#Doberman Cop

[blackryan53]

千葉真一   Sonny Chiba

ドーベルマン刑事     Doberman Cop  1977

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[kojandra]

✨dramas i watched in 2024 and my ratings for them✨

May contain spoilers <3

1. A Shop for Killers, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Oh this has set the bar for 2024 already....where is next season!!! Had me hooked I didn't even realize it was a series and not a movie. Only complaint is that it needs to be longer!

2. Doctor Slump ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Watched it for the mains but fell in love with the characters. Burnout talk is necessary and I loved seeing Ha Neul's mom/family grow...as a family. The acceptance of Jeong Woo and his story was so so heartwarming and heartbreaking. I would have ate this up three years ago, but I feel like I've seen this before.

3. Flex x Cop ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Nice story that kept me engaged though a bit cheesy! A fun watch but I feel like it will not my best "fun" watch this year.

4. Queen of Tears ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ all the rom com tropes and soo hyun x ji won .....need I say more?

5. Military Prosecutor Doberman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Decided to try another one of Ahn Bo Hyun's drama after Flex x Cop was not a hit. This was MUCH better. I learned a lot about military corruption....but something isn't hitting.

5. The Whirlwind ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 Okay, political dramas are Kim Hee Ae's THING bc this was so good. Only thing I hated was that her character was a bit weak in such crucial times....opposite of what she preached and not very girl boss of her smh.

6. Connection ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Watched it for Mi Do but oh my godddd????? A story about friendship in sick and twisted way that I can't help but love. Beginning to end...pacing was amazing, casting amazing, binged it so hard....wish I could watch it for the first time again.

7. The Frog ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (ngl i watched this for chanyeol). Did I just watch a masterclass in acting or what!? Must watch. But I am also in a thriller/murder mystery vibe this year I guess.

8. Collectors (Movie, 2020) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 no 'cause why did I like that??? A story about a corporate chairman that likes dynasty relics and a group of grave diggers that are hired to find a very specific relic. That's all I'll say. But c'mon....

9. Good Partner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The last divorce law drama I watched was Divorce Attorney Shin, I believe (highly rec that one if you like law dramas!). Attorney Shin focused a lot on the main character's personal vengeance and this one focuses on the job itself. Justice for

10. Sweet & Sour (Movie, 2021) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Girl, just watch it. Quick synopsis: how a couple navigates a long term relationship. I thought this was gonna be fun and not that deep but oh myyyyy I was seated. Watch until the end!!!

11. Love Next Door ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Oh they're so cute. They're so cute! The last time I saw Hae-In was in D.P. and this was so refreshing. Neighbourhood friends....fall in love? Sign me up!!! Took off a star because the characters got on my nerves after a while. Seung-ho loser era was not cool!!

12. Miss Night and Day ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 Watched for Lee Jung Eun and Choi Jin Hyuk but got hooked! Fantasy drama about a 28 year old that cannot seem to pass the civil exam and find a job. She got possessed by her dead Aunt though. That's when the fun starts ;) Annoying last two episodes though....

13. Work Later, Drink Now ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ If you liked Hello, My Twenties! you will LOVE this. Loved this trio. Watch it! (Slice of life-esque).

14. Work Later, Drink Now 2 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Something different but the same magic as the first series. Love the introduction of new characters and their significance in the girls' lives. Important character development too. Fight and then make up! That's life.

15. Mr. Plankton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Took off a star not because it was bad, but because it was so SAD. Must watch for this pairing and this chemistry. It's currently January 9th...as I'm looking through this list.....I got reminded again how sad this drama was. NEVER again.

16. Virtuous Business ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This was a fun! one! I loved seeing the friend group develop. The need for a thriller sub plot in all dramas is killing me though ahhaha

17. Marry My Husband ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ binged this and honestly wTF just happened? That was so good LOL. All the characters the viewer is supposed to hate is just soooo hateable. Good on MC! For living her life!

18. The Judge from Hell - y'all I dropped it. It got repetitive :( But it was so good at the start. Not my cup of tea, I guess.

18. When the Phone Rings ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Honestly this was about to be a five star in December. I waited until the last episode aired to finish this list. Chemistry was off the charts, story was so wattpad but I ate it up, pacing was soooo good.....but..........all of a sudden there were two episodes that had their own crazy story line at the end. Using an ongoing genocide for plot rubs me the wrong way, I cannot get over that.

Dramas from this list I'll rewatch in the future: A shop for killers, queen of tears, miss night and day, work later drink now

[dramashutup]

Should I watch Military Prosecutor Doberman for Ahn Bo Hyun? Ngeeeeee i started being a fan after 19th Life and Young Actors' Retreat and then Flex x Cop and I just....love his dimple and height and voice and his acting and and-

[melmedarda]

Here's a fun little question. If the cast of Arcane had dogs, what breeds would they have?

[bitchthefuck1]

I feel like everybody has at least one highly specific AU that just rotates in their brain 24/7 like a rotisserie chicken

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Ahn Bo Hyun for #legend (2025).

[chaussetteblanche]

I know it;s barely been posted yesterday, but I definitely need more Jason x biker!reader.

Wonder how it will go on :D

A/N : thanks for the request babes !! and thanks for you patience, this was a while ago !

