#Stacked Doberman

[ivyfox-illustration]

DOBERMAN Pinscher Silhouette standing, stacked, SVG Design, dobe Silhouette SVG, doberman Clipart, Commercial Use, Cricut cut file, png, eps Your favourite breed art print - head or body conformation - groomer gift - Other Breeds Available - dog breeder gift - regional specialty or national specialty prize gift idea Artwork by Ivy Fox Illustration Follow Ivy Fox Illustration on social media https://m.facebook.com/IvyFox.illustration/ https://www.instagram.com/ivyfox.illustration/ Find your dog breed: Personalized Pet Portraits: https://ivyfoxillustrates.etsy.com/ My website: https://ivyfoxillustration.com/ Art Prints Merch Original PaintingsThis Doberman Pinscher silhouette is perfect for making gifts and decor for dobe lovers. This instant, digital download includes SVG, PNG, EPS, and DXF files. Limited Commercial and personal use included. Please read commercial terms of use below! **WHAT'S INCLUDED** This is a digital download only. No physical items will be sent. 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All original artwork and rights are © 2022 Ivy Fox Photography LLC. Ivy Fox Photography LLC reserves the right to modify, update, and change our Terms of Use at any time, with or without notice.Contact Email: IvyFoxIllustration@ gmail(dot)com ———— Tags and other miscellaneous info: ———— Ivy Fox Illustration Ivy Fox dog art Museum of the Dog American Kennel Club Showsight - Where Champions Are Celebrated American Dog Fancier InfoDog Best In Show The Canine Chronicle AKC Gazette best pet portrait artist watercolor fine art unique art Akc meet the breeds Westminster kennel club dog show national dog show crufts grooming intergroom superzoo petquest groom expo dog sports well bred dogs purebred preservation breeders ethical breeders breeder of merit akc grand champion Ch – Champion of Record – earned by gaining 15 points in conformation wins. Points awarded is determined by the number of other entries the winning dog defeats. A dog must win at least two majors (by winning at two different shows under two different judges where there are enough entries defeated to equal 3-5 points by the AKC point system. OTCh – Obedience Trial Champion To earn an obedience title, the dog must have a passing score of 50% of possible points or better, and an overall passing score at three different competitions under three different judges. CD – Companion Dog (First Level Obedience Competition, basic obedience exercises) CDX – Companion Dog Excellent (Intermediate Level Obedience Competition, more advanced obedience work) UD – Utility Dog (Advanced Level Obedience Competition, difficult obedience work, including hand signals) UDX – The highest obedience degree AKC presently awards TRACKING TD – Tracking Dog TDX – Tracking Dog Excellent VST – Variable Surface Tracking HERDING HIC – Herding Instinct Certificate HT – Herding Tested PT – PreTrial Tested HS – Herding Started HI – Herding Intermediate HX – Herding Excellent HCh – Herding Champion AGILITY NA – Novice Agility OA – Open Agility AX – Agility Excellent MX – Master Agility Excellent NAJ – Novice Agility Jumper OAJ – Open Agility Jumper EAJ – Excellent Agility Jumper AKC Unofficial Titles CGC – Canine Good Citizen ROM – Register of Merit – A dog or bitch must earn a number of points specified by the DPCA rules, and also meet the numbers of champion and major pointed progeny required by DPCA. The requirements for bitches are less than the requirements for the dogs because males have the opportunity to produce a far larger number of offspring. ROMC – Canadian ROM ROM/C – designates that the dog has earned an American and a Canadian ROM. TT – Temperament Tested TC – Temperament Certified AOE – Award of Excellence-A dog must meet qualifications in conformation, obedience, and also be OFA´d to earn this award. New competitions are being added and rules for competitions change, for the most up to date rules and regulations, check with the AKC and the DPCA. Miscellaneous American titles often seen on pedigrees and in advertising. BIS – Best in Show at an All-Breed Show in conformation. BISS – Best in Show Specialty (where only dogs of the same breed are competing in conformation) BOB – Best of Breed BOS – Best Opposite Sex BOW – Best of Winners (best between Winners Dog and Winners Bitch in breed conformation class competition) WD – Winners Dog – the winning dog overall of the regular classes of his sex. WB – Winners Bitch – the winning bitch overall of the regular classes of her sex. RWD/RWB – Runner up to the winners dog and bitch, if the winner becomes ineligible for the award then the runner up will receive the points awarded from that show. Special – A dog that is already a Champion that is competing for Best of Breed only. A Champion cannot compete in the classes where points are earned (because a Champion has already earned them!) RTD – Registered Therapy Dog TD I- Dog has passed Therapy Dog International´s testing HEALTH CERTIFICATIONS OVC – Ontario Veterinary College OVC Hip Certification – A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 18 months old. It was told to me by a tech in the radiology department of OVC that they consider hips to either be bad, in which case they are rated on a scale from 0 – 4, with 4 being the worse, or they are “good” in which case the animal will receive a certification number (if 18 months or older. Therefore they do not follow the U.S. rating system which includes “FAIR”, Good, Excellent”. Their exact words were “the hips are either GOOD or they are NOT. OFA – Orthopedic Foundation for Animals OFA Hip Certifications – dogs within a specified range of normal hip x-rays are certified OFA-Excellent, Good, or Fair OFA – Elbow Certification – Certified by OFA for normal elbows on x-ray, only one grade recognized as normal. Check with OFA for proper procedures and positioning for hip and elbow x-rays. A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 24 months old. OFA is also now doing certifications for other canine health concerns such as normal thyroid levels, check with OFA for accurate data and rules concerning these. CERF – Canine Eye Registry Foundation-dog is certified to have normal eyes. Re-certification must be done annually. vWD – Von Willebrands Disease free-meaning the dog has been tested and found free of vWD, a bleeding disorder, vWD free ratings also are often given with a percentage listed. For the best information on Von Willebrand´s Disease, contact Dr Jean Dodds, who is the leading research specialist in blood disorders. Dog show prize idea

[holybibly]

Lately, I can't help but think that Mingi and San are the epitome of the Doberman type of boyfriends.

And here are the unholy thoughts of the day: Your dorm closes for the summer, and you are literally left in the middle of the street with endless stacks of romance novels and fluffy blankets. Luckily, Yunho and Yeosang's friends have kindly agreed to take you in until the academic term starts. What neither Yunho nor Yeosang have warned you about is that your new roommates will be two luxurious Dobermans guys. They look like they've stepped straight out of the pages of those twisted romance novels you've been so obsessed with.

Utterly shameless, vulgar, and sexy as hell, they are horrible perverts who love to make you blush and squirm with their words and actions. They frighten you, but what frightens you even more are the fantasies you have about them. But who can blame you when you're literally surrounded by walking porn 24/7 and they have a soft spot for pretty girls with cute pigtails that they can wrap around their wrists while they fuck them into oblivion?

You trusted Yunho and Yeosang; you were friends since childhood, and of course both boys wanted the best for you, so how the hell did you end up in the same apartment with San and Mingi, literally squeezed between their big, hot bodies with no escape plan?

You didn't expect your university to sneakily out all the students out into the street this year and close the halls for the summer. But thanks to your friends, you managed to avoid sleeping under the bridge, although now you think that living under the bridge would not be as bad as living with Mingi and San.

When Yunho told you that one of his model friends was willing to let you stay in his apartment for the summer, you were incredibly happy, and how lucky that one of Yeosang's best friends was also staying there. But for some reason, neither of them bothered to warn you that San and Mingi were the typical dark Doberman boys from twisted romance novels, with cheeky, shameless behaviour and domineering manners.

Not that they were that bad; no, both boys were pretty nice, if you don't count the times they deliberately embarrassed you or made you squirm from their not-so-innocent touches.

The very first night you met them, you learnt a few things: one, neither of them were wearing underwear, which you felt very clearly when Mingi pressed his hips against your ass while helping you put your things on the top shelf of the cupboard; two, they had absolutely no idea what decency and modesty meant, asking you if you were a virgin and what your favourite sex position was; and three, San was tactile, very tactile. So tactile that within ten minutes of meeting you, he was all over you, playing with your hair, running his fingers up your thigh much higher than was appropriate, and he even spanked your ass, which shocked you.

But with each passing day, they seemed to get bolder and more relaxed in your presence as the level of depravity only increased. Shared breakfasts were pure torture, as neither of them bothered to get dressed after a shower, and they walked around the house with only tiny towels hanging so dangerously low on their hips that you could practically see their dicks.

The vulgar comments and actions made you uneasy, and the sounds—God, they were immoral enough to watch porn at full volume in the middle of the common room. You also caught them masturbating a few times, and San even had the nerve to invite you to join in, while Mingi invited you to sit and enjoy the show.

This would have continued if the boys hadn't persuaded you to join them for a drink one night. A relatively innocent night ended with San and Mingi folding you in half, ripping off your panties in a rough manner, and exposing your plump, wet pussy to their hungry gazes. And to be honest, you didn't put up much of a fight. The sexual tension between you had reached a breaking point, and it was bound to happen sooner or later. 

Oh, and you learnt a few more things about them that night: One, cock piercings are a great way to get extra stimulation of your cunt; two, Minig does eat pussy like a champ, and he has quite a long tongue; three, Sun really knows how to fuck you until you squirt; and four, they were absolutely right when they said spit roasting is a great way to unwind.

[irreverent-dobermans]

As this has all been been addressed I'm just going to jump in with some Dobe Stack-based cheat knowledge.

Based on the stack you can tell this is a European show dog, likely actively showing given the lead and that the dog is in a European style stack. Regardless of the structure of the dog, we don't show dogs like this in AKC, IABCA, UKC (in the States) or CKC (Canadian). Europe likes a low chain and the lead reaching backwards, while America usually prefers a high chain with the lead upward or forward. There might be a loose chain on an American show dog for a stack at distance, but again, the lead is more likely to be forward (or even completely dropped if they're really being a show-stopper about it).

Only non-dobe people allowed to play. Is this dog european or american, working or show?

[luvhughes43]

baby loves | blake hughes au

[blake hughes au]

summary: blake and nico find out they're expecting their first baby + the announcement.

word count: 1.2k

the bitter wind nips at blakes neck and hands as she trudges back home from the corner store a few blocks away. walking it seems - is the only she was going to be getting her workouts in as she was too tired to do anything after work. she could feel that familiar fatigue now, the droop of her eyes as strangers whip past her in their cars. she had thought that she was just bored and the business of her schedule had been exhausting her, but naps became more frequent and the excuses less plausible. 

when she opens the door to hers and nico’s new place her animals quickly find her - another recent development. charlie, her doberman dog of the past 6 years, was anxious when it came to leaving blake unattended. goldie, the black cat, seemed to pick up on charlies traits and also loved to follow blake around the house. 

blakes phone rings and she answers easily, “yes i’m home now. completely safe,” 

“you shouldn't be out walking so late... it makes me nervous,” her husband replied in a thick swiss accident. she texted him where she was going out of habit, loving to narrate her day to him through brief texts. it made her feel like she was less alone when he was gone. 

“i’ll take the car next time. i was just hungry,” she supplies, setting her two heavy grocery bags onto the counter. “how was the game? i meant to watch but i fell asleep,” 

nico sighs, “you didn’t miss much” 

blake pauses from unloading her food, “i’m sorry. you guys will find your groove soon,” 

there was a brief silence on nico’s end and she could imagine the hurt and upset etched across his face from the teams losing streak. 

“yeah… uh, …” nico stumbles on his words. 

“i love you” blake speaks softly. 

nico sighs, “i love you. I’m sorry for being quiet tonight. i’m just tired of this…” the this in question being losing. 

before blake could manage a reply, the phone was snatched from nico’s hand and a surprisingly energetic jack spoke loudly into the speaker. 

“hey blakey, nico said you weren’t feeling well this week?”

“i’ve just been tired. nothing serious,” blake remarks, continuing her effort in putting her groceries away. she went a little too crazy in the small store and now she had three different salsas and a variety of chips all calling her name… 

“tired… i’m kind of tired too,” jack announces before entering his own conversation with his seatmate. 

the line went quiet again and for a second blake thought jack had hung up on her before nico’s voice sounded through her speaker. “alright well, i’ll let you eat. we’re just driving back to the hotel now so i’ll call before bed,” 

blake hums as she cracks open a jar of salsa labelled scorching, “alright love you, bye”. nico echoes her sentiments before hanging up the call. 

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three boxes of pregnancy tests sit stacked under the cabinet in the master bedroom. since the teams baby shower last week, blake has had this overwhelming feeling that she was pregnant. it would explain the fatigue, the sickness, all the food, and the animals being so protective over her… she just had to wait for nico to come back home from a roadie so that she could test. 

she was anxiously sitting on the couch with charlie resting across her lap when the front door opens loudly. “blake?” nico calls out, setting his suitcase in the entryway before walking into the living room. 

“hi,” blake breathes out nervously as she wrings her hands in her lap. 

“whats going on? are you okay?” nico’s eyes melt as he tries to study blakes face. 

“i think i’m pregnant,” blake gets off the couch slowly, and nicos eyes follow her every movement. “i just have this feeling and i-”

“have you taken a test?” he asks and the corners of his mouth twitch as his excitement grows. they had been talking about starting to try for a baby a lot recently and nico couldn't wait for them to have a family of their own.

