench a hard shove to make sure the wheels are locked, properly holding the contraption still so it won’t slide everywhere in the middle of the action.

With everything ready, he supposes this is the perfect time to lecture his ornery little omega, circling Peter’s bound body as he clasps his hands behind his back.

“Peter,” he says firmly, earning himself a fearful, hateful glare from those big brown eyes. “I know you’re smart enough to understand the concept of corrective discipline. I’m about to teach you a very important lesson - everything you have, everything you have been given, including your bond with your new mate and all of the pleasure it’s brought you - they are all gifts from me.”

He steps closer, stares down at that beautiful, angry little face.

“You may not like it, you can hate this place all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine, Peter, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better off you’ll be.” He gestures to Bucky, kneeling behind the boy, head bowed in defeat. “I would like nothing more than to keep you and your mate happily tangled together all day long. But this morning, you chose to throw my kindness and generosity back in my face and behaved, simply put, like an animal. So, this is a moment I want you to remember the next time you’re feeling angry or hard-done by: I don’t have to give you any of these luxuries. I can - and will - replace them with much less favorable conditions if you misbehave. Hopefully, the harshness of this punishment will help this lesson stick in your tender little brain.”

He pets the boy’s head gently, then circles around him to address Bucky. “As for you, Bucky, my wonderful boy - perhaps take the opportunity to educate your omega the next time I’m kind enough to leave you two together. He chose to step out of line and brought this punishment down on both of you. If you don’t want it to happen again, I suggest you have a long and thorough chat with him about who’s in charge around here.” He strokes Bucky’s stubble-covered cheek. Bucky’s conflicted, despaired gaze is turned away from him, as good of a sign of submission as any.

Perfectly on time, Tony’s phone dings in his pocket then, alerting him that his honored guests have arrived.

He kisses Bucky’s forehead, pats Peter’s trembling flank, and heads for the lobby to greet their visitors.

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He gets himself a nice chair for the show.

It’s not nearly as comfortable as his armchair upstairs, but it’s good enough. He reclines in the corner, feet propped up on Bucky’s table between the alpha’s food and water dishes, crossed at the ankle as he lounges comfortably. His guests are standing throughout the room, but each of them knows better than to stand in front of him, obstructing his view. Most stand against the glass wall, in front of Peter’s hysteric, sobbing face, as far away from Bucky’s enraged fury as they can get.

He’s chosen some of the best men he knows. Betas, like him, who lean more to the above-average side of the spectrum when it comes to things like height, weight and cock size. None of them can compare to the sheer massive size of an alpha, but that’s almost the point of this punishment.

Oh, how little Peter screams and fights when the first beta mounts him.

It must be so confusing. His little cunt, dripping with slick, begging to be filled, to be fucked and knotted - only to be given a too-small, too-thin, unsatisfactory beta cock. Some mated omegas have claimed that the semen of anyone apart from their alpha’s burns when it’s pumped inside them, which hasn’t been properly tested or proven, but Tony is tempted to believe it after watching Peter squeal and thrash when the first man creampies him.

And yet, oh, the poor little thing’s hips are moving so desperately. His heat has fully taken hold of him, now - compelling him to be bred, to seek out and attract his mate by any means necessary. With Bucky kneeling so close behind him, close enough to smell and hear, Peter’s body seems to be wonderfully confused. He rides each beta cock that’s humped inside of him like he needs their come to live, then jerks and sobs when he finally gets what his needy little body is after.

It’s a beautiful sight.

Bucky clearly doesn’t agree. Snarling like an aggressive dog, Tony doesn’t blame his guests for quailing away from the bound beast. Frothy spit drips from the alpha’s chin as he does his best to bare his teeth with the mouth guard gagging his lips open. The stockade makes loud, thundering bangs every time he tries to dislodge it from its base, desperate to tear the beta in front of him away from his omega and rip him in half like a Christmas cracker. He’s unsuccessful, of course - Tony built that stockade to withstand an alpha even larger than Thor - but it’s intimidating all the same.

After the third beta has had his turn, Peter goes limp on his bench. He whines pitifully as the fourth man mounts him, sliding inside easily, stirring the mess of come and slick inside of his fuckhole with his dick. Peter, as unwilling as he is, can’t stop himself from moaning and rolling his hips in tandem with the beta’s, trying to make the man’s cock fill him deeper, wider, fuller. Tony smiles at the desperate way Peter is bouncing his hips. It must be maddening, to be fucked over and over again by a series of eager cocks not biologically designed to satisfy you.

Slick and beta come glob onto the floor as Peter desperately rides the man standing behind him. Bucky howls through his gag like he’s being castrated, vicious and frantic to get to his mate and breed him properly. Tony grins at the desperate struggling his gorgeous alpha is still putting up. It makes him rise to his feet almost subconsciously, not sparing the breeding bench a glance as he walks around it and approaches the stockade.

Bucky knows better than to lunge for him. Still, his thrashing increases tenfold when he thinks his Daddy might be crouching behind him to undo his restraints. Tony loves how basic, how single-minded heats and ruts make his pets become, how they reduce them to their most primitive selves. Like this, Bucky can’t even fathom why Tony wouldn’t free him and allow him to defend and claim his mate. Without a doubt, all thoughts of lessons and punishments have been pushed far from the alpha’s mind. He’s a beast, like this. A pitiful, powerless beast.

He grunts and snarls when Tony cups his huge, distended balls. Rigid, swollen and heavy with fresh come, they hang dark and tight between Bucky’s legs, nearly touching the floor. Tony gently massages them, watching the alpha’s massive cock bob and leak precome from the stimulation. Poor thing. He truly doesn’t deserve to be tormented like this, but Tony can only hope he uses this pain as motivation in helping him train and tame Peter.

As five betas becomes six and then seven, Tony stays crouched behind Bucky, gently working his balls with the palms of his hands to provide some relief for his aching, anguished alpha. Peter’s pitiful cries fill the room, louder than the pleasured groans of the men filling him, louder even than Bucky’s muffled screams of rage.

That’s why Tony is able to hear it so clearly when his baby sobs, “I’m - I’m sorry, D...Daddy, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Sobbing so hard, the words shatter like glass as they leave his damp lips. “Daddy I’m sorry, please forgive me, p-please, Daddy!” Tony stands, almost leaping to grab the beta still humping away wantonly at his princess’s backside and fling him off without a care.

“Baby,” he soothes instantly, stroking Peter’s trembling flank to try and settle his wailing sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, my little princess, hush now. You’re all right.” He leans in, kisses the omega’s quivering back, stroking his sweat-matted hair. “It’s all right now, sweet boy. Daddy forgives you.”

Impatiently, Tony snaps his fingers, dismissing the men without so much as looking at them. As the last one files out, the door automatically locking behind him, Tony undoes Peter’s cuffs but leaves him bent over the bench, hanging there limply, as he once more crouches beside Bucky. He removes the gag, opens Bucky’s restraints, and is quick to jerk back as Bucky surges upwards and descends on Peter with pure animal desperation.

And still, Tony’s wonderful boy is human enough to gather his tiny mate in his arms and carry him over to his bed, crowding him against the dull greys of his bedding as he slots himself between Peter’s spread legs and pumps his cock inside of him. Peter mewls gratefully, arms iron-tight around Bucky’s neck, his trembling legs trying to cling to Bucky’s wide waist, their chests pressed flush together as Bucky sinks his teeth into Peter’s mating bite, sinks his cock into Peter’s well-fucked cunt.

Smiling, Tony returns to the proper side of the glass, leaving the pair to their own devices - or as close as he’s willing to allow them to come to it. He watches for the better part of an hour as Bucky breeds, grooms, gentles and then breeds Peter once again, repeating the process over and over, making sure to pay special attention each time he licks up the mess leaking from his omega’s abused hole, as if the beast cannot rest until every drop of beta come has been cleaned from Peter’s body.

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The utter lack of sleep his boys have had in the last 24 hours shows when they pass out towards their fifth round. They’d been up talking and fucking the whole night before, and neither had slept a second since their separation this morning. It was bound to happen.