Jason todd is a doberman boyfriend

he definitely loves going on rides with you

he thinks it's the peak of romance

he might slap your ass if he gets the chance

if you guys have your bluetooth connected, he's constantly telling you how good you look on your bike

"holy shit, your ass looks great from back here,"

"damn, you looked really good while passing that car, babe,"

"you know what you'd look even better riding?"

he'd drive in front of you if having him behind you made you nervous, but he would prefer to be behind, as to be able to have more control on any situation which might arise

he's a doberman boyfriend

and a mirror smashing king

when you're riding, he usually prefers to stay behind you so he can keep an eye on you

if you've seen those tiktoks of people defending their friends on bikes by chasing after cars, smashing mirrors or that kind of shit > 100% Jason

he might chase after a car if it cut you off, tried to merge into you, drove too close to you,... basically if it did anything to disrespect you or put you in unnecessary danger

sometimes that pisses you off though, you're a strong person and you can handle your shit, but he likes to handle it for you

let's say a car tries to merge into your lane and barely misses you because you swerve

and on top of being scared for your life, you're angry, so you start gesticulating around, telling the guy (because of course it's man) to roll down his window so you can yell at him

and he does, but only to flip you off

you decide it's not worth it and speed up to not have to deal with him anymore, telling Jason through your helmets

but Jason has other things in mind

bad, violent, illegal things

picture this huge pile of muscle of a man on an equally huge and scary bike slowly pull up next to you on the highway, murder on his mind

let's be real, the guy is most likely still going to therapy because of this encounter

but Jason sees red, this man put you in danger, and if you hadn't reacted and gotten out of the way- Jason doesn't want to think about that

and on top of that, he'd disrespected you

Jason can't let that slide, so he pulls up next to the car, glowers at the driver through his mirrored visor before tearing his side mirror off and smashing it into the car's window

the driver panics, starts screaming at Jason that he's totally crazy and that he's going to call the cops

Jason grins because both of you have your plates tucked, shaking his head

he finally catches up with you, tapping your ass lovingly as he passes by you

you didn't see what Jason did because you were busy filtering through trafic and trying to calm down

"did you see that guy?" you ask hotly, ranting about how dangerous it all was

"he's taken care of, sweets, don't worry your pretty head about it,"

"oh god, Jason, what did you do?"

he just smiles, feeling good about keeping you safe on and off the road

with him, you get scary dog privileges wherever you go, big doberman bf vibes

just imagine you, happily walking around shopping or whatever and this 6 foot something mountain behind you, glaring at everybody who dares to breathe in your direction

he definitely carries everything, especially your helmet if you guys go and have went somewhere together on your bikes, he’s got huge hands and has this special way of carrying both your helmets in one hand (it's so he can hold your hand with the other)

loves having you as a backpack

loves being your backpack too, although he’s definitely handsy, but only when you’re stopped though !!! he would never put you in any sort of danger !!!

but yeah, if you have boobs, he might grab them at a red light (if you don't, no worries, he'll find something else to grab)

he will come pick you up anywhere, anytime, just say the word and he is there (in record time too)(google maps hates him)

will carry your helmet around his arm for literal miles, even though it’s really heavy and uncomfortable, just so you can backpack

helmet kisses, all the time

he definitely goofs around at long red lights and will come up and hump your bike out of nowhere

of course, everybody is looking and you’re just 😑

if you ride a bike but know nothing about bikes (me) he will be your mechanician, garage guy, therapist and more

bike won't start ? call Jason

bike making weird noises ? show Jason

bike needs any kind of service of fixing ? Jason is already there, doing it for you

this is all I have for now, but feel free to request more stuff :)

[ihavethedreamies]

In the Doghouse | Yeosang [NSFW]

Kang Yeosang - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Pairing: Dog-Hybrid!Yeosang x Cat-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Period, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Kitten, Love), Swearing, Kissing, Biting/Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (F! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…), Breeding Kink (u3u)

Trigger Warning: There is some talk of abuse and/or neglect in this. It doesn't go into detail, but the reader in beginning is living with a cruel relative. It's not related to Yeosang or the relationship between the two. Also, Yeosang is a 'Police Dog', but there is very little talk of police and cops.

Author's Note: This is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a knotted doggy cock. Yeosang is supposed to be a Doberman, even though the breed wasn't in this time period. This is set in the late Victorian Era of London, and sorry if it's not completely accurate to the time.

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"Geddat fuckin' cat!" You hear the storekeeper’s shout echo through the narrow street as you dash in the opposite direction. You clutch the bag closer to you, hoping to hide it from prying eyes. You purposefully wrap your tail around your leg, hoping to make it less obvious, ears flattening to your head to blend in with your hair. Turning a narrow corner into an alley, you hear some footsteps against the cobblestone behind you, but they run past where you enter. Leaving the alley into the opposite street, you turn the way you had come, back toward your house. Sliding into another back alley, you place the strings of the bag in your mouth. Without stopping, you jump up onto the ladder hanging down from your second-story window. Climbing up the rungs, you pull the window open all the way and jump into your bedroom. Unhooking the rope and wood ladder from the windowsill, you reel it in and shut the window. Panting for breath, you rest against the wall, sliding down so you’re sitting on the floor. Heaving for air, you glance at the bag that you brought it, laying in a heap on the floor under the window. Finally, when you can breathe easily enough, you get on your knees so you can reach and grab the sack, opening it. Inside, the two loaves of bread are still steaming and your stomach rumbles in desire.

