Tag: spacedogs

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I’m in the process of writing a spacedogs fic, and while talking out the concept with @devereauxsdisease, we discussed this image, so it had to be drawn. 

Milky way is a stock photo, raccoons done by me 😛

I finally finished the fic.

Nigel stared at the poor excuse of a children’s book tucked away in the far corner of Adam’s bookshelf.  It was a ridiculous book about a raccoon named Adam living in Central Park.  He presumed it was supposed to be a sweet book, but all he could see was ignorance and condescendence.  Why would a family of racoons not belong in the middle of Central Park?  How was this book supposed to highlight the brilliance of the man for whom it was modeled after?  Whoever this Elizabeth Buckwald was, she should just choke on a fat cock.

“Oh, did you find Beth’s book?”  Adam’s arms snaking around his waist pulled Nigel from his murderous thoughts.  He flipped the book closed, so Adam could see the cover.

“I found a book, gorgeous,”  Nigel retorted, leaning into Adam’s embrace.

Nigel felt Adam shift behind him, pressing in closer so he could peer over Nigel’s shoulder.  “Yea, that’s Beth’s book.”

“It’s not very good.”

Adam chuckled, pulling back a little so Nigel could turn in his arms and face him. “No, it really isn’t.  I told her it was strange that the raccoons talked, because raccoons don’t talk. But she said it was a children’s book, and dismissed me when I stated it would be better as a nature book. Children read nature books too.”

“That they do, gorgeous.” Tossing the book aside, Nigel slipped his hands through Adam’s hair until they rested on the nape of his neck.

Beth Buckwald was undeserving of such an angel. The very fact that Adam had given her months of his life made Nigel’s blood boil. And now, this undeserving bitch had written a book inspired by his brilliant star; an affront Nigel refused to let go unanswered.

“Perhaps I should write a children’s nature book about the raccoons in Central Park, show her how it’s really done.”  Nigel gently stroked his thumbs along Adam’s jaw, breath hitching when he was rewarded by a brilliant smile.

“Oh you definitely should,” Adam beamed, blue eyes twinkling with delight. “You would do such an amazing job.”

“You think so, gorgeous?” Nigel preened.

“I know so,” Adam said nodding fervently, “I’ve heard you explain M-Brane theory to Darko.”

Nigel barked out a laugh.  His gorgeous husband most definitely had a point.  If he could get Darko to understand string theory, he could most definitely articulate to a bunch of kids why raccoons should exist in Central Park.  “I love you, Adam Raki, you know that?”

“Yes I know,” Adam said bluntly, surging forward to press his lips onto Nigel’s.  “And I love you too, Nigel Raki.”

.

“Okay, so tell me again why you’re writing a children’s book… on raccoons.”

“For the last time, motherfucker, it’s to prove a point,” Nigel said, flicking the pen he was using at Darko’s head.

Dodging the pen, Darko glanced over at him and snickered before crossing his arms across his chest.  “To Adam’s ex. Who you’ve never met.”

“Whom.”

“Fuck you, English is a stupid language,” Darko retorted, pushing back from the desk.  “Come look at this fucker and let me know if it’s what you wanted.”

Smirking, Nigel crossed the room, picking the pen off the floor before stopping to assess Darko’s drawing.  “This is…”

“Raccoons in a fucking park,”  Darko said smugly, appreciating Nigel’s loss of words over his work.

“Darko, this is gorgeous.”

“I still don’t know if I should use a set of constellations or the Milky Way for the background.”

Nigel ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the two options.  Logically, it should be Ursa Major and Minor since the raccoons were supposedly in Central Park, but an image of the Milky Way would be aesthetically superior.  They could possibly get away with the Milky Way, but only if they didn’t run the image by Adam first.  Then again, his brilliant star would probably have some choice words about the raccoons to begin with.

“Do the Milky Way. It’s more eye catching.”

“Whatever you say boss,” Darko said with a mock salute. “I still think this whole book business is absolutely ridiculous though.  What do you know about raccoons anyway?”  

Lighting a cigarette, Nigel settled back down on the couch and picked his notebook back up.  “I know that they have always existed in Central Park, and to assume they are there as an anomaly is juvenile at best.”