“no but i have some upstairs,” blake explains as nico grabs a hold of her hand. “i wanted to wait for you before taking any” 

five minutes later, nico and blake sit on the edge of their tub as the timer on nico’s phone counted down from 3 minutes. the newlyweds hold onto each other tightly as they eagerly await their results.

soon enough nico’s timer echoes throughout the bathroom and the two are enveloped in nervous tension as they each grab hold of two tests. with shaky hands they flip over all of the tests. 

pregnant

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pregnant 3+

“oh my gosh,” blake gasps as she turns to face nico with tears in her eyes. “we’re having a baby!”

nico’s slow to look away from all the positive tests but when he finally catches blake’s eye he starts softly crying. “we’re having a baby,” he echoes, pulling blake into a comforting hug. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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blake.hischier late summer post🫂

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nicohischier Love you❤️

trevorzegras i miss the cat

user08 anyone notice how she hasn’t posted any full body / ootd pics recently? i miss them so much ive got no style inso now

user12 there’s a thread going around on twitter right now speculating that she’s pregnant and tbh i think she is!

user57 pretty girl!!💘

user94 baby hischier soon?👀

user36 i’m missing the podcast but i’m so happy that you’re moving onto new things! love you so much <3

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a few months later...

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blake.hischier surprise !! rudi hischier was born in november 🧸🤍

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nicohischier Our boy🧸❤️

blake.hischier im crying again 🥹🤍

jackhughes 😭😭😭😭😭

jackhughes Now tell everyone that im his fav uncle

blake.hischier well….

trevorzegras middle name: trevor ✅

blake.hischier ?

_quinnhughes You guys are already the best parents. Rudi is so lucky that you’re his mom, i’m so proud of you blakey!

blake.hischier thank you so much quinny😭

lhughes_06 whens he getting in skates ?

user01 OH MY GOD?????

user24 i remember becoming a fan of yours when u were skating and now youre a mom… im crying

user16 they had a baby😭😭🫶

user87 your “N” necklace🫠 congrats u guys!!

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nicohischier Rudi Hischier ❤️

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blake.hischier my boys🥹🤍

tmeier96 congratulations to you two!

holtz_10 baby hisch in the house⚡️

lhughes_06 Cutest kid

dawson1417 Congrats guys!❤️

trevorzegras about the kids middle name .. 

_quinnhughes Love you guys, congrats!❤️

jackhughes nephew looking fresh💯

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[aitloree]

guard dog

mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings: hc where mattheo is an animagus, literally just fluff, pining!mattheo, kind/gentle!reader

You'd always kept to yourself.

It's not that you were insecure or anxious or anything, you just didn't find pleasure in most types of company. And you were okay with that.

However, at Hogwarts, you were prone to get teased sometimes. Some would go as far as to call it bullying.

You were used to it: "Miss shy girl thinks she's better than everyone.", "She's so full of herself!", "Okay Miss Thing.", "She's not even pretty enough to be that self-absorbed."

In some cases, some mean Ravenclaw girls would shove you on the hallway, would knock over your stack of books and quills in class. You'd get teary-eyed, and they'd make fun of you for being such a baby who couldn't take a joke, and you'd let them walk all over you.

But lately someone had been following you around.

Rather, something.

It was a doberman. How it got into school grounds, you weren't sure. Wards kept most stray animals out. Besides, any animals that did exist on the grounds were either pets or magic creatures in the Forbidden Forest. This doberman had no collar, and no owner. And when some mean girls came up to you with the intent of picking on you, it would bark at them. The girls would back off, frightened by the doberman's canine teeth and animalistic snarl.

"I really don't know how you got here," you murmured to the doberman, double checking its neck for a collar for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "Not that I'm complaining. You scare most people away from me."

The dog snorted as if it understood everything you were saying, and agreed.

"You're a cute dog."

A small bark, this one playful.

"Where on earth do you sleep?"

The dog had no response to that one, and trotted off with its tail wagging, looking back at you as if requesting you to follow it.

You questioned your sanity, but you did.

The dog lead you through a windy path on the grounds till you reached the shade of a large oak tree, one you'd never seen before.

You sat down on the soft grass, content as the doberman curled up by your leg and began to doze off. You chuckled and began scratching behind its ears.

As night fell, the doberman escorted you to your dormitory tower.

"Sorry, bud, but this is where we part ways," you said to the doberman, giving it a final scratch on the head.

The doberman licked your hand in response, and you giggled before disappearing behind the portrait, leaving the doberman alone in the corridors.

Mattheo Riddle changed back into his human form, grinning triumphantly.

Next time we talk, I'll be a human, Mattheo promised to himself.

He looked back one last time at the portrait you disappeared behind before going back to his own dorm, smiling like an idiot the whole way.

a/n: i lovelove the concept of animagus!mattheo

part 2 is up!!

[jexnkookie]

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 6]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 3.1k

Authors Note: New chapter!! I hoped y'all enjoyed the little interlude between this part and the last, I really enjoyed writing it. And I hope you enjoy this update, as well!

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @crisle19 @jk-190811 @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lalataegi @lallataegi @rispwr @taetaecatboy @whoa-jo @11thenightwemet11

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The bed that you woke up on was soft, despite being a bit smaller than you were used to. There was a soft hum coming from a spinning fan, creating a comfortable white noise in the otherwise quiet apartment. Your weekender bag was tossed on the floor, and you slowly pieced together where you were. You knew you must’ve fallen asleep shortly after coming to Jung Kook’s place, exhausted by the situation you’ve found yourself in. You checked your phone by your bed, and realized that you had slept all day. 

As you stretched out, you began to smell a pleasant fragrance coming from outside the room. You rose from the bed and opened the door, walking down the hall as you followed the scent of freshly cut vegetables. You found your way towards the living room, which sat adjacent to the kitchen, where Jung Kook stood, not yet noticing you were close by. His dark hair looked incredibly fluffy, with strands falling perfectly out of place. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, showing off an arm of tattoos that usually stayed hidden behind the sleeve of a professional suit. But he still managed to look softer than you’ve ever seen, as he combined ingredients together in a large, red bowl.  

“Hi.�� You called out softly, earning his attention. 

“Hi.” He repeated, continuing to stir. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Very good… Thanks.” You said quietly, walking to the kitchen island to sit on the bar stool across from Jung Kook. 

“I, uh… I figured you would be hungry.” Jung Kook explained. “I hope you like japchae.” 

“I love japchae.” You smiled. “Oh my God, I haven’t had that since coming to the city.” 

“Great.” He smiled back. “This is a family recipe, so tell me what you think, ok? It’s almost finished.” 

“Thank you.” You responded. 

You looked around his small but nice kitchen, taking in Jung Kook’s little corner of New York. His white board calendar was pressed to the refrigerator with blue marker ink-scribbled reminders on a few important dates. The happy law school graduation photo of himself, and what you assume to be his mother, was hung up with a magnet cutely made to look like a Doberman puppy. A small collection of cookbooks stacked on top of each other, largest to smallest, creating a neat pyramid shape on the counter, and a collection of soju and whiskey that seemed to be carefully selected. It all felt so… him. Nothing too fancy or expensive, but it didn’t need to be. It was cozy, and for the first time in several days, you genuinely felt calm. This space, his space, felt safe. 

Then, you noticed a freshly cut bouquet of red and pink flowers in a vase of water, sitting right by you on the kitchen island. 

“Those are pretty flowers.” You commented, reaching over to gently touch one of the pink petals. 

“Oh! Yeah, they’re um…. T-They’re for you, actually.” Jung Kook stuttered. “I wanted to take them to the guest room, but uh, I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“You got me flowers?” You asked, your eyes wide in surprise. 

“Yeah. I saw them on my way back from the office.” Jung Kook explained nervously, watching your expression closely. “There’s um, there’s this flower street cart thing, down the block, on the corner. I pass by it all the time, but uh, I thought m-maybe it would… make you feel better? After, y’know… everything this morning.” 

“You got me flowers.” You repeated to yourself quietly, staring at the bouquet of red and pink. “Jung Kook, that’s really, really nice of you.”

“Y/N-” 

“Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers before.” You said softly, tears blurring your vision. “Thank you.” 

Jung Kook stood there stunned, not expecting this reaction. How could a woman who had everything in the world, be so moved by a three dollar bouquet? 

“Nobody has gotten you flowers before?” Jung Kook asked, but internally burning to ask why Jimin has never done that for you, being as its something so simple. 

“No.” You shook your head. “Never.” 

You didn’t offer more of an explanation, and the timer on the kitchen stove buzzed, stealing Jung Kook’s attention away to plate the noodles before he could ask you anything else. 

“Here,” He said, filling your bowl. “Let me know what you think.” 

You nodded a quick ‘thank you’ when he handed you the bowl and utensils, and your cheeks blushed when his dark yet sparkling eyes watched you take the first bite. You never noticed how his eyes sparkled like that, like stars contrasted against a clear, black night sky. 

If someone had told Jung Kook years ago that one day, you would be alone with him in his apartment, eating his father’s famous japchae recipe with a smile on your face, he would’ve thought they were messing with him. It sounded too much like a daydream, like one of those pretend, domestic scenarios he used to fantasize about over and over again while sitting next to you in class. But here you were, as beautiful as you’ve ever been, barefoot in a pink nightgown, smiling that sweet smile, in his kitchen.  

“It’s delicious!” You praised, lighting up excitedly at the flavor. “I think you could’ve been a chef!” 

“Thanks.” He blushed, shaking his head. “Eat well, ok? Have as much as you’d like.” 

The two of you ate in casual silence for a few moments, except for the occasional slurping. You sat at the kitchen island, and Jung Kook leaning against the kitchen counter, still facing you, with a bowl of his own. It was a small moment, and it felt delicate and new, chocked full of potential, like a seed planted in the cold ground. It was something Jung Kook wanted to water and nurture, to see if it would bloom when the weather turned warmer. 

“So…” He said, breaking the silence. “What do you want to do tonight?” 

“Hm?” You asked with a mouth full of noodles. 

“Well, I’ve got some games. Board games, or the Switch,” He explained. “Or, we can watch something. Netflix, Hulu, HBO… Whatever you want.”  

“Any of that sounds so nice.” You said with a smile. “Seriously, I’m happy with anything.” 

“Ok.” Jung Kook said, before glancing down to notice your bowl was empty. “Do you want any more? I made plenty.” 

“I’m so full now, but thank you.” You answered with a small laugh. 

“Any time.” Jung Kook responded, taking your dish. “I’ll clean up, don’t worry about it. I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes, ok?” 

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” You asked, watching him already load the dishwasher. 

“No, please, don’t worry about it.” Jung Kook said. “I’ve got it, it’ll just take a second.” 

“Ok.” You said, walking towards the dimly lit living room, only illuminated by the soft glow of the floor lamp sitting in the corner of the room. 

His Apple TV and Switch sat side by side on top of a small bookshelf, underneath the wall-mounted tv. The shelf was lined with comics, horror and romance books, which took you by surprise, be it a nice one. The curtains were opened, revealing a beautiful view of Manhattan at night, with glittering skyscrapers. You stood by one of the windows, looking out and taking it in. From so high up, the world below looked so small and far away, completely separated from where you stood, unable to reach you. Once again, a new sense of calm and safety flooded your system, allowing words you never meant to say to spill out.

“Jimin’s never gotten me flowers.” You thought out loud, speaking softly to yourself. Jung Kook heard you, and paused putting the last dish in the washer, turning to look at you from the other room. The distance between the two of you palpable; so close, yet still so far away. 

“Jimin’s never gotten you flowers?” He asked gently, and you turned to face him with a tinge of pink to your cheeks. 

“No.” You repeated, shaking your head. “Never.” 

“I’m sorry.” He responded, unsure as to what else he could say. 

“It’s ok.” 

But it wasn’t. Jung Kook knew that, and you knew that, but it went unsaid. Jimin gave you everything you should want; expensive gifts, trips to beautiful locations, and dining at the best restaurants in the world. But beneath all of that, the things you needed were absent. Peace. Protection. Stability. When those things don’t exist, you end up with a mess, exemplified ironically by a trashed luxury hotel suite. 

“Let’s watch a movie.” Jung Kook said, coming to the living room, and breaking you out of your thoughts. “Have you seen Wonka yet?” 

“Wonka? As in, the Timothée Chalamet musical Wonka?” You giggled at the suggestion. “No, I haven’t. I’ve heard that movie is so silly.” 

“I think silly may be perfect right now.” Jung Kook smiled at your description, revealing his boyish dimples, before sitting on the couch. “C’mon, I’ll put it on.” 

The movie glowed on the screen, and you settled into the couch, quickly getting comfortable. Jung Kook tried to focus, which proved to be a challenge as he sat so close to you. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heart race, or his abnormally deep breaths, or sense just how badly he wanted to hold your hand, or throw his arm around your shoulders so you could lean into him, or kiss your lips. He appeared calm on the outside, but inside, he was more desperate than he’d ever been. You were so close, but still so painfully far away from where he knew you could be... or maybe, even should be. But for the night, he accepted what he had; the girl of his dreams, comfortably in his apartment, but not quite close enough to touch. For now, that would have to be enough. 

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Jimin’s father spent much of his life teaching his son what he could. Negotiating business deals, looking over contracts, and how to find a good lawyer, leading to his meeting with the family attorney, Mr. Kim Namjoon. But the underlying message of all of these things, was the most important lesson that Jimin had ever learned; Parks get what they want. It didn’t matter how, or at what cost; this is a family that got what they wanted. 

Jimin, for much of his life, had experienced this. A play room of toys at 5. A puppy and a horse at 10. A weekly allowance at 13, with deposits being much more than most people would see in a month. It was his father’s way of showing love. A poor man turned rich man through hard work, his father wanted his son to have the life he never had as a child. This only became more true with the early passing of Jimin’s mother. In his grief, Jimin’s father continued to spoil him monetarily, while setting high expectations in the areas of academics and sports that Jimin, despite being an overachiever by every metric, could never seem to hit. This is when Jimin began secretly drinking, as a way to cope. Love in the Park family wasn’t expressed in three words, or in sentimentality. It was expressed through the swipe of a Black Card, and tinted by the ever-present need to have control. 