"Man, I wan’ a fish…" You sniff in displeasure, tail whipping angrily behind you. It’s bad enough you have to steal food to eat, but all you can typically manage is some bread or maybe potatoes. As you stand to close your door so you can enjoy your haul, you hear banging from downstairs. Someone is pounding on the door. You hear your aunt call for the person to hold on and you stand still, staring at the open door of your bedroom. Did they really find you? They never have before…

"Hello, madam. I hate to bother you, but I was told that a thief might have made their way into your second story window." You hear from down the hall, at the base of the stairs. Your eyes widen in panic, and you pray that your aunt will cover for you. Fat chance.

"Second story? You've got to… (Y/N) get down here, right now!" She screeches and your ears flatten at the noise. Stepping forward as quietly as you can, you stick your head out just enough to look past the door frame to see your aunt standing halfway up the stairs. Her own tail is swinging back and forth with ire and her arms are crossed. The nastiest look you’ve ever seen is on her face and you click your tongue.

"What did you steal this time, you lazy stray!" She hisses and you shuffle out of the room, bag hanging limply from your hand at your side. There’s a man in a police uniform in the doorway, and next to him…A dog hybrid. He’s…beautiful, honestly. Prettier than you for sure. His hair is longer, with a slight wave at the end of the black strands, two tall, pointed ears sticking out from the top of his head. You can’t see a tail, so it’s probably docked into a nub. The hairs at the back of your neck and base of your tail rise, shoulders tensing as you get to the top of the staircase. His sharp eyes meet yours, and you know that's how they found you. Fuckin’ police dogs…

"Give me that!" Your aunt swipes the bag from you, her claw-like nails scratching your hands, making you pull them back. Holding your other hand over the red marks, you glare hard at her when she opens the sack.

"Bread?! You stole bread?!" She hisses, fierce eyes searing holes into your skull.

"Maybe if you don’t fuckin' starve me, I wudduna had ta'!" You hiss back and you flinch as you see her raise her hand.

"Now, madam, it’s nothing to harm her over. We'll take her to the station." A smooth, deep voice prompts you to open your eyes, seeing the guard dog holding the wrist of your nasty aunt. His grip is loose, so as not to dig his thick claws into your aunt's skin. He should have though… Your aunt takes her arm away from him when he lets her go and you’re more willing to go with him then stay there any longer. Honestly, jail would be a welcome change. You follow the dog down the stairs and your aunt goes as well, handing the stolen loaves to the human officer. With a strong hand on your bicep, the police dog leads you further down the street, his partner following.

"Do you really steal because she starves you?" The elder officer asks you, his tone gentler than you expected. Your aunt isn’t poor, by any means, but you live in what’s equivalent to a storage room.

"I only getta potato every other day if I don't." Your tail flicks nervously, ear flicking when a drop of water hits it. Glancing up at the sky, you sneer at the gathering clouds, feeling another drop land on your face. You wiggle your nose, feeling the drop most likely wash a trail of dirt off your face.

"She doesn't feed you any meat?" The dog furrows his brow, letting you go, eyes zigzagging over you. It’s evident your clothes are somehow too big and too small at the same time, and your boots are old.

"Alley bastards don't deserve meat." You spit out the words you’re so used to hearing. It isn’t your fault that your mother slept with a commoner, but your aunt and grandparents take it out on you. The only reason your mother's sister took you in was because she gets a tax cut for listing you as living with her.

"How old are you, Miss (Y/N)?" The human officer asks.

"Twenty…somethin'…" You aren’t for sure, never celebrated your birthday.

"I think the baker will be willing to forgive if we return the bread. Yeosang?" The officer looks at the dog and you do as well.

"The poverty shelter doesn't take cats, does it? Just dogs?"

"Yessir." The dog, Yeosang, sighs, glancing back to you. The rain seems to be waiting as well, only a few drops falling as you look nervously between the two men. What are they going to do with you?

"She can stay with me, if that’s alright with her." Yeosang casts you a look, his gaze warm and you blink in shock. Charity? Wow, you’ve heard of it before…

"Any where’s better than auntie's…" Your tail is still whipping and the elder officer nods with a hum.

"Thank you, son. You may get off your shift early. Make sure she gets a good hot meal." The human smiles warmly himself and heads off toward the bakery, bread bag in hand.

"Are ya sure? I'm notta hassle?"

"No, kitten. Let's get you some meat." The hand that had been on your arm goes to your upper back so he can pull you to walk next to him, then he leads you presumably to his home. Right as you get under the awning over his front door, the rain starts to pour.

~υ-υ~

"Slow down, love. There's plenty." The dog is way gentler with you than you expected. His home is nice and warm, cozy, and smells good. He’s presented you with bread that he’d bought the day before, as well as some cured meats, cheese, even some fruit. Not sure where to start, you reach carefully for a slice of summer sausage and then your vision goes red, your appetite raring to full force. Yeosang huffs in amusement, able to hear the rapid purr you let out as you eat. When he removed his uniform coat, he just had on a thin white button up underneath. The shirt does very little to hide the obvious muscle underneath, the buttons struggling to hold still over his chest. As you started to eat, he rolls the sleeves up to above his elbow, showing toned forearms. He eats more leisurely, and once you’re no longer ravenous, you slow your pace. You take each chance you get to look over him, he’s absolutely stunning.

