#carter writes

(yes i specifically found a fuzzy jack russell terrier puppy pic to go along with @mommyslittlebird)

“Mama! Play!” You stretched your paws out, your bottom up in the hair, tail wagging.

Wanda looked over at you smiling, and did a similar gesture, only standing.

You giggled and ran away, racing around the kitchen island, around the couch and back to her. “Mama, again, again!” you said, slightly panting.

“I’m gonna get you puppy!” She slowly creeped towards you and pretended to pounce at you, causing you to break out into laughing fit, dashing around the house, taking the same route as before.

She loved how playful and energetic you were and loved to hear your silly giggle as you run around.

After almost half an hour of playing chase, she noticed you start to slow down, not running as fast. She spotted you hiding behind a chair, taking a breath and took the opportunity to sneak up and catch you, scooping you up.

“Got you!”

“Mama!!” you laughed as she tickled you, making your tail wag and body squirm in her hold.

“We’ve played for awhile, mama’s tired. Why don’t we go get some water.”

“Yes please mama. That was so fun! We do again tomorrow? And after that and after that?!”

“Sure baby, we can play chase as much as you’d like.”

After you’d drank enough water, you came back to find her sitting on the couch, having just turned the tv on.

You climbed on the couch and got yourself comfortable in her lap. You let out a yawn and covered your face with your paws.

“Aw sweetheart are you tired now? Did mama wear you out?”

You nuzzled into her chest. “No mama I’m not tired.”

She laughed and smiled down at you, gently rubbing your ears to calm you. “Okay baby.”

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Hermaid Au

Iskall grunted around the screwdriver in his mouth, hands preoccupied with the wires in front of him. He had to work fast to get the electricity back up, or everything will get messed up quickly. A sigh of relief escaped him as the lights turned back on and the hum of electronics surrounded him. He quickly cleaned up the small mess he made and shut the panel. Spitting out the screwdriver, he stood up and stretched.

The distant sounds of rain and thunder accompanied him on his walk around the aquarium. The Swede checked everything to make sure everything was working smoothly. It’s a good thing they finally got enough funds for a backup generator. Big storms like this one used to really screw up their whole business.

Iskall rounded the corner to the back, pausing when he heard the sounds of someone struggling. Continuing, he saw Joe struggling to pull a cooler behind him. While Iskall couldn’t see what was inside, the fact Joe had it made him suspicious.

“What do you have there?” Iskall asked, walking up.

Joe paused, blinking up at Iskall. “Oh Iskall my good friend. It’s nothing to worry about. “

Iskall looked at his friend, squinting slightly before shrugging. “Okay. Do you want any help?”

Joe seemed to consider the offer for a moment before shaking his head. “I got it all under control Iskall. “

Iskall just nodded again before stepping back. He watched Joe struggle a bit longer before he figured it out and managed to pull it along further. He gave a salute to Iskall before continuing on his way.

Iskall stayed still for a moment, trying to process what just happened. While it wasn’t the weirdest thing Joe has done, it was up there. Man just doesn’t show up with a cooler during a big thunderstorm. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long. Gotta continue his checks. So he moves on, heading into the employee only areas.

It wasn’t until he neared the med wing he saw something even more suspicious. One of the bigger operating rooms, ones used for seals and the like, was closed. Iskall paused outside it, listening for anything amiss between the sounds of the storm above. There was the slight sounds of metal tools, but nothing else. It was probably nothing, someone might just be organizing the tools for Joe. But the interaction earlier made that seem unlikely.

So Iskall knocked. It was a short and simple knock. And immediately following it he heard a muffled swear and the sound of metal. There was a pause afterwards before Joe’s voice came through the closed door. “What is it?”

“Just checking on you dude. Is everything okay?” Iskall had to raise his voice slightly over the sounds of the storm.

There was no answer for a few beats, making Iskall even more suspicious. Finally Joe responded. “Yeah everything’s fine. Just cleaning up. I’ll be out and about in a little bit.”

He was definitely hiding something. That much Iskall knew. But he also knew he wouldn’t be getting any answers, so he just said his goodbyes and moved on. Maybe he should get Stress to ask him. She usually can get an answer out of anyone.

He was pulled out his his thoughts by the operating room door opening behind him. Iskall quickly ducked behind a pillar, peaking out enough to see just what was going on. He watched as Joe walked out of the room, towing the cooler behind him. The lid was partially open, with what looked to be octopus tentacles spilling out. Joe quickly went back into the room, leaving the cooler.

That is what he was hiding? An octopus? Iskall’s curiosity grew until he felt propelled to walk forwards. Joe didn’t seam to hear him come, preoccupied with cleaning the operating room. Iskall slowly and carefully lifted the lid and held back a scream as he saw what was inside.