This would come to a head on an early morning in Mr. Kim’s office, when Jimin, still hung over and tempers boiling just under the surface, was told exactly that. 

“What do you mean no?” Jimin asked, his tone angry. 

“I mean no.” Namjoon said nonchalantly. “She’s not coming back to the hotel. She’s staying where she is.” 

“I thought I told you that if your colleague is left alone with my fiancé again, I’ll pull my business from the firm and find representation elsewhere.” Jimin gritted his teeth. “I find this to be completely unacceptable.” 

“Mr. Park, with all due respect, let me tell you what I find to be unacceptable.” Namjoon responded, growing frustrated with the client. “What’s unacceptable, is having my high-profile client trash a five-star Manhattan suite, and leave Ms. Y/L/N so desperate for relief that she calls me at the crack of dawn, only for me to find you passed out in your underwear on the bed from a night of heavy drinking. You’re lucky the other guests didn’t call an employee when they heard the noise, and that it was only Mr. Jeon and I, because I guarantee your little ‘lover’s quarrel' or whatever would’ve been plastered all over the Korean press by now. It would’ve been embarrassing for everyone involved.” 

“How do we know it won’t be in the press?” Jimin tsked. “How will it look to send me into treatment, with my wife-to-be staying with another man? You think people won’t ask questions about that? You think that’s not embarrassing for me?” 

“I think it makes you look responsible.” Namjoon argued. “We can tell any curious press, and the judge, that you’re getting your life back on track, and you’ve left your fiancé in the care of a close friend, who also happens to be a colleague of your lawyer, so that she has support. It makes you look selfless, and secure. You know what doesn’t? Throwing your fiancé’s clothes around like a spoiled brat when she tries to leave you. That, Mr. Park, I can’t spin in a way that makes you look good.” 

“She was only trying to leave for the night.” Jimin said quietly, clearly ashamed to admit to Namjoon the damage he had done. “She wasn’t leaving me… She loves me.” 

“She does.” Namjoon agreed. “Which is why she wants you to get help, and why you shouldn’t worry about Mr. Jeon. And I know that you love her, too, which is why you need to focus on keeping her. This is the way you can do that.” 

“Fine.” Jimin agreed through tight, gritted teeth. “So then, what’s the plan?” 

“Today, we’re getting documentation from the treatment center, and Ms. Y/L/N’s letter.” Namjoon explained. “We’ll meet Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Jeon at the rehabilitation center, and we’ll make sure everything’s in order to show the judge tomorrow morning. Then, we’ll argue that you’ve responsibly checked yourself in, and that you need time before you’re able to conduct yourself in a courtroom again. Ms. Y/L/N will write a letter about your character that I’ll submit to the court, and knowing this judge, I believe he’ll find it admirable that you and your fiancé are committed to your treatment, and he’ll defer your date.” 

“Ok.” Jimin nodded. “I think that can work… I’m going to miss her while I’m gone, Mr. Kim.” 

“I know.” Namjoon said, his voice empathetic. “But you know she’ll visit you as often as she’s allowed to by the center, and she’ll miss you just as much, if not more so. That’s why you need to do this, for her. Now come on, we need to get going.” 

Jimin’s personal driver was waiting outside of the firm for the pair, ready to take them to the address that Namjoon had texted him earlier that morning. The car ride was silent, with Jimin watching people from his tinted window go about their day. He was nervous to see you, unsure of how upset you’ll be with him. His leg bounced uncomfortably as the car turned right several blocks from the office, taking them closer to where Jimin would be spending the next three months. 

He saw you, standing outside of the building with Jung Kook. You wore a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, and a Chanel bag across your body. Jimin quickly unbuckled and got out the car, anxious to see you. 

“H-Honey…” He said, dashing over to you, like nothing else in the world existed. You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his worries, and Jimin pulled you in close to kiss your lips. Jung Kook immediately looked away, choosing instead to meet Namjoon’s attention and nod his hello. 

“Hi, baby.” You said, holding back tears. 

“Honey, I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” Jimin rambled, his hands cupping your cheeks so that you’ll look at his face, as he wiped any tears that rolled down. “Anything mean that I did, and anything mean that I said, I didn’t mean it. You know that, right, Y/N? I’m so sorry, you must’ve been so scared. Fuck, I never want to hurt you, or upset you. I love you, and I’ll never be angry like that with you again. I’m gonna get better, ok, honey? Gonna get better for us.” 

Jung Kook wanted to scoff, but he bit his tongue. He wondered how many times you’ve heard the same promises, hashed out the same fights, cried the same tears. He wondered how many times you’ve had to piece your heart back together, only for it to shatter again. 

He wondered how many times you can spin in the same circle, until growing too dizzy to do so any more. He wondered if that day would come, and if he could be the one standing there, ready to steady you until your world stopped spinning. 

“I love you.” You said softly, keeping your arms around Jimin. “I just want you to be happy… I was so scared, and I missed my Jimin.”

“I’m right here.” He said, pressing another kiss to your head as his heart broke. “I’m right here, honey. I’ll always be happy, because of you, ok? Nothing is ever going to change that. I’m your Jimin, forever. I love you.” 

“I hate to break up a sweet moment, Ms. Y/L/N,” Namjoon said, stepping towards the couple. “But we need to wrap up some loose ends, so that we can get Mr. Park set up for tomorrow.” 

“Ok.” You said, pulling away from Jimin. He grabbed your hand and smiled softly, pulling your hand up to his lips for a kiss. 

The four of you walked into the treatment center, with Namjoon, Jimin and yourself signing Jimin in and going over what will take place over the next ninety days. Jung Kook just stood behind and out of the way, watching the way Jimin kept your hand in his, or softly brushed  pieces of hair from your face, or snuck a quick kiss to your lips and cheek when he thought nobody saw. Jung Kook watched the way you folded so quickly under his touch, his kiss or a sweet look in his eye. 

In that moment, Jung Kook felt as though he were a college student again, watching you with another man, while he blended seamlessly into the background walls. 

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

Gifts

Angela Ziegler stirred awake slowly, the faint glow of morning light filtering through the curtains of Moira’s flat. The night before had been quiet and intimate, the two of them sitting by the fire with glasses of wine, sharing stories and rare glimpses of vulnerability. Angela had fallen asleep curled against Moira’s side, lulled by the rhythmic sound of her breathing and the faint crackle of the fireplace.

She stretched slightly, her fingers brushing over the cool spot on the bed where Moira had been. Frowning, she opened her eyes half lidded to find herself alone before sleep took its hold once again.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Moira stood at the stove, clad in a loose sweater and a pair of casual black pants, her usually sharp features softened by the relaxed morning. She moved with purpose but uncharacteristic care, flipping pancakes and stirring a pan of scrambled eggs. A pot of coffee brewed on the counter, its rich aroma filling the room alongside the scent of roasted potatoes.

At her feet sat Maddox, her Doberman, watching her every move with quiet anticipation.

“Not yet,” Moira murmured to him, her voice low but affectionate. She gave him a small piece of potato, which he took delicately before wagging his tail. “You’ll get your turn soon.”

The table was already set, adorned with simple yet elegant plates and a sprig of holly Angela had brought with her the night before. Moira glanced over at the small tree in the corner of the room, its modest decorations glowing softly. Beneath it sat a few neatly wrapped gifts, their presence almost startling in Moira’s typically austere space.

With everything in place, she knelt beside Maddox, scratching behind his ears. “Go wake her up,” she said softly, a rare smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Maddox needed no further prompting. He trotted off toward the bedroom, tail wagging as he nosed the slightly ajar door open.

Angela woke to the sensation of warm, enthusiastic nudges and the sound of an excited huff.

“Maddox,” she mumbled, blinking as the dog jumped onto the edge of the bed, his tail thumping against the sheets. He licked her cheek, and she laughed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him. “Okay, okay, I’m up!”

The smell of breakfast reached her then, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She glanced toward the bedroom door, her heart warming at the thought of Moira in the kitchen. Sliding out of bed, she followed Maddox, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

When she stepped into the living room, Angela froze, her lips parting in surprise.

The little tree in the corner, which had been bare when she arrived, now had a few gifts nestled beneath it, their wrapping precise and understated. The table was laden with breakfast—golden pancakes stacked high, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy potatoes, and a carafe of fresh coffee. Moira stood by the stove, plating the last of the food, her sharp golden eyes lifting to meet Angela’s.

“Good morning,” Moira said, her voice low but warm. “You’re up just in time.”

Angela pressed a hand to her chest, her smile soft and genuine. “Moira... this is incredible. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” Moira replied, walking over and setting the plate on the table. “I never have company for the holidays...So I wanted to make it special.”

Angela’s heart ached at the subtle vulnerability in Moira’s tone. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Moira’s waist and leaning her head against her shoulder. “Thank you. This is the best Christmas morning I could ask for.”

Moira hesitated for only a moment before relaxing into the embrace, resting her hand lightly on Angela’s back. “You should eat before it gets cold.”

Angela pulled back, her eyes bright as she took Moira’s hand and led her to the table.

As they ate, laughter filled the small flat, their conversation ranging from teasing remarks about Maddox’s antics to reminiscing about Christmases past. Angela couldn’t help but marvel at how natural it felt to be here with Moira, to see the softer sides of her that few were allowed to witness.

When the plates were cleared and the coffee poured, Angela knelt by the tree, picking up one of the gifts with her name written in Moira’s elegant handwriting.

“You didn’t,” Angela said, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.

“I did,” Moira replied, sipping her coffee. “Though don’t expect anything extravagant.”

Angela opened the package carefully, her eyes lighting up as she pulled out a leather-bound journal embossed with delicate gold details. “It’s beautiful,” she said, running her fingers over the cover.

“I know you sketch your garden flowers, so I thought this'd be better than your old sketchbook.” Moira said, her tone casual, though her eyes flickered with a hint of nervousness.

Angela looked up, her gaze filled with affection. “I love it. Thank you.”

She set the journal aside and leaned over to kiss Moira’s cheek, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Moira turned her head slightly, their eyes meeting before Angela pressed another kiss, this time to her lips, soft and lingering.

When they pulled apart, Angela smiled, her voice soft. “Merry Christmas, Moira.”

Moira’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “Merry Christmas, Angela.”

Maddox barked from his spot by the fire, as if to punctuate the moment. Laughter bubbled up between them, filling the flat with warmth and love that no winter chill could touch.

[dreamcast641]

I need to draw claire more with her two animals because I think that, overall, they are a bit important to her lore as anything else. They help to show her softer and caring side to others, showing how much affectionate she can be when she cares about someone and something.

Both being rescued animals from bad owners, both turned into almost not recognizable animals thanks to her attentions and studies she did to provide the better life for both of them.

Echo, aka the brown doberman, also went with her through training with instructors and stuff, often helping the woman with rescue missions and being a good guard dog who only follows her owner commands. Claire has the possibility to make her follow the BARF diet under veterinary permission, having also a side fridge with all the materials she orders every month for her. She got people telling her how weird it is to have a fridge stack with other animal parts such as bones, meat, feet and more but she doesn't really care, shrugging it off all the time. As long as her dog is healthy and happy then she is as well. Echo will pass away due to old age and natural causes. It will be the first ever death that her daughter will experience and also an opportunity for Claire to have the talk about death with her.

Banana got gifted to her by a good friend of hers in one of her birthday, along with Dmitry's snake "diablo". Banana was in horrid condition when he arrived with almost all the feathers missing due to the stress. He is her first ever pet and spent weeks researching on how to care about exotic animals such as this one and spent weeks and pour all the energy to heal what his previous owner did to him. He turned into a happy, talkative little parrot full of energy that makes her smile every time he opened his beak to repeat whatever Claire or her friends said to him. That was quite often cause of embarassment for her as he imitated stuff he shouldn't imitate but she never got mad, it was never his fault after all. Even him lived a long, fullfilled life and passed eventually due to old age and natural causes.

Claire did have other rescues in her life that she had to rehome and find good owners because she could not keep them with her due to her having already two. She had a litter of kittens that were too young and had to feed them with the bottle that were later adopted by others once they were old enough. Tho that broke her heart for a while, let them go wasn't easy but it was the best course of action.

As much as cold and aggressive Claire seems to be, people are always surprised about this side of hers that otherwise she would not show for anyone else that she can't care less for and has to keep all the time for the sake of her mental stability. Of course, she does show it for the people she loves as soon as she is able to open up with them

[theviceadmiralswife]

Any chance of a sexy fic with Doberman in the future? Maybe him returning from a mission? I would love one with him as there is none anywhere apart from your one with him showing his scars. Which was great, but left me wanting more.

Salute recruit kelpieshield

Of course one sexy Doberman fanfic coming up. Sorry it took me such a long time to get around it I got cluster fucked with cold, sick kids, and that time of the month..🫠

I made the story about Dobermans last night in Marineford before the siege on Egghead Island, enjoy my dear plus a bonus 'manga' panel/pictures.

The vice admirals wife over and out

One last night ...

Doberman entered the local bar in Marineford, this was his last weekend here the base before leaving for the siege on Egghead Island. The whole thing was already a major headache to begin with and Doberman seeks relaxation.

He sits on the bar where his best friend Onigumo already waited for him.

"Dober!", Onigumo greets his best friend wearing his trademark scowl. "Gumo!", Doberman replied stoic.

Onigumo side eyes his best friend. "I heard your going to be on a siege on Egghead Island against Dr Vegapunk.". Doberman nods, looking straightforward at the bottles stacked beside the register. "You know Onigumo your grandfather Saint Saturn will be there too.", Doberman inquired. Onigumo snorted a displeased grunt, rolling his eyes:" Fuck that old geezer, my condolences Dober, trust me he make your job more difficult!". Doberman groans in response.