"Yer' from the far east, yah?" You ask around a mouthful of different things you’ve just shoved in. He hums with a nod and your eyes flick to the water ewer he’s set on the table, and he pours some into a stein. Eagerly taking the drink, you chug it down, a little bit of the water dripping past your bottom lip. Letting out a groaning exhale after you’ve gotten everything down, you slump in your chair. You haven't felt so full in so long and you weren’t expecting to get a nice meal when you stole the bread.

"Are ya' likes…a saint or somethin?" You ask, not sure why he’d help you.

"Pardon me?"

"You know, like those folks in the Bible that help…saints or whatever…" Your nail clicks against the glass cup you’re holding. You aren’t very educated, but you try to retain what little bit of information you have learned.

"Oh, um, no. I think I would just qualify as generous." He smiles bashfully and you let out an 'ah' in realization.

"Thanks for the meal…I um, I don’t wanna go home but…"

"You don't have to go back there, kitten." The dog smiles, his own pointed ear drooping a bit along with his pitying gaze. Normally that look pisses you off, but you just feel bashful then.

"Do you have somewhere I can go, then?"

"I told you; you can stay here. I have a spare room anyway. It's hard for women to find work, harder yet for a cat hybrid…" He pauses to think it seems.

"I-I can clean! Or, uh…well, I'm good at physical stuff, I can run…places." You aren’t sure what else specifically you can do, your only 'skill' is cleaning. Or stealing.

"If you want to help with housekeeping, that's up to you. I am more worried how people might see a man and woman living together outside of marriage." The dog grimaces a bit.

"Oh. Right." You hadn't thought about that… It’s one thing for normal everyday people, but he’s a public officer.

"What if ya’ hire me? As yer' official housekeep? That won’t look suspect, yeah?" You offer.

"That’ll probably work. For now. Here." He stands up, motioning for you to follow him. You do so, going toward the narrow front entryway and then up the steep stairs to his second floor. There’s a room to the left, but he lets you into the one on the right, the door right on the landing. It’s pretty bare, and to most, small. However, it’s way bigger than where you’d been before and has a real bed.

"I-I can really stay here?" You feel your throat tighten, stepping further in.

"Of course, love. Tomorrow we can figure out the details, why don't you get some sleep?" You turn back to look at him, that warm and sincere smile still present. Overcome with emotion, you pounce forward, wrapping your arms around his toned middle, cheek to his chest.

"Thank you, Yeosang!" You sniff, trying not to bawl. He rests his hand on your head, thumb rubbing the back of your ear.

"You're welcome, (Y/N)."

~₸u₸~

Over the next two months, you live the best days of your life. Yeosang has commented that his house has never looked so clean, even though it wasn’t messy before. After the third day there, and you’d thrown up from overeating, you pace yourself more. Finally, you’re used to being well fed, and you no longer look like you’re actually starving. The second week you’re there, he takes you to a tailor and buys you two new outfits, ones that actually fit. You prefer the simple shirt and pants, but he also gets you a simple dress that’s a soft blue. You cried. You’ve been crying a lot, so touched by how sweet he is.

One day, you’re in the market to buy a few things. No one that you have stolen from in the past knows it’s you. Combined with being healthy and clean, you’re also in a nice dress and your hair is done.

"(Y/N)!?" The voice makes you stop cold, hand still reaching for a squash on the seller's stall table. Your aunt.

"You stupid twat!" She screeches and before you can register where she is, her hand is in your hair, claws scratching your scalp. You yowl, dropping your basket, potatoes and apples rolling away. People gasp, turning to watch the fight, but not stepping in to help.

"I've had to pay more than ever now that you left! I had to pay a bloody fine as well, endangering a ward or something! You little whore! I know you're living with a man not your husband! What would your mother think, you raising your tail for a dog?!" She’s screaming, hissing and spitting. You try to get her to let you go, but don’t want to fight and ruin your dress. You know the words she’s speaking aren’t true, but the people around don’t, and you don’t want the negative gossip to go against Yeosang. When a blowing whistle hits your ears, you mewl in relief, rapid footsteps nearing. The horrible woman is pulled away from you, and you slump into a pile, holding your head.

"(Y/N), are you okay, love?" Yeosang is quick to your side, looking over your head. A growl is rumbling in his chest as he shoots a searing glare at the other woman. You don’t look up to see who the other officers are subduing her, burying your head in Yeosang's chest to hide.

"Oh, kitten." He whines, holding you to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he easily lifts you, carrying you toward home, ignoring the stares and whispers.

~

As you sit on the table, he dabs at the scratches with a cloth dipped in alcohol, the disinfectant stinging. You wince again and he apologizes, trying to be gentle.

"Did you hear what she said?" you whisper. Your eyes are glossing over the bottle next to you, brain trying to process the letters you see. Yeosang has been teaching you, but you can only read the big word, 'VODKA'.

"It's not true, so it doesn't matter." he whispers back.

"Maybe…I should leave?" Your voice cracks, really not wanting to follow through with the suggestion. The cloth on your head leaves and he steps back, hand going to your chin to tilt your head back. He looks over your face, noticing your red blotchy cheeks and glossy eyes.

"Why?"