Bucky has rolled onto his side, one of the only (formerly) clean blankets pulled over the two of them. Peter’s face is pressed into the barely-there space between the alpha’s bicep - of which he’s laying his head on - and one of those meaty pecs. They’re chest to chest, and by the way Peter shifts every now and again (and the leg clearly thrown across that broad waist), still firmly connected via knot. Bucky’s other arm is wrapped firmly around Peter’s waist, his nose tucked into the sticky, matted curls of his omega. Only the alpha’s feet peak out from under the blanket, Peter too small to reach that far down under a clearly alpha-sized blanket.

Given that the pair aren’t doing much, Tony decides to attend to a few things. His boys need a bath, badly, but that can wait. Instead, he goes upstairs to Peter’s kennel. Entering with a laundry hamper and gloves, he begins stripping Peter’s bed of all its baby blankets and fluffy pillows. Thankfully, Peter isn’t one to revenge pee. He’s had a few pets who had taken up the hobby. Still, it’s a sticky, come-drenched mess, and dried come isn’t his idea of a good moisturizer.

Usually, a team of professionals come through once a week and clean all the kennels, replacing the bedding, tending to the bathrooms, and grooming some of his other pets. His favorites…well, they tend to get a little more special attention from Daddy. He loves keeping his alphas’ hair long and some level of beard on them. It accentuates the masculinity of already hyper-masculine beings. Trimming and tending to the hairy alphas is a small indulgence of his. The only exception to the hair-loving rule is their balls.

Regularly, his boys receive a waxing. Steve actually had been calm enough for lasering and no longer needs them. Thor enjoys the attention enough to hold still through the tugs, and Tony always gets a nice show of Thor leaning down to clean his now-smooth pair nearly every time. Bucky is…rough at times. His balls are so large, the process takes just a bit longer and it can never be done soft. The waxer tends to always be concerned about too much loose skin if Bucky isn’t hard while getting the service. Tony had never seen Bucky’s skin ever be loose enough to worry much, but now with Peter, he’s beginning to understand it. With Peter’s body to hold all of his come for him, the alpha’s balls have started to show more wrinkles and gentle sagging. Tony’s surprised with himself for finding it appealing, after his love for those balls filled with come has bordered on obsession for a few years now.

Either way, those smooth balls on their hairy bodies is truly a lovely juxtaposition, and his omegas seem to enjoy sucking on them far more without bristly little hairs poking at their face and tongue.

With the bedding now packed away, he lugs it to the laundry shoot to be cleaned. Peter will need spares soon, but his baby is so often cold in the night, all the blankets meant to be extras have made their way onto the bed. His princess loves all things soft and plush, so to deny him any of those things when it’s just so fitting for such a delicate omega, it’s inconceivable, even for him.

The hardest clean-up job will be the pair themselves. As much as he loves seeing them both soiled and rolling in each other’s slick and come, Peter is beginning to look matted and ill-kept, unbefitting of a princess. Maybe Bucky can get away with the look, with his brutish build and gruff disposition, but he is officially mated to Peter and thus now has some upkeep to maintain.

He can’t but help smile to himself a little at the thought. He really does adore the pair. Bucky may have always been a bit of a bull in a china shop, but seeing this soft and irresistibly sweet side to a pet he already loved has pulled Bucky up to a level similar to Peter in his mind.

Wanting to be back with the pair, he wanders down to the basement, watches from behind the pane of glass as he usually does, but with the two sleeping and his hands itching to touch, he slips inside. JARVIS enabled, he goes over to Bucky, letting the tap of his shoes be softly audible so as not to startle the large creature resting on the bed. Bucky isn’t prone to attacking him, not for a long time, but he knows better than to sneak up on him. That is the unspoken agreement between them; so long as Bucky knows Tony is the one there, he won’t make a move to hurt him.

The sound has its desired effect. Bucky raises his head slowly to see who’s coming. Seeing Tony, he rests his head back against the large, spacious pillows that had been one of his birthday presents last year.

Hands wandering across Bucky’s back and up to his shoulder, he leans in close to speak softly to the alpha, not wanting to wake Peter.

“How are you feeling, love? Any pain?” Rubs a thumb along the still slightly red line across the back of Bucky’s neck from banging against his restraints.

“No, Daddy. Just…tired.” Bucky doesn’t make eye contact, but does tilt his head towards Tony, a movement meant to show submission whilst clearly paying attention.

Tony can’t resist kissing up the side of Bucky’s face, working one of those massive shoulders under his hand. “Daddy’s not mad at you, okay Buck? You’ve been such a good boy for me. Not mad at Peter either now; he just needs to settle in and you need to help him with that. Sound doable?”

Bucky nods, eyes darting towards the bite mark. Craning his neck up, Bucky carefully licks at the wound, a clear apology on behalf of his mate, despite the one he had accepted earlier from the boy himself. Tony leans into it. JARVIS would have done something if this was an aggressive move. Years have given the AI the ability to read Bucky’s intentions like a book. Plus, Bucky is transferring some of that sweetness onto Daddy, and he’s greedy for it now that he knows it exists.

He pulls away once the man finishes. He strokes Bucky’s hair, pushing it back and admiring the stunning man beneath his hands. Those steel-blue eyes never fail to drag him under, they were the first thing he fell in love with in his pet. They scream intelligence and speak to a being who feels deeply, even if it’s hidden behind layers of brutal ability and aggression.

Sliding a hand down Bucky’s arm, he touches Peter, letting Bucky see and feel where he’s going with the motion to prevent any sudden, protective moves. Thankfully, it works - Bucky only tightens his grip a little bit on Peter, but refrains from intervening, knowing that Peter is Daddy’s first, even if instinct scream out against it.

Peter’s skin is damn near buttery in just how supple it is under his fingers. He rounds the bed, putting himself where Bucky can see as he runs greedy hands over the boy. It wakes Peter up, but with the punishment still fresh in his mind, he merely curls into Bucky’s arms and gets his fill.

“Petey.” The omega flinches, even as Tony’s tone remains even and soft. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A soft sniffle nearly breaks his heart. Bucky shushes and pulls Peter tight, rocking his hips gently to provide some sort of comfort. Maybe a grounding sensation? He hasn’t had a mated pair like these two, a lot of things are assumptions for the time being.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’ve got Bucky here, and Daddy just wants to make sure you’re not hurting. We won’t do that ever again as long as you don’t go trying to make Daddy hurt again.” He rubs his back, the knobs of Peter’s spine reminding him that the boy hasn’t eaten since yesterday.

Bucky manages to shove his face next to Peter’s, licking up the tears leaking from his tiny mate’s swollen eyes. Being close up now, his pet looks terrible. The betas had been under strict rules not to hurt the defenseless boy, but the bruise on his cheek has Tony feeling terrible. It’s not a dark one, but still a clear sign that he’s raised a hand against the omega. Peter shouldn’t have lashed out, but it’s Tony’s job to be above lashing out in return. Apologizing is not an option. Peter had done wrong and been punished for it, but he still wishes he had reigned in the response. Peter’s punishment should have been more controlled, beginning and ending with the betas.

He runs a gentle, paternal hand through Peter’s curls, bringing in his other one to help gently break up the spunk and sweat-glued strands. Saliva is likely in there as well, but Peter will be getting a bath soon enough to straighten the mess out. It’s terrible to see his hair so flat and limp. It’s an endlessly endearing trait, and why he keeps Peter’s hair on the longer side when all of his female omegas have short bobs or complex plaits and braids to keep things neat.

“Baby.” Taking Peter’s hip in his hand and gently rolling the small amount of baby fat there, he leans down, just out of range of a bite, but still able to be heard in his hushed tone. “You need to tell Daddy where you’re hurting so he can fix it. Can you do that for me, Peter?”

The boy stays still for a few, fleeting heartbeats, before nodding. It takes him a few moments to compose himself enough to speak through his hiccups. “My - my insides. My hole - it burns. Th-they put something in it and it still hurts. E-even with Bucky inside m-me, D-daddy.”

Oh dear, maybe the beta come hurts more than he’d realized.

“Bucky, sweet boy, would you take Peter to the bathroom, please? I need to go grab something. Take a blanket with you, poor omega looks like he’s about to freeze.”

Bucky does as he’s told, gathering his tiny mate up into his arms and moving him to the bathroom. His cock now slips out and swings limply between his legs as he concerns himself with his aching sweetheart.