"Hey vice admiral Doberman what can I bring you?", a soft voice greets him. Doberman gaze lowers to you and you blush a bit as the strict vice admiral eyes muster you.

"I take an old fashioned!", he orders. You nod "No problem!", you reply and get to mix him his drink.

Doberman was lost in thoughts so he didn't notice how his eyes followed you, resting on your ass. The capri jeans you wore hugged your bubble butt perfectly and Doberman lapped up the sight of your movements.

"That girl is a fine piece of meat!", Onigumo grins sadistically watching his best friend. He exhaled smoke from his cigarette:" You will be occupied for weeks last chance to get some fine ass." Doberman grunts in response, Onigumo chuckles darkly, elbowing Dobermans arm. "Stop planning and overthinking and take her home , will be the last pussy you see for a while Dober! Look ..look..", Onigumo points at y/n who shyly stared at Doberman over her shoulder.

As you noticed that Onigumo and in particular Doberman looks at you as you were checking him out you gasp , blush and turn your head back to making his drink.

"Oh hell yeah she likes you Dober!", Onigumo chuckled sadistically, clearly taking a bit the piss out of Doberman.

3 hours later Doberman was outside the bar, if he was correct your shift would be over in a few minutes at midnight.

You left the bar and turned right heading home it was a humid night and you felt sweaty.

"Hey y/n got a minute?" You hear Dobermans gruff voice making you heart flutter.

You jerk around as you see him leaning against the wall of the bar.

"Oh oh gosh vice admiral Doberman!", you gasped. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you girl!", he apologised as he stepped towards you, his bulky frame towered over you.

Doberman scratches the back of his head he wasn't sure how to ask so he cleared his throat firmly, what should happen she can't do more then say no.:"Look y/n I'm not the type to rush things this brazen, but...".

You tilt your head curiously looking up at the 8 ft tall grim looking vice admiral.

Doberman sighs:" Look your a nice, good girl and I'll be leaving soon for a war..", he puts a strand of hair behind your ear," ...I was wondering if you like to spend the night with me."

You gasp:" Me??". Doberman nods firmly:" Yes you you are my type of girl and I like you...maybe I even have a crush on you with 50 years of age!".

You chuckle nervously blushing and looking away, Dobermans strong rough fingers grabbed your chin making you look at him.

"Y/n my good girl, I promise I take care of you if you agree to come, in fairness I'm into rough and dominant stuff, but I only go as far as you allow it.", he takes a deep breath his face getting serious," ..the truth is I might not even come back from my next mission chances are stacked up against me...really difficult.."

You swallow hard you like Doberman a lot the thought of him not coming back made your decision easy. "Yes ....doberman gladly, I stay the night with you!', you smile blushing deeply, stammering" I confess I feel really hot and sweaty though the humidity...".

Doberman chuckles a small smirk on his face, his thumb rubbing her jawline:" its humid alright... Hehehe you can have a shower in my place after I got you truly sweating..", Doberman scoops you into his arms bridal style," ...but thank you , my good girl you're the sweetest!".

You gasp softly wrapping your arms around his neck, blushing profusely smiling shyly:" My pleasure Doberman!".

The attraction between you two sparked building up the heat of your sexual tension.

You smile and pull yourself up placing a kiss on his lips, his moustache brushing over your upper lip.

Doberman initially surprised, quickly reciprocated her kiss.

He grumbles pleased in the back of his throat, lifting you up higher intensifying the kiss. His tongue pressed against your lips and you submit parting them, his tongue pushing in exploring your mouth. As you two kiss this deeply your fingers massage his broad neck.

His tongue swirls in your mouth more dominant, his lips pressing harder into yours.

Doberman groans breaking the kiss :" So willing too... good girl!", he pressed you short frame against his chest," ...hold tight y/n!"

Doberman used the Rokushiki's moonwalk to leap onto the bars roof and then leaping from rooftop to rooftop bringing y/n to his house in a matter of 2 minutes.

As you both reached his house he opened the door carrying you inside locking the door behind him. He looked at your flustered face , he gives you a soft reassuring kiss on the cheek. You smile caressing his two x shaped scars under his right eye your fingers exploring the rugged texture.

"I hope you don't mind the feel of my scars!", Doberman rumbles observing you closely. You shake your head:" No I don't mind your scars it feels a bit funny I admit ...but they suit you!". Dobermans fingers stroke your hair back taking a hold of the back of your head:" Good girl I like to hear that...I got plenty of scars for you to explore..but first."

Doberman pushes you against the wall beside the front door, his left hand beside your head on the wall he leans down. He pressed his lips back onto yours, you can feel his hot breath hitching up as your tongues once more intertwined in a passionate deep kiss.

You put your hands on his chest just holding on rubbing it lightly. Doberman groans his tongue moving faster and more aggressive, his right hand grabs your hand and placing it on the enormous bulge tenting his pants.

He breaks the kiss nibbling your jaw down your neck he grunts as he feels you rub and massage his hard cock in his pants:" First we got a more urgent matter to attend to!". You moan softly:" Mhh aah yes Doberman!".

Doberman grabs your chin tilting it up, his face showing genuine care, his heart pounds in his chest" Mhh I like the sound of that, but my good girl I'm infinitely stronger than you and I do rough things. So remember these safe words...ember for you like what I do , but it's too rough, I slow down and red for you hate what I do and I stop immediately...this is important I don't want to hurt you accidentally!".

You nod slowly:" Yes sir! I trust you", Doberman grins at your reply. He leans down :" You're an amazing girl y/n!", his lips land on yours and you two continue your make out session.

Your hand remains rubbing his bulge while Dobermans hand moved under your t shirt you moan into the kiss.

Dobermans callused hand reaching for your bra pulling it down kneading your breast gruffly and twisted your nipple. Your breath hitches and starts to come out in pants.

Dobermans tongue moves more vigorously he groans lustful, your skin felt so soft like silk it turned him on how you began to get aroused as much as him. He opens his

Zipper pulling his boxer's down enough to let his hard cock spring out, grabbing your hand placing it on it.

You began to pump his cock gently and slow as your kissing turned more intense.

Doberman rumbled into the kiss, his hand slides down to your capri jeans he opens it hastily. His fingers making quick progress slipping beneath your underwear and skillfully rub circles over your wet clit.

You close your eyes breaking the kiss , you are utterly at Dobermans mercy :" Ooaah ahh Doberman!". He groans his other hand wrapping around your throat :" There's a good girl!". He gently bites your jaw , his teeth tugging on your lower lip. Doberman shoves his fingers into your core making you gasp once again and caused you to pump his cock faster with your hand.

" Mnnggg my good girl!", his gruff husky voice whispers deeply,

his finger digging deep into your pussy moving with more urgency.

You can feel how you clench desperately around him. You whimper submissively in between the kisses:" Do...Dober...mngg aaah ....Doberman!".

He digs his finger deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit feverish over stimulating you until the only sounds coming out of your mouth are heavy pants and moans.

His other hand slides from your throat to cup your head as he kept kissing you harder.

"Come on girl!", Doberman huffs his hot breath hitting your face, his fingers working you with more need," I want you to cum for your vice admiral!".

He thrusts his finger in deep, finding your g spot and just hitting it fast and hard, while his thumb circles your clit faster. You squirm from the pleasure he gives you, shaking your head the tingly sensation shooting up your legs, charging into a spring-loaded coil of pleasure inside your womb and cunt.. suddenly the feeling exploded and you moan loudly as you release your climax.

"Ngngh ...aaaaaaah Doberman ah ah ah!"

Doberman feels it how the walls of your cunt flutters around his finger as he lets you ride out your orgasm, he watches your lust filled blushing face. His heart pounding at your red cheeks, he leans in sucking on your neck grunting aroused.

Doberman looks down at your face flushed with lust panting softly:" Now there's a good girl!". You take your second hand pumping his cock with both hands, causing Doberman to grumble deeply in his chest:" Aaaarggh girl....mngggh..mnpf."

Doberman pulls his finger out of you, both of his strong hands grabbed your face pulling you in for a deep kiss.

You whimper and moan at his domineering action:" Mnhm ..mngggn..Doberman.!".

Doberman breaks the kiss, he pulls you hands of his cock, placing them on his shoulders. He hums deeply:" Yes my good girl? You're okay?!".

You blush nodding eagerly:" Mhmh yes very much so!". Doberman smirks:" Good!".

Doberman suddenly lifts you up bringing you to his bedroom, you giggle and grab his marine cap putting it on your head, of course it was way to big and fell into your face. Doberman chuckles he loves that playfulness in you:" My good girl gets cheeky...are you trying to rile up your vice admiral?!".

He placed you on the edge of his bed, taking off your shoes first before he got you quickly completely undressed. As you sit on the edge Doberman takes his clothes off, exposing his battle hardened scarred frame, you blush at the sight of his bulky and muscular body..a body with quite a few scars, not that you didn't mind Doberman was hot as hell to you, his hard member made you flush even more.

When he was nude you stood up and let your hands explore his strong body sliding over his barrel chest. You almost purr at touching his body.

Doberman looks down at you his cock twitching in excitement,your submissive look and affection drove him mad with lust as you whisper:" Doberman..!"

He pulls you by the back of your neck gently yet dominant pulling you close. He opens the drawer and pulling out a rope. He gazes down at you with care and lust:" Did you ever got tied up!". You shake your head emphasising:" No never! I never did rough stuff either". Doberman gets even more aroused a fresh rope bunny ...a newbie submissive. His cock twitched once more getting harder, he pats your head:" Y/n your so beautiful my good girl. I'll take good care of you!"

Doberman stuck to his word, he slides the rope slowly over your shoulders down your breasts letting you get used to the feel of the rope. You stood up on your toes pulling Doberman into a kiss which he reciprocated with fervour. He let the rope slip between your legs caressing your clit before Doberman slide it over your ass he gives a soft spank with it. You gasp and moan the pain was pleasurable:" Mng ah Doberman..". He huskily moans into the kiss:" Oh gosh you are so gorgeous, I want more of those cute noises!". He gives it another spank with the rope making you squeak a bit, which caused him to chuckle. Doberman observed if you are comfortable and you bite your lip looking at him with lustful eyes you were ready to give the power to him. Doberman began slowly to tie you up, carefully wrapped the rope around your upper body, letting it frame your breasts, just like a harness, finally he he used the rest of the rope to bind your arms behind your back. You watch him of course as marine he knew so many secure knots that wouldn't let you escape , yet you felt safe with him restricting you.

When Doberman finished his hands wonder of your body, your breathing hitches up. You sigh softly as he ordered you to get on your knees. You obey him you feel chills of excitement running down your spine. Doberman looks down at you he buried his hands in your hair pushing your head to his hard dick:" Open up my good girl!". You obediently open your mouth and Doberman slips in his hard member, he closed his eyes groaning in a husky voice. He moved your head back and forth slipping in and out of your mouth, leaving you a bit struggling for air with his big size. Twice you gagged and Doberman gave you a brief break, before continuing to stuff your mouth with his cock, your saliva drips of your lips.

The room was filled with your heavy breaths and moans you can feel how aroused you get being man handled by Doberman as he used your hair to puppet you giving him oral pleasure for a bit.

After a good few moments Doberman pulls out, both of you were panting.

He pulls you up on your feet turns you and tossed you onto his bed bellyside down, Doberman quickly mounted you from behind his hands rubbing your ass before giving you a few spanks, making your cheeks jiggle much to his delight. You moan aroused:" Aah ...mngg ooah Doberman!".He chuckles darkly :" sounds like your in need. Nice bubble butt my good girl hope your ready..", he leans his body over yours,"... I'll be fucking your ass too till you can't walk!". You inhale sharply:" Ooooooh gosh...yes!".

Doberman gives you a quick kiss reminding you of the safety words, he kneeled up behind you lacing his cock with your arousal fluid before he pushes his cock into you slowly with intend savouring the feeling.

Doberman moans aroused:" Ooh yeah good girl ...ngg so tight ..aah ssshh!". You breathlessly whimper as his girth gave you a good stretch inside your cunt:" Ooah Doberman haa aah!".

Doberman grabs a fistful of your hair with one hand and with the grabbing your tied up hands, manhandling you as he thrusts in you steady with intend and deep.

His thrusts increased in strength and speed, he moans in a husky gruffy voice:" Oooh fuck yeah good girl ...thats it!".

You whimper louder and start to pant it felt so good to be at Dobermans mercy:" Aaah Doberman..mngggf...faster".

Doberman chuckles amused you liked being a rope bunny, his rope bunny. He thrusts in very hard and deep keeping his cock buried deep inside your cunt. Doberman pushed your head into the matress, his hips pressed tight against your ass moving, then he pulls out all the way and begins thrusting.

Doberman repeats this many times and you shake with raw lust as the mixture between fast hard thrusts and deep and slow drills on your cunt drive you close to the edge multiple times but Doberman always stops in time dragging out your orgasm.

You wine begging him:"Mngggg....Doberman...ah ah ah..mnn pleaseeee...nnbggaahhh ooh!". He huffs and chuckles under his ragged breaths:" Hehe oh good girl...not yet!". He keeps thrusting into you with dominance and skill. Both of your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, the heat and humidity of the room ever increasing the longer your sex went on.

Dobermans breathing gets more laboured by the minute , at one point he pulls out and turns you over onto your back. He hums as he looks at your flushed face and open mouth as you pant and how the ropes dug into your skin you looked like the prettiest little gift to him.

He spreads your legs groaning:" Thats it good girl..show me". Doberman admires your swollen pussy , his callused hands grabbing your legs and hoist them onto his shoulders.

Your eyes grow wide as you feel so helpless and exposed you pant needy:" Mnngg...Doberman... !". He smirks breathing heavy as he leans down , his throbbing cock slipping back into your cunt . As Doberman leans down, your knees nearly touch your chest you were this folded bebeath the 8 ft tall vice admiral. he was picking up his deep thrusts it knocks your breath out of you.