"Because…what if it comes back and hurts you…?" You sniff, trying to avoid his eyes. His hand leaves your chin, but then both go to cup your cheeks.

"(Y/N), kitten, I would be heartbroken if you left." The dog's deep voice is so warm, soft, like his hugs.

"Yeah?" He wipes a tear away from your eye and smiles, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yes. If you're so worried…" He drifts off, one hand leaving your jaw to take yours.

"What if we get married?" He finishes and it’s like time stops. Your ears start to ring, and you slowly lift your head back up to look him in the eye again.

"What?" Your voice is so soft that if he wasn’t a dog or another hybrid, he probably wouldn’t have heard.

"(Y/N), I know it's only been a couple months, but I've fallen in love with you. I want you to stay with me." He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. You burst into tears then, crying hard, harder than you have before, babbling nonsense.

"I-I-I want to stay too!" You cry and he pulls you into his chest, thumb rubbing the back of your ear.

"Then?"

"I wanna be your wife." You mumble, sniffing hard so you don’t drip snot on his uniform shirt.

~

The next few minutes are practically a blur, your mind finally catches up as your back hits his bed, his lips fervently pressing to yours. His breath is heaving, chest rumbling and his sandalwood and rosewater scent is growing stronger. You feel like he’s going to swallow you whole, and you wonder why it’s said cats and dogs don’t get along. You’ve never felt so loved unconditionally and wholly but by Yeosang, a dog, despite that you’re a cat. An alley cat at that. In that moment though, you truly see him as a big, strong working dog, easily surrounding the little stray cat that has been taken into his home. But instead of growling and scaring the little kitty, the big pup has laid down and wrapped around the small cat, protecting and loving her.

"Your tongue's rough." He huffs in amusement, only pulling back a second before his mouth seals back to yours, tongue wrapping around your smaller one. You whimper and mewl, head growing hazy from his kisses. Your back arches as his mouth leaves yours, trailing to your jaw and down to your neck. As he unbuttons your dress, he licks and sucks over the skin revealed, tugging at the fabric to get it over your breasts so he can shuck it off. The dress floats down to the floor behind him, settling on the floor with a flutter. Once you’re down to your undergarments, nothing more than a thin chemise and light set of stays, he sits up to kneel over you. He’s luckily taken his uniform jacket off earlier, because in his haste to remove his shirt, two of the buttons fly off, clattering against the wood floor. You have seen him shirtless before, but never had the opportunity to touch, so you have to take the chance. Yeosang chuckles, his ears drooping a bit in pleasure as your small, warm hands run over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. He really is physical perfection. Biting your lip, your hands go to work on his belt, and he takes the chance to untie your stays. You feel a little more air flow easier through your lungs as he pulls the garment off and you squeak as he moves. Quickly, so quickly, he pulls your chemise off as well, leaving you bare, and essentially picks you up and tosses you back up the bed. As you try to get your bearings, you don’t notices him resting his stomach on the bed.

“Y-Yeosang!” Your nails dig fast into the sheets as his long tongue lapped a path through your slit. A growl rumbles from him and his hands hold your thighs apart so he can slide his tongue into your cunt, the feeling makes you twitch and shiver. He’s breathing so hard through his nose you feel the puffs of air against your clit, tail flicking against the bed. Something is rising fast in your tummy, and he can feel your gummy walls clench unevenly around his tongue. The dog’s nose bumps your clit once more and you nearly squeal as your orgasm hits. He eagerly drinks up the slick that flows from you, licking his chops as he pulls away once you’re done. He smiles down at you, softly, admiring your red face and heaving chest. Before you can really come to reality, he’s flips you onto your stomach. There’s some rustling, and you’re too busy trying to register what just happened, the next thing you know, his bare body is laying over yours. He doesn’t rest down too hard, he’s bigger and heavier, but you shiver at his skin on yours, hard chest to your back. You shiver as his hard cock nestles in the crook your ass.

"Big as my fuckin' arm…" You huff to yourself, and he chuckles, biting his lip, chest rumbling.

"Think your sweet cunt can take it?" His deep voice right in your ear is in itself orgasmic and your core is rapidly heating. You’re pretty sure you haven't had a heat in so long from being in poor health, and so it seems your system needs to compensate. Your entire body is rapidly rising in temperature, he can tell from where his skin pressed to yours. The delightful scent of vanilla and lavender you normally exude growing stronger, the aroma filling his lungs. You whimper when his strong arm wraps under your stomach, lifting your hips into the air as he grinds his cock against your weeping folds. He isn’t normally one for crass language likes you, but he’s spewing sweet filth as you try to formulate a thought to respond. The heat is nearly growing painful, and even though he’s huge and you inexperienced, you need him inside.

"Such a pretty pussy, kitten. Bet it's leaking so much to let me in. Take my cock and my knot." He groans when he runs his thumb up your slit, gathering your slick that’s nearly dripping from your core.

"Want me to ruin your cunt, love? Split you open, fuck you silly, then pump you full. I wonder if a kitty can even get pregnant by a dog. Guess we'll find out…" It seems your heat is sending him into a semi-rut, his mind is full of nothing but sinking into you and fucking you into the mattress. He’s honestly wanted to for weeks but has tried to keep the thoughts away.