Going to the supply closet, he pulls out an enema kit. He keeps a wide assortment of tack, gear, medical and various other supplies in it. He has never regretted anything that made its way to the closet, and he’s glad he’d thought to keep such things on hand for times like this.

Moving back to Bucky’s kennel, he goes into the bathroom to find Bucky tongue deep in Peter’s hole, but the poor thing is still shaking and complaining of pain. Ignoring him for the time, Bucky lays himself lightly over Peter, who had been shakily holding onto the edge of the tub during his rimming session. It never fails to make his heart go just a little bit soft seeing Bucky like this. Who knew the beast really just needed a mate - a purpose, really - to bring out something so tender.

He shoos Bucky away, even as the alpha grumbles. Filling the enema with warm water, just a bit closer to the hotter side of things, he caps the bottle with its nozzle. Laying Peter in the tub and having him pull a leg up, he inserts the tip and squeezes the bottle. He has to be careful not to do too much, or the resulting cramps may be worse than the burning semen.

“Now just hold it for a moment, Peter. We’ll do it a few times to wash you out well, then you can have Bucky’s come later without any of the hurting, okay?”

“O-kay.” Curled up and twitching, but covered with a thick blanket from the bed, Peter holds still as the water does its thing.

Moving Peter to the toilet to release the water is easy when you have a 6’9” alpha willing to do some leg work. Peter is repeatedly moved from toilet to tub until the burning subsides and the tears have calmed down. Tony suspects that the tears may have been more from stress than anything now, on the other end of things, but Peter finally calms down enough for him to leave the topic alone.

“Alright, last thing, Peter. You need a bath.” And oh, how Tony would love to be the one to scrub that porcelain body and tame those curls, but that will have to wait for another day. He has work to do, and Peter likely will prefer his mate at the moment. “Bucky’s gonna get you cleaned up.”

He turns to the alpha, sitting quietly on the toilet and now trying to gather Peter into his lap. “I need you to clean him up and keep him clean. If you need to breed again, do it before the bath, but make sure you clean up his curls.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He leans down, cheek turned to Bucky, who gives him a gentle, slightly scratchy kiss.

He looks at Peter. “Are you going to be nice and give Daddy a kiss, princess?”

Peter looks away, nodding.

Tony leans forward, turning his injured cheek to Peter. The little omega gives it the softest of licks and a light kiss to the damage he’s done. Tony gives them both a kiss on the forehead as a reward.

As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, “Bucky, let JARVIS know what you two would like to eat tonight, I’ll send whatever you want down.”

With that, he exits the basement and removes himself from the mates’ lives, for now.

#starker #winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #tony stark #peter parker x bucky barnes #tony stark x peter parker #siliqua writes #ru tag #nff

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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Don’t Touch

Title: Don’t Touch

Summary: In which Henry learns how best to please his woman.

Pairing: Henry x OFC

Word Count: 1370

Warnings: Maaaaaasturbating…. 18+, NSFW as always.

A/N: Little, but mighty! @henry-cavlll requested my favorite prompt from my list, and @littlefreya sent me the phenomenal GIF you see above that has been burning itself into my brain for three days. Enjoy, my beauties.

Tags: @littlefreya @thiccgeralt @peakygroupie @sciapod @brexrif @fucking-hell-cavill @viking-raider @constip8merm8

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I’ve got a surprise for you when you get home.

Texts like that always put Henry in a good mood, because they only ever meant one thing: sex. Especially when they were sent with a perfectly cropped photo of his girlfriend’s breasts that gave him nothing and only left him hard and wanting more. His girlfriend (let’s call her Jace for the sake of anonymity and storytelling) loved to tease, and she knew every single one of Henry’s buttons.

Unfortunately for Henry, filming ran late that day. By the time he was on his way home, it was well past midnight, and he assumed Jace had gone to bed. Lust pooled angrily in his abdomen at the thought of having to do without her tonight, so Henry resigned himself to the shower. It would have to do until morning.

When Henry opened the front door, he wasn’t greeted by the usual clacking of nails and excited woofles of his dog. That’s odd, he thought, setting his stuff down. “Kal?” He called out, searching for the pup. As he entered the living room, what he found stopped him in his tracks.

Jace was sitting on the couch, wearing next to nothing, her legs near in splits as she fingered herself in front of him, slowly, methodically. A lone metal folding chair sat in front of her. Henry’s pants immediately tightened.

“I couldn’t wait for you anymore,” Jace whined, slipping a finger deeper. She gasped and arched her back, not taking her eyes off of Henry as her pleasure intensified. “Sit.”

Henry obeyed, sitting down in the chair across from Jace. He licked his lips as he watched her hand slide up and down her shaven pussy, as if she were caressing a beloved pet. He felt his breath quicken and hunger began to consume his thoughts as he anticipated what Jace was about to subject him to. He waited to see what she would do next.

“I’ve been meaning to teach you how this is done,” she cooed, staring seductively into his eyes, “Because what works for most women doesn’t work for me. Would you like to learn?”

Henry bit back a groan and nodded, reaching a hand out to rub her thigh. Jace slapped it away.

“Teacher has one rule, are you listening?”

Henry swallowed thickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. The rule is simple: look all you want, but don’t touch. Naughty boys that touch get their hands tied to the chair.”

Henry hummed in appreciation at Jace’s tone. Never in his life would he have considered himself a sub, but this woman had brought out something in him that he’d discovered he wasn’t willing to ever put back. He stared at her, hands on his thighs, impatient. Jace propped herself up slightly, and raised her hand.

“This finger here,” she said, wiggling the one in the middle, “Is my favorite. It has the lightest touch. And thanks to the fact that I’ve let my pussy air dry, my folds feel like silk. See?”

Jace demonstrated by running the pad of her finger in a soft, slow line from the bottom of her lips to the very top of her clit. Her folds, already swollen from her earlier play, pulsed once, desiring more. Jace complied, repeating the line a few more times.

Henry noticed every time she grazed right over her nub, her breath would hitch in a tiny gasp and her muscles would tense, though she kept her legs spread. He made a mental note, and resisted the urge to touch her. It wasn’t allowed.

“Ugh, it's so light, I can barely even feel it,” she moaned, circling her clit with the gentlest pressure. “My body feels it though. This right here, this movement? This drives me crazy.”

Jace showed Henry what she meant as she kept up the rhythm, never stopping, never changing. Rock hard, Henry marveled at how she could keep her legs so still and yet continue to tease herself when the rest of her body twisted and flinched, wanting to escape the agonizing sensation. Jace was gasping, pleading with a wanton tone in her throat, eyes closed as she tried to fight the pleasure, to prolong the torture. Her pussy looked so soft that Henry reached out a hand and brushed his thumb against it, testing her sensitivity. Jace smacked his hand away again.

“This is your one and only warning, Henry. Don’t. Touch.”

Henry threw his hands behind his head and grasped his hair, both grinning and groaning in frustration as Jace went back to her folds. She made a ‘V’ and lightly scratched those fingers up and down like two little inchworms, one in each crease where her thighs met bone, delightfully wiggling her ass against Henry’s knees.

“Now this,” she said, panting as she squirmed, “This will frustrate me to no end. It’s nowhere near where I want you to touch, and it tickles slightly, and I will say or do just about anything to get you to stop or move elsewhere.”

Henry groaned, wanting so very much to replace her fingers with his. Jace suspected he did, and slid further down into the couch, her ass cheeks pressing harder into his knees.

“Christ, Jace, you’re not playing fair,” Henry moaned, his hands moving down to his thighs again against his will.

“Imagine if it was your tongue,” she moaned, clearly picturing it herself. She used the same two fingers to spread her outer lips open, and Henry couldn’t help himself. He dipped a finger inside her entrance, but Jace was off the couch and behind him in an instant, effectively connecting his wrists to the chair with a rope.

Henry tugged against his bonds, whining a little as he found he was expertly tied. Jace clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“You know what happens when you try to touch… now be a good boy, and sit still.”

Henry’s dick throbbed at her words, so very turned on by how authoritative Jace was being. He squirmed and the friction of his jeans sent delicious waves of pleasure shooting through his loins. Jace noticed him grinding and kicked his knees apart.

“I thought I said sit still,” she chastised him, holding his jaw up with two fingers. Henry nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

Jace released him and took up her position on the couch, splaying her legs once more.

“Now this part is where you should probably pay the most attention,” she said, spreading her lips open once more. “I like to be made to beg, but I don’t break easy. So, if you want me to beg, use two fingers, and slip them in like this.” Jace acted as she spoke.

“If you crook them up like this,“ she demonstrated with her other hand, but Henry could barely look at it for the arousing sight of her own fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy. “You’ll find a spot in the very back, and if you simply press on it, you’ll—ha!”

Jace threw her head back against the couch, mewling as she hit her favorite spot. Henry pulled against his restraints, wanting so badly to be the one extracting those sounds from her. His cock was on fire, a spot forming on his pants where he seed escaped out of him in betrayed anger. The ropes held, and all Henry could do was watch, mouth open in wanton need as Jace finger-fucked herself into an orgasm.

Henry watched the muscles in her abs constrict; he watched her brow knit and her thighs tremble. He watched the folds of her pussy clench around her fingers, dripping with the honey of her release. He watched her chest rise and fall with every strangled breath she took, and he watched the way she chased every ounce, every last drop of her desire until she was spent.

Fluttering her eyes open, Jace looked at Henry softly, smiling. She got up and straddled his lap, running her fingers through his hair as he kissed her heaving breasts. Jace pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss, before whispering something in his ear that sent a chill down Henry’s spine.

“It’s time for the exam, have you been listening to Teacher?”

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#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henrycavill #henry cavill imagine #dom!fem #sub!henry

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ipaintwithwords · 3 years

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Christmas Short Story Exchange

Wolves Without Teeth

Fandoms: Life is Strange, Life is Strange 2 Characters: Sean Diaz, Lyla Park, Daniel Diaz, Chloe Price, David Madsen (mention), Brody Holloway (mention) Tags: Post-Redemption Ending, Post-Save Arcadia Bay Ending, light angst with happy ending, mentions of depression/antidepressants, reminiscing, ambiguous/open ending, POV heavy, pretty scenery and dogs and ghosts

And I run from wolves breathing heavily at my feet And I run from wolves tearing into me without teeth

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Millions of stars lit up the vast, deep indigo canvas of the night sky along the coast of Oregon. It was a quiet, peaceful night, the kind that was made for intimate strolls and heartwarming conversations and marveling at the beauty of the ocean, hand in hand, barefoot on the shore, accompanied by the light April breeze and the soft whispers of the waves. It was made for campfires and laughter, grilled fish and cold beer, and acoustic guitar covers of songs that people don’t listen to enough on Spotify, even though they really should - it was a night made for moments ephemeral and eternal at the same time, a series of overexposed polaroid images in the sand.

However, for the young man driving under the endless rows of majestic pine trees, the night was but a spectacular backdrop for his hours spent on the road. Slightly more memorable than the day before, and infinitely longer than any other day of the past week he’s spent driving, one hand on the wheel, the other one either stroking the gentle crosswind with a cigarette between his fingers or buried in the thick, brown fur of the adolescent wolfdog snoozing on the passenger’s seat, curled up like a content, well-fed little roll with her favorite blanket between her front paws.

That night, he was holding onto the wheel with both hands. Eyes fixated on the highway, his anxiety was skyrocketing in his chest, flooding the back of his mind with dark thoughts and his head with an unbearable migraine, building up slowly but steadily, creeping into his skull, even the empty - and otherwise numb - socket of his left eye. Not that he was a stranger to headaches, but unlike all his past encounters with nasty migraines, this time he had no idea what to blame: the cigarettes, the lack of sleep, all the synthetic food he shoved down his throat the past few days, his ridiculous deadline drawing near by the minute… Or perhaps the fact that for the first time in fifteen agonizingly long years, he was back on a road he never thought will see again.

The only difference was that this time, he was on his own. There was no comforting presence beside him, no hula dancer figurine on top of the dashboard, no excited chatter coming from a kid high on adrenaline on the backseat. It was just him and the shores of Oregon, his sad music and his snoring dog (who wasn’t exactly the chatty kind, which, honestly speaking, never truly bothered him; he adopted her for the very same reason) and this stubborn, intrusive, demanding migraine that seemed to have made a cozy little home for itself in his forehead like it was meant to live out the rest of its life under his skin. And somehow, it managed to grow even stronger when out of the blue, the music was interrupted by the steady, low buzzing of his phone.

All of a sudden, violent waves of frustration crashed down over him as he took a quick glance at the device’s screen. Tightening his grip on the wheel until his nails started digging irritated crescents into the faux leather, he grit his teeth while staring at his phone, its buzzing resonating in his temples as if someone was trying to drill into his brain. The buzzing lasted for a solid two minutes before the screen would finally turn dark again and the pulsating sensation in his temples quieted down a little - only giving him a few moments of calm and quiet, though, as his phone started ringing again the moment he was about to sigh in relief.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”, he grunted loudly in anger, waking the peacefully sleeping wolfdog pup with either his hoarse voice or the annoyed dash of his hand as he reached out for his phone to pick up the incoming call and be over with it as fast as possible. He knew exactly what’s coming for him, and he was in the mood for anything but fighting with his best friend on the phone right now.

“What the fuck, man?!”, hissed a young woman on the other end of the call with a furious whisper-shout, as soon as he pushed the green button. “Are you being serious with me right now? Where the fuck are you, Sean?”, she hissed, and Sean heard a door slamming shut behind her, most likely the backyard door, to be precise, as she stormed out of the kitchen for a smoke.

“You knew I’ll be busy this weekend”, much to his surprise, he magically managed to keep his voice calm and his words collected when he answered after a few moments of hesitation. “I DMed you and I also texted the group chat yest-”

“Yeah, and I thought you’re just trying to back out of going to Walmart with us!”, his feeble attempt of coming up with explanations was met with an angry snap from the young woman. “And I actually can’t believe that we’re having this conversation? Like I can’t comprehend the fact that for whatever fucked up reason, you are actually ditching your own brother’s birthday weekend”, she scoffed, lighting up a cigarette with two impatient click-clacks of a cheap 7-Eleven lighter.

“I have a deadline, Lyla, and it seems like you’re the only person who can’t accept that”, answered Sean with a deep, resigned sigh, only trying to resist the sudden urge of smoking for a brief second before he rolled down the window and reached for his cigarette case. “I talked to Daniel about it, alright? He was the first person I called”, he murmured under his nose, shoving a crooked cigarette between his lips. “And to be honest, I still don’t understand why you guys insisted on throwing this huge ass party for him for an entire weekend... Y’all know he prefers his PS4 and pizza over twenty of us being all over him for three days, right?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was me who’s about to ruin his birthday! Fuck, man, thanks, now I can see that it was me all along”, Lyla let out a burst of dry laughter, more threatening than the sharpest blades in the world. “You are unbelievable, Sean.”

“I’m doing everyone a favor by skipping, y’know”, said Sean, sticking his hand out the window, unleashing the tiny smoke-dragons of his cigarette into the night. “‘Cause let’s be real, we both know that it’s me who’d ruin his birthday” he added with a shrug, making Lyla snort in disbelief.

“I can’t think of a single reason why his favorite person in the world would do that, so please enlighten me with your wisdom, Sean-Wise”, suddenly, her tone softened, bringing a massive lump to Sean’s throat.

“The last thing he needs right now is his useless, depressed brother”, he answered quietly, unable to resist the suffocating grip of anxiety on his neck. “And thankfully, he understands that his useless, depressed brother needs to submit an unreasonable amount of work ‘til next Wednesday, so… Yeah. We’re both doing each other a favor, to be honest.”

“Sean, I… Useless? Why would y- What do you even… Hollup for a sec” sighed Lyla, slightly frustrated, as a small voice suddenly called for her. “Yes, baby, what’s up?”, she said, words and smile warmer than the morning sun, and Sean couldn’t help but smile too when he heard her switch to Korean the next moment, most likely reaching for her daughter Hannah, and gently pushing a strand of dark, silky hair behind her ear like she always did.

“Sorry for that, Miss Thing is getting cranky because she only ate five times today”, Lyla returned to the call after a good minute, and Sean could clearly see her roll her eyes as the door shut close behind Hannah. “So where were we…”

“You were about to give me a Ted Talk on self-love because I called myself useless”, said Sean with a faint smile, before carefully flicking the cigarette butt out the window. Lyla didn’t answer immediately, at least not with words - her silence, on the other hand, was heavy with worry, a calm before the storm Sean knew too well. After all, thirty-three years of friendship teaches a thing or two about another person, especially a friendship like theirs was.

“You know, I had a feeling this is gonna happen”, when Lyla finally broke the silence, she couldn’t conceal the sad, resigned bitterness in her voice. “At least tell me where you are, man…”

“I’m in Oregon… Driving along the coast, actually”, Sean answered, giving his dog an affectionate scratch behind the ear, and making her turn her all-knowing, golden eyes from the night view on him. “Don’t worry, I’m not alone. Chestnut’s here too.”

“Dude, she didn’t even bark when she heard my voice”, said Lyla, with a very obvious and even more dramatic pout on her face. “But wait, what the fuck are you doing there? In Oregon?”, she asked, and this time, it was her confused frown that Sean could see crystal clear as if Lyla was sitting right next to her.

For a brief moment, he truly wished she was.

“I’m chasing ghosts”, when he spoke eventually, it felt as if there was someone else talking with his mouth, unseen powers forcing the air out of his lungs and his tongue and teeth to form the words that echoed for a seemingly endless moment in the car and inside Sean’s head.

And before he could even blink, the echo sunk even deeper, into the darkest pits of his scarred, hurt, lonely soul, as he found himself staring at the unmistakable silhouette of Arcadia Bay in the distance after a slight turn in the road.

He spent the night at Otter Point, in his car, right next to the very same visitors plaque he broke down at, for the first time since fleeing Seattle on that nightmarish afternoon all those years ago, to a man he just met - a man who changed everything, although fifteen years later, Sean wasn’t sure anymore that it was for the better. He wasn’t sure whether he’d still be alive at all if it wasn’t for Brody and his golden heart that night, but he was certain of one thing: that compared to all the horrible things that happened to him, to them, death would’ve been but a merciful release.

Death didn’t come for them, however, at least not in its form that’s known to most people. Instead of taking them, it decided to befriend the Wolf Brothers and tag along on their journey, from the suburbs of Seattle to the iron gates of the Mexican border - and after that, the lifeless, ashen grey walls of a suffocatingly small prison cell in Washington. It was there that night too, in Sean’s car, a worn, cherry-red station wagon just like Brody’s, and inside his head, too, buried deep under the quiet, unsteady chaos of his thoughts. It was in every breath he took, every pill he swallowed, every minute he spent awake wondering what is he even doing, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could make it go away, that could make death change it’s stubborn mind and to leave Sean Diaz alone, because, throughout the years, it simply grew too fond of him.

And with time, Sean just… Accepted it. He accepted being handpicked by death itself and stopped fighting it because no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, to get rid of it, to pretend that everything was fine, nothing helped; nothing but the acceptance and the handfuls of numbing bitterness he consumed at least two yellow tubes of each month for the past, God knows how many years. Of course, things could’ve been a lot worse, and Sean was fully aware of that - he knew that he was extremely privileged for being able to settle back into society relatively easily after being released from his sentence of nearly two decades spent in one of the country’s biggest federal prisons.

Frankly speaking, it wasn’t about settling back into society as much as it was about doing something he secretly always dreamed of, even before the story of the Wolf Brothers began on that chilly Friday afternoon, in a completely ordinary, perfectly average October of a past, long-lost life. In fact, if someone told sixteen-year-old Sean that everything that’s about to happen to him will eventually lead to a new life in which he is a comic book artist who gets paid for drawing the weird shit in his head, sixteen-year-old Sean would’ve probably laughed until his stomach hurt and happy tears started rolling down his cheek.

And yet, there he was that morning, on top of a hill above the Oregon coast, moderately enjoying his cheap instant coffee in the back of his station wagon (and after a glance at his peaky-faced reflection in the mirror, extremely judging his lack of self-discipline regarding taking care of his beard) while waiting for his tablet to charge fully so he can proceed with the next strips for the fifth chapter of The Adventures of the Pack. Chestnut was running around in excited circles, chasing grasshoppers and butterflies and occasionally, her tail, not particularly minding either her owner or the breathtaking view of the coast, and along with it, the quiet town of Arcadia Bay.

At first, he didn’t even think of making a stop at a seemingly insignificant place like Otter Point on his not-so-spontaneous journey - for some much-needed inspiration or for bittersweet reminiscence, he wasn’t entirely sure anymore -, but while going through dozens of maps and routes and painful memories on a sleepless night before his trip, he stumbled upon a picture Daniel sent him for one of his birthdays spent in prison. A picture from Away, to be precise, of a cozy little bonfire and four people with marshmallow sticks in their hands and tipsy smiles on their faces - a picture that kept him up awake for the whole night, with tears stuck halfway in his throat, desperately trying to fight their way through the walls Sean has built around himself. And the moment he saw David in the picture, he decided that after all the phone calls and visits and almost fatherly check-ins from the man throughout the past fifteen years, the least he can do is stopping in David’s hometown for a quick page or two on his way down South.

“Man, it must be tough being you”, Sean chuckled as he put his empty mug on the small writing desk in the corner of his on-the-go bedroom, looking at Chestnut playing in the dry dirt alongside the road with a wide, amused smile on his face. “Careful, though… I’d rather not break my neck trying to rescue you if you fall down” he added, climbing out of the back of his car with nimble reflexes, the sudden movement answered with excited bark coming from the wolfdog pup.

“Would you look at that”, said Sean with an impressed little snort, walking up to the fence and bending over to rest his arms on it, eyes roaming the endless, unbelievably blue ocean and the gentle waves washing up against the pale sands of Arcadia Bay’s shores. “Can’t decide if it’s beautiful or the most boring shit I’ve ever seen, to be honest… What d’ya think, huh?”, he raised his eyebrows, peeking down at Chestnut yelping next to him, and giving her a loving scratch behind the ears. “Come, check this out”, he beckoned to the visitors plaque next to them with his chin, patting Chestnut’s side gently as he stepped up to the laminated board, full of colorful images of the local wildlife and the town’s various attractions.

“Yeah? That’s where you wanna go?”, he laughed, as Chestnut suddenly stood up on her rear legs, front paws propped against the plaque, curious golden eyes fixated on the picture of Arcadia Bay’s imposing lighthouse. “Y’know what, why the fuck not, we got all the time in the world… At least ‘til next Wednesday'' Sean sighed, looking up from the slightly faded photograph to the actual lighthouse in the distance, peeking out from countless majestic pine trees, its bright, white light rotating with a slow and steady speed on the opposite end of the bay on top of a cliff.

There was something strange, something unsettling about the tall, robust tower that Sean couldn’t exactly put his finger on. He found himself staring at the lighthouse as if it held all the secrets, all the answers to all the questions he’s been searching for all his life - he couldn’t move, he couldn’t blink, he couldn’t even catch his breath for what felt like an eternity, even though it was but a mere moment. As if something was calling him, an invisible, eerie force locking his eyes on the lighthouse, Sean just stood there petrified, and if it wasn’t for Chestnut and her eager little woof startling him back to reality, he probably would’ve stayed there like that until sunset.

“Yeah, why the fuck not”, he murmured under his nose, shaking his head like he just woke from a weird dream as he turned away from Arcadia Bay and walked up to his car, trying to ignore the uncanny tingling in the back of his head - and the unmistakable feeling of being watched by a pair of all-seeing, otherworldly eyes.

It took surprisingly long to get to the other side of the bay from Otter Point. By the time Sean reached the lighthouse, the sun was high in the spotless blue sky, radiating its warm light so dazzlingly he had to shield his eyes with his hand as he exited the car. He parked the station wagon in a small clearing surrounded by fragrant, sky-high pine trees, at the bottom of a meandrous set of wooden stairs half-eaten by the soil, and began his short hike up to the lighthouse with Chestnut trotting by his side. The forest around them was peaceful and bustling with cheerful and welcoming Spring life; they saw busy bees and chirping birds and dancing butterflies everywhere as they made their way uphill, following the glimmering sunspots on the ground.

“Alright, same rules apply, okay? No running along the edge, it’s rocky down there”, said Sean when they reached the top of the stairs, grabbing Chestnut’s collar the very last minute before the pup could just storm off to explore the uncharted territory. “Stay… Staaay…”, he raised his eyebrows as the pup looked up at him with giant eyes full of excited sparkles, wagging her tail like the clearing in front of her was the last one on Earth to roam. “Good girl. Run along now, but carefully, please”, he said after a moment or two, as he let go of Chestnut, watching her dart off as a fired arrow with a proud, fatherly smile on his face before following the pup to the clearing.

The lighthouse stood tall on the edge of the cliff, watching over Arcadia Bay like a robust, all-seeing guardian. Seeing the tower up close, Sean felt the same magnetic energy that practically hypnotized him from all the way across the bay, only this time, he felt it ten folds stronger, as he stood there and stared at the lighthouse, tilting his head back as much as he could to take in the breathtaking sight in all its mesmerizing entirety. It felt like he arrived in another dimension where time didn’t work as it did on his own; as if a heavy, velvety curtain fell on the world, closing around the cliff and creating an odd, languid void where the pace of time just wasn’t the same. It was quiet, yes, peaceful, even, but at the same time, the air was strangely disturbed, unsettling and mysterious - and eerily inviting.

After what felt like half a lifetime of staring at the lighthouse, Sean noticed a worn bench on the edge of the cliff. He watched Chestnut sweep across the clearing, very much occupied with chasing something that looked like an azure-blue butterfly at first glance, before walking up to the bench and sitting down on it, turning his gaze towards the magnificent view of the bay below him as he reached for his cigarette case in his pocket. With the first puff of bitter smoke, he closed his eyes, and for a while, he just listened to the waves crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff and the squawking of a few stray seagulls circling around the lantern room, before bringing himself to unzip his backpack and pull out his tablet and sketchbook from the messy depths of it.

He only hesitated for a brief moment before he put the tablet back in his bag, and along with it, his deadlines and professional responsibilities, settling with his trusted sketchbook instead. He preferred drawing on actual paper with an actual pen anyway, and he felt like procrastinating a little before letting his work swallow him in one bite. Flipping through dozens of pages of unfinished drawings until he finally reached a blank page, Sean started sketching Arcadia Bay with strainless ease, his eye constantly moving back and forth between the sketchbook and the view until the chaos of thin, black lines started to come together and he didn’t have to look anymore.

And this is when the time truly stopped around him, as it always did when Sean took the pen. It was just him and his vision of the world under the sun, and of course, Chestnut running around the clearing, her lanky, brown form always somewhere in the corner of his eye.

“You’re really pressed about this butterfly, aren’t you”, he chuckled as Chestnut ran across his feet relentlessly, making Sean look up from the content little wolf he’s been sketching for a while without even realizing that he started adding it to the drawing. He didn’t even notice anymore, since this was the case with many, if not most of his drawings - as if he was physically incapable of finishing a drawing without wolves in it, or for that matter, drawing for someone who wasn’t his brother.

“I mean, it’s a pretty fucking stunning butterfly if you ask me”, answered a mischievous voice beside him, completely out of the blue, startling Sean so unexpectedly that he almost fell off the bench.

“De puta madr-!!”, he exclaimed in fright as he turned his head, and the next moment, he found himself staring at a young, slim girl, leaning against the crooked fence on the edge of the cliff. “I mean, ugh Jesus. Sorry, I didn’t see you there” he added quickly, clearing his throat as he looked the girl up and down, wondering how long has it been since she got there - and most importantly, how in the world didn’t he notice her when she arrived.

“It’s kinda rare that anyone does, to be honest” shrugged the girl, stepping away from the fence, piercing blue eyes shifting from Sean’s colorless face to the sketchbook in his lap. She was tall and slender, wearing ripped jeans with a leather jacket and a black beanie, electric blue hair framing her narrow, elfish face. She looked like she was in her late teens, early twenties, maybe, and even though Sean was certain he’s never seen her before, somehow it felt like he’s known the girl for his entire life. “What are you drawing? Can I see?”

“Sure, take a look” he said, scooting over a little so the girl could sit next to her. “It’s a… I don’t even know what, that started off as a landscape sketch” he explained, scratching the inner corner of his empty eye socket and suddenly wishing he put on his eyepatch before coming up to the lighthouse. The girl, however, was way too invested in his sketchbook to even notice that there was something unusual about his appearance, and even if she did, she didn’t seem to be taken aback by it - or at least she didn’t feel the urge to stare, unlike most people Sean has met throughout his life.

“This is really cool, dude” the girl said after a while, looking up at him with a wide, impressed grin before turning her gaze back to Sean’s drawing. “Are you like, an artist or something?”

“Artist is an overstatement but yeah, I draw comics for a living” Sean answered, reaching out for Chestnut when he noticed the pup is running towards him. “This one isn’t for work though. It’s a… Gift. For my brother”, he added, his smile suddenly fading with the words, and not returning even when Chestnut wriggled her way in between his legs and placed her head in his lap, staring up at him with giant puppy eyes.

“Something gives me the impression that he’s the small one”, the girl chuckled, pointing at the younger wolf on Sean’s drawing, chasing a butterfly on the edge of the cliffside looking over Arcadia Bay, next to his bigger, scruffier, one-eyed brother, relaxing under a pine tree.

“I have no idea what makes you say that” said Sean with a faint smile on his face, gently fondling Chestnut’s head in his lap. “The older I get, the more it feels like it’s the other way around, to be honest”, he sighed quietly, feeling his entire chest harden all of a sudden as he took a glance at his sketchbook between the long nails of the strange girl next to her.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” asked the girl bluntly the next moment, carefully closing Sean’s sketchbook and putting it between them on the bench. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in Arcadia Bay before, and that’s pretty shocking considering that we’re talking about a town of 200 people where nothing ever happens…”

“Yeah, I’m just traveling. Thought I’d drive through town and check out the view from here” Sean answered, and as he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket, he couldn’t help but notice the sudden sparks of longing in the girl’s eyes. “You want one?”

“Not gonna lie, I could kill for a smoke… But no thanks. I… Can’t”, the girl gulped, watching with eager eyes as Sean reluctantly put the cigarette in his mouth. “Oh, no, it’s okay, I don’t mind. The smell’s gonna do the trick” she said, exhaling the smoke of the first huff with a strange, almost euphoric smile as Sean lit his cigarette at last.

“Oh man… You got some superior shit right there” she said, her smile slowly growing into a content, wide grin. “But anyway… As much as Arcadia Bay is the most boring shithole in the whole wide world, I hope your trip was worth it in the end.”

“Sounds like you lived here for a while, huh?”, Sean asked, eyebrows raised, to which the girl let out a sarcastic snort. “Oof. That bad?”

“There are no words to describe just how bad, my dude” the girl answered, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around her long legs pulled up to her chest. “I’ve been stuck here my whole fucking life. Wanted to leave since I was fourteen” she continued, the playful cheer suddenly leaving her voice and leaving behind gloomy shadows on her face. “Should’ve gotten the fuck outta here the first chance I got”, she said sourly, planting her chin between her knees and staring blankly in the distance, to a faraway place Sean couldn’t follow her to - and even if he could, he wouldn’t want to.

“So why didn’t you?”, Sean blurted out before thinking twice, but before he could even think of a way to apologize for possibly having crossed a line, the girl laughed out loud and dry.

“Have a wild guess, dude. ‘Cause of love, of course”, she snorted again, only this time, sarcasm was replaced with something much darker in her tone. “I was just waiting for the right time y’know. Back then, I had no idea that no such thing exists. Not for anything, not for anyone. There is just you and time, and time is nothing but a massive fucking trap, waiting for you to get stuck in it” she said, eyes darker than the coldest nights of winter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to explode like that.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for anything”, Sean shook his head, placing his burnt-out cigarette butt under the bench next to the previous one. “I’m just not sure I get what you mean.”

“No worries, I wouldn’t expect you to get it anyway” the girl shrugged, and the next moment, she turned her gaze to Sean, all-seeing blue eyes staring right into his soul. “You know, people hardly ever come to the lighthouse anymore, except when they should be somewhere else. And even if they come, they barely notice me. It’s nice that you did. And that you listened, too. I’m not sure where you’re supposed to be now, but I’m glad you’re here” she smiled, patting Sean’s hand with a surprisingly cold palm briefly, retreating almost immediately as he shuddered next to her.

“Yeah, I’m glad I took a little detour too” he smiled back at the girl before his glance wandered off to his sketchbook lying between them on the bench. “But I think I should get going now. I’d love to stay and chat, but… I’m ridiculously late already”, he added, a concerned frown taking over the upper half of his face, and a bewildered grin the lower, as somehow, at that moment, he realized there’s a chance that perhaps he has given into the nonsense of his own depression slightly more than he should have in the first place.

“Yeah, you probably are”, said the girl with a playful wink, standing up from the bench and stretching her long arms above her head. “Man, what a spectacular fucking afternoon. I mean, look at the Sun. Such a radiant bitch boss, for real”, she declared lovingly, making Sean laugh out loud for the first time in the past few days, or even weeks, maybe.

“Need a lift?”, Sean asked the girl as they turned their backs on the lighthouse, and started walking towards the staircase leading to the small clearing at the bottom of the cliff.

“Nah, thanks, but I’m not done here yet”, the girl said, shoving both her hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans. “Got some wandering to do, y’know… Contemplating the beauty of Spring and all” she looked at him with a somewhat shy smile, and Sean decided not to risk crossing any more lines with any more questions.

“I guess this is where we part ways then” he nodded his head when they reached his station wagon, waiting patiently next to the tourist map of the cliff. “Enjoy contemplating the beauty of Spring, I guess?”, he smiled at the girl, opening the door of the passenger’s seat for Chestnut.

“Yeah, thanks, man. You take care too, okay?” answered the girl, and the next moment, before Sean could say anything, her eyes suddenly widened. “And don’t forget to sketch up a cool portrait of me or something if you got the time, will you?”

“Stop reading my mind, a’ight?” Sean laughed, waving at the girl before sitting in his car, a sudden burst of energy washing over him as the door closed behind him. The urge to drive as fast as he just can was stronger than he’s ever felt it before, but somehow, he managed to control it, closing his eyes and leaning back on his seat for a long, silent moment before reaching for his phone. Swiping away dozens of notifications, he then opened his contacts and pressed call on the first name on top of the list - the only number he’s ever called, really.

The ringing stopped right after he pressed his phone between his ear and shoulder, and turned the car key under the steering wheel.

“Hey enano. I’m on my way.”

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Hey! Thank you for reading! ❤

This short story is my contribution to a Christmas Short Story Exchange we did with my best friends. (It is also my first ever fanfiction in English!) I was writing for one of my best friends who got me into Life is Strange years ago, so when we pulled each other’s names and I found out I’m writing for her, I immediately knew that I’ll work with the Diaz brothers and Chloe.

2020 Christmas Short Story Exchange Word count: 5353 | Written December 22nd-27th. I’m on AO3 now! Head over for more fanfictions. ❤

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Tracking the Beast

James Conrad (Kong Skull Island) & Original Character

Rated T: Implied smut, fluff, romance

Bending low to disguise his height, James Conrad carefully pulled back the branch in front of his face. Small beads of water collected during the previous night's rainfall sprinkled down, catching on his long eyelashes. Blinking the droplets away he held up one hand, fist clenched, to signal a halt while he surveyed the terrain before them.

"That means stop," came a loud whisper behind him, tone smug with the knowledge of his basic hand signals.

Turning his head with a quelling glance, he held one finger to his lips in a sign that needed no interpreter. His lieutenant reddened and swallowed nervously. Not wanting to appear to harsh to those employing him, Conrad let his facial muscles soften a bit. It was important to remember that not everyone had the years of field work that he did. In fact, the number of trackers whos experience matched with his could be counted on his hands.

Holding the branch so that the group trailing him could scurry underneath it, Conrad nodded as they passed, pleased when they stopped just beyond the tree to wait for him to resume the lead. When tracking a creature such as the one they sought, it was important to be very careful in the approach. One wrong step, one snapped twig or crunched leaf would give them away.

"How much farther?" one of his charges groaned, shoulders slumping.

"I don't know," he spoke in soft, deep tones, barely more than a growl that would not go any further than the small clearing in which they now stood. "There are no certainties on missions such as this. We can only hope that we run him to earth before we lose the light."

Following his thought from the moment before, James felt a smug glimmer of amusement trying to picture those other top tier trackers, his peers, dealing with the current group dogging his heels. There was a reason Conrad was as sought after as he was. Along with his experience as a tracker and his SAS weapons training, Conrad was also good with people. It was a soft skill, but in his opinion one that was every bit as vital as the others. If you could not control the group you led, you were destined for failure. It was not that he coddled them, far from it! It was just that he had learned the value of a grip on the shoulder, a nod and smile at a task well completed. Get them in your corner and the mission inevitably went smoother, not to mention that they were more likely to listen to you when it hit a snag.

"Look here," he murmured quietly, hunkering down onto one knee on the muddy, leaf covered ground. "Do you see this?"

Leaning over, he traced the outline of the animal's print, bringing it into starker relief.

"He's been through her. We are on the right track."

"I hear water!" a high pitched voice said excitedly, but quiet enough to draw his approval.

"Yes, I hear it too," he nodded, winking at the girl. "Good ear. Water is important. Most animals in the wild will flock to fresh water. I suggest we head in that direction."

"Agreed," said the nominal leader of the expedition.

Keeping down on his haunches, Conrad inched forward, almost on all fours. As they neared the small stream the foliage became denser, more lush. It served to hide them from their query, but also worked the other way around. They would need to flush him out, he realized. It was a risky move, especially working as he was with novices, but sometimes you just had to take a leap of faith.

"Alright," he said slowly, looking at his second, "time to lure the beast to us. You have the bait?"

"Right here," was the excited reply as a bag was whipped out from a knapsack. "Should I open it?"

"In a moment," he said. "Now, we're going to have to move quickly and in tandem. You've got the bait, that's good. When I give you the nod, take it out and hold it above your head. Ives, I want you to block the way we've come. Adams, Gibson try to get on either east of west... that's left or right sides of the trail. Keep him from running either way. I'll do my best to bring him down. Everyone understand their places?"

As all of the others nodded, Conrad stood slowly and nodded to his lieutenant. Eyes brimming with excitement, he unlocked the bag and pulled the bait out of the bag. In the near distance, a howl could be heard. Success! Giving the signal, all five of them began to move forward, his man with the bait leading the way. As they cleared the tree line and came to the quickly moving creek they clapped eyes at last on their prey.

Eyes locking with the fierce beast, the figure to his side suddenly realized that he was now the target of its charge. With a bellowed shriek the meat flew into the air and away from Conrad and the boy who had been carrying it. Changing his course as his prize launched into the air, the large mastiff turned and ran instead for the water towards which careened.

James swore under his breath as he watched their dog run away from them once more. Giving up on subtlety or finesse, Conrad sprung into a sprint and raced towards the mutt.

"Kong!" he shouted, chasing him. "Heel boy! Come back here!"

Not paying any attention to his human master, the dog snatched the hotdog out of the air continued down the bank to the creek. Conrad followed, but as his foot hit the incline, it managed to land on a slippery patch of mud. With his own howl to match Kong's, he felt gravity take over as he tumbled forward into a large, overly excited dog. Kong, delighted that his master had decided to play with him so friskily, leaped up to meet him and together they went summersaulting into the cold autumn water.

"Daddy!" a voice equal parts worried and amused screamed from the bank. "Daddy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Jamie," he called, "just playing with Kong."

"You're silly Mr. Conrad," his son's friend Lisa giggled.

Untangling himself from the happily splashing beast, James raised himself up with as much dignity as he could and pushed the wet hair back from his eyes. The four children, over stimulated birthday party goers turned intrepid hunters, crowded around as he slipped the color around their naughty, over sized pup and dragged him out of the water. Kong's ability to get loose and run about their property had been driving James' wife Jennifer to distraction. Just this week he and Jamie had been forced to hunt him down five times.

"I am indeed silly," he sighed, smiling at Lisa. "Come on now, let's get back to patio. Your parents should be arriving soon to pick you all up."

It was a few hours later when Jennifer Conrad arrived home to find the house quiet. She tiptoed out to the patio to see her husband, love of her life and must beautiful human on the planet, lounging on a sunchair in a mud splattered shirt and shorts. Lying at his feet, still damp in the early evening, was a large dog not yet a year old.