"Aaaaah Doberman...ooah aha ah ah!".

He growls loudly his face buried in your neck as his hips slam like mad into you.

He groans more and more his thrusts increasing with every move , Doberman wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

Lucky for him you would climax first under a loud yell you let loose all the built up pleasure:" DOBERMAAAN!".You squirm with your hands behind your back tied up you lost control and squirt with your climax, you can't stop yourself it felt to good. You moan and whimper his name.

He groans kissing you deeply inhaling your moans, his thrusts growing desperate now.

Doberman closed his eyes, his thrust got rough and aggressive now , his big hands cupped your face and he groans deeply. Doberman felt it he thrusts into you one final time burying his cock deep in your cervix. His eyes roll back in his head as he pumped his cum into.

He collapsed onto you for a few moments exhausted and spent , both of you hot and sweaty, you inhsle his manly musky scent. he pulls out and pulls you up. Doberman released you from the ropes, you stretch and he pulls you into his chest and leaned back against the headboard.

You pant softly as you caressed his chest:" Thanks that was amazing Doberman!". He looks down at you and your feminine body between his legs leaning on his chest, he chuckles and gives your butt a spank:" My pleasure, but no reason to thank me yet, we are not done , you aren't sweating enough yet my good girl and my last night in Marineford is far from over".

True to his word Doberman would continue, to have sex with you that night, he'd tie you to his bed, take your ass fast and hard , giving you a spanking, biting your butt leaving his marks all over it , deep throat you and for good measure let you ride him enjoying the view of your deliciously body bouncing on his dick.

What a final night.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||His precious doberman princess||

Hi there dears, after a recent question I saw an anon sent, I got this idea for it. So I hope you like it.

||Drabble Summary||

So far, everyone was recovering after what happened even with the whole situation with a few members having some animal features. While Jaron was getting used to his own doberman tail and ears remaining, he hopes they go away. However, he was not expecting something to happen when he got a phone call from the Vixen leader Jinx. What could the message be? Read to find out!

||Warning||

-No bad warning but warm fluff and cuteness

-one jackal panicking after what he finds out

-Shy lung dragon

((Guests in this drabble))

Jaron Jackal as well as the DBT and others belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

Melinda brooks from the cursed Vixens and others belongs to me. Others may appear as guests in this but just a heads up. :3

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

Today was a normal day for the fractions in NYC along with others enjoying the start of the brand new year. It seems like everyone else is doing alright so far, chilling with their teammates and friends. However, it was like nothing can ruin this with checking on the DBT.

In the kitchen, Jaron Jackal was fixing up some food for his team while flipping some pancakes. The smell already woke up everyone else while they were excited to eat in a moment.

"Mmmm everyday is the best morning because nothing beats Jaron's home cooking. especially during breakfast" Ink smiled rubbing her hands together while seeing the others fixing up the table this morning. She was already excited seeing the stacks of pancakes and waffles on the plates as he sets them on there.

"Though, you think anything crazy might happen this morning?" Navarro asked but he yawns scratching his head a little. Hearing this, Jaron looks to the team but smiled.

"Depends on what might happen, Navarro. Besides, I'm sure today will be a good day for us." He was still making more pancakes when finishing the waffles when seeing Maggie setting some plates down of bacon, eggs, toast, and so on. The news was playing from the living room so they can enjoy their breakfast. Ophelia and Hellmare was helping as well put the food on the table.

When Jaron was done, it was now time to eat! The spread was big but he always liked cooking for them seeing their happy faces. "Alright, breakfast is served. Dig in everyone." he laughed.

"Thanks Jaron!" They said before setting up their plates with what they liked this morning. The food was so good that it made them get enough but not too much.

As they were about to eat, however, Ink heard her phone going off. "???" she looks down seeing it was Jinx's phone number.

"Who's that Ink?" Ophelia asked holding her fork wondering who is calling so early this morning.

"huh, It's Jinx. I wonder what she needs?" she goes to answer it.

"Maybe giving her demon sister a good morning." Hellmare smiled thinking about it since she knew how close Jinx and her were. Ink smiled but she didn't mind that while answering the phone.

"Hello demon sis! What's up?" she asked hearing the other on the phone. Her smile still remains but then it changed to looking confused.

"Huh? Your coming over? All of you? Oh sure but why-" she stops hearing Jinx talking to make her look confused. Even the team noticed now wondering what was going on.

"Ooohhhhh kaaayyyy...but why you sound like your out of breath for some reason.....no it's fine. We'll see you soon." she said. This confused the others.

"So what's wrong?" Ophelia asked.

"Something about the vixens coming to visit. Though, she didn't tell me why. She hung up quickly before I could ask her. But I'm sure it's nothing serious. Maybe they wanna visit and hang out for a while!" she smiled even if her team thinks about it. Not that it's a problem knowing they love seeing their friends visit from time to time but...that was sorta fast right?

The others were confused about this but they will see later on when they can.

Though..they would not expect this to happen later on.

Around noon, the DBT were all dressed up as usual hanging out and doing their own thing. Navarro was working on something, Maggie was in a video phone call with Gerald and Taz from where they are. She was checking up on them. Rust playing some games with Oblivion. Ophelia was humming checking on some new potions, Hellmare was out visiting Hiroshi for now. Fosh was working on some things on his laptop or checking the hacker's site. And Jaron was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.

Seems like things are okay till....

A knock was heard to make Ink look up. "Hmm? I wonder who that could be?" She goes to get the door seeing the others look up wondering the same. The knocking kept going.

"Hold on, I'm coming." Ink said happily as she opens the door. "Hello-" Right away, she saw Jinx come in along with her team who was gently helping someone who was wearing a cloak. That other was Melinda?

"Jinx??"

The other DBT members heard and looks seeing the cursed Vixens, the team that was watching over or stationed at Central park. They did come for a visit but....something was off.

"Uhhh hey demon sis! Just coming to visit is all hope you don't mind!" she said laughing as the vixens went in but Jinx was careful getting Melinda inside.

"We don't mind at all. It's nice to see you visit though...why is Melinda wearing that?" Ink sees her wearing a hooded cloak but she was just as confused as them. The rest of the DBT came in but stops seeing what was going on. Even Jaron was confused.

"?????????"

"Girls, I can't see. What is even going on? Where are we!?" she said but they sit her down as Breezy helps to see Melinda blink to look.

"Jinx? What is-"

"Uhhhh what's going on? Did something happen?" Jaron asked but the vixens looks to him as he sweatdrops confused. Did something happen? They seem to have rushed over here even if they could have used a portal Jinx sorta panicked but that's explains for another time.

"Jinx???" Before long, Jinx goes to look at Jaron then at Melinda.

"Uhhhh....we can't explain it..."

"Wait, how come you can't tell us? I'm sure whatever it is we can hel-"

"No no. I can tell the others but not to you or Melinda."

"What?"

"Huh?"

Melinda and Jaron were really confused but Melinda didn't understand.

"Well, can I at least take off the hood and cloak...It's really warm with this on-"

"NO! Not yet!" Jinx said stopping her as she heard Melinda yelp but Jinx looks to Jaron. He sweatdrops wondering what happened or did he do something wrong?

"Okay what is going on? Why can't she take off this thing? Are hiding something from me? Or from her?" Jaron asked.

"Ehhhhh, well I'm not but she don't know! I think it's best for you to see for yourself. So..you and her, in there or go to a room! We need to talk to Ink and the rest of the team!" Jinx said.

"Wait what?" Both Jaron and Melinda was confused.

"Breezy what is happening here???" Rust whispered to Breezy but she looks to him but whispers into his ear what is going on. He said nothing confused till his eyes widen to quickly look at her then at Melinda.

"Wait..your kidding right?"

"Nope...not kidding."

"........"

"Rust? What is going on...what did she say to you?" Maggie asked.

"......Ummm.......I...."

"...Hold on.." The vixens begins whispering what is going on to everyone except Jaron and Melinda. When being told the information, they had the same reaction like Rust did. Looking at them then at Melinda who was really confused now.

"Uhhh....What's wrong? Why are you guys staring at me l..like that?" she asked. Ink blinks but she looks to Jinx who nod saying it's true.

"....Woahhhhhh....that's...huh.." Ink was shocked.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me.." Navarro was speechless.

"......Well, this is..something..and Navarro language." Shdwkyz said with a sigh.

"Oh shut up Shdwkyz! You would be shocked too if you had that too!"

"I..I got no words.." Maggie mutters.

"Geez...." Fosh was worried.

"Hmmm..." Ophelia said nothing but it was still shocking.

"Oh dear..." Hellmare said but didn't know.

"GUYS! What the heck is going on-" Jaron was about to ask but Rust stops him. "???"

"You know we can talk about it! However, You two! In a room now!" Breezy said but picks Melinda up who yelps and was pushed into Jaron's arms.

"H..Hey! What is going on?!" he said but was gently shooed away with Rust and Breezy helping them into a room. Breezy and Rust gets them inside but shuts the door to leave them in there. Everyone blinks seeing this but lets out a sigh.

"Uhhhhhh..."

"Okay..we can explain fully now. Though, Melinda will know sooner or later..."

"What the hell is going on!? How in the world did that even happen to her!?!" Navarro said but Echo calms him down.

"We don't know how it happened! We just found out this morning!!" she said confusing the DBT.

"Eh?"

"*Sighs* In short..something hit Melinda we are guessing but we don't know how how she got...'them'." Vivi explains.

"Strange how?" Oblivion asked.

".......Well, remember that one time that some of you were infected with that so call strain or S-HYDE venom or something? "she asked seeing some nod.

"Hold on, did Melinda get some in her?! But how! We thought we got rid of em!" Ink said but Jinx shook her head.

"No no not like that....she wasn't bitten like that or anything but...something happened and well...she has...some new added features as we explained." Jinx said rubbing her head but really confused the DBT.

"??????"

~~~In the room~~~~

"Geez, what was up with that?" Jaron mutters sitting on the ground wincing. They seriously push a bit rough but at least Melinda was alright. Being careful, he looks to Melinda. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes I'm fine. I'm so sorry about that..I don't know what gotten into them. They were fine yesterday and now..they are acting all worried given they made me wear something to cover my head." she said showing the hooded cloak she had.

"Uhhh why did they make you wear this?" he asked.

"No idea. I mean, I guess something is going on given they reacted like that." she said shrugging. Jaron was confused but he sighed.

"Well, their has to be a reason if they got you wearing this." he said helping her sit up as she was sitting on the ground to stand up.

"Maybe Jinx never told me." Melinda was confused removing the cloak and hood from her. She felt it over her head but shook her head seeing her black hair in a pony tail today. That and wearing the cloak was hot too.

"Honestly, I don't know my self..maybe theirs some attack going on? I don't know." she mutters thinking. However, she didn't know the main reason.

"Well, I'm sure we will figure it out. In the mean time, you will be sa-?!" as soon as he looks to her, his own eyes widen. From what he saw in her black hair were two familiar dog ears that was down but twitching happily.

Wait....

'H..Hold on....dog ears?....no.....Doberman dog ears?! W..WHAT THE HECK!? T..the..ear...h..how? How does she..' still in shock, Jaron was speechless seeing the ears but then saw something wagging behind her. A tail! She had a tail too?!?

'....Oh no....' he was hoping it was not true but he walks over to get a closer look.

"I wonder if the girls are worried about some attack. Or maybe it's something else." she mutters to herself. However, as she was thinking, that's when she tenses to feel Jaron's hands.

"Huh? Jaron? What's wrong?" she asked but he was quiet worried. He gets a closer look but saw the familiar dog ears! So it was true!! She did have them! They were down but were floppy ears.

"?????"

"......How is this possible? How in the world could this have happened?!" he said but Melinda was more confused.

"Jaron, what is it? Is something on my head? Is their something in my hair?" she asked feeling his hands but he was silent to be worried.

"...Ummm...If I tell you. You won't get too shocked will you?" he asked.

"Uhh No? But why would I be?" she really didn't know. Sighing, Jaron moves to set her down on the bed to sit but he goes to get a mirror for her to see. He holds it up to show her reflection to her.

"????" she was confused. "What am I looking at here? I see myself?" she asked.

"I know. Here just hold the mirror." She blinks to look at Jaron then reaches to take it. When she did, Jaron goes to carefully rest his hands on her head but moving some of her black hair to show something. The doberman floppy dog ears.

"Huh? What is.....wait....are those dog ears?" she asked confused but Jaron looks to sit in front of her.

"Yes....."

"...........W..Wait......" She sees Jaron remove his own hat showing his own doberman dog ears with the tail not wagging. However, Melinda reaches to feel for herself.

Right away, she felt something there alright. Two doberman dog ears. They were there! Her silver eyes were wide seeing this, feeling them but she was even hearing some light pats behind her seeing the tail finally.

".....!?!?....." She seriously had a tail!! And ears!? How was this possible what was going on!?

Jaron sighed seeing her shocked but looks to her.

"So...they are...I have.....I got.."

"Yeah...but how...how in the world did you even get them? "he asked to look at her but he only sees her lower her hands from her head looks down confused.

"I don't know I Just..I didn't even know I had them." she looks to Jaron seeing him look at her then looks down again to sigh.

"Guess you do know since that explains why Jinx and them freaked out like before....." He mutters but Melinda was looking quiet then lowers her hands to ask,

"T..then.."

"?????"

".....A..are they real....are they.." she mutters but Jaron looks worried.

"...They are real Melinda.." he said.

"........." she didn't say much but Jaron was worried but she said nothing for a moment before looking silent.

"T..then can you..t..tell? Are they....."

"Hmm?"

"C..can you umm...d...double c..check t..to be sure?"

Wait, was she asking him to test it? He didn't say anything but looks to her. In a moment, Jaron reaches to pet her head gently. Right away, she closes her eyes from the head pets but she felt her own tail wagging slowly from the happy pets. Even her ears twitched from him touching them.

"......"

'They even feel real too..so soft..' he thought blushing petting her as she was closing her eyes but feels the doberman ears twitching. However, he even carefully scratches behind the ears when a happy whine came from her. It's like she was a happy puppy a he blinks to blush heavily still scratching her ears more.

She was smiling while closing her eyes, feeling the scratches behind her ears wagging her tail even more. Even leaning into his touch wanting more ear scratches. Yeah, she seriously is precious.

"N..Nice..your scratches feel nice.." she said softly blushing.

"..I......."

'What the heck am I doing!? I mean....she's super adorable but..no no focus Jaron..' he thought but Melinda looks to him when she opens her eyes to blink.

"Sorry sorry.." he said trying to calm down but sighs. "Well, I can confirm the ears and tail are real.." he said.

"Really?"

"Yes. So...that does explain why your team was hiding your ears and tail. Knowing that others might be..unsure on how to react." he said.

"That or....others finding out." He knew most might be confused but worse; other guys might find out and try to touch or pet her. Now he can't have that can he?

As Jaron and Melinda were talking, the others were shocked hearing the story from Jinx at what happened. Now they were trying to figure out how to help her.