"Y-Yeosang! Please!" You mewl, nails digging into his pillow, tail flailing back and forth. You yowl when his strong hand grabs your tail at the base, wrapping some of the length around his fist, tugging on it. He smirks as your cunt let out another glob of slick from the sensation, your rapid purr growing in strength.

"Not just my wife, but my mate. Want your womb to hold my pups…" The male chuckles, adjusting to press the fat head of his leaking cock against your core. You shiver, a bit worried he’s too big, but you need him. And his knot.

"Hold on, kitten." He licks his lips to prevent the saliva that has gathered from leaking, holding the base of your tail and hip for leverage. Your breath hitches, cunt spasming as he starts to press in. He watches in delight as your folds eagerly stretch and suck his cock in, even more slick spilling out, leaving a puddle on his bed. The base of his cock has already started to swell a bit, but he isn’t going to knot you so soon. No, he’s going to have his way with you for a good long while first.

"Fuck!" You squeal, claws puncturing his bedding, teeth digging into the pillow. His hot cock is searing through you, the burn of the stretch just fueling the fire in your womb further. Tears sprung to your eyes and you gasp for air, intense waves of pleasure crashing over you, sending you to climax before he’s even halfway in. Yeosang feels your gummy walls clench and pulse around him, and he throws his head back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he groans. The grip on your tail tightens just a bit and you cry out at his slow ease, but his restraint is wavering.

"J-just do it, 'Sang~" You mewl, sparks of arousal shooting up your spine from your tail. He don’t hesitate with your consent, and he snaps his hips to bury the last few inches into your hot vice. Your vision spots as the head of his dick presses at your womb, hips pressed to your backside. He sits there for a bit, letting you get used to the searing pleasure, grinding down into you every so often. As he hears your breathing even out a bit more, you let out a big shudder and he releases your tail, falling forward so his hands catch him on the bed. The dog lets out a small whimper, furrowing his brow. A clawed hand goes to your sternum, and he helps you hold yourself up on your arms, so your back is parallel to his chest. His nose runs over your shoulder, right next to your neck and your body tenses in preparation, your cunt tightening even further. With a little lick, his teeth dig into your skin, and he sucks and licks as he bites, sealing you as his mate. Your eyes roll back into your head, most of your strength leaving you as you cum again, spurts of slick drenching his groin and balls. Pulling back from the mark, he licks the blood away and you fall onto your chest, using what little strength you have left to grip the already torn sheets.

"Ready?" He doesn’t wait for your response, slowly puling his hips back, cock halfway in, then fucks back into you. You yelp, his rapid and hard pace is immediate, no build up, and your brain is ending up as fucked as your cunt. You’re babbling and mewling, tail thrashing before he grips it once more, holding your hips still as his batters against your ass. His free hand snakes down to your stomach, and he groans at the shallow bulge that’ll form each time he buries to the hilt, your tiny body straining to take him. You bite the pillow again, using it to muffle your scream as he plows through another one of your orgasms. His thrusts grow shallower, burying deep each time and fucking back in just by an inch, hard and grinding. Your eyes cross when the base of your core starts to burn once more, pussy searing as his knot starts to swell. He whimpers between grunts and growls, head thrown back, sweat slick black strands tickling his upper back.

"I'm going to breed you, kitten. Fill you with my seed till you have my pups. Even if it takes all night." He groans as your cunt flutters once more and he gives one more hard thrust, letting his knot swell. You gasp and heave at the feeling; he hasn’t even begun to cum yet. When the hot spurts start to fill you, flooding your weeping womb, you nearly pass out. The sticky fluid dowses the fire that your body had set, and his hips jolt with each squirt, pressing as deep as he can. As the waves of his orgasm fade, he lets your tail go, falling forward once more, heaving for breath himself. You’re breathing heavily, but otherwise quiet and he glances down to look at your face. You’re still conscious, barely, eyes staring blankly at the wall, tears drying on your cheek and drool has left a dark spot under your mouth. Gently, so much so compared to his rough fucking, he pets your hair, pulling a few strands away from your sweaty brow.

"I love you, (Y/N)." He whispers and he notices your lips quirk gently into a small smile.

"Love you too~"

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[blackryan53]

千葉真一   Sonny Chiba

ドーベルマン刑事     Doberman Cop  1977

[dramashutup]

Watching Military Prosecutor Doberman while sculpting air-dry clay to sell

Man I have a lot to say about this drama ofc i do lol

[the-most-humble-blog]

Is My Dog a Racist Asshole?

Let’s face it: dogs are supposed to be man’s best friend—loyal, loving, nonjudgmental. But lately, I’ve been having some serious questions about my furry companion’s moral compass. Is my dog…a racist asshole?

It all started when I noticed a pattern. Every time my neighbor (who just happens to be Black) walks by, my dog loses his mind. Barking, growling, foaming at the mouth like he’s auditioning for Cujo 2: Cancel Culture Edition. But when the FedEx guy, who looks like the living embodiment of a suspicious character, shows up? Nothing. Not a peep.

Dinner Table Diplomacy

I’ve tried addressing the issue like an adult. We’ve had countless conversations over dinner—well, I talk, and he wolfs down his food, completely ignoring me like I don’t exist. No eye contact, no apology, nothing. Just chomping on kibble while I’m pouring my heart out about the importance of equality and being a decent canine citizen.