“Why would anyone assume that raccoons did not exist in Central Park?”

“Because they’re fucking morons,” Nigel said with a scoff.  “Ignorant, condescending bitches.”

“We’re back to this Beth chick again, aren’t we?”

With a groan, Nigel tossed the notebook aside again.  “I fucking hate that bitch.”

“Because your little spaceman dated her?”

“No,” Nigel spat with more venom than he had intended. “Because she never fucking bothered to understand him.  Bitch just assumed she knew better and that he needed changing.  Adam fucking Raki is perfect the way he is.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“I just don’t fucking understand why people automatically assume that different means broken.”  Nigel took a long drag of his cigarette before flicking the ash into the tray. “People should just be able to be themselves without someone complaining about a quirk they cannot fucking change.”

Darko hummed in agreement as he proceeded to paint the milky way across the top of the drawing.  “Like the raccoons.”

“Exactly.” Butting his cigarette, Nigel picked up the notebook and scribbled away furiously.  “Just like the mother fucking raccoons.  Why should they be seen as an invasive species?  They were fucking there first.  It ain’t their fault people came in and destroyed their homes.  They’re fucking scavengers, of course they’re gonna go through your trash.”

“They’re just behaving as nature intended.”

“Yea, fucking badass and cute.”

read the rest on Ao3

There would be a wedding. 


The Prince had finally presented.

Prince Adam was an alpha.

His second gender was a surprise to many as the Prince had very little alpha traits. The King was overjoyed, boasted to anyone and everyone that he’d known all along, and announced Adam’s accomplishment to a crowd of excited subjects the same morning Adam woke with a knot.

His intended, an omegan princess from Yorkia was summoned immediately and preparations began.

Adam on the other hand, wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea he would be married to someone he did not know and forced to try to love them.

An arranged marriage made very little sense to him because it seemed to be more arranged for everyone else but those who married.

He decided that because the Princess would have a lengthy travel time, he would escape to the market and experience life as a commoner before being forced into such a marriage.

At the same time not even miles away, Nigel Ibanescu was feeling the beginning effects of an unexpected heat he was pretending didn’t exist.

He had plenty of things to do that were much more important, such as snatch enough coin from the market to pay for his old mare’s shoes and also get a quick drink.

The ache in his joints was troublesome notice for how close his heat was. Nigel hadn’t had a decent partner for a heat in far too long and even longer since he’d been knotted. Still, despite the sudden comings of ache in him, he wasn’t stupid enough to get fucked by an alpha on a heat.

His old mare Franka slugged along the road to the market and Nigel felt wet all over, a feeling that was even worse when he made his destination.

The scent of alpha was overpowering.

He whined and held tight to the reigns, squeezed his legs together as others passed.

“Fuck.”

The first few that went by him were thankfully not alpha though his slick seemed to worsen by the second. He gritted his teeth and jumped down, tied up the reigns before he headed towards the crowd.

There was definite interest when he went through, though he never came close enough to any alpha to make his heat worse. He bumped into enough betas along the way who were easy targets to filch from.

He had just enough in his purse to get back to Franka when it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Alpha.

Continued in: 

Blue ~ A Spacedogs Regency A/B/O

I’ve seen the post about Darko needing more love and I completely agree! If you’re comfortable with it, would you write a Darko/Adam?

This isn’t even remotely what you wanted but I tried. I gave him AN Adam! Kinda! You just didn’t specify which one! *hides* 

Everyday like clockwork Darko made a strawberry milkshake and put it on the counter for his best customer. 

The Pit Stop had been in business for only a year, but Adam Raki was no doubt his favorite and best customer despite his naivete thinking this place was anything other than a drug laundering front. 

He had exactly two customers who came in to have lunch everyday and no one else: Adam and a little old woman named Elise who only ate the shitty pie he bought frozen from the market down the street. 

Adam’s arrival had forced him to actually start making food and bringing in staff, though most of his men looked at him funny they did as they were fucking told. 

A strawberry milkshake and a bowl of macaroni and cheese. 

That was Adam’s lunch and Darko felt an odd pride at being the one to give it. 

It took jealousy for him to realize why. 

Nigel flew in from Bucharest after officially ending his divorce, broken down and half dead even after a day of sleep. He dragged himself in to the Pit Stop at lunch one day and sat on the stool Adam would need in three minutes time. 

“Don’t sit there,” Darko mumbled, “Sit your ass someplace else.” 

Nigel grinned. “You mean this milkshake isn’t for me, brother? I’m hurt.” 

“It’s for–” 

The door jingled and they both turned just as Adam entered. 

“Who is that gorgeous creature?” 

Darko frowned. “He’s no one, just…” 

Adam walked over to the stool and stood beside it. “Excuse me, can you sit somewhere else?” 

Nigel smiled at him. “For you, Darling? Of course.” 

He moved two stools down and preceded to occupy Adam’s time for the rest of the afternoon. Darko grew increasingly angry every time he came back with something for Adam but was ignored. 

By the time Adam left to go back to work Nigel had his address, phone number, and a date. 

He winked at Darko when he left. 

Darko pushed over the salt shakers and felt an abnormal satisfaction at the sound they made breaking. 

Fucking Nigel. 

The next day when Adam didn’t come in for lunch he thought it was a fluke. 

It wasn’t. 

Nigel and Adam became lovers in a month when it had taken Darko almost a year to get him to smile. 

Then something amazing happened. 

“So, Adam has a cousin.” 

Darko rolled his eyes at Nigel over beer, still bitter that he’d taken Adam away even before Darko could get remotely close to him.

“What the fuck do I care?” 

“He’s coming to stay in the states for two weeks and I don’t want him to ruin my sex life so I said he could stay here.” 

Darko groaned. “Seriously, brother? Why would I want Adam’s boring cousin to take up in my place?” 

Nigel pulled out his phone and scrolled through before he turned to show Darko a picture. 

The man could’ve been Adam’s twin brother they looked so much alike. 

“When does he arrive? Does he need a lift?” 

Nigel grinned. “Tomorrow, and no. He’s renting a bike.” 

Darko’s dick twitched. “He likes motorcycles?” 

“As far as I know,” Nigel laughed, “According to his cousin, Adam Towers likes just about anything.” 

Hey hon, for the mash-up ask: 21 and 86 💖💖💖

21. Dystopian AU & 86. I Didn’t Mean to Turn you On 

Nigel had never been around a robot before Adam. 

Yeah he’d seen them on old televids and even walked by a few dead ones on the road but he’d never been really “around” one. 

Which was why he never saw one take fuel before. 

Fuel sticks were sold on the cheap now, mostly mixes of garbage that in turn made into long thick bars that easily fit in whatever it was you wanted to work just a little while. He figured Adam would need several hundred a day and Darko easily could get that with the money they’d gotten sceltching from idiots who thought they knew what arming their camp really entailed. 

So he gave them to the robot and his eyes lit up, He immediately took one into his mouth and started to suck on the fuel stick in the most obscene way that Nigel couldn’t look away. 

His mouth was artificial, Nigel knew that in theory and could see flecks of metal seeping through after such a long disuse. But fuck, he could feel his cock twitch when Adam hollowed his cheeks that started to turn pink with life again.  By the time he was done with the third, Adam stopped to stare at him curiously. 

“Your pupils are dilated, Nigel.” 

Nigel licked his lips. “Yeah, Star. They are. You…uh…what was it that you did for your owner again?” 

Adam blinked. “I was a computer programmer and money manager at Gromer Savings and Loan back in 2018. My program went defunct and my battery was on reserve for the last eleven years till you found me.” 

“Ah,” Nigel said, “Do you…always take them like that? The sticks?” 

“The heat from my mouth warms the dehydrated fuel lodges and they make their way through my systems. How else would you have me take them?” 

Nigel laughed and shook his head. “Nevermind, Star. Have a good time.” 

He got up from the chair beside Adam’s care station and was about to leave when Adam grabbed his arm. 

“Nigel?” 

“I’ll be in my bunk, Adam. Okay?” 

“Are you sexually aroused?” 

Nigel pulled his arm away and laughed. “You just cut right to it then, don’t you?” 

“I can detect an abnormal heart rate and your penis is…” 

Nigel stomped out of the room. “Just eat your food!” 

Adam stared at the many more sticks in the box. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you! I will turn off my auditory senses if you need release!” 

Nigel swore from the next room and Adam flipped off his auditory senses just to be polite. 

After all, Nigel had gotten him a meal and deserved privacy in his sexual release. 

He sucked on another stick and thought for a moment about Nigel’s release, his cheeks turning red at the idea of a human experiencing ejaculation while thinking of him. 

The idea made his own member stir and he was surprised to feel sexual excitement for the very first time. 

Perhaps when he was finished, he’d ask Nigel about sexual intercourse. 

Things posted this month on Patreon:

A Ghost Story ~ Chapter Nine for $3+ (Chapter Eight now for all patrons)

Spacedogs Regency Prince ABO for Summertimeslick

Fur Baby ~ Hannigram Season 4

Update of Rules to Break ~ Spacedogs (Will post on ao3 when finished)

Update of Alpha Mart ~ Hannigram (Will post on ao3 when finished)

The convenience store was out of chocolate carrots.

Adam stared at the dog shifter behind the counter and tried not to cry. “You always have them.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I thought we had some but—“

Adam held his belly. “I need them.”

“I—“

There was a sudden familiar scent and he looked behind him.

It was the panther.

Jean.

His brother’s mate was not his favorite person but he was better than the dog.

“They don’t have my chocolate carrots.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed. “I see. Sir, could you please tell me why a store that normally carries every brand of popular chocolate would not carry the most popular brand preferred by rabbit shifters? Are you against rabbits personally?”

The dog shook his head. “No, I…I…lemme look in the back. Maybe we have some.”

He took off running and Adam’s stomach growled. “Thank you.”

“You should have everything you want especially when you’re with child.”

Adam felt the babies kick. “They agree with you, I think.”

“Your mate should not let you out alone in such a state. It’s unsafe.”

Adam glared at him. “Nigel isn’t my keeper, he’s my mate. There aren’t mates who rule and ones who don’t. We’re partners. Do you rule Adam, Jean?”

“I did not mean offense. I just find it odd that you’re in this situation without your wolf.”

Adam’s hand shook as he raised it only for the dog to come back.

“I found some! A whole box!”

He put the open box on the counter and went to take it out a small bag but Jean put a hand over his.

“We will take the whole case.”

He put down two hundred dollar bills.

“I won’t eat that many and they go bad fast.”

Jean smiled. “You are not the only one who eats them.”

Continued in 

Some Bunny’s in Trouble 

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Adam leaned into Nigel’s side, breathed in his scent and stared up as the next firework lit the sky.

He heard nothing, the noise canceling earphones on his head made easy for him to watch the lovely bursts of light in the sky without the sound that upset him.

He felt Nigel’s hand curl around his back and purred. The content feeling overwhelmed him, the alpha’s scent a comfort more than anything in his life.

Most omegas had to be mated for moments like this, for alpha closeness like he and Nigel had. But he got lucky several months before when Nigel climbed into the wrong window and they started a deep friendship.

He leaned his head back and scented Nigel’s shirt, a deep rumble vibrated through as he watched.

Nigel took his hand and traced an O followed by a K then a question mark.

Adam nodded, smiled at him and Nigel smiled back.

A warm touch to his cheek Adam leaned into and he leaned forward for more.

Nigel mouthed something and Adam frowned, he didn’t know what Nigel said but feared to take off the headphones.

The alpha put a hand on his other cheek and looked upset, which Adam didn’t like at all. He liked being close to Nigel, loved it even, and–

Adam blinked.

Oh.

He pounced and knocked Nigel down, the hard top of the roof possibly uncomfortable but Adam found he didn’t care. The first touch of lips made him melt into Nigel, and wiggle against him when Nigel rolled them again.

Adam licked his lips when Nigel smiled down at him, traced his mouth with one finger and across his cheek.

He traced O and K again, followed by the question mark as Adam saw another firework go off above them. Adam pulled him in for another kiss that he was certain answered for him, and when Nigel wiggled them closer together Adam saw fireworks.