~~~~with the other DBT And cursed Vixens~~~~

"So...let me get this straight; Melinda got hit with something and now..she has dog ears and a tail like Jaron does?" Ink asked seeing the vixens nod.

"And now you guys been hiding her ears and tail since then?" Ophelia asked.

"Yeah, we didn't know how to tell her so..I guess Jaron will tell her. Even so. We figure someone hit her with some magic or something but we don't know how long the ears and tail will be." Echo said which shocked the DBT.

"Geez......"

"So it's something like that but...it's strange how that worked in a way.....but..is she is alright and don't know about the ears or tail?" Maggie asked.

"Well, Jaron must have told her so she must know by now." Jinx said rubbing the back of her head. For now, the girls were unsure on how Melinda would react but the DBT knew Jaron will keep her calm. Given the situation.

"Yeah, I still stand by what I said.." Rust said with arms crossed.

"And that is?" Ink said confused.

"Those two were seriously made for one another. I mean dang! It's like if they kept those ears they might end up really having pups in the future!" He laughed only to get bonked by Shdwkyz. "OW!"

His eye was twitching hearing this while holding the sheath of his katana with the others sweatdropping to sigh.

~~~~~~~With Jaron and Melinda~~~~~~~

"So it seems were in the same predicament huh? I was not expecting to even get these like you." she mutters while her ears were down still with Jaron rubbing her back.

"I know it's a lot but.....It won't last long since you said it will go away." he said but deep down he thought she looked precious with the ears and tail! He wanted to cuddle and pet her to see her being happy-No no no not now! He looks quiet but Melinda remains quiet to sigh.

"Well, at least we have something in common. I got these cute adorable ears like you do...that means we really were meant to be huh?" she smiled even if Jaron blinks to blush even worse that he covers his mouth feeling his tail wagging happy to hear that. Damn it why did she have to be so precious!?

"?????" She blinks but looks seeing the tail hitting the sheets behind him. However, Melinda only smiled to gently take his hand as he blinks to look at her. Even her own tail was wagging happily.

"Sorry it's just....please don't think this is weird but you seriously are adorable..even with the ears and tail....." he mutters but she only blushed to look down.

"Y...You think so?" she asked to see that Jaron nods not looking at her. However Melinda blushed more that she even hugs him suddenly while her own tail wags happily behind her. He didn't move but he just reaches to pet her head seeing the ears.

"Y...Yeah..you really do look adorable....."

"Awwww, you're so sweet. I mean, I didn't know I had them but I'm happy I do...even if I know they will go away when they do r..right?" she asked and yet Jaron sighed. True, he was still waiting for his own ears to go away.

"But..I guess this means we will be there for one another even with the dog ears and tail." she said but Jaron looks to the side to sigh.

"Yeah....that's true. Though I will ask if you can be sure you hide your ears and tail. I don't..want anyone else to see you this cute. I only want to see it." he mutters even if Melinda heard that to blink.

"W..Wait..did I hear that right?" she asked but saw his face dark from blushing.

"Well yes. I know you will have them for a while but..I don't want other guys trying to do something to you. So...that's why I just figure I...ask.." he said and yet Melinda blinks to gently smile. All Melinda did was hug him but her tail was resting on his own.

"Don't worry I'll be fine silly..but I won't let another guy touch or pet me....I'll be alright." she said softly even kissing his cheek that Jaron blinks. He just sighed but was petting her again while she smiled feeling her ears twitch thanks to it. However, her tail was still resting on his own as his own was wagging like hers.

"Good......" He mutters happy even nuzzling the top of her head. Right into her ears as she blinks to close her eyes giggling from the soft nuzzles.

"H..Hey, that tickles <3.." she giggled happy but Jaron smiled even so. Still so precious.

Seems the two were alright with this even going on. Though, they would rest up for a bit before leaving the room to hang out with the others. The DBT and the Vixens were worried but they knew deep down Jaron and Melinda will be alright. Though, they did wonder how long the ears and tail will last for the time. For now, Jaron will savor the moment just like Melinda doing the same with him.

That and getting used to this for the time being.

[holybibly]

❣ 𝔇𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦 ❣ Your dorm closes for the summer, and you are literally left in the middle of the street with endless stacks of romance novels and fluffy blankets. Luckily, Yunho and Yeosang's friends have kindly agreed to take you in until the academic term starts. What neither Yunho nor Yeosang have warned you about is that your new roommates will be two luxurious Dobermans guys. They look like they've stepped straight out of the pages of those twisted romance novels you've been so obsessed with. ❣ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ ❣ It couldn't be better than Professor Choi's personal lecture on Mondays. ❣ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ ❣ Your recently divorced philosophy professor is a sight for sore eyes. How could you resist your sexual desires for him when he was the most amazing man you'd ever seen? It is a pity that you never had the no chance that he would like you —shy, awkward, and a virgin to boot. But what are you going to do when you find out that your perfect Professor Choi San is no angel at all and that he spends too much time thinking about what panties you're wearing during lectures? ❣ 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ Your roommate San fucks you in the shower when the tension between you two gets too hot for you to handle.

❣ 𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔇𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ Life sucks, but you suck better. Or your mafia daddy needs to relax and you're more than happy to oblige. ❣ ℑ𝔡𝔬𝔩 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ San is one of the members who really wants to have sex after the concert. He's got too much adrenaline and horny energy in him, even though he's physically tired. He needs it badly. ❣ 𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔜𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔬 ❣ You can always feel the difference between them. San is quiet and calm; he slowly drives you crazy with his touches, preferring to prolong the pleasure for hours. Yunho, on the other hand, is passionate, hot, and impatient; he likes to take you rough and fast. He was like an icy flame, while San was like scorching ice.

❣ 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ San looks like real candy, do you want to lick it?

❣ 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ It was a real surprise when you were invited to his chambers tonight, because you could never tell what he wanted. But you knew that word had probably got around - you have a taste for pain. Just like him. ❣ 𝔚𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ You should have heeded the warnings before you wandered alone through the woods on a full moon night. Or where you're meeting a big, handsome and very mean wolf from whose clutches you won't easily escape and maybe that's exactly what you want. ❣ ℌ𝔶𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞, 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦, ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔧𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔚𝔬𝔬 ❣ A feline pride of 5 luxurious predators is moving into the house next door, and perhaps a little sugary lamb is just what they crave for dinner. ❣ ℭ𝔬𝔴𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔉𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞, 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦, ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔧𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤 ❣ Hot cowboys with a lactation kink and a strong oral fixation who find it difficult to keep their hands to themselves when they meet a pretty busty waitress in a saloon who works part-time as a breastfeeding nanny during the day. ❣ 𝔄𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞 ❣ Aristocratic blue blood vampires Sanhwa who cannot share you with each other.

[doberbutts]

Are mals really the Ownership Level Expert breed of dog that people make them out to be? Obviously not all dogs fit all lifestyles and etc but as a working dog, how do they stack up against a GSD or Dobe or other?

I think it is a little of both.

I have seen malinois be beginner dogs. I also personally wouldn't recommend them for most beginners. But I also say that about dobes.

I do think there is more of a tendancy to breed for extreme temperament in the malinois than there is in many other, superficially similar breeds, and that is where a lot of people get into trouble. I also think there is more of a tendancy for people who own these extreme-reputation dogs to talk about- and often even encourage- these extreme traits. I think that a malinois is not a good fit for everyone. And I think the people who are talking about how they'll ruin your yard and eat the walls in your house and bite all your neighbors and kill all the dogs at the dog park are being very ridiculous.

Not because I haven't met mals like that- I have. I do bitesports for fun. There's always someone with a mal that looks and acts like it's a ticking time bomb. But I think acting like EVERY mal will be like that is just silly.

They are a breed that was bred to bite first and ask questions later. Many of them are environmentally sensitive. They have a genetic tendancy towards emotional dysregulation. They're fairly high energy and have a strong desire to be constantly using their brains. I do find that most of them are "more dog" than your average doberman. But I also don't think they're the equivilant of a domesticated tiger.

[uncannysam]

PARTIES: @eldritchaccident, @uncannysam, ft. Scout & Teddy & Sam's son TIMING: Mid January SUMMARY: Sam and Teddy are in for a real treat when a recent trade-in comes to life and wreaks havoc on the store! WARNINGS: None! Just some cuteness!

Something about comic shops always enraptured Teddy. A nostalgia filled promise of a familiar welcoming space. Despite never having been in this one before, they had a few ideas of what they could expect. Rows and rows of the newest covers, the latest stories, and the biggest names. At least a few tables of old comics, worn from love. The lovely glass counters containing trinkets that could transport you across ages of nerdy content. It was one of the things they could always rely on no matter where they moved. The consistency the kid needed as they grew. 

The bell chimed nicely as the ex-demon pushed through the entrance, happily holding the door for the stranger who was rushing out. Maybe they had a whole stack of Magic the Gathering cards to unwrap, or just really wanted to dive into the latest Gwenpool. Understandable. Teddy offered them a smile, didn’t even really care that it wasn’t returned because the clerk (and the adorable dog) at the counter both seemed to be sporting a grin. 

“Oh man I think this just became my favorite shop, who IS this little guy??” If there was one constant in this crazy world, it’s that Theodore Jones fucking loved dogs. Any kind of dog really. Golden Retriever, Rottweilers, Mutts, Poodles, Schnauzers, Perro specifically, Labs, Cats, Papillions, Spaniels of all sorts, Huskies, Malamutes, Dobermans, Shepherds Australian, German, or otherwise. Didn’t even have to be a real dog, Ted’d probably like it. 

—

“Thanks! Come again!” The trade-in value of some of the comic books and things the previous customer had just turned in was going to be enough to help with rent, bills and food for the rest of the month, and Sam wasn’t complaining. In fact, she had promised to take some homemade looking Funko! Pop off of his hands just because he had thrown in so many other good comics, which hadn’t raised any suspicions at all aside from the fact that it had been one of the ugliest looking things she had ever laid eyes on.

“Scout, I think he just bought us a good dinner tonight.” Sam smiled down at the dog as she picked up the box full of back issues of many popular comics off the counter and moved them to a countertop lining the wall behind her. And when she turned around, she noticed another customer had entered the building, and one who was apparently very enthusiastic about dogs.

Grinning and in a rare good mood, Sam walked over to Scout and kneeled down, “This is Scout. My right hand man, and I’m Sam.” She looked up at them and stuck out her hand, “What can I help you with today?”

—

Among Ted's multitude of mixed and matched jobs, walking or grooming dogs (any animals really) was probably the top pick. Any place that let man's best friend ‘work’ alongside the far less impressive and lovely humans, was a winner. A grin split their cheeks wide as they approached, happily taking Sam's hand before offering their own for the pup to sniff. 

Admittedly, Teddy had almost forgotten why they came by as soon as they saw Scout. The momentary lapse left them fumbling slightly for the words. The verbal version of opening the refrigerator just to stare into the chilly depths before finally grabbing what you wanted. “Right uh– hey, hi, I'm Teddy. Sorta just– walked by this place a few times and never had a chance to actually come in. Which is a crime, because it's amazing in here.” 

Their eyes wandered around for a moment, excitedly soaking in the colorful covers and interesting figurines and decorations, until their eyes fell on a statue of a familiar red demon with a tan trench coat and a big old right hand. “Any chance you guys carry the latest BPRD series?” Hellboy itself was done, the story finished, but the series about all the other folks in that universe? Well it was still going and still amazing. 

With all the attention on the dog, the shop owner, and the rest of Escape Your Fate Comics, Teddy didn't even notice the slight shaking of the odd little box off to the side of the counter. 

—

Sam gave Teddy a firm handshake, before releasing it and watching as they went to greet Scout. Scout was the star of Escape Your Fate. He usually hung out by the register or in the back, but it never failed that once people laid eyes on him, they had to say hello; which Sam never minded, because he had been a great ice breaker for people who might have been nervous about coming into the shop.

With a warm smile in the direction of her best friend, Sam put her sights back on her potential customer, “I get that a lot, unless comics are your primary goal for leaving the house. She actually came in on a good day. The guy that left as you were coming in just traded in some good books.” Sam didn’t even acknowledge the weird looking Pop that sat in off on its own. If Teddy noticed and wanted it, it was theirs.

“BPRD...Let me check.” Sidestepping, she pulled up the inventory in her computer and found what she was looking for. “So anything I have in stock is going to be over here.” Moving out from behind the counter, she walked over to the shelf that held a few of the volumes and some of the past issues of Hellboy. “I’ve also got back issues over there in the corner, but you’d have to sort through those. All those books are 99 cents. Anything else I can help you with, just let me know. And if I come across anything in that stack on the counter, I’ll let you know.” Sam moved back to her pile of comics to sort through to give Teddy some space.

—

The strange little pop figure in the box didn’t like being overlooked so easily. The human behind the counter gave it sidelong glances like it was ‘homemade’ rather than crafted by the gods themselves (okay, well, the miniature creature didn’t exactly know how it came into being, but it liked to believe that it was a gift to the earth.) Then this caster comes in and doesn’t even spare it a second look! What did a figurine need to do to get some respect around here? Huh? The box began to shimmy and shake as the stone came to life, springing from its trappings and alerting the others in the shop to its presence. 

A tiny roar, not quite… small sounding, but almost distant. Teddy heard it, but at first they weren’t looking in the shop to find its source. If it wasn’t for the clarity they would have assumed it was far down the street, but no. It just sounded… tiny. The ex-demon’s attention shifted from the jackpot collection of books (That they were absolutely about to purchase almost all of, and probably then some more from the other displays.) to the minuscule terror throwing a tantrum on the counter. 

Magic cards and mystery box figurines were being tossed left and right as the creature raged. It jumped up on the cash register and held aloft a tiny scepter it stole from a very well crafted Skeletor statuette. It cried out again, but Teddy didn’t understand what it was trying to say. “S-Sam??” Was this normal in this shop? Ted looked on in a mix of confusion and a little awe, it was… surprisingly cute, for how filled with anger and fury it seemed to be. 

—   

Scout immediately stood up and started barking loudly at the tiny creature shaking its small box prison. The dog was curious, but also startled by its actions. He had been around the shop long enough to know that mom’s figurines and stacks of delicious looking paper to tear up was not to play with and never moved on its own unless prompted. But this was completely different, and with his bright colored eyes, he followed the creature’s movement across the counter and over to the computer; tail wagging fiercely as he continued to bark.

It had certainly garnered Sam’s attention. And turning around, she set her eyes on the dog, “Scout! Hush!” It wasn’t until she heard Teddy speak her name that her eyes went from Scout to them to the figurine that was now crying out a tiny war cry and threatening her with its scepter, “What the actual fuck?” She quickly glanced back at Teddy with narrowed eyes, “Well that explains why that guy was in such a hurry to leave…”

Not hesitating any longer, Sam slowly began to approach the animated object that continued to yell at her in its miniscule booming voice, “I can’t…What are you saying?” As she moved in closer, she finally leaned down, not feeling one bit threatened trying to hear what it was saying, until she was whacked fiercely and repeatedly with the end of the tiny toy it was holding, “Ow! You little shitass!” Jumping back, she rubbed her cheek seeing the tiniest bit of blood on her fingers, “Okay, I don’t know what the fuck you are, but we’re not playing this game.” After rubbing her hand on her jeans, Sam moved in and reached out to grab the tiny gargoyle, until she watched it quickly take off towards the ceiling; Scout, still barking excitedly at the moving figurine.

—

Teddy tried to hold in the laugh that burst from their chest in a way that would make Ridley Scott proud. They tried. Even put a hand in front of their mouth to catch the huff of air. It wasn’t funny, it shouldn’t have been funny. Sam got thwacked and the small stone creature was still throwing a tantrum. But the sight of its ‘extremely fierce’ weapon complete with glittery light up resin bauble at the top was a little too much to take seriously. 

Which of course, only angered the now flying creature. The gargolito swirled and swooped. Covering the distance of the store like a vulture looking for its next meal. One it found in the mop of Teddy’s peachy pink hair. It dove and grabbed a fistful, and was surprisingly strong enough to carry the cackling caster a few feet before giving up and huffing a loud sigh. Teddy swatted and squirmed but the ‘danger’ was over before they even had a real chance to react. 

“Hey!! Rude!! That hurt you little shit.” Their eyes flicked back to Sam, who was clearly just about as stunned and done as they were. “What the hell do you want??”  

The grumpy mini-grotesque perched on top of a revolving rack of comics and eyed the trio. Squinting and baring its teeth as Teddy yelled, but then tilting its head when asked. That was more like it. The humans should have been asking that from the beginning. But unfortunately neither seemed to understand its tiny tyrades. So it pointed. Using the scepter to aim at a different glass case. Though Teddy couldn’t quite tell what it was looking for specifically. Maybe Sam would have a better idea, it was her store. 

— 

Sam followed the little menace with her eyes as it flew around her store, and when it landed in Teddy’s hair, she set her focus on it. What is this little shit up to? However, seeing the person be picked up off the ground and moved a few feet by something so tiny left the woman stunned. How could something so small have so much strength? But before she could make an effort to run over to make sure they were okay, she noticed it had put them back down and now found a spot on a rack, “Are you okay?”

It didn’t seem like the conversation was going so well, until it cocked its head to the side – cute, but something Sam wouldn’t openly admit. She let her eyes follow the scepter to the glass case containing a rare, unopened WWE Sheamus action figure dressed in royal garb, and then it hit her; the little hellion wanted the crown and the cape from the action figure, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She looked back over at the statue and glared, “No. That thing’s worth nearly a hundred dollars. I’m not opening it up, just so you can play dress-up!”

Scout had finally tired himself out barking and laid down on the floor looking between Sam, Teddy, and the tiny demanding toy with his head cocked to the side. It was more excitement than he was used to experiencing in the store.

Sam shook her head no and moved over towards the corner. This TOY wasn’t going to bully her into opening something that would pay a bill. Grabbing a broom, she spun it around with the broom head facing upward prepared to chase the little nuisance out the store if she had to.

—  

For the briefest of moments, Teddy thought the tiny stone menace was going to pull a cosmic horror Charlie Brown on the pair. When they saw the broom come out, they could see the arc of where it might land. The creature dodging the bristles just in time for it to come crashing down on their head. But no, the angry little gargoyle was already off terrorizing a different part of the store. 

Teddy was just playing catch up. Drifting back from the daydream that unwillingly played out as if it had happened. A fairly common thing for them really. Everything always seemed to feel a bit dreamlike. Sometimes a bit more nightmarish, but you know, kept shit interesting. 

The creature was lamenting, pointing at something it wanted and Sam was shouting something about rent. When their head had stopped spinning from the shock of being pulled by their hair and the vision of a broom crashing over their noggin, Teddy snapped back to the present. 

“Woah hey, if the little guy wants that, I’ll buy it. I’ll pay double. Maybe it’ll calm him down??” Teddy wasn’t sure, but it was worth a try, wasn’t it? Better to soothe it than anger it more, right? 

— 

Sam stopped dead in her tracks when Teddy said they’d pay double. If they really wanted to buy the little menace a $100 toy, then that was their business, and she wasn’t going to stop them, “If you really want to pay that much, then fine.” She slowly put the broom back down, keeping her eyes trained on the little stone statue. Sam didn’t trust the thing, and she wasn’t ready to turn her back to it just yet.

Eyes still trained on it, Sam moved over to where she kept the keys to the case full of her most valuable goods, “Are you happy you little, shit ass. You’re getting exactly what you want.” She glared at it while she moved towards the case and when she found the key she needed, she unlocked it and reached up on the top shelf to grab the figure of Sheamus, untouched and still in the original packaging. It was going to pain her to see Teddy open up the box just so some little possessed Funko! Pop Doll could feel like a king.

When Sam got back to the register, after locking up the case again, she put the keys away and rang up the toy, “If you’re sure about this, then the total comes to $100 even. I’m not charging you double. But consider this the most expensive toy you’ve ever bought just to watch it get trashed.” She refused to put it in a bag. What was the point? “And you’re opening it for him, because I can’t bear to see what happens.”

—

There should have been a twinge of guilt. Or perhaps remorse, but Teddy Jones had not been raised to worry about things like giving into temptation. If anything, it was encouraged. If anything, Teddy could understand the small stone creature’s desire a little too well. Back home, there was a litany of expensive toys. Rare collectibles. Mostly paid for. While they may not have been a demon anymore, they were certainly raised by one, though one might have expected a damn dragon with the way Teddy tended to hoard things. 

It wasn't always like that. They weren't always as lucky. Teddy had spent the better part of their childhood staying in motels or camping if they were on land, otherwise the child simply slept on their father's monstrous back or belly while floating in the ocean. Like an eldritch otter family. (No wonder they'd taken to Pascal so quickly) It wasn't until much later that Leviathan started using its connections and prowess to collect a much more permanent source of income. A much more vast vault of wealth. Something Teddy could spend frivolously for the rest of their days and still not burn through. 

So maybe they should have felt guilt that they were spending a hundred bucks (so incredibly not the most expensive toy they owned) on something just to have it ‘wasted’. Teddy didn't see it like that. They saw a small creature trying to figure out its place in the world. Trying to vye for the respect it wanted, and the care it deserved. Teddy smiled towards Sam, paid in cash, then carefully removed the crown from the packaging. 

The creature was delighted. It cooed and crooned, twirling in the air and yelping with joy before landing on a shelf behind the counter and reverting back to its still stony form. A watchful, and very prideful, little guardian gargoyle. 

“I think he likes your shop. Just wanted to be a little King.” 

—

Sam had worked hard to get where she was. It had taken her years to build up her courage. To tell herself that she was good enough and deserving enough to have her dreams and then some. That just because people in the world saw her as being different didn’t mean she deserved any less. And when she had finally built up enough courage to take her first step forward, she then had to work on gaining the knowledge for pursuing her hopes and goals. Working harder than her fellow classmates and not giving up anytime rejection pushed her back down. And once she had far surpassed those who assumed they were better than her, even if the assumption had been unspoken, Sam had to financially tackle her dreams. Another task that took even more work, time, and energy piled on top of a never-ending uphill battle, and the day she was finally able to flip on the Open sign to Escape Your Fate, was the day she knew she had made it.

But now, Sam stood watching as a possessed little toy was pampered with one of the most expensive things in her shop; bought by someone who threw away money like it was no issue to them. And with it, came an unexpected dig into her heart and all she had worked for and continued to work for. But the money was in her pocket now, and once she had seen the reaction to the toy spinning in joy, before quietly taking its place behind her as if nothing had ever happened, she realized it was probably for the best.

“He’s not going to do this every time he wants something from me is he? I can’t afford to give a toy anything it wants just because he tries to trash my shop. If that’s the case, you might as well take our son home with you.” Their son. So aptly named, because in that moment Sam and Teddy had to calm down a cursed Funko! Pop that was acting like a five year old.

As she looked back one last time at the small statue dressed as a king, Sam couldn’t help but shake her head, before turning back to face Scout and Teddy, “Is that all or were you looking for something else today?” 

—

“Who can say? But uhh. How about this, put me down for a subscription of toys and comics and what not. You choose ‘em, just a whole bunch. Whatever you think is fair. And I'll send money every month. If he wrecks something, put less stuff aside. Or nothing at all.” Teddy hummed happily, loving the idea of a little surprise box they'd get to pick up. A good enough reason to come out of the house, an even better reason to come and check in on the store to make sure everything was still okay. 

“Call it child support.”

[asumiverde]

*looks at you over folded hands* hey hey hey let me overexplain to you a thing doberman pinscher milf witch that exchanged her physical head (those eyeballs floating around her are her old pair) for her stack of pumpkins carved into symbols of power. bottom is vampire based, middle is a boost in magic in general, top is werewolf (hey i think furries are diff to were's in this case). she also has themes of magic roses since i think magic based in plants is p cool conjoined sickly trans twins that spend a lot of time in the lefts lab much to the rights vexation, right doing the most to get a nap, or a snack in both of them since the idiot on the left hyperfixates. yeah yeah helping people with science gO THE FUCK TO SLEEP OR THE DEATH CURSE WILL EAT US BOTH SHUT UPPPPP

[thegodthief]

I'm slow to recognize when something is just background noise and when something is important enough to require my full attention. When you grow up in an environment where everything is a stressor, you learn not to stress about anything warranted or not.

So when I dreamt of the malicious spirit coming for my ass on the third night, I didn't connect it with previous nightmares because they've all rated 2/10, as in I've been in social scenarios more scary than the fear the nightmares brought. After a long day struggling to meet certain regulatory deadlines lest a five-digit fine be slapped on my ass, what the hell does a dream of an Aliens/The Thing dog crossbreed have to shock me with?

And that is, indeed, how the third dream on the third night opens with. I dreamt I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, surrounded by stacks of paperwork that I brought home from work. I'm trying to sort them into piles of necessity. What has to be handled the moment I walk into the office "tomorrow", what can be delegated, and what is a non-emergency on my part but the evidence of certain officemates trying to push their work off on me.

And why the hell is this Black Dog in here, snarling and snapping at me like I just ate the last piece of bacon and it's personally offended.

Ugh, it's drooling on the papers. Lemme scoot everything over. As if it's perfectly normal to have a leashed Great Dane/German Shepard/Doberman/Eldritch Horror mix lunging at me from the shadows.

I move over, the dog closes the gap. Again, its snout is just inches away from my bare arm. But for all that growling, snarling, and howling that it's doing, it's nothing compared to the discomfort waiting me in the office if I don't get my shit sorted out before the work week starts.

It snaps at a paper and rips it. Unfortunately, it's one that I need. I snatch it away from the dog's reach and sternly reprimand it. "No! Not yours! Fuck off!"

The dog lunges at me again but the restraint keeps it an inch from my face. I can smell foul odors, some organic, some not. I don't think anything of it, because I've seen the scavenging cats in the complex and the coyotes outside the fence.

Still not realizing that I'm in a dream and that there nothing normal about this situation, I move my papers over again and scoot over as well. There's not much room left between me and the far wall, but at least the dog can't rip anymore papers.