Laying in a small amount of water was a women. And from what Iskall could tell, she had no legs but the lower half of an octopus. She was unconscious, with bandages wrapped around her stomach.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming” Iskall couldn’t seem to look away from the finding in the cooler. His eye must be playing tricks on him. There’s no way this was real. He heard a gasp next to him and was finally able to peel his gaze away.

He looked up to see Joe standing in the doorway, panicked. “This isn’t what it looks like I swear.”

oohh i like this one! thanks babe!!

pair/ship: jerevin (jeremy x gavin)

prompt: 4 - things you said over the phone

title: go the distance

send me a pairing/ship and a number!!!

I mean, why not? He was a self-obsessed, family-driven man. The idea of knocking someone up, of watching their body change because of him, seeing their swollen belly as a public reminder of his possession of them, and knowing he’d created a perfect little kiddo who was gonna look up at him one day and call him daddy…yeah, that sounded hot as hell, right?

But any time he tried to play out the kink during hook-ups, he just couldn’t sink into it. The girls he slept with would be more than eager to roleplay the part, spreading their legs and begging Dean to knock them up. But as Dean fucked them into some dingy motel mattress, the idea of actually getting some girl pregnant had him wanting to get up and bolt. As the girls rambled filthy dirty talk beneath him, he’d most often end up telling them to shut up, pressing his hand over their mouth as he chased his own release.

And then, most unexpectantly, like he’d read Dean’s freaking mind and knew exactly what his big brother needed, Sam was there reigniting Dean’s kink.

Dean had Sam pinned down on their tiny motel mattress, long legs folded up towards his chest, and Sam was giving Dean that innocent baby brother smile as he pleaded so soft and sweet: “Breed me, daddy? Please. I want to be stuffed full of you. Wanna have your pretty babies. Wanna make you so proud. Please, De.” And of course goddamn Sammy was running his hand over his belly the whole time he was saying it, knowing just how much he was enticing Dean.

Dean started sucking on his thumb for comfort after Mary died, but that habit was beaten out of him pretty quickly by John.

As he got older, he tried to find other means to scratch the itch. He always had a pack of gum in his pocket because they were easy to steal. He even had a brief fling with cigarettes, before finding solace in beer which he drank mainly cause he loved the sensation of rolling his tongue over the cool rim of the bottle.

Then he discovered eating pussy, and he’d take any damn chance he had to end up in some teenage girl’s bedroom, buried between her legs and lapping at her wet skin.

When he was sixteen, he pressed a loaded gun between his lips just to see how it would feel.

But then Dean discovered the weight of his baby brother’s cock on his tongue and he knew that was his true fix, that nothing would sate him like that.

And god, did it drive them both wild. Because Dean didn’t stop when he was locked in, when he’d found that oral stimulation that calmed him the fuck down. Sam would be tugging at Dean’s hair, trying to pull him off his dick as he begged “Dean! Please, stop! Stop! You’re gonna – oh my god! I don’t want to come yet. De, please. I wanna come when you’re inside of me. Stop, please!”

Because Dean did this shit every damn time. Promised Sam it was just a bit of quick foreplay as he slid down between his legs and started lapping his tongue over Sam’s pretty and leaking cock. But he brought Sam undone every single time with his mouth, still bobbing and gagging himself on Sam’s sensitive member the whole time he spurted his load down Dean’s throat.

I mean, of course it was a hard no the first time he considered it when some creep their dad's age approached them outside their motel room and asked what Sam would do for two hundred bucks. Dean had almost broken that bastard's nose.

But a few nights later when Dean was helping Sam undress for his shower (it was just a weird habit they'd never really stopped doing despite Sam being old enough to not need help showering) he saw the way Sam's ribs were starting to protrude under his delicate skin and he knew he couldn't keep starving his baby brother like this. He didn't know when his dad was coming back, and they had nothing but some stale bread left between them.

So Dean left Sam to shower and went to rummage through the few personal belongings he kept in his duffel. He pulled out what he was looking for, a set of lacy pink lingerie he'd stolen from the girl he lost his virginity to, kept as a damn trophy.

"Put these on. We're going out after your shower." Dean said firmly to Sam as he tossed the panties and bra onto the bathroom floor, closing the door again to block out the sound of Sam whining that he didn't want to leave the motel again because he just wanted to stay in and watch TV.

It was midnight before Dean had those sweet hundred bills in his hand. Three hundred in total, cause of course he'd been able to coerce that drunk bastard into paying more for his Sammy.