#i want the big puppy to do an awoo

[frilly-cake]

Do...

Do you think we'll see the Dread Wolf do an awoo?

👉🏻👈🏻

[hcllcoffin]

puppetoffthehook​:

hcllcoffin​:

He had to hold in the laugh since Billy was getting angry at his reaction. Still he had to breathe in deep to get the laugh down.

Eddie should know what was what but come on. Werewolves? “Okay so, like the grrr awoo?” He asked, “I swear you can punch me if I laugh.

Like big wolf man under the full moon?” He tried to not sound unconvinced but, now that he thought of it. Did he ever see Billy when the moon was full?

“Sorry for not believing, but the Upside Down is.. well, I saw that before. But I never seen a sexy wolf man running about.” That he knew of…. because Eddie would be probably trying to get a better look over running away like a sane person would. “Okay, a werewolf…

uhhh.. what do you look like? Like Wolfman or Werewolf in London? Ohhh do you look like a normal wolf?” Billy is not getting a moment’s peace from the curious Eddie now.

Billy growled and the sound was almost animalistic. “Then I already owe you at least one punch.” But he didn’t lash out. He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie, he’s just annoyed. This is a part of him that only his family knows about and now Eddie does too.

He shudders thinking of the previous summer. “July was the most painful full moon of my life. My entire being wanted to shift into wolf form but Vecna wouldn’t let me. He found a way to force the change off and it was.. agonizing. I thought I was finally going to die but I didn’t. Not til two days later.”

The blonde sighs his annoyance and glares at Eddie. “A pale gold wolf. That’s what I look like. From what Max tells me I’m a big dope in wolf form. Just hunt and try to cuddle. At least with her around.”

“If you can catch me” He was always up for a funny if not messed up game. The growl barely made him react. “Oh come on, if I said I was a werewolf and you weren’t, I bet you’d laugh to. Then again I don’t look wolf-like, unless were-coyotes are a thing” Or very said B-rated movie werewolves. Eddie, while strong, didn’t look like it.

But damn the idea of being unable to shift must have been really awful. Vecna was a heartless creature. He’d change his pawns but only what he wants. And he guess it explained why he never saw a wolf that summer. He still was expecting the sike or a laugh to come out, but it didn’t and given how serious Billy looked...

And there came the imagination and he beamed, “ohhh so not at all like Hollywood, just a more fluffy puppy. Well, she is your sister so there’s that.” He leans in, “a vampire and a werewolf, sounds like a funny little forbidden thing going on.” Oh g- does he smell weird? Fuuu- when he was alive he bet he smelled like a drug farm mixed with chips. Was that even a thing? “Do you have a sense of smell better than a person’s? Oh fu- please say you don’t” Because seeing Billy in high school probably didn’t help given Eddie had such a crush that rivaled all the girls at school.

"You're messing with me, right?" //werewolf big yes

@hcllcoffin

Billy sighed, exasperated by Eddie’s reaction to his confession. “I’m not fuckin messin’ around, Eds! I’m telling you the truth!”

He’s a bit miffed that the other doesn’t seem to believe him at all. Sure, werewolves weren’t common knowledge but he expected Eddie to believe him.

[professional-benaddict]

ok hear me out- puppy peter having a terrible record of abuse and runs away. someone finds him and takes him to vet tonys clinic, but peter is super skittish and wont let anyone do anything or get close to him without whimpering and crying. eventually, he lets tony touch him and then after getting fixed up, he only lets Tony near him, all this leading to tony adopting him and yeah (bonus: tony doesnt want any pets, he only likes to care for them at work, he doesn't like his home getting destroyed, but he makes an exception for peter) 🥺✋🏻

🐕 “Oh, my God... what did they do to you, huh?” Tony’s latest patient looks rough, to say the least. The Golden Retriever puppy looks underweight and just over all sick and weak. But, the puppy is very much afraid of people, but Tony is patient. He sits next to the cardboard box the puppy was found in, and talks in a gentle tone.

🩺 “Hey, hi. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help. Oh, you’re in pretty bad shape. That leg looks painful. Can I look at it? Oh, okay...” Tony backs off again after his fifth attempt at touching the puppy. Whenever he gets close, the puppy snarls at him as loudly as he can, and snaps his jaws at him. The poor dog is so dirty that Tony has no way of telling what is mud and dirt, and what could potentially be dried blood. But, before he can get to examining the puppy, he must get some trust.

🐾 “Hey, let’s try again. I’ll just put my hand on the box, yeah? Good boy, okay... And then, I’ll put it here- right next to your legs. Still okay? Good boy. Okay, now can I touch you?” Tony narrates softly as he inches his hand closer to the puppy. The canine snarls back at him, but not as aggressively as before. The sound is more tired now, and it definitely looks like the puppy is caving in. The puppy lets Tony touch his ears, and then stroke his head lightly.

🩹 “Hi!” Tony gushes, trying to keep his voice down. “Oh, I know this sucks. But, look at you! You’re so brave. Brave enough for me to see your leg? Oh, yes, you are. Good boy. Now, lets see.” Tony starts out by just petting the puppy gently. The petting is still clinical, with Tony searching for more wounds and injuries. Luckily, there is only a few scrapes, and no open wounds, so the puppy can have a bath today already.

🛁 The puppy looks even skinnier in the bath, with his rough and thin fur loosing its volume while wet and sticking to his skin. And since the puppy doesn’t trust anyone yet fully, Tony is the only one who can continue to touch him, and thus he has to bathe the puppy. It’s a bit of an odd task for a vet to take on, but Tony is happy to do it and coos to the puppy.

🧼 “We’re gonna get you squeaky clean, puppy love. Yes, we are. You’re gonna feel so much better afterwards. And, Janice is preparing you a meal right now. She’s gonna hide some supplements in the liver pate, so that you’ll grow big and strong. I’ll make you well again, pup, don’t you worry.” “Awoo!” “Yes, I am, puppy love. I’m gonna make you healthy again. You’ll see.”

🦮 On his third day at the vet hospital, Tony takes the puppy on a walk around the hospital building. Although he is still healing and undernourished, the puppy is very excited to be outside and wants to play. On his fifth day, tye puppy runs properly, and Tony shades a few tears.

🌡 Tony never gets this way with patients, but here he is, overly attached and caring for a patient. Still, Tony has no second thoughts about taking the puppy home with him. He has a good hunch about this. “I think I’ll name you Pete. It’s biblical yes, but what can I say? You do look like an angel to me.” Puppy Pete yelps happily in return, and paws at Tony’s chest to kiss his face. The vet sputters fondly, and holds his puppy close. His puppy.

[enigmawrappedinhypocrisy]

Hey there! I recently discovered your page and your writing is awesome. Do you think you can write some headcanons for Barley Lightfoot having a werewolf girlfriend? If you wanna keep it gender neutral that’s cool lmao. Thanks dude:)) (if you don’t wanna, don’t worry about it!)

Thank you- Sorry about the wait I’m bad with getting things done... Also... I’m not super sure I’m good at these specific type of person ones... like the Gorgon one I did a while ago... But I shall try. 

Not sure If you’re asking for it to be gender neutral... but you said girlfriend so I kept it mostly neutral... 

I’m assuming you mean like only fluffy on/near full moon werewolves... not like an anthro dog-girl... (also there’s like a bunch of different rules when it comes to things like vampires and werewolves so i’m winging it...) 

❀✦ Master List✦❀

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Barley loves his s/o for who they are first second and third... 

Their personality matters the him the absolute most... 

If he likes you he likes you... not what you are... 

However when it comes to a person who’s race is a little less represented in Mushroomtown (which I think consists mostly of elves, cyclopes, and Satyr’s-from what we’ve seen and the art book) he’s probably pretty alert for any discrimination or mistreatment of (anyone probably) his s/o. 

Barley will tell people off for their cruel comments...

You struggled for a while weather or not to tell Barley the truth about you...

It was against the rules (of your clan/pack) to tell outsiders, for your own safety and that of the rest of your pack. Or You were concerned about his reaction and your safety. (If no clan?) 

But you knew you could trust him... 

When you told Barley he proved you right. 

His eyes welled with tears as he told you how grateful he was that you trusted him with something so important. 

He asks lots of questions! 

｡ Wants to be informed... If you were bitten (and that’s how you’re a werewolf) he’d gently encourage you to tell him what happened... 

｡ He’d probably cry if it was anything less that consenting and happy... 

He really wants you to show him your other form, but respects if you don’t want to/are afraid to. 

If you’re a werewolf that goes all feral when transformed it’s a safety thing- you don’t want to hurt him. 

If you’re a werewolf that maintains control when transformed - it might be embarrassing but you’ll probably be persuaded with enough begging. 

He’s pretty excited to draw you either way though... 

｡ If you’re the kind of werewolf that gets made, he might ask you to turn him... so you can do the running through the woods “awoo” thing together... 

Assuming you’re the kind that keeps control and is a big puppy when transformed:

He 100% begs to pet you. 

This miiight be one of those things that’s like accidentally offensive though... If that’s the case he’d back off... but still want to... 

Will probably spend hours brushing/petting you if you let him. 

He’d try to spend full moons with you... cuddling and being cute... especially If it’s a painful/uncomfortable situation for you...

Will often fall asleep cuddling your fluffy form. 

He’d bring you all the snacks and movie night... 

Finds all the good scritch places!

Can werewolves eat chocolate? 

Would you be able to talk? 

*

If you’re trying for kids he might talk about puppies... you also might give him a little smack him over it... he’d laugh... 

I’m gonna say no sex whilst you’re transformed though... (unless you both are transformed than maaaaaaybe?) 

I guess if you’re really into it though... he might try it... 

Same with pet play- but I don’t think he’d be all to comfortable doing anything like this in a serious way... 

He might ask you if you wanna go for walkies (when you’re not transformed probably) Well he thought it was funny... 

Would save ‘leash things’ for when you’re ‘human’ if that’s a thing you wanna try... 

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A/N: Aaand that’s all I got... So sorry it’s not much... and Sorry that it’s confusing... supernatural things are hard cause they all have different rules... 