At this point, I’m questioning everything. Does he even know the Civil Rights Movement happened? Does he have some internalized biases I didn’t catch in puppy training? And why, in the name of all things good, does he only chase the mailman when he’s wearing a turban?

Unpacking the Problem

Let’s break this down:

Selective Barking:

The white lady jogger? Silence.

The elderly Black man walking to church? Full-on DEFCON 1.

Is this coincidence or deeply ingrained prejudice?

Playdate Preferences:

Loves the golden retriever from next door.

Growls at the Doberman two houses down (also Black).

I’m starting to see a pattern, and it’s not great.

Ignoring My Attempts to Educate:

I bought books on inclusion (The Paw in Social Justice, anyone?).

Played Martin Luther King Jr. speeches during cuddle time.

Even tried enrolling him in a dog diversity workshop (turns out, those don’t exist).

But no matter what I do, my dog just doesn’t seem to care. He looks at me like I’m the one being unreasonable, then proceeds to lick his balls like I’m not even talking.

Is He Redeemable?

I’ve thought about hiring a dog therapist. Maybe he’s just misunderstood, or maybe he watched too many reruns of Cops while I was at work. I want to believe he can change, but every time he sniffs another dog’s butt, I can’t help but wonder—what’s he really thinking?

And let’s not forget his friends at the dog park. Have you seen the way he wags his tail at the German Shepherds but snubs the pit bulls? It’s like a canine caste system, and I’m starting to think he’s the problem.

Final Thoughts

Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe it’s not racism—it’s just really bad manners. Or maybe, deep down, my dog is the four-legged version of every uncle who “doesn’t see color” but mysteriously clutches his wallet a little tighter around minorities.

Either way, I’ve got work to do. Because if my dog is a racist asshole, I refuse to sit idly by. He’s going to learn, even if it means cutting back on treats until he stops barking at people who don’t look like the cast of Friends.

Until then, I’ll keep trying to talk sense into him over dinner. Wish me luck.

[doberbutts]

Do you have any stories behind your dogs' names?

Since I was a little kid I wanted a pair of dobermans like Roscoe and DeSoto from Oliver and Company (the Disney movie), except I wanted to name them Skoll and Hati.

Ok so then I found out that usually male dobermans hate each other and it's to such an extent that most dobe breeders simply will not sell a male puppy to someone who already has a male dog. So I adjusted course to account for same sex aggression and decided to start with just one male.

And then I rescued Skoll.

After losing Skoll, I sort of wallowed for a bit because I grieve, um, very intensely, and I spun my wheels in being interested in getting another but not really knowing how I wanted to go about it. I was on a bunch of waiting lists but they either fell through or still didn't produce a puppy for over a year.

And then a (now former) friend told me about a puppy she was getting and how the breeder still had two males left and the litter naming theme was "moon". I knew I wanted to name my next male dobe something that at least nodded to Hati, since I was unwilling to have a call name that sounds so much like "hottie" because the reception of a black man saying hottie over and over in public spaces is, er, usually fairly poor. Ironically I still got the cops called on me in the same situation I was afraid of, training my dog in public, and it wasn't even over my dog's name.

I contacted the breeder, and a few weeks later was driving home with Creed- named for my favorite videogame series, and his registered name "Chasing the Moon" a nod to the theme and legacy I began with Skoll.

Creed died from cancer and I went back to grieving intensely and not really knowing what to do from there. Someone saw that I was looking for a co-own situation having heard through mutual friends, and sent me a bitch they'd pulled from a pretty horrific situation. She had an interesting pedigree, so the plan was to rehab and then breed her. That was Phoebe, and that was the name she came with, but I thought the name suited her and that's technically a god so sure. Phoebe unfortunately did not rehab as well as we thought she would, and succumbed to her poor condition.

Meanwhile, a good friend of mine that I've known since Creed was a puppy produced a litter she dedicated to the memory of him. The litter theme was Assassin's Creed Valhalla, which we were both enjoying playing in the months leading up to the litter being born. How perfect, my Norse wolf themed naming convention combined with the love of my silly historical fantasy series. So, Fenris, the Wolfkissed.

As for the non-dobermans:

Tiki and Fae are named after a Fire Emblem race called manaketes, who are people who can turn into dragons (or, I suppose more correctly, dragons that can turn into people). Tater was going to be named Corrin in the same theme, but was named by her breeder and I felt knew her name too well for me to change it. Fae's registered name was going to be Tiger King themed and I asked the breeder to please not do that and suggested something Greek God themed to match my gods themeing, and they agreed.

Sushi as the odd one out, I wanted a cute and non-intimidating name for what was supposed to be my service dog. I like plant and food names but was really having a hard time deciding until a roommate made the suggestion of Sushi, which I thought was very fitting and stayed on that.

[memelordotherblog]

What do you think are all the toons ages/what do you hc them to be?

I'm going to assume you mean Mickey and Friends, and Foe, because I'm not exactly in the general toon fandom.

So here we go

The friends ( No family or kids, some of these are more friendly acquaintances but shh, I wanna be a nerd, No Ellsworth, tho, I'm not opening the werid can of worms)

Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Dasiy, Eurasia Toft,Uma, Estrella Marina - mids 20s to early 30s

Goofy- Late 30s to 40s

Clarabelle and Horace: Early 30s to mid 30s

Butch- early to mid 30s.