Except its restraint gives way just enough for it to move closer as well. Now it's less than an inch away from my bare arm, but I've moved the papers so that it can't get them anymore.

Finally, I've had enough. I turn to look at it and it lunges for my face. Slavering jaws snap so close to my nose that the air moving in its wake pulls its stench away from me. But instead of being afraid, I'm pissed.

"ENOUGH DAMMIT!" I take my hand and plant it firmly on the dog's snout. I might as well have been a child trying to pet a direwolf from the size of the thing, but I don't pay attention to that as I force the dog's head to bow.

My hand and arm are now within reach. All it has to is duck and roll over me and take off my arm at the bicep. But it can't. It can't raise its head. Even though my push is open-palm, without any grip at all from my hand, the dog is unable to push back against it or do any damage to me whatsoever.

"Huh. That's odd." I keep holding the dog's head down and look around my room. I see other persons there, spirits that I know do not have the physical form that I'm seeing. Some are staring at me in concern, some are amused, and a few are bored. I realize I'm not in physical space and there is the slight idea that I might be dreaming.

I looked up at the assembled spirits in the room. "Y'all just let anything come in here like this?"

"Well..." One of the more able spirits moved to squat next to me. "Shit like this is always trying to come in here. It can't hurt you unless you allow it to. See the leash? It wasn't leashed when it got here."

The dog is making a bigger ruckus under my hand. In response, I force its head to the floor and hold it there with minimal effort. For all it tries to surge against my hand, it cannot move nor attack me.

"Wait. I recognize this smell. Yesterday's nightmare?"

The spirit nodded.

"And the nightmare from the other day, the one with the dog's fur morphing into barbed tentacles?"

The spirit nodded again.

"Some bitch sicced a Black Dog against me?" I wasn't afraid. I was furious.

The spirit sighed. "Please tell me you're not panicking. Sometimes I can't tell if you're excited or terrified."

I sat still for a moment while the dog squirmed under my hand. "Uh..." After checking my feelings, I had an answer. "Definitely not terrified. I can't tell if I'm excited, angry, or both, though. Does that matter?"

"Well, have you forgotten the lesson of the seal?"

"That [Patient Caller] didn't have to touch me to hurt me. All they had to do was make me panic, and I would hurt myself in the process?"

"Oh good, you did retain that."

I looked back at the dog. "As long as I'm not afraid of the dog, it can't hurt me. But if I yield ground, it will take what I yield. Then what happens when I take what I yielded back?"

I considered changing my hand's positioning from open palm to a grip and immediately reconsidered when I realized that would be a gesture of accepting whatever the dog had brought with it. So instead, I kept my hand open and carefully stood up. As I did, my hand raised from the floor, and the Black Dog was able to rise as well.

But as long as I kept my hand pushing on its muzzle, it could only advance as far as I let it.

I started pushing it back towards a strange shadowy stain on the far wall where the leash was coming from. It snarled! It barked! It growled so deep that my bones jiggled! But for all the noise and visual clutter it was making, it still couldn't push my hand to the side or advance any closer than I was allowing.

Step by measured step, I pushed it back to the wall, and then through the wall. The leash remained taut the entire time. Once every hair and snot of it was gone, the wall repaired itself and resumed the color it has in the Waking.

A few of the spirits in the room clapped. Some looked even more bored than before. I washed my hands and pulled my papers back across the floor to resume sorting them before waking. But before I sat down, a stray thought came to me.

"Wait, if this is the third time, then it's going to come at me again. After all, someone has summoned the thing to come for me, personally. It's going to keep coming for me until I either put it down, or deal with the summoner."

Most of the spirits nodded.

"Aight. I'll deal with that later. Right now, I do need to take advantage of my lucidity to determine who I'm going to set on fire at work and who to leave in the pyre of their making."

And so I did.

[koofishy]

I Wake You from the Nightmare

aka taekook au where Taehyung has a nightmare involving his neighbor and wants to make sure he's okay

Idk if I need to warn, but hospitals and injuries are mentioned for half a sentence as part of Tae's nightmare. No details or anything, idk, you might not even notice it, but I just wanted to be sure :) Title from 낙원 (Paradise) by bts

Jungkook had just finished showering, wet towel still hanging around his neck, when the knocking started up.

He was confused for a second, because why would anyone be at his door at half past three on a Wednesday morning, especially when Jungkook wasn't doing anything loud. He thought about ignoring the person and going to sleep, but the knocking was insistent and getting louder by the second.

He huffed, annoyed, and after putting up his towel to dry, he pulled on a shirt and made his way to the door.

He looked through the peephole but it was too dark in the corridor outside to see anything.

Jungkook inhaled through his teeth.

He was a guy stacked with muscles who boxed in his free time, had a tattoo sleeve and piercings all over him, and owned a huge Doberman (who couldn't hurt a fly, and at the moment was staying at his parents' house, but the attackers didn't need to know that).

In conclusion, he was probably not in danger.

He pulled the door open.

And then blinked in surprise.

"Taehyung?"

Standing in front of him, nearly swallowed up by the corridor's shadows, was none other than Jungkook's handsome neighbor of six months, Kim Taehyung.

They'd only met a handful of times before and talked even less, so Jungkook could only stare at him, mouth open in shock and confusion.

Taehyung looked like he awoke only a few minutes ago. His hair was mussed up, a bird's nest, night shirt askew, shorts wrinkled. He still looked unfairly pretty, though.

He was also barefoot, but Jungkook had seen him like that before. The guy wasn't a fan of shoes in general.

"Uh," Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hi."

"Hi," Jungkook shook his head a little to get out of his reverie. He leaned against the doorframe, eyebrows raised. "What's up?"

Taehyung swallowed audibly, hands coming up to ruffle his unruly locks.

"Sorry for bothering you so late… Or early, I guess," he chuckled nervously.

"No problem, I wasn't sleeping yet," Jungkook assured him.

Taehyung sent him a hesitant smile at that, and Jungkook found himself reciprocating without a thought. But then it slipped from his face, a more serious expression taking its place.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no!," Taehyung said quickly, but then backtracked. "Well, not really."

He bit his lip, which would've been slightly distracting if Jungkook wasn't worrying about him.

"This is gonna sound weird," Taehyung started, making Jungkook's puzzled frown deepen as he watched him shift his weight from one foot to the other. "The case is that I, well. I had a dream about you."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"You had a dream about me?," he repeated, mind conjuring up all kinds of images without his permission. "What- uh, what kind of dream?"

Taehyung looked at him dead in the eye, gaze deep.

"A nightmare."

Oh.

Jungkook's cheeks heated up and he quickly got rid of his stupid thoughts, focusing fully on Taehyung.

As he looked closely, his neighbor seemed a bit distraught. The circles around his eyes were noticeable even in the dark, his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and he was kind of curling into himself, like the nightmare was still pressing down heavily on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said honestly. He stepped back from the door, motioning for Taehyung to come in. "Wanna talk about it?"

Taehyung's already big eyes widened.

"Oh no, thank you but I wouldn't want to bother," he said quickly. "And I don't really like talking about them, to be honest. But this one just felt so real and I just…"

He took a breath.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Jungkook blinked once, twice. Then his concern melted into something akin to fondness, a smile curling on his lips. He tilted his head to the side, catching Taehyung's gaze.

"Well, I am okay, I promise. There's no need to worry," he said gently.

A sigh escaped Taehyung and his shoulders lifted a little in relief.

"Okay. I'm glad," he said, mirroring Jungkook's expression shyly.

They stared at each other for a long moment, gazes locked. Taehyung's eyes were deep and captivating and Jungkook was quickly losing himself in them.

A gust of wind from his open window was what pulled them back to reality. It sent a shiver down their spine, snapping them out of… whatever they’d been doing, making them look away quickly.

Taehyung cleared his throat and took a step back.

"Well, thank you."

He still seemed hesitant though.

"Is there anything else?," Jungkook's voice held no annoyance or urgency and Taehyung paused, uncertain.

"There is, but… It's the weird part," he confessed. Jungkook leaned forward curiously.

"I won't judge."

Taehyung looked at him, regarding Jungkook with caution. When he only found honest kindness in his eyes, he let out a small laugh, slightly self-deprecating.

"I was wondering if I could give you a hug."

Jungkook's lips parted in surprise and Taehyung was quick to correct himself.

"Of course, you don't have to, we don't know each other that well! But even if we did, I know that not everyone is as touchy as me, so please don't feel pressured at all! You should just forget I asked, actually, it's-"

"Taehyung," Jungkook interrupted his rambling, biting down on his lip to stop his smile. "I'd be happy to hug you. Come here."

He let go of the doorframe and opened his arms wide, fighting the blush forming on his cheeks.

Taehyung gaped at him for a moment, astonished, but then he swallowed and took a step forward. Then another one, until he was right in front of Jungkook.

They were almost exactly the same height, Jungkook noticed. This way, he had a perfect view of Taehyung's fluttering lashes and nervously creasing forehead as he reached out tentatively and curled his arms around Jungkook's torso.

It made Jungkook's smile widen for some reason, feeling tingly where Taehyung's hands touched him. He put his arms around the man's shoulders and pulled him closer, until the other's chin was resting on his shoulder.

Surprisingly, it was not awkward at all.

Taehyung sighed and melted into the hug almost instantly, anxiousness flowing out his body gradually. Jungkook felt Taehyung's tensed muscles ease up, breathing even out, and his arms grew tighter around the man, protective.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?," he asked quietly. "I don't mean to pry, but they say that it helps if you tell it to someone."

Taehyung was silent for a moment, but then he sighed again.

"I've been having nightmares for a while now," he admitted, hands fisting Jungkook's shirt without him noticing. "Probably because I got a new job recently and it's making me anxious."

Jungkook hummed to let him know he was listening.

"The nightmares are usually not very concrete," Taehyung continued. "They jump around locations and times, and they have monsters and stuff, so it's easier to ignore them after I wake up because I know they weren't real."

Th paused. When he started talking again, his voice was a whisper Jungkook wouldn't have heard if it wasn't right next to his ear.

"But tonight I dreamed that I got a call out of the blue. They were telling me how you were brutally attacked. And when I reached the hospital, you were…"

Taehyung let out a shaky breath.

"You were just lying on that bed, as pale as the sheets, with these horrible scars and bruises, and the machines were beeping so loudly-"

Taehyung pressed his face into Jungkook's neck.

"It was so realistic!"

Jungkook's heart broke.

"Oh, Taehyung," he breathed. He pulled the man impossibly closer, one hand reaching up to stroke his hair, the other caressing his back. "I'm so sorry."

His own eyes were welling up as he nuzzled his head against Taehyung's.

"I'm okay, I'm perfectly well. You don't have to worry about it now, it was just a dream."

Taehyung made a small noise in the back of his throat.

"Sorry for bothering you with it."

"No, no," Jungkook said firmly. "No need to feel sorry, I'm glad you came over and told me. I wouldn't want you to suffer alone."

His fingers brushed through Taehyung's locks, massaging his scalp gently.

"You're okay now. Both of us are. We're safe," he muttered, voice calming. “You can relax now, Tae, I’m here.”

Taehyung's fists slowly curled out, letting go of Jungkook's shirt, hands flattening against his back. His exhales were warm against Jungkook's neck, and his hair felt ticklish on his skin.

They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, Jungkook whispering sweet, comforting words and caressing Taehyung soothingly. The man seemed to grow softer in his embrace, finally letting go of the nerves and anxiety completely.

When he eventually tried to pull back, Jungkook's arms remained on his shoulders, not letting him move far.

Their eyes found each other again.

"Thank you so much, Jungkook," Taehyung said, looking a lot calmer now. He pressed a hand to his own heart. "I can't express how grateful I am."

Jungkook shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

"I'm happy to help. Please, never be afraid to come over. I'll give you my number and you can call me whenever."

"Oh, that's not-," Taehyung tried, cheeks reddening, but Jungkook interrupted him.

"I insist."

Taehyung bit his lip, but then sighed.

"Okay. Thank you. But you should call me too if you have a problem!," he pointed at Jungkook, face serious. "I'm here for you, too, whenever you need me!"

Jungkook smiled, eyes crinkling and squeezed Taehyung's shoulder.

"Thank you."

The other man's smile was sweeter than honey.

Suddenly another breeze passed them, a little colder this time, and Taehyung shuddered, crossing his arms in front of his chest to warm himself.

Jungkook took a step back without a second thought and gestured invitingly.

"Would you like to come in and have some tea with me? It's good for the nerves," he said a little shyly.

Taehyung's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to decline, but then halted.

"Are you sure?," he asked.

"Hundred percent," Jungkook nodded. His hand was still on Taehyung's shoulder.

The man considered for a second, but then gave in.

"That'd be nice, thank you."

Jungkook's hand slipped down his arm and reached for Taehyung's, their fingers intertwining easily as if they were made to fit together. It made both of them turn a deep shade of red.

Taehyung quickly locked his own front door, then followed Jungkook inside his flat, where they kept holding hands even when it was unnecessary, even when it made pouring tea into mugs a lot more difficult.

And Taehyung stayed until all the tea was finished, and after that, too, until the birds started chirping with the first light. Until they weren't talking anymore, just cuddling quietly on Jungkook's sofa, getting lost in the warm comfort of each other.

And when they finally dozed off in each other's arms, Taehyung had the best sleep he'd had in months, without anything bothering him.

When he woke up, it was to Jungkook’s sparkling eyes as he asked Taehyung out on a date, turning his nightmare into the most wonderful reality he could’ve dreamed of.

And they fell in love and Tete never had a bad dream after that. :) Idk I'm still figuring tumblr out. I think I make more sense on twitter but the muskrat is making it worse by the day so I need another space for my shit (besides ao3 )