[emeraldtawny]

Ikevamp Suitors reacting to MC falling asleep witht their pets??

s….so……so soff ;w; This became longer than I thought so it’s going under a cut and on my masterlist because I quite like how these turned out griknerdht

Napoleon: He’s fallen asleep outside in the gazebo. Even Jupiter’s screech doesn’t wake him up, the eagle swooping down and perching himself gallantly next to his master. His beady eyes are trained on Napoleon but he doesn’t stir and the eagle preens its wing feathers before getting a more comfortable grip on the back of the bench. Until he wakes up, Jupiter is his loyal guard, making sure his sleep goes undisturbed.

Mozart: On a rare night that Schelm is perched outside the music room just listening to the soft piano, his head cocks when he realises that it stopped. Gliding down to the floor, he hops across the marble floor, his talons clicking loudly against the surface. But Mozart is responseless, his head laying on his arm atop the piano. With a soft hoo, Schelm jumps up onto the piano bench and puffs out his feathers before nestling comfortably next to his owner.

Leonardo: Lumiere’s golden-brown eyes have been glued on Leonardo all evening as he fiddles with the fifth new contraption this week. With a languid stretch, he leaps from the bed and makes a point of slinking through his hands, purring all the while. He grumbles but can’t find it in himself to move the cat off him, which of course gives the cat the thought to immediately settle himself between his crossed legs for a lazy catnap. With a huff, Leonardo puts his contraption down and scratches the cat’s ear, letting his own eyes drift shut to join his feline companion in sleep.

Arthur: After a nice long walk by the river, He had hoped this would be enough to tire out his little pup. Unfortunately, it only seemed to tire him out, especially considering he was up all through the night before writing up a storm. Vic makes a questioning little “awoo?”, to which Arthur just laughs at and unclips his leash before he makes his way to his couch and immediately just collapses onto. Vic sets his front paws on the couch and licks Arthur’s face, his only response being a tired grumble. Jumping up onto the couch, the pup makes himself comfortable on Arthur’s stomach, his owner’s hand subconsciously moving in his sleep to stroke the pup’s fur.

Vincent: His endeavour to find painting inspiration in the clouds turned into a lazy midday nap…a nap he is abruptly woken up from by some paws imparting all of their weight onto his stomach. As he blinks hazily, he recognises the chittering of his little raccoon. “Hello, Brush. Would you care to join me? It’s a…lovely day…to…”. Brush paws at his face as if disappointed by his owner. He still cuddles up into a ball next to Vincent, scratching at his tail before letting out a little yawn himself.

Theo: He’ll be making his way back to his room when he hears whimpering. With a rough sigh, he opens the door and is met with big puppy dog eyes from…a puppy dog. “What are you doing, King? You’re never this needy.”. With a happy wag of his tail, King paws his front paws at Theo’s leg and scampers over to the bed. With a raised eyebrow, Theo wonders if King knows he hasn’t been getting much sleep lately…no, surely not. Even so, he can’t deny he wants to lie down, and King joins him, both owner and pet falling asleep side by side join on their backs and both grumbling in their sleep. 

Dazai: The inspiration is slow today. As he stares at his empty parchment, he suddenly hears a soft coo from behind him. Before he can turn around, he feels little talons and soft feathers wiggling in his hair as his little java finch Bunta nests itself in his head as it so often does. He speaks out loud to Bunta to try clear his thoughts, but all he hears in reply is soft snoring coos. He sits up straight in his chair and closes his eyes, determined to keep his head level so as not to disrupt his feathered friend’s nap.

Isaac: He’s so lost in his work that he doesn’t notice little Harry scuttling around him. Nor does he see him crawling up the couch and crawling onto his lap, the little prickly ball quite happy as he closes his eyes. When he reemerges to reality, he hears a little squeak and he almost squeaks himself when he looks down and sees the little hedgehog in his lap. He….he can’t move him, even if he really needs to. He tries to focus on his work again and Harry’s little snoring noises keep distracting him…and making him…kinda sleepy too. Maybe just a little nap…

Jean: After a tough training session coupled with not getting enough blood, Jean enters his room and shuts the door behind him, sliding down to the floor with his back to the door. A small rawr draws his eye up, his little tiger cub padding up to him with her head cocked. He sighs and reaches out to lightly pet her head, to which she reaches up to paw his hand. She ends up tumbling into his lap and that gets him to laugh, even if it was a small exhale of breath through his nose. Cherie gives a big yawn and snuggles down further into his lap, Jean resigned to stroking her back as he stares at the ceiling, hardly aware of his eye closing and drifting off to sleep as well.

Shakespeare: It’s a lonely night tonight. And Puck seems to sense it, his nose twitching as he looks over at his owner staring down at his unfinished manuscript. With a little hop from across the table, he rests his fluffy chin atop his hand as if to say “no more work tonight”. Shakes smile at his little companion, giving him a cursory scratch to his head before resting his head on the table to better watch his rabbit. Both end up falling asleep amidst their staring contest, Puck’s head still snuggled sweetly on top of Will’s hand.

Comte: Sitting in his chair reading a book, he can’t fully focus on it with the soft scratching and rustling filling his room. WIth a chagrined smile, he sets the book down and finds his little white ferret chasing its tail around in circles excitedly. “Are you having fun there, Thyme?”. The ferret looks up and blinks before scampering up and circling around one of Comte’s legs. He reaches down to pick Thyme up, the white noodle squirming a little bit before he relaxes against his owner’s arms, his own little legs hanging languidly from his makeshift hammock. Content, Comte sits back down in his chair and letting his eyes drift shut watching Thyme’s cute little nose twitches.

Sebastian: It’s Rotte’s wool inspection day; need to make sure she’s nice and clean. So, of course, she’s rolling happily in the grass without a care. Sebas sighs as she gives a happy maaa and she rolls onto her feet and skips over. He sits down only to be almost bowled over onto his back as Rotte lies down as a sheep loaf and rests her head in his lap. He pats her head, resigning himself to clean her wool another day. All of the rushing around from the last couple of weeks catches up to him and Rotte’s warm head is his lap isn’t helping. “I’m sure MC can handle an hour or two without me…” “maa!”.

[kylermalloy]

I was tagged by @letsgobethegoodguys who I love dearly 🥰💛

Nickname: Kyler, online

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 5’3

Last thing I googled: voting locations in my county

Song stuck in my head: the opening to Uptown Funk

Number of followers: 161

Amount of sleep: 5 or 6 hours, including the naps I take in the afternoon and evening lol

Lucky number: don’t have one—but my favorite number is 4, no idea why

Dream job: teacher (I already am one, but I want to teach biology again pls 😫)

Wearing: pajama pants, a t-shirt, and a cozy cardigan

Favorite song: for the past week or so, Drop in the Ocean (it’ll change again soon)

Favorite instrument: piano! 🎹

Aesthetic: sweaters, slippers, a big cup of coffee...autumn leaves, since they’re finally starting to fall here 😃

Favorite author: literally no idea

Favorite animal noises: those tiny awoo’s wolf puppies make. The Most Adorable

Random: I have a three day weekend and I could not be happier 😊

Tagging: @whitedahlia13, @join-the-club-weve-got-jackets, @aeruthien, and whoever else wants to do it!

[krizaland]

Puppy Love! A werewolf!Reader x Zim tail!

Special request for @cinnimonbunbunnie. I absolutely adore their art and I had a ton fun writing this! Hope you enjoy!

The full moon cast a mystical glow as Zim’s Voot Runner whizzed across the sky.

Ever since GIR had gone missing earlier that morning, Zim had been looking high and low for him.

From the Krazy Taco shop to the local dance club, Zim couldn’t seem to find GIR anywhere and was starting to get worried!

Zim let out an enraged growl and ripped off his disguise.

“C’mon GIR! Where are you?! TELL ME! TELL ME!” A few tears trickled down Zim’s cheeks as he shook the Voot Runner’s controls.

Unfortunately, all of Zim’s shaking caused him to lose control of the Voot Runner.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The Voot Runner’s warning sirens blared as the ship begun to rumble.

Zim screamed as he frantically tried to regain control. Alas, Zim’s attempts were in vain, for the Voot Runner was sent spiraling towards the ground.

“EJECT! EJECT!” Zim screeched as he rapidly pressed the Eject button

CRASH!

SMASH!

The Voot Runner slammed into a nearby forest.

“EJECT COMMAND INITIATED”

THUD!

Zim’s face kissed the ground.

Zim spat out the dirt in his mouth as he slowly peeled himself off the ground.

“Ruined. Ruined. Irken engineering reduced to..this.” Zim groaned as he stood before the ruins of his fallen ship.

Every bit of the Voot Runner was in shambles. It’s windows were shattered and it’s engines were in flames.

Zim let out an engaged growl as he turned away from what was left of his ship.

“Clearly, there must be some kind of disturbance in this area that interfered with the Voot’s directional signals. Once I find GIR I shall hunt down that evil disturbance.” Zim’s voice oozed with venom as the Voot’s flaming remains burned behind him.

Taking a deep breath Zim pulled out his communicator from his PAK.

“Minimoose, respond!”

The communicator projected an image of Minimoose sitting in front of the TV.

“Nyeh?”

“Minimoose, the Voot Runner has been damaged. I need you to send out the recovery vehicle at once! And be sneaky about it!” Zim commanded as he put his hands on his hips

“Nyeh?”

“No, still no signs of GIR but I shall not give up! Zim never gives up! NEVER!” Zim declared as he pointed to the sky.

“Nyah!”

“I think you’re cool too, Minimoose!” Zim giggled as he cleared his throat, “Now hurry up with the recovery vehicle!”

“Nyah!”  

And with that, Minimoose cut the call and got the recovery vehicle.

“Excellent! At least I still have Minimoose to help me…” Zim sighed as he folded his arms.

While he would never admit it, Zim truly did care for his insane little robot. GIR and Minimoose were the closest things to friends Zim ever had.

Without his robot minions, Zim wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. The Tallest were busy leading Operation: Impending Doom 2, and humans were stupid and inferior.

GIR and Minimoose were all he had and Zim couldn’t bear to lose either of them.

“HI MASTER!”