Merlin (not the wizard) Mid 30s

Sam Simian (aka the comic friend I always forget about) early 40s

Doc Static- Late 40s to 50s

Eega Beeva- I have no freaking clue

Gloomy- Late 40s- to 50s

Captain Doberman -Mid 40s

Zapotec Late 60s to early 70s

Doctor Einmug Late 70s

Captain Churchmouse and his wife- late 70s to 80s

Dustibones- Early 70s

Nataniele Ragnatele -late 80s to early 90s

The Cops

O'Hara- Mid 70s to early 80s

Casty- 40s to 50s

Brick- 40s

The Main Foes:

Pete and Trudy- Mid 40s to mid 50s

Blotty, Ryhmes, Portis, Triplex- Mid 40's to Late 40's

Sly- late 50 to early 60s

Doublejoke, Miklos: mids 20s to early 30s

Ecks: early to mid 20s

Doubelx: early 30s

Scuttle: Mid to Late 30s

Vutler- Late 50s

Squinch - Late 80s to early 90s

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

They were bred for aggression. A ratting dog can't differentiate between a rat and a cat. A herder can't differentiate between a sheep and a toddler. Aggression is aggression. And no, the statistics I try to find come from hospitals and/or court documents rather than police-presented. Either way bully breeds top.

Die mad about it.

You’re so funny for saying this because it shows you’re talking out your ass. Ask quite literally any animal behaviorist or dog trainer and they will tell you dog aggression/reactivity is not the same as human aggression/reactivity. A dog can be sweet as can be to humans and still try to fight any dog it sees to the death with zero prompting beyond it seeing said dog. This not even getting started on the fact they aren’t even being selected for any type of aggression anymore since they’ve transitioned to primarily just being a pet people get because they “look scary” to deter intruders without actually being dangerous or needing the same level of training as an actual guard dog to avoid aggression towards familiar humans. If I had to pick between walking up to an unsocialized bully or an unsocialized Akita or cane corso, I’m picking the bully every time.

“I’m not using cops as a source, I’m using court documents” this is so funny brother in Christ who do you think is sending the court documents? Do cops have no hand in court systems in your world? Hospital stats are also often reported by an animal control officer (that’s a cop btw) or a random freaked out person who just got bit badly enough to need medical attention. Eye witness accounts are unreliable and not concrete, if someone is attacked by a large breed they’re calling it a pit bull for the same reason people think any dog with floppy ears is a “lab mix”.

And here’s another thing, pit bulls and related breeds are some of the most common breeds in the US. You think there’s no statistic bias just based on a disproportionate number of bully mixes relative to the number of Dobermans in North America? Especially when bully breeds are some of the most commonly surrendered or abandoned because weird white women pearl clutch until the breeds are banned in certain housing districts?

Oh yeah, and interesting anecdote you put forth there. If herding breeds can’t tell sheep from toddlers, why aren’t you trying to ban herding breeds? Seems like there would be an awful lot of children with bites to their ankles from some of the breeds used to herd cattle. I mean, those breeds are literally bred for a drive to chase after animals and bite at their feet to move them a certain direction. Surely if dogs were stupid enough to not know the difference between humans and livestock they would be so dangerous. Also interesting to see you in none of your examples brought up dogs when my entire point was that dogs perceive humans and dogs differently which is why a dog could be dog aggressive without human aggression present. See a lot of rat terriers killing puppies mistaking them for rats? See a lot of border collies trying seriously to herd labs? A lot of retrievers trying to retrieve chihuahuas? Hm. That’s odd. Almost like dogs know what dogs are or something. Weird.

[kirnet]

my modern kotor au no one asked for:

set in and around las vegas, split between rival spice running mobs the revanchists and the mandalorians, the law of the republic, and encroaching group the sith

on top of leading the revanchists revan is also a undefeated street racer (motorcycle helmet = revan mask). they still cut malak's jaw off bc thats very sexy of them

canderous starts out as a mando thug but after having to survive on the run with revan for a bit he and the revanchists establish a working relationship once he takes over

atton is a cardshark / gas station employee trying to avoid detection after defecting from the revanchists

the ebon hawk is a fucked up volkswagon van. license plate EBNHAWK. it is ugly as shit.

T3 is a shih tzu and HK is revan's beloved doberman pinscher

mira is still a bounty hunter. she wears a lot of camo cargo pants

mission is just some kid that revan took a liking to and took under their wing. can't decide if zalbaar is a newfoundland or a full lumberjack human man

juhani is a member of revan's new crew after leaving the city goverment

carth is like. a cop or something. he would be. bastila might also start as one and then get pulled into the life. or she's some psychologist/social worker who is consulting after being entrusted with an amnesiac revan's care

disciple is a history grad student who recently moved into the area and started going to the casinos. actually an undercover republic agent trying to catch them in a sting operation. brianna is a spy sent in by atris, who's part of the city government

visas is a sith assassin thats causing problems for the revanchists and destabilizing them

bao dur. beloved mechanic. used to be part of the revanchist crew but he's since left and mostly spends his time living in the desert and defending the land from developers

goto is also there ig but everyone's too busy for that

kreia is completely unchanged and she still has the force. no one questions that she is the only one operating under star wars rules. she still wants the death of the force and no one understands what that means except for the exile who had a really bad spice trip and now has a harry du bois understanding that theyre in a fictional reality