"How did it go?" she asked, smiling at the disarray.

"Oh, fine," her husband grinned, reaching out for her hand.

"It looks like it," she laughed, gesturing to his messy appearance. "I am sorry I wasn't able to be here."

"You had a big opening at the museum," he shrugged, pulling her onto his lap. "Besides, today was just the kid party. You'll be here for his actual birthday on Monday night."

"I know, but it looks like you had your hands full."

"Nothing Kong and I couldn't handle," he assured her, hands beginning to roam over her body. "Have I told you how much I love you in these fancy suits with the pencil skirts?"

Jennifer gasped as his large hand made its way up her leg and under said skirt.

"You may have mentioned it," she gasped, turning her head so that he could find her neck with his eager mouth.

"Of course, I like you much better out of them," he added, going to work on the buttons down the front of her shirt.

"James," she giggled.

"Yes?"

"You're drunk!"

"Well and truly!" he agreed with gusto. "Well deservedly too!"

"I take it Jamie..."

"Is at a friend's house. We are all alone my love."

When he had opened her shirt and slipped his hand within to cup her breast James let out a sigh. Expecting one of contentment, Jennifer was surprised when it sounded melancholy instead.

"Is something wrong love?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"I have failed," he said in a decided pout.

"What do you mean?"

"With Jamie," he explained.

"You best tell me what you mean."

"I've been trying to teach him," he said, voice slurring a bit.

"Teach him what?"

"Tracking! How to move in the wild. Find foot prints, lure out creatures... that sort of thing. He's bollox at it."

"He's six!"

"Seven on Monday."

"And how exactly have you been doing this?"

"Um... no way exactly..."

"Why are you and Kong all wet and muddy?"

"We went for a swim?"

"James Conrad!" her voice took on a tone usually reserved for Jamie alone. "Have you been letting Kong out of his collar?"

"Maybe..."

"What if he gets off of our land?"

"He won't do that. He's a very intelligent dog."

Jennifer glanced down skeptically and the intelligent dog chewing happily on her husband's shoe.

"Tomorrow, you are going to begin building a very big fence."

"Tomorrow," he agreed, suddenly discovering her earlobe with his mouth. "But for tonight, where is my reward?"

"What reward," she gasped, arching on his lap as he played her body so skillfully.

"For capturing the beast," he told her, hand back up under her skirt.

"You let him loose!"

"Shh... don't tell my wife."

"I am your wife."

"Well so you are. In that case..." he flipped them over so that he was lying on top of her.

"James! You're filthy!" she protested.

"Yes, but you like that!" he said wickedly.

"No, I mean you're caked in mud!"

"Oh," he pouted. "So?"

"So, you need a shower!"

"What a splendid idea!" he enthused, and picked her up in his arms. "And really, I don't mind if Jamie doesn't turn out to be a tracker."

"You don't?" she asked, smiling as he carried her into the house.

"No, he is perfect just the way he is."

"I agree," Jennifer kissed his jawline.

"And maybe the next one will be able to keep still," he brightened.

"The next one?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"Come into the bath with me," he proposed, "and I'll show you!"

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How To Teach Your Dog To Paddle Board

How To Educate Your Pet Dog To Paddle Board

Having a pet dog is just one of the best choices a person could make. Not just you’ll have among the most loyal beings in your life, however you’ll also have a terrific company for your every adventure as well as activity you might think of, consisting of dog paddle boarding.

To be able to totally appreciate it, there are some fundamental steps you must go through so you and your young puppy remain risk-free as well as have enjoyable. This article will reveal you all you require to understand about sup with pet.

Exactly how To Get Your Young Puppy Ready For Pet Dog Paddle Boarding

To make things much easier for you and your barking friend, there is a simple-to-to 5 action overview you can comply with. It might take some time and also you’ll need to be figured out, constant and person, yet the final incentive will be a puppy that will be greater than delighted to get on board with you.

Action 1– Allow Your Puppy Obtain Acquainted To Your Board

With pups, it’s everything about depend on. When they become accustomed to something or someone, they come to be extra comfy with it and aren’t frightened of it. You’ll attain this by putting your surf board in the room where your pet dog feels one of the most comfortable in. Pup will most likely smell all over it, also may try to stroll on it. Leave it in that space for about a week, till your puppy is comfortable enough to begin to hang around your board on a regular basis.

Utilizing a pet dog deals with will most absolutely aid. Don’t do it immediately, wait for concerning a day or two as well as after that position a pet biscuit so your pup has to climb up on your board to obtain it. And also if your pet decides to pee on it, do not scream!

Step 2– Jumping on And Off The Board

It is advised to have a special command for getting on as well as off your board. Have your canine obtain on the board, and also remain there until you offer him regulate to obtain off.

As you practice, the time your puppy remains on board will certainly come to be much longer, until eventually you reach the point where you’ll have to command it prior to he leaves it.

Action 3– Practice Dry Paddling

Once your pet dog learns the basic behaviour and also commands, it is time to exercise the paddling part in controlled environment. Have your pet seated, then sit behind him and follow by giving him a reward.

This step is important due to the fact that your pet will certainly have to obtain utilized to paddle moving him without ending up being too ecstatic and starting to chase it or have fun with it. This method you’ll stay clear of possible leaping off your board that could toss you off.

Tip 4– Repeat This Outdoors

By relocating this technique outside as well as going with all the procedure once more you’ll see how well your dog responds in a different atmosphere. Once you’re particular that your pet dog is totally acquainted and also comfy with your board and also commands, it is time to strike the water.

Tip 5– Completing Touches Near Or In The Water

Currently the time has concerned place your expertise to examination. Go to the water as well as repeat the process near or ideally inside the shallow waters. Do it up until you obtain the same feedback as you performed in your home. Once you do, repeat it a couple of more times. If all of it goes efficiently, you’ll recognize your pup prepares.

Extra Advice

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There is some added things you’ll need to check prior to you choose to provide sup with dog a go:

Swimming is important since your dog might sometimes embark on your board or diminish. If your puppy does not understand just how to swim, it is advised to discover, simply to make sure that in case something fails he understands just how to move via the water and also keep up. Obedience is one more thing to take seriously. Canines have a tendency to obtain quickly sidetracked, so it is necessary not only that your canine knows the standard commands like rest or stay, yet likewise that your pup doesn’t obtain easily distracted. Weight is necessary due to the fact that you might have a trouble to go paddle boarding with your pet dog if he weights over 100 lbs. You ought to likewise be a great swimmer. Often the accident could occur and also you’ll shed the balance along with your pet dog, or you’ll have to swim to obtain your pup. No matter what, remain positive and don’t fail to remember to compensate your dog! PFD And Also Various Other Safety-Related Things

It’s all enjoyable as well as games as long as you and your pet dog are risk-free, so there are some safety-related things you need to recognize:

There are several different choices; all you have to do is to select the finest pet life jacket. It is suggested offering your dog some time to obtain utilized to it by placing it on at your home. Maintain the leash off, otherwise it could suffocate the canine if he unintentionally falls of or goes for a swim. Obtain a tracker. There are several tracking devices you might hook on your pet dog’s PFD, so if you get separated you could locate him easier. What To Bring

Another crucial question is what must you bring, beside your canine, PFDs, the board as well as paddles:

Dry bag, to maintain your stuff in it Pet dog treats Water bottles for your and also for your canine Hat Sunglasses Which Board Is The Very Best

The response to this concern may differ from person to person because everyone has various opinion, however, for the most paddlers inflatable paddle boards are the very best ones for this activity. Their material has added grip, so your pet will be more stable. If you worry about the damages brought on by claws, do not. Their claws are not sharp adequate to pierce an opening or damage the board. If you have some other kind, as well as your pet enjoys it, then go with it.

The summer season is near as well as the possibility to experience some amazing water experiences includes it. Pet paddle boarding is among them. This way you’ll have the ability to bond with your four-legged buddy, while also having a remarkable amount of enjoyable.

It may sound like a hard task, yet it is in fact really very easy and enjoyable, as long as you hold your horses adequate and willing to work with your pet. The trick is to stay persistent, positive and willing, as well as these 5 steps will be more than enough.

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