Speak of the robot! Zim whipped around and sure enough, there GIR was with his usual cheerful grin.

“GIR? Is that really you?” A few more tears formed in Zim’s eyes as he spoke.

“Uh-Huh!”

A few tears trickled down Zim’s cheeks as a relieved smile spread across his features.

“GIR…HOW DARE YOU WORRY YOUR MASTER?!” Zim roared as he grabbed GIR and shook him.

“Aww! You were worried about meeee?” GIR giggled as he clasped his hands together.

“NO!” Zim denied as he dropped GIR to the ground, “I was worried about..um…the amount of trouble you’d cause! Yes! That’s it!”

“Aww! You missed me! You missed me!!” GIR sang as he jumped off the ground.

“I did NOT! Zim misses no one! NO ONE!” Zim huffed as he folded his arms.

“Ok, Ok.” GIR giggled as he picked up a stick and started to play with it.

“GIR! Unhand that Urth filth!” Zim snapped as he gestured to the stick.

GIR pouted but obliged.

“Once Minimoose arrives with the Voot recovery vehicle, we’re going home and updating your tracking chip.” Zim grumbled as he pinched the middle of his forehead.

“Oh, I left that at home.” GIR scoffed as he flicked his wrist.

“You left what at home?”

“The trackey chippy thingy”

Zim’s eyes widened in shock.

“D’oh! Why would you do that?!” Zim snapped as he curled his fingers in front of his face.

“To make room for the cupcake!” GIR chirped as he popped a cupcake out of his head and greedily devoured it.

“Well that explains why I had such a hard time finding you all day. I’m guessing you also left your communication projector at home as well.” Zim grumbled as he put his hands on his hips.

“Yup! Had to make room for the ice cream!” GIR tried to pop ice cream out of his head but it had melted! All that came out was a soggy cone.

Zim dragged a hand down his face and groaned.

“Why must you do these things to me?!”

GIR sniffled as a few tears spilled from his eyes.

Zim’s face softened at the sight of GIR crying.

“I can see that me being frustrated will get us nowhere. We should probably-”

“AWOOO!”

Zim was cut off by a loud, pained howl echoing in the distance.

“What was that…”

“AWOOO!”

Zim felt a shiver run down his spine as the howling drew closer.

“I’ll go check!” GIR sang as he trotted off after the howling.

“GIR! Don’t go running off again! I command you to get back here at once!” Zim demanded as he pointed to his side.

However, Zim was too late as GIR had already disappeared into the woods.

“Ooh! GIR! Why must you be this way?!” Zim whined as he chased after GIR.

“AWOOO!”

The deeper Zim traveled the louder the howling became. Zim felt his body tremble but he carried onwards none the less.

It wasn’t long before Zim had finally tracked down GIR.

“GIR! There you are! Will you stop running off like-”

“AWOO!”

“That…”

Zim’s blood ran cold as the howling was louder than ever.

RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

Dead leaves crunched as the sound of footsteps drew near.

Zim wanted to run but fear kept his body frozen in place.

Two golden eyes peered out from with in the trees as the mysterious creature’s silhouette slowly started to appear.

“AWOO!”

You jumped out from the shadows of the trees, your caramel coat glistening under the light of the full moon.

Zim’s antennas drooped as his ruby eyes widened in shock. Never had he seen such a large wolf before!

You curiously inspected the two strange creatures before you. They were clearly aliens but whether or not they were friendly was the real question.

“HI MONGOOSE!”

GIR ’s cheerful squeal broke the silence.

Yup. They were definitely friendly. A bit confused but friendly.

You simply giggled and playfully shook your head.

You looked over at Zim, who had yet to say a word.

It seemed as if fear had robbed him of his usual loud, commanding voice along with his movement.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” You teased playfully as you tilted your head.

“Eh?! You can speak?! I didn’t know Urth wolves could speak!” Zim nearly fell onto his bottom.

“Well, most Urth wolves can’t speak but I’m a werewolf so I’m an exception.” You giggled as you sat up straighter.

“Were…wolf?”

“Yup, most days I’m human but when the full moon is out I turn into a wolf.” You explained as you looked up towards the moonlit sky.

“Really? So humans can turn into wolves when there’s a full moon?” Zim’s antennas perked up as his fear melted into curiosity.

“Not exactly…Only a few special humans, like me, turn into wolves.” You explained as you gestured to yourself.

“I see…Fascinating! So how long does the transformation last?” Zim asked as he stroked his chin.

“Well, it’s different depending on who you ask. For me it only lasts until sunrise. Which is good, since it can be pretty awkward for a talking wolf to show up to an all human skool” You giggled as you flicked your tail.

“Why would it be awkward? I thought humans were supposed to like dogs.” Zim scratched his head as he spoke.

“Ordinary humans think dogs are cute and fluffy. Wolves on the other paw, are considered to be big and scary. Not to mention the amount of drama if they found out I could talk! They would probably lock me away and experiment on me or something!” You shuddered at the mere thought of what horrors the humans could inflict upon you.

“Wait! Humans want to experiment on you too?”

“Oh yeah. My parents always told me that ordinary humans do terrible things to what that they don't understand. So I was told to stay away from them during the full moon so they won’t hurt me. I thought my parents were overreacting until….” You trailed off as you gently lied down on the ground.

“Until what?”

“Well…Let’s just say, humans can be more cruel than you’d expect..” You sighed as your ears flattened.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Zim muttered as he sat down beside you, “Some humans can’t seem to keep their smelly big heads to themselves.”

Your head perked up at the mention of a ‘big smelly head’.

“Wait a second. You wouldn’t happen to know a human named ‘Dib’ would you?”

“Dib?! You know him too?!” Zim yelped as his ruby eyes widened in surprise.

“Know him?! He’s the one who did all this to me!” You whimpered as you gestured to various wounds near your backside.

Zim let out a gasp at the sight of your wounds. While he had definitely seen worse, he couldn’t help but feel terrible for you. Your wounds seemed fresh, indicating your altercation with Dib was recent.

“I was just trying to sleep and he tried to capture me in this crazy werewolf trap! It was awful! I managed to bust out but he tried to tranquilize me! Eventually I managed to out run him but I’m still scared he’s still following me…” You sniffled as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

Zim’s antennas drooped as he noticed your tears. He tried to reach out to comfort you but decided against it.

He’d been dealing with Dib’s tomfuckery since the day he came to Urth. So he was used to being beaten and bruised. Dib never scared him so Zim was never bothered by his nonsense. If anything he actually found it fun to mess with him.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Dib wasn’t so fun to deal with when he was someone else’s problem.

Zim always knew that Dib was obsessed with hunting all kinds of paranormal beasts, but he never thought that he treated the other beasts as terribly as he treated him.

Zim always assumed Dib fought with him because he was trying to destroy the Urth! He never thought that Dib would attack an innocent creature!

You were just trying to go into sleep mode! You weren’t bothering anyone! For a boy with such a big head, he sure had a small brain!

Normally, Zim couldn’t care less about a stranger’s pain. After all, Urth’s destruction wasn’t exactly going to be painless. All life on Urth would have to suffer for the sake of the Irken Empire.

However, something about seeing you in pain made his blood boil.

Maybe it was because he knew how it felt to be mistreated for simply existing. Maybe it was because he couldn’t stand seeing injustice. Or maybe it was because he really really hated Dib.

Whatever the reason was, Zim couldn’t let you live your life in fear of that big headed creep!

“Fear not, eh….What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Right! Fear not, Y/N! I shall offer my assistance! For It seems we have a common enemy, the FLITHY Dib-worm!” Zim growled as he pointed to the sky.

“Wait, what? Please tell me Dib didn’t try to capture you too!” You whimpered as you turned to look at Zim.

“Well of course he tried but my SUPERIOR IRKEN BRAIN outsmarted him every time!” Zim boasted as he jumped to his feet.

“Really? So you know how to get rid of him?” Hope twinkled in your eyes as you spoke.

“Of course I do! Now, join me, Y/N-Beast! Join Zim and together we shall end the Dib’s reign of terror once and for all!” Zim cackled as he dramatically stood on top of a large rock.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Zim’s over the top behavior. He truly was a quite the character.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut of by an all too familiar voice.

“THERE YOU ARE! THIS TIME I’LL FINALLY CATCH YOU!”

Dib’s voice cut through the air like nails on a chalkboard. He rushed through the trees with his werewolf hunting gear in tow.

You let out a startled whimper and hid behind the rock Zim was standing on.

“Your reign of terror ends now, Dib! Surrender or suffer the wrath of Zim!” Zim bellowed as he put his hands on his hips.

“What the-Zim?! You’re working with the werewolf?!” Dib spluttered as he almost dropped his gear.

“This fluffy wolf beast has suffered with your pathetic Dib filth long enough! Give up now while you still have a brain to…give up…with!” Zim stuttered as he shot Dib a glare.

“Seriously, Zim? Since when were you into protecting werewolves-”

“DO NOT QUESTION ZIM!”

“No matter, I’ll just expose you both! Here I go!”

And with that, Dib pulled out a taser and lunged straight for Zim.

Zim was about to jump out of the way when.

FWHIP!

CLANG!

PLOP!

You jumped up and knocked Dib to the ground, causing him to drop his taser.

“You leave us alone, you creep!” You growled through gnashing teeth.

“Well, that was unexpected! But no matter! Prepare yourself for the end, Dib!” Zim roared as he jumped off the rock.

Dib slowly peeled himself off the ground and shook his head rapidly.

“Alright, you both asked for it!” Dib sneered as he pulled out a tranquilizer gun.

POW!

“Y/N-Beast! Look out!” Zim commanded as he pushed you out of the way.

POP!

CLINK!

A purple forcefield popped out of Zim’s PAK, protecting both you and him from the tranquilizer dart.

“Thanks for the save!” You panted as you stood behind Zim.

“Nice try, Dib-worm! But Zim is immune to all of your pathetic tricks!” Zim cackled as he deactivated the forcefield.

“Let’s see if you’re immune to this!” Dib chuckled as he pulled out a small blue ball and chucked it directly at Zim’s head.

CLANG!

You jumped into the air and swatted the ball back to Dib. The ball opened up to reveal a large electric net.

Dib let out a shriek as he managed to just barely dodge the net.

“Oh come on! Is that the best you can do? You’re making this too easy!” Dib taunted as he pulled out a shock collar and ran straight for you.

You managed to swiftly jump out of the way but Dib wasn’t deterred

“Oh no you don’t! I’m not going to let you get away this time!” Dib snarled as he jumped onto your back.

You let out a howl as you thrashed about, desperately trying to shake him off of you.

“GIR! Defensive mode!” Zim commanded as he pointed to Dib.

BEEP! BEEP!

GIR’s eyes turned red as he gave a salute. He was about to attack when he got distracted by a stick.

Letting out a giggle, GIR’s eyes returned to their usual cheerful teal color as he began to play with the stick.

“You’re terrible, GIR!” Zim growled as he dragged his hand down his face.

Dib used his free hand to grab onto your fur as he tried to get the collar around your neck.

“Once I capture you freaks, Mysterious Mysteries will be begging for me to be on their show! Then the whole world will finally see that I’m-ACK!”

Dib’s monologue was cut off by Zim yanking him off of you, causing him to drop the shock collar.

“That you’re a pathetic fool? You don’t need Mysterious Mysteries’ help for that.” Zim mocked as he loomed over him.

“Takes one to know one, space lizard!” Dib countered as he jumped up and shoved Zim to the ground.

Zim let out a scream as he tumbled backwards and landed right on his bottom.

Dib chuckled darkly as he pulled out his alien sleep cuffs.

Zim tried to back away, only for his back to smack into a tree.

“Give it up, Zim! I’ve got you cornered!” Dib smirked as he drew closer.

Zim was about to fight back when,

“AWOOO!”

FWISH!

PAF!

You slammed into Dib, causing him to drop his sleep cuffs and go flying into a nearby tree.

CLANG!

RRIP!

The impact caused Dib’s protective armor to fall to the ground, tearing a massive hole in the body suit underneath.

Dib groaned as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. His vision cleared to reveal you and Zim looming over him.

You gnashed your teeth and let out a low growl as you put a paw on his chest.

Dib let out a gasp and tried to get up but your paw kept him trapped in place.

“You know, all it takes is one scratch from me and you’ll be the one being exposed.” You snarled as you shot him a glare.

“Heh. You think I’m stupid? I’m wearing silver armor…There’s no way your wolf claws can get through it.” Dib heaved.

“Are you, Dib? Are you?” Zim mocked as he held up the fallen piece of armor.

Dib let out a yelp as he looked down and noticed the hole in his body suit. Sure enough, the hole left his entire shoulder vulnerable.

“Now, are you gonna leave us alone? Or would you rather become a ‘freak’ yourself?” You growled as you looked down at Dib’s exposed shoulder.

“Ok! Ok! Just let me go! Please!” Dib whimpered as he frantically tried to wriggle out of your grip.

“Glad to see you’ve made the right choice.”

And with that, you carefully released Dib.

Dib gasped as he finally managed to catch his breath.

“Enjoy your defeat at the Zim hands of ZIM! Oh and Y/N” Zim let out a maniacal laugh as he reached towards the sky.

“Go on, laugh all you want! For I have recorded the entire thing! Irrefutable proof of both of your-HUH?! Where’s my camera?!”

Sure enough, Dib’s camera was in the hands of GIR. GIR happily giggled as he begun to smash the camera with his stick.

“HA! Great work, GIR! Just like we totally planned!” Zim cheered as he gave GIR a thumbs up.

“Aw, man! That was my favorite camera!” Dib whined as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“Heh. Payback’s a jerk huh, Dib?” You teased as you stuck out your tongue at him.

“You may have won this round but just you wait! I’ll be back with even more tools! And a stronger camera! I’ll expose you both if it’s the last thing I do!” Dib seethed as he ran off into the woods.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try!” You called out as you shook your head.

“Are you alright, Y/N-beast?” Zim asked as he looked you over.

“Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?”

“Never better! Zim can handle anything!” Zim boasted as he puffed out his chest a bit.

“I can tell. Heh. We make a pretty good team, Zim.” You giggled as you wagged your tail a bit.

“Indeed we do! Indeed we do! Which is why I am going to bestow upon you the honor of being an honorary minion!” Zim announced as he patted your head.

You were about to respond but the suddenly pinkish sky caught your eye.

“Looks like the sun is rising. I better get going!” You yelped as you turned to leave.

“Wait! Before you leave you must promise not to tell a single soul of what you’ve seen! Understand? NOT A SINGLE SOUL!” Zim demanded as he stomped his foot.

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t tell anyone about you!” You insisted with a giggle.

“Excellent! Though, if you break your promise I will destroy you.” Zim threatened as he narrowed his ruby eyes.

You were about to respond when the light of the rising sun poured down upon you.

FSHH!!

With a bright flash, you reverted back to your human self.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit as his face turned a deeper shade of green.

Despite your tattered clothes, you were absolutely lovely!

“Welp. Looks like you get to see the real me.” You chuckled nervously as you rubbed the back of your head.

Zim tried to speak but the words got caught in his throat.

“I really should be going now. I hope we can meet again someday!” You chirped as you rushed off.

“Uh-huh” Was all Zim could muster as he watched you vanish into the forest.

“Nyah!”

The sound of Minimoose’s squeaking woke Zim from his trance.

“ACK! Oh it’s just you. Have you brought the recovery vehicle for the Voot?”

“Nyah!” Minimoose nodded as they gestured to the large pig behind them.

“Excellent! Now, come on GIR! Let’s go home!” Zim insisted as he hopped onto the pig.

“Okie Dokie!” GIR giggled as he followed suit.

As the pig soared through the pink sky, Zim let out a sigh of relief.

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson from all of this, GIR.”

GIR simply giggled in response.

“What’s so funny?!”

“Y/N sure was preeettyy, huh master?” GIR teased as he clasped his hands.

“They were NOT! Y/N is a filthy wolf-human… thing! I have no attraction to them whatsoever and I hope I don’t have to see them ever again!” Zim denied as his face turned a darker shade of green.

“Nyah!” Minimoose giggled.

“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!” Zim roared as he tugged on his antennas.

“Ok, sorry, master.” GIR giggled.

Despite his claims, Zim still couldn’t get you out of his head. For deep down, he really hoped to see you again someday…

[trashyswitch]

Man’s Best Ghost Friend

The Mansion is back to normal, and so is their hotel vacation! Luigi and Polterpup spend some time together, and finds out a useful piece of information!

Luigi was walking around the Last Resort Hotel, after the Hotel was restored to its original, luxurious glory. He was finally able to get that wonderful vacation he had been dreaming of since he got sucked into that ghost-filled conflict...literally...and what a way to start his vacation, by walking around the hotel with his ghost pup?

Polterpup happily trotted beside his owner, and looked around at the pretty place. He walked to the different floors in the big place, checked out the shopping area and toured the medieval entertainment hall. The last place Luigi wanted to check out, was the gigantic garden. So, that was where they visited next!

Luigi and Polterpup walked out of the elevator and looked up at the recently fixed swirly staircase with the doors on each floor. The tree that was there before had been removed and replaced with a pretty autumn tree, that stretched all the way up to the top. The tree had been properly trimmed to not overgrow beyond the middle of the room, and some short, strong branches were kept to allow a person to climb the tree whenever they please. Luigi smiled and placed his hands on his hips as he readied himself to climb the tree.

“Ready?” Luigi asked Polterpup. Polterpup let out a happy bark.

“Bark! (Ready! Let’s go!)” Polterpup replied. Luigi fixed his hat, before stepping onto the first branch. Using the branches above him, Luigi hoisted himself up onto the next branch, and repeated this process. Polterpup happily flew beside him, watching his human climb and readying himself to catch him in case he loses his grip. I’m a few minutes, Luigi had already scaled partway up the tree. He decided to take a break and sit on one of the branches. Polterpup happily sat beside him while he breathed. Polterpup gave Luigi a dog kiss, earning him a smile and a few pets from the green lad.

“Awoo-woof. (I love you.)” Polterpup said, half barking and half whining happily, as he laid his head on Luigi’s lap.

“I love you too.” Luigi replied, softly petting Polterpup’s head and back. After a few more pets, Luigi decided to continue climbing.

Luigi grabbed onto the branch in front of him to steady himself, and stood up. Polterpup stood up, and happily watched Luigi stand up. Next, Luigi stepped onto a higher branch, grabbed a higher branch with his hand, and hoisted himself up to the next branch. Eventually, Luigi managed to get halfway up the big tree. As he climbed, he stopped for a moment to watch Polterpup hop up each branch with ease. Soon, Polterpup had jumped up past him, and was beating him up the tree. Luigi happily caught up to his swift dog at his own pace, and eventually reached the three-quarter mark.

He decided to take another break, and sit on the last branch he had stepped onto. Looking down, the view was very colorful and pretty. Thanks to the autumn weather right now, the tree leaves had been changing and falling, leaving a coat of leaves onto the dirtied ground. Polterpup had flown down to the pile of leaves on the ground, and was jumping in it and barking eagerly. Luigi chuckled as he watched, a feeling of warmth overtaking his body as he watched.

A few moments later, Polterpup had disappeared and reappeared on Luigi’s branch...with a gift in his mouth! Luigi took the gift, wiped the ghost goop off, and looked at it. It was a multi-colored leaf! It was a nice yellow color on the bottom, that transitioned to orange in the middle and to a dark red at the top. It was a rare leaf to find, actually!

“Good boy.” Luigi cheered, petting the puppy and scratching underneath the red collar. Polterpup closed its ghost eyes and leaned into the wondrous massage. As a way to try and return the love, Polterpup used his tail to try and scratch the back of Luigi’s neck as well.

“AAAIIII! Polterpup!” Luigi yelled, reacting differently than Polterpup expected. Confused, Polterpup repeated the action: he brought his tail towards the back of Luigi’s neck, and attempted to scratch it.

“Yeeeeehehehehahahaha! That tihihihickles!” Luigi squealed, scrunching his shoulders and tightening his grip on his sitting branch. Still confused, Polterpup whined and turned his head to the side.

“Sorry Polterpup. Your tail tickled me.” He explained. Polterpup looked at his tail. Realizing that the action caused his owner great happiness, Polterpup decided to do it again. He made the tail size taller to reach, and fluttered the end of his tail on Luigi’s neck.

“Pohohoholterpuhuhup! Ihihi’m gonna fahahahall!” Luigi warned through his giggles.

Polterpup stopped his tail, so that Luigi could repeat himself.

“I...I might fall. You don’t have to worry, because...well, you’re a ghost.” Luigi explained to the pup, poking the pup’s middle. Polterpup watched the poke make a rippling effect in his ghost body. Polterpup decided to return the poke with his tail.

“Eek! Hehehehehey!” Luigi squealed, covering up his ribs. Polterpup poked Luigi again, but in a different spot. Luigi let out another yelp, and covered up as much as he could. However, Polterpup was determined to poke a new, vulnerable spot each time. Despite the silliness that was going on, Luigi had managed to keep himself from slipping off the tree. After a few more pokes, Polterpup took a break from their little game and started flying down. Luigi smiled and happily climbed down after him.

*A couple hours later*

Mario, Peach, Luigi, Dr. E. Gadd and the group of roads were all enjoying a chicken dinner together. Luigi was talking with Dr. E. Gadd and sitting by Mario and Princess Peach, who were having a conversation of their own. During the conversation, Polterpup had noticed the smell of chicken, and walked up to the space between Luigi and E. Gadd’s chairs.

“Ohohoho! You want a treat?” E. Gadd asked.

Polterpup paced on the spot. “Bark! (I smell chicken!)” Polterpup reacted excitedly.

“Here ya go!” Luigi said, giving Polterpup a piece of his chicken. Polterpup happily accepted it, and chewed it down with no problem.

“This feels nice. I like this hotel!” Luigi exclaimed, taking his shoes off under the table and placing them aside.

“Me too! Especially when there’s no ghosts inhabiting the place.” Dr. E. Gadd added.

“Ya, that’s a big plus!” Luigi reacted, shivering at the sight of some of the ghosts he’s had to fight.

“Thank you so much for saving me! And for giving me my ghost collection back. It’s very comforting to see the ghosts again.” Dr. E. Gadd said.

“No problem! I’m happy to help, even if there’s ghosts involved.” Luigi replied.

“You’re looking after Polterpup with no issues. Perhaps your fear is softening a little bit?” E. Gadd asked.

“Well...I’d like to think so. I still get slightly scared if he jumps in front of me...but he’s a happy dog, and I love him!” Luigi explained, petting Polterpup under the table with his feet.

“Not a lot of people would do that. It’s rare that you see someone overcoming their fear to have a pet that’s the very thing they fear. You’re very brave for doing that.” E. Gadd explained.

“Thank you.” Luigi replied kindly. While petting Polterpup with his feet, he noticed that the puppy was grabbing onto his one sock.

“Hey! Polterpup, let go!” Luigi ordered. However, the puppy didn’t want to...instead, it decided to nibble on his toes like a delicate chew toy.

“Eek! Hehey!” Luigi yelped, feeling his lips pull into a goofy smile. “Ohoho nohoho...Polterpup, please don’t.” Luigi asked politely.

Polterpup happened to find a loose piece of sock fabric, and pulled on that instead. He pulled the sock right off, and walked away to play with it.

“There goes my sock.” Luigi said, chuckling and shaking his head at the ghost dog’s mischief.

The dog walked to a different room, and laid down on a bed that had been previously placed there for him. He pulled at the sock, threw the sock back and forth, and chewed at the sock, but didn’t rip the sock. He knew this was Luigi’s sock that he might want back later.

However, as he continued to play with the sock, he started to realize that there are more interesting things to chew on, than the sock. He soon realized that the foot he was chewing the sock on, was more interesting. Polterpup wasted no time, and disappeared through the floor. He flew around to the ceiling, and put his head through it. Noticing he was back under the table, he brought his whole body through and placed the sock down.

Polterpup walked up to Luigi’s foot and eyed his toes. He decided to lick them first, to see if they taste nice.

“AAAH! What the-“ Luigi yelped, causing a silence to overcome the room. He looked under the table, to see Polterpup in the pre-running pose. “Polterpup? I thought you left with my so-...oh.” Luigi said, dropping all suspicions as he eyed up the sock, forgotten and left aside. Polterpup jumped onto Luigi’s naked foot, held it down with his paws and started nibbling and licking the foot. “Oh NOhohohohoho! Hahahahaha! Stahahahap!” Luigi bursted out, gripping the chair and wiggling about.

Mario’s eyes widened. He didn’t fully understand what was going on. Whatever it was, it was occurring under the table. So, Mario checked under it, and immediately got his answer. Mario bursted out laughing. “Polterpup thinks your foot’s a chew toy!” Mario said through his own fit of laughter.

Polterpup decided that Luigi’s foot tasted a lot better than his sock did. So, he decided to start licking his foot along with the nibbling. Luigi let out a long gasp, and threw his head back. “AAAAAHH! WAIT! POHOHOLTERPUP! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Luigi shouted. His laughter had dramatically raised in volume, and his wiggling got a little more desperate.

He tried to pull his foot away, but Polterpup’s was surprisingly heavy for a ghost dog. Luigi also tried kicking the dog off with his other foot, but the ghost dog would only move positions to avoid it. Luigi could feel tears of joy starting to show up from the treatment he was receiving from his dog. “POHOHOHOLTERPUHUHUP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Luigi yelled, placing his hands and head onto the table, and pounding the table a few times to cope with the feeling. Mario was finding all of this quite amusing. He was happily watching his brother laugh it all out as the pup tickled his foot.

“What’s wrong Luigi? Does it tickle too much?” Mario asked.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE NAHAHAHAT HELPIHIHIHING!” Luigi replied.

“You want some help? I’ll help you.” Mario offered. He got up from his seat, moved the chair to make room, and climbed down underneath the table. Mario crawled up to the puppy, and poked him on the back. Polterpup looked up, Luigi’s foot still in his mouth.

“Stop. No more.” Mario ordered. Polterpup listened, and let go of Luigi’s foot. Then, Mario quietly told the dog to follow him before getting out from under the table. Polterpup happily followed him, and watched Luigi breath deeply from exhaustion.

“You good now, Luigi?” Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. “Ya, I’m alright. Thanks.” Luigi replied.

“No problem.” Mario concluded. Luigi looked over at the brother dressed in red, and couldn’t help but notice a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Uh...Mario?” Luigi asked.

“Yyyeeeeeeeesss?” Mario replied.

“You’re kinda scaring me...” Luigi warned.

“Now why would you be scared of me? I’m your brother! I would never hurt you!” Mario exclaimed from mock disbelief.

Luigi gulped. He could sense what’s coming...he watched as Mario slowly tiptoed towards his chair.

“I would, however...” Mario warned, talking behind the chair Luigi was sitting in. Slowly, Mario leaned his hands above Luigi’s sides. “Turn you into a puddle of giggles.” Mario finished, right before diving all 10 fingers into his sides.

“Wahahahahait! Mahahario! Not yohohohou too!” Luigi bursted out.

“Enjoying the view, Polterpup?” Mario asked, looking at the ghost dog, watching beside the chair with a big smile.

“Bark! (You bet! Luigi’s so happy!)” Polterpup replied. Mario smiled and switched places. He decided to move his fingers from his sides, to his stomach.

“EEEEhehehehehehehehe!” Luigi yelled, turning to the side and curling into the fetal position. With the change in position, Mario couldn’t really fit his hands in to tickle his stomach. So, he went for the neck.

“EEEEEEEKK! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Luigi screeched, scrunching his shoulders and tipping his head back.

“Fun fact: the back of the ears, is Luigi’s worst spot.” Mario explained.

“WAIT, WHAT?! NOHOHO! NAHAT MY EHEHEHEARS!” Luigi begged.

“Why not? I’ve told them about it already, so I minus well show them.” Mario replied, before moving his right hand away from the neck. He placed his fingers behind the exposed right ear, and started scratching lightly.

Luigi threw his head back and let out a loud, high pitched scream. Peach’s eyes widened at the sudden shout, and covered her mouth with her right hand. The toads covered their ears and Mario considered doing the same thing. Instead, he decided to remove his fingers and step back. Luigi stopped his scream, and slowly calmed down. He took in as many breaths as he could muster, and let out some leftover giggles.

“Are you okay, Luigi?” Peach asked. Luigi had a uncontrollable smile on his face, and was uncurling his body out of the fetal position.

“Ya...ya...I’m...okay...” Luigi replied through his big breaths.

Mario stretches out his arms to give him a little hug. Luigi was quite hesitant at first (because...he was tickled 5 seconds ago...MARIO COULD BE PULLING A SNEAKY ON HIM!), but he soon obliged and hugged him back. Thankfully, Mario wasn’t planning on tickling him more, and he kept his hands flat against Luigi’s back.

Suddenly, Luigi and Mario were pulled apart by a hyperactive ghost dog, who begged for attention and pets. Luigi and Mario laughed as they both accepted his kisses of affection and eagerly petted him.

Seeing his owners happy, always made Polterpup happy. And now, Polterpup knew how to cheer them up when they need it!

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Reservations II

Part I

Timeline: Apprentice; seven years ago [three years before the Red Plague]

So far, the trek into the woods is pleasant. Given how eerily quiet the area is, the fact it is so nice to walk through is a head-scratcher.

At this point, the two young magicians are hand in hand, carefully traversing an area dense with the roots of trees and other foliage. Time to time one of them slips, only for the other to yank them upright.

For Lyra, it brings up memories of when she used to walk along the river bank in her village. Of course, the forest bordering the body of water she once lived close to was far livelier, and far sunnier than the one she’s in right now. Regardless, the mess of roots in this part of the environment reminds her of that place all the same.

“Hang on hang on...” Asra murmurs, pausing to lean against a boulder. He lowers his hood, his forehead glistening from the exertion of the trek.

Lyra gets the water sack from his bag and hands it to him. He uncorks the mouth of it, putting some in his cupped hand so Faust can get some sips before he gets a few mouthfuls.

He hands it off to Lyra, the latter taking sip before corking it again.

“How much further?” Lyra asks, leaning on the boulder with him. She takes one of her journals and fans him with it, gently tousling his cloud-white locks.

“Pft,” Asra chuckles, gently waving off her motions, earning a tongue stuck out at him.

In turn, Asra’s eyebrows rise, jaw slightly slack.

“...what?” Lyra inquired, hands on her hips. She can see the mischief cooking in those purple-pink irises.

“Ohh, so that’s where Neha learned it from!” he gasps.

Oops! Faust chimes in.

“Oh my-” Lyra sputters, soon exclaiming, “Lies! Slander!” Her attempt to yank his hood over his head was thwarted by his swift feet.

“Then where did she-?” he ducks out of the way from her hands again, laughing. “Pft haha! Then where did she-?”

“Asra I swear to the gods!-”

She chases after him, mindful of the roots below her feet. Asra’s playful, teasing laughter echoes around them.

It takes a while, but Lyra eventually catches up with him. Once within reach, she grabs onto his shoulders and pins him against a nearby tree.

“Gotcha!” she wheezes, laughing with him.

“I give, I give!” Asra surrenders, startling a bit when Lyra crashes into him.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Asra supports her with one arm, the other frantically grabbing for the water bag so she can get a drink.

Here! Faust helps him get it out of his bag. The two of them set Lyra, sitting upright against the base of the tree to stabilize her.

“Slow down, you’ll get dizzy,” Asra warns when his friend attempts to chug a few mouthfuls. He winces when she chokes, spitting up some of the water. Asra hands her a small towel from her bag, shaking his head.

“Are you okay?” Asra asks, carefully rubbing his hand up and down her back.

She nods, coughing.

“Ugh,” Lyra groans, grimacing. “Hang on let’s... let’s just stay here...”

“Good idea,” Asra replies, settling against the tree beside her.

The sun’s still up. Taking a moment wouldn’t hurt anyone...

They have time.

⁂

Later...

“We’re lost, aren’t we?”

Lyra isn’t remotely mad; the two of them had gotten off track because of her, after all.

Unfortunately, her anxiety level is through the roof. She’s gripping Asra’s hand a bit too tight, which he reminds intermittently as he’s searching for familiar landmarks.

They’ve been at this for about an hour. The sun isn’t dipping in a downward descent yet, but Lyra’s feeling the pressure of time. She did want to meet Asra’s friend before the sun set...

“Hmm...” Asra stands on a boulder with a relatively flat top. He’s looking along the trees, trying to see if he’s marked any of them.

“Anything?” Lyra asks, pulling her cloak a bit tighter over herself as she joins him atop the boulder.

“Yeah, we’re lost,” Asra sighs. He didn’t look defeated however.

“So what are we gonna do?” Lyra murmurs, trying not to panic.

Awoo, Faust says.

“Huh?” Asra and Lyra look to Faust curiously.

Awooooo, Faust repeats.

Something clicks in Asra’s expression, which frightens Lyra a little bit. Gods knew what these two knew what the other was getting at-

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Asra hollers, startling Lyra.

“What the hell?!” Lyra exclaims. “Asra, is your head okay?”

She didn’t bump him too hard into the tree, did she?

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing—”

All Lyra can do is stare incredulously at her friend as he lets out some more howls.

Yup, she knocked him into the tree too hard. Nothing to be done to save him—

Far, far in the distance, a howl answers Asra’s own.

“What the fuck...” Lyra murmurs as Asra whoops gleefully.

“She heard me!”

“‘She’?” Lyra’s exasperated at him.

“C’mon,” Asra hops down the boulder, beckoning her to follow. “Inanna’s that way.”

“Inanna is your friend?”

“No, she’s a wolf.”

“...what sort of a world am I in right now?” Lyra murmurs to herself, shaking her head.

After the bespectacled teen hops down from the boulder, she starts jogging after him, unsure what she was going to see next.

⁂

Later...

Inanna is indeed a wolf. A big, giant wolf.

Asra and Lyra walked about fifteen minutes in the direction of the answering howls—with Asra howling intermittently—before Asra greets this large wolf.

Lyra can’t help but feel anxious that a giant apex predator is leading the way back to their intended destination. Still, she follows, holding Asra’s hand.

“Inanna’s a friend of mine and my friend,” Asra says. “I’ve known him longer than her though, so there’s that.”

Inanna lets out what sounds like a disgruntled huff.

“Yeah, I know he likes you better,” Asra laughs.

Lyra blinks, shaking her head.

Eventually, they come up to a path bordered by familiar warding charms. Lyra can feel the blanket of protection of Asra’s magic as they walk through.

"Are they to ward off spirits or to ward off animals?" Lyra asks, wracking her brain.

"A bit of both," Asra says with a nonchalant shrug. "Ah, here we are!"

Lyra looks up and halts immediately, jaw slack at the sight before her.

A massive, old tree sits on top of a squat little hut. At maximum, to her estimation, the part of the hut before it’s a roof adds up about a foot and a half taller than Asra.

“Hang on...” Asra walks up to the hut, knocking on it in a peculiar pattern.

Before Lyra can ask why, she can feel the ripples of his magic wafting away from where his knuckles rap upon the wooden door. With ease, Asra opens the door, partially closing it behind him. There’s Asra’s voice, calling out to the walls within.

Someone answers in turn, their voice gravelly.

Lyra attempts to get closer, but Inanna moves to block her, letting out a huff.

“Okay, okay,” Lyra murmurs, arms raised as she backs up a bit.

There’s quite a bit of back and forth between Asra and his friend. The latter sounds disgruntled at best, annoyed at worst.

It sounded like it was going to be a while...

Lyra settles on top of a stump, and waits.

⁂

“...’s a weird place to sleep.”

“You have to give her credit though: she can sleep almost anywhere.”

“...sounds like someone I know...”

“Pft ha ha!”

⁂

Lyra jerks awake when Asra gently taps her upper arm.

“Pft haha,” Asra greets her, coughing. “Rise and shine!”

“How long was I out?” Lyra grumbles, rubbing her eyes.

“Not long,” Asra reassures. He helps her to her feet, giving her a wet wash cloth for her to wash her face. “Ready to meet my friend?”

At that, Lyra timidly lowers the wash cloth, her some of her short hair sticking to her face.

“Uh...”

Asra blinks, hands on his hips. “Really? You’re nervous now?”

“It’s one thing to talk about it and the other to actually go through with it.”

“Would it help you if I told you he’s a bit worried about meeting you too?”

Lyra lets out a wry laugh, working fast to move her hair back into place. “A little.”

Asra helps her to tame her hair, Faust giving her input every so often. Once they’re done, Asra replaces Lyra’s glasses to her face.

Pretty! Faust coos.

Lyra fiercely blushes, tugging another laugh out of Asra.

“Faust you’re too nice...” Lyra murmurs, tugging her cloak around herself as she follows Asra to the front of the hut.

Not nice! Truth! Faust replies, flicking her tongue out at her. Lyra sticks her tongue at her in turn, smiling.

Asra knocks on the door. “Muri! We’re coming in!”

With that, he opens the door. When Lyra hesitates, Asra beckons her to follow. She’s only convinced to follow him in when he—and Faust—pull puppy eyes at her.

When she enters, a massive wave of heat smacks into her. Not minding it, she takes a moment to look around from where she stands.

There’s a fireplace, a pile pf rugs on the floor, a table and three chairs...

In the corner, sitting upon a low stool, is what appears to be a man. He’s cloaked, and Lyra can swear she could see the glinting of metal coming from around his neck.

“Hi Muriel,” Asra greets, setting his bag haphazardly on the floor. “This is Lyra!” He stands aside a bit, gesturing to the bashful friend behind himself.

“...hi...” Lyra squeaks, gripping the strap of her pack.

“Oh, no no,” Asra turns to her now, gently patting her shoulders with his palms. “It’s okay he won’t hurt you-”

“...you shouldn’t have brought her... if she’s that afraid,” Muriel grunts.

“It’s okay,” Asra reassures him, quickly turning back to Lyra with a small smile to ease her. He whispers conspiratorially, “He isn't used to people, but I put in a few good words for you to him.“

Lyra shakes her head at him, exasperated. Still... she came out all this way to meet his friend.

Shck. Shck... shck...

Lyra leans over a bit, looking past Asra to see the cloaked man whittling. Inanna lies in front of the fireplace, looking content.

“...you whittle?” Lyra asks, taking a few more steps into the hut before sitting down on the ground.

Muriel didn’t answer, but he paused long enough to hear her. He returns to his task without another word.

“He’s really good at it,” Asra whispers, closing the door. He pulls a fur from the pile, plopping himself upon it beside her. He scoots, patting the space for her to sit on.

“What does he make?” Lyra murmurs in turn, glancing at him.

“Little trinkets,” Asra explains. “He’s made me a fox one.”

“Aww,” she smiles.

“Maybe he’ll make you something one day.”

“Haha,” Lyra laughs. She knows where this discussion is heading.

It was a conversation that cycled in and out of their little talks: what kind of animal would you be? Asra always picked a fox or a snake. Lyra on the other hand, she couldn’t ever pick.

“Has he whittled Faust?” Lyra asks, giggling.

Yes! Faust confirms, slithering her way out of Asra’s scarf, heading for the floor. Asra helps to gently guide her down.

“She looks perfect each time too,” their fluffy-haired friend adds.

“...not the first ones,” Muriel murmurs, pausing to check his handiwork.

“She was much smaller,” Asra replies. “You did your best.“

“Mm...”

Lyra blinks, soon remembering what she wanted to ask.

“How long have you two known each other?”

“Seven years?” Asra hazards a guess.

“...almost ten,” Muriel corrects.

“Wow,” Lyra murmurs, nodding in awe. “That’s a deep bond.”

“You can say that again,” Asra says, eyes twinkling with fondness.

From there, it was primarily the two of them doing most of the talking. They spoke about spells they were learning—Lyra from her teacher, and Asra from both his own and Walterine—, guessing what Bảo was going to be making for dinner that night, and whether or not the rains would start early or late this year.

Once in a while, Muriel would add in his thoughts. Lyra’s delighted when he does, but is forced to tamper it down lest Muriel close up like a timid clam. Asra was exempt from it, having been his friend for so long. 

“Oh!” Lyra gasps, grabbing Asra’s upper arm and pointing toward the fireplace. “Look! Look, look they’resnuggledup!!!”

Asra snickers at her enthusiasm, turning to see Faust coiled up atop of Inanna.

“Gosh she must be in heaven,” Lyra chuckles, lying down on her front. She rests her chin atop her folded hands, admiring the animals’ contentment.

“Who?” Asra asks, lying down on his back beside her.

“Both.“

“Pft ha, yeah...”

They dig into their packs, dividing the remainder of the snacks among themselves. Asra offered half of his halves to Muriel. He declined any with meat, but he took the pumpkin bread.

“Walterine’s actually the baker’s cousin,“ Asra points out to Muriel. “That’s how I get that spot in front of her shop every Masquerade, and every once in a while.”

Muriel takes another bite of the pumpkin loaf, eyebrow raised.

“She lets you keep all your earnings, right?” Lyra asks.

“Yeah; that’s why I hang around so much,” Asra nods, finishing off a cookie.

Lyra shakes her head, chuckling. She turns her head to the small window of the hut, and jumps to her feet.

“Asra!” Lyra shouts, rushing to pack her stuff. “Asra, it’s almost sundown!“

Asra swears under his breath, rushing to pack his stuff too. “Sorry Faust,” he apologizes, scooping her up and letting her settle in his scarf.

Muriel watches them rush, slowly getting to his feet. Inanna follows suit, ambling to the door. She paws at it, whining.

“Hold on...” Muriel rumbles, lumbering over to open the door. She darts out, only to turn around and sit on her haunches, tail lazily thumping against the dirt.

“...I’ll lead you back,” Muriel murmurs, wrapping his cloak closer to himself.

“Thanks Muri,” Asra says earnestly, smiling.

Once they triple check everything, Muriel leads the way. He’s followed by Asra, Lyra, and Inanna takes up the rear.

⁂

Later...

As they approach the border where the forest meets the edge of the Temple District, Muriel is getting visibly anxious.

“Is he going to be okay?” Lyra whispers to Asra. They’re hand in hand behind his friend, Inanna close behind.

Guards mean, Faust answers.

“Yeah...” Asra murmurs. “We don’t want him seen by the guards.”

“Why?”

“It’s a long story,” he replies. “I’ll tell you after dinner.”

Before long, Muriel stops behind the last bit of dense foliage before it opens up to where he’d be exposed.

“This is it,” Muriel murmurs.

“Ah,” Lyra exhales, seeing a set of three moving lanterns in the distance. “Looks like my uncles and aunt are coming to get us...”

“Thanks Muri,” Asra turns to his friend, stepping a bit past the cover of foliage. “We can take it from here.”

“Mm...”

Lyra turns to the tall man, giving him a small smile. “It was nice to meet you.���

“...”

“...?“ Lyra turns to Asra, looking unsure how to take Muriel’s lack of response.

Before Asra can say anything, Muriel mumbles something.

“I beg your pardon?” Lyra asks, looking up at him.

“...nicemeetingyoutoo,” Muriel mutters, turning away from her.

Lyra couldn’t help the smile at him.

“Lyra!” her uncles calls, closer now.

“Here!” she and Asra respond in kind. The pair quickly bid Muriel farewell before they rush off, hand in hand.

Once the two magicians meet up with Lyra’s family—after James chastised the both of them for losing track of time—they go to have dinner at Bảo’s.

It’s standard fare, a small spread of little dishes. Neha and Asra at times have small arguments over which plate was theirs, until Lyra broke it up by dividing the plates evenly in half.

Overall, it was a good dinner, and Lyra wouldn’t have it any other way.

⁂

Later that night...

Asra is lying down on the floor of Lyra’s room, on top of a mat. Lyra is settled on top of her bed, peering over the edge to him.

“...he’s a former gladiator?” Lyra murmurs. It made some sense why he wanted to stay away from the general populace of Vesuvia. It also confirms that she did see a collar on him.

“Yeah,” Asra replies. “He really does not like people much, and the guards are even worse.”

“I can’t entirely blame him,” Lyra murmurs. “From what I heard, the arena isn’t as attended as well once one of their gladiators literally walked out the door.”

Asra nods. “Serves them right,” he mutters, pulling the blanket over him.

“You going to sleep?” Lyra chuckles.

“Gonna try to,” Asra says, exhaling.

Lyra drums her fingers on the side of her bed, thinking.

“Y’know,” she murmurs, “there’s room for one more up here.“

Asra bolts upright, looking up at her like she grew another head. “I dunno if your uncle would let me over anymore.”

“Hey, I’m the one offering,” Lyra reasons, scooting over to make room. “If he’s gonna get mad at anyone, it’ll be me.”

“All right, your call,” Asra murmurs, getting up to join her.

It is a snug fit, the two of them. They have to squish together in order for Asra to not fall off.

His head is tucked under Lyra’s chin, both of their arms wrapped around each other loosely.

“Your heart is loud,” Asra laughs, earning a poke in the side from Lyra.

“Yours is too!” she retorts, the two of them laughing.

Soon enough, the day’s activities catch up with them. They fall asleep together, snuggled like a pair of cats.

It’s the best rest either of them had in a long time.

[kensboytoy]

How Much Is That Doggy In The Window?

Title: How Much Is That Doggy In The Window? Fandom: Beetlejuice The Musical Pairings: Beetlejuice/Reader (Gender Neutral) Ratings: Explicit 

It had started innocent enough. The demon had stolen your phone to use all the silly camera filters you had flaunted when taking selfies to post on your social media accounts. He had gotten pouty and claimed how it wasn’t fair that you weren’t paying enough attention to him when you used that stupid thing, that he wanted to fill your phone of pictures of him. So, you rolled your eyes and handed him the device like a parent to a whining toddler.

Hours rolled by before you managed to wrench the phone away from him. He pissed and moaned about it for awhile but eventually forgot about it and got distracted by something else in another room of the house, leaving you to see the damage left on your poor SD card. You scrolled through your camera roll, impressed and horrified at the amount of pictures you had to flip through. Then something caught your eye.

All of them had been tests of every single filter. It started off with simple stars and funny faces. But then the consistency changed to one chosen filter. Over and over again.

Dozens of pictures were Beetlejuice using that tried-and-true dog filter. Floppy ears, big tongue sticking out. He even had made a small video of the added sound effects too. Cautiously, you opened the file. It was almost too cartoonish for your blood. He pretended to pant and whine like a little puppy, with a small ‘awoo!’ leaving his lips. Your eyes widened a bit at the humiliating blackmail you now had stored on your phone, your sides nearly splitting at how hard you first laughed.

But, you were intrigued.

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When you next went to the store to pick something up, you happened to pick up a gift for Beetlejuice along with his usual snack hoard: a nice black collar. You had stopped at the kiosk just outside the storefront where the cart return after something special caught your eye. It would be the perfect icing on the cake for your little scheme.

Coming home was met with the usual fanfare of “GIMME, GIMMIE, GIMMIE!” as he clamored to grab the bag of treats he’d been craving. He snarled like an annoyed raccoon and snatched the bag before you could say anything, his grubby hands rifling through as he debated on helping you unload the rest of the groceries. His fingertips touched something unfamiliar, something not a Zagnut bar or a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Curious, he pulled it out and instantly dropped the rest of the bag.

Before you could chastise him about cleaning up his mess, you paused and followed his gaze. You tried to hide your smirk as you saw his eyes scan over the object.

“H-hey, uh, what is this?” he choked out, normal raspiness shot up just a pinch.

He had sucked in his lower lip and was biting it pensively, his eyes wide while the familiar green colours dripped off him and ebbed into a dark pink. Beetlejuice was like a goddamn moodring. You knew that this was getting to him.

Playing dumb, you peered over his shoulder and looked at the collar, reading the engraved nametag in the shape of a bone. Your eyebrow raised and your grin grew.

“Oh, that? Looks like it has your name and my contact information. Y’know, if my puppy gets lost.”

Beetlejuice yelped, jumping a foot in the air like someone had stabbed him with a hot poker. He gripped onto the collar for dear life and looked at you with utter shock. His eyes went from you to the collar, collar to you, until he finally stared long enough at the engraving to run his fingers over the letters.

“Yer what…?”

With one swift motion, you had plucked the strap out of his hand and secured it around his neck. He hadn’t resisted it but was watching your every move with wide-eyed disbelief. You watched him swallow dryly, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the collar. Eventually, you pulled away and watched him scamper into the bathroom to gaze into the mirror to see how it looked. You could see from your position that he was looking himself over, stroking the rough fabric of the collar as he turned his head from side to side.

Beetlejuice wore that thing every goddamn day after that.

So, you upped the ante. The next purchase was something you had to buy off the internet after some extensive research on your part. You knew the gross man would rifle through the package as soon as it hit your porch. This one was a bigger shocker than the last.

In the package came a set: a soft pair of floppy dog ears that could be attached to one’s hair with clips and an equally soft, curly tail attached to a plug. Now, Beetlejuice wasn’t a naive little virgin who went into Spencer’s gifts to giggle at dildos (he only laughed at the dick shaped foods, okay? Those are hilarious and nothing you say would change his mind on that.) He was a demon. A lustful one that you had caught masturbating in every corner of your goddamn house. You knew he wasn’t dumb when it came to what that tail implied.

His hands were shaking when he came to you, the two clips in hand with the tail left in the box. Beetlejuice extended his arms out and opened his fists up, batting his eyes at you.

“Hm?” you grunted softly, pretending to not know what he wanted.

“Could you… uh, put these in my hair? The metal always gets tangled if I try to put ‘em in.”

“Y’know, I would. If someone used their manners.”

You crossed your arms and looked expectantly at him. He bit his lower lip again and hunched slightly, eyes round and helpless as he looked at you.

“C’mon. Please?”

Satisfied, you smiled and took them from his hands. Getting them in that messy rat’s nest that was his hair was a pain at first but you finally pulled away to look at the sight of those perfect puppy ears flopped over. You commanded him to shake his head back and forth to ensure they wouldn’t slip out and he happily obliged.

He even let out a playful little pant.

The amusement ran through you just as much as the sudden arousal. Seeing him so playful and into this was enough to get to you. To say that was completely his fetish was a lie - you liked when Beetlejuice was a flirt. And now he was your pup! Your gaze soon fell to the box behind him.

“There’s supposed to be another piece to that set,” you said flatly, gesturing for him to bring it to you.

That made Beetlejuice pause. Nervously, he retrieved the tail and placed it in your hands, waiting for what would come next. Would you demand that he put it in himself? Or…

You could see the worry in his eyes and let one of your hands trail across his jawline. He melted into your touch and smiled softly. The collar jingled with his movement and he blushed at the noise. It wasn’t like the outspoken creature to act so shy. But it was cute. You could tell this was a new ballgame for him. Perhaps he had always had this kink but no one to play with. You’d have to ask sometime. Preferably a time that wasn’t when you were eagerly ready to shove a plug up your boyfriend’s ass.

You knew to go slow with this. Beetlejuice was apprehensive and you didn’t exactly have the previous experience of this to know if you’d be doing it right. Now he was sitting at the end of your bed, listening to you run the warm water to clean the object of his fancy. When you came back, you retrieved the lube from your nightstand and coated the toy generously.

Beetlejuice gulped before he began to peel off his clothing piece by piece. Dirty stripes hit your floor along with the clinking suspenders that fell off his form easily. You smiled at the sight of his plush body now exposed - well, exposed as much as one could be with the carpet of mossy hair that covered him from head to toe. Wanting to ease him into the situation more, you placed your hand on his belly and rubbed circles against his skin. You felt him shudder for a moment, his shoulders relaxed and his body stopped feeling so damn tense.

“You remember the safeword, right? If you get too nervous?” you tenderly whispered into his ear as you laid him back.

“Brigadoon,” he whispered back, a scowl on his face.

That got a laugh from you, even as you helped him out of his pants. You could see how hard his cock was, reacting to all of this teasing. The head was already beaded with precum. But you wouldn’t relieve him until you got to play with your puppy. You rolled him gently onto his stomach and he instinctively pushed his ass into the air, resting on his knees as his ass spread enough for you. Crawling behind him, you admired the view of the waiting demon. Your hand rested on his plump cheek, spreading it wider for you to slip the plug in. His hands curled into the bedsheets and he let out a whorish moan.

“Good boy,” you commended, rubbing the tail before you slipped off the bed to stand in front of him.

Beetlejuice was already huffing and puffing, wagging the tail this way and that as he got used to the feeling of the toy inside of him. He let out a groan as he shifted, cock dribbling precum onto the sheets. As you stood before him, you tilted his head up with both hands cupping his face. Your thumbs rubbed at the stubble, admiring the sight of the normally cocky demon now a puddle beneath you.

“Who’s my good boy?”

A slow, croaky bark. You smiled and pet him lovingly to show the answer had pleased you. Another bark. This time it was confident and excited.

“Thassa good boy!” you cooed in that silly way humans babytalk animals.

Hands scratched behind his ‘ears’ before they rubbed at his chest playfully. He giggled before breaking out into heavier, excited panting. You were delighted to see him so into this. Knowing that you were fulfilling your boyfriend’s cute fetish was enough to make your heart swell. And continue to arouse you. However, tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was making sure that Beetlejuice knew that you loved and accepted him for all his kinks. You would make sure that he’d cum.

So, you sat back down on the bed and let him snuffle and sniff you playfully before he rested his head in your lap. You played with his hair and swiftly moved down his backside, stopping at his tailbone before repeating each stroke. He loved it. The affection pleased him, certainly, but having you coo over him was enough to make that hardness press against the bed. You noticed that he was moving his hips enough to rub his stiff prick against the firmness of the mattress under his weight to get himself off.

That made you tsk.

“Awww, pup, are you feeling okay?” you mocked. “You seem to be whimpering so much! Are you sick?”

The colour burned on Beetlejuice’s face so much that it shifted the pink tint into a darker hue. He let out a whine and looked up at you. Those big ol’ eyes watched your every move as you pushed on his side to let you see what he needed. You saw how <>hard that swollen erection really was, one hand already tracing down his happy trail to reach it. He groaned in delight at your touch. He needed you to play with him. After all, puppies needed attention and love!

“Poor boy! Here, lemme help you…”

Your hand wrapped around his length and he whined. It was torture to go so slow. Beetlejuice always liked to jump right on you and hump you like a dog. And now that he was your little doggy, you were going to make sure he was just as satisfied as all those times before. You couldn’t help but tease him a bit more than usual. That plug would be enough stimulation to make up for it.

Slowly, you rubbed him. Let him buck into your hand as much as he wanted. All those noises were so goddamn cute that you had to let him work for this. You had gotten him everything he wanted and now you’d reap the benefits. It was a delightfully rewarding show as your demon fucked your hand like the needy dog he was. You watched the curly tail bob, his ears flopping slightly as he thrust.

“There we go, hm? You like that, pup?” You knew your teasing would spur him on. To move faster and faster. He was huffing again, tongue lolled out of his mouth as he pushed harder. “C’mon, be a dear. Be a good boy and get out all that frustration.”

Beetlejuice growled, eyes fluttering as he worked faster for his climax. He needed it. He fucking needed this! All this goddamn teasing. It had been a week since the collar. The tail in his ass made him feel humiliated and adored all at the same time. Just like the way you were watching him get off. He normally would have been a brat about having to do so much for this orgasm but you had been so nice to him about indulging this kink. While he didn’t like to gush about how thankful he was to have you in his life, it was moments like these that really showed it. The desperation in his eyes was flooded with adoration. How much he loved you and wanted to prove that he really was a good boy.

And you indulged him by stroking him harder. One hand jerked his cock eagerly while your free hand reached to grasp his sack. He shuddered and moaned whorishly at that. You made sure to massage his heavy, swinging balls to urge him to cum. It was almost your silent permission for him to.

The demon didn’t last long after that. Rope after thick rope of cum launched onto the sheets underneath him, making a mess of the bed. He tossed his head back and howled loudly. You watched his cock twitch, your hand milking him for every last drop before you pulled away and allowed him to collapse. Beetlejuice was panting softly before he rolled onto his back to look up at your adoring face.

“Th-thanks… I, uh, owe ya,” he groaned softly.

Your lips met the skin of his forehead in a tender gesture before you sidled up next to him and spooned the chubby demon.

“Don’t mention it, babe. I’m glad you like your presents,” came the giggle from you.

Playfully, he wrapped you up in a bear hug and let you lay on his chest. You knew that he’d be getting his revenge later, but you decided to savour this peaceful moment in your pup’s embrace.

[tfwhynoy]

I just got four Malamute puppies they are noisy beyond belief and rambunctious! They howl when you howl and they love to tackle to lick the ever loving shit out of you. One gives high fives! What will the Lost Light think when the liaison brings their pets on board?

Too many bots to do individual headcanons so I’ll just spitball till I run out.

Mtmte… Bunch bots??? (I’m so not tagging everyone god help me)

Fortmax looks at them and as two thoughts. 1) They’re so fragging tiny! I don’t wanna squish them! 2) FLOOFY

Tailgate uses his holo avatar to play with them and he’s in heaven. You see a pile of puppies and Tailgate both giggling and sobbing in joy. He’s in heaven.

Whirl howls back at them so you’ll just hear him softly go awoo and them awoo back. Its adorable Whirl convinces Tailgate he can speak dog

Magnus, as cute as they are, lowkey hates them. They just shed so much and they were in his office for five seconds and there is fur EVERYWHERE. He’d rather just watch videos of them doing stuff if he wants/needs to so the hair plague doesn’t happen again.

They always awoo at Rung when he enters the door (even they do that to most people shhh) and it makes him feel so happy. They may be animals but at least someone notices and loves him.

Rodimus’s favorite is the one who gives high fives. He’s just so cool! Roddy jokes that this is the new co-captain.

They heard Cyclonus singing and started howling along with him and as much as he tried not to he couldn’t stop smiling.

Brainstorm is not allowed to give them toys after he gave one that doubled as a flash bomb when they are in danger. Thankfully no pups were hurt but blinding everyone when Whirl walks through the door isn’t okay.

Megatron will just hold this rambushise bunch of pups in his big servos and he loves them so much. He will die for these pups.

Cyclonus hears how UNGODLY short their life span is and begs you not to tell Tailgate. Oneone who he thinks may know or may tell Tailgate gets threatened. Tailgate finds out anyway when he watches Marly and Me and bawls for a whole day.

[lycanlead-a]

Mun Info (Please repost, do not reblog)

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i like to be called: yaz my favorite color is: black gender: female (she/her/they/them) one thing you should know about me: my first words were actually spoken in english since my mom wanted me, my sister and brother to be perfectly bilingual... but when my brother started school, he kept mixing french and english together and his teacher asked my mom to only speak one language... (big mistake teacher). so my mom decided to go with french since i live in a french province... so i lost a lot of it over the years even though i am still perfectly bilingual... i’m just so fucking shy haha. so i basically have no first or second language since i grew up with my dad and mom speaking both X) one thing you should know about my muse: he’s an AWOO, first born of his generation, an alpha lycan. he’s a fucking bamf and strong AF. he used to be a soft puppy and became a bitter and angry wolf. second language: i’ll consider english my second since i use french on a daily basis.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:     under 13  |  14–17  |  18–22  | 23–25  |  26–29  |  30+  |  70+ am i okay with NSFW?     yes   |  no  |  sometimes  |  but not for this muse my favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst  |  fluff |  smut  |  crack  | action | other oc friendly?     yes  |  no  |  depends RP blog     does  |  doesn’t     contain OOC posts.

[yharnamopossum]

@catsbreads​​ listen... no matter how hard i tried i couldn't actually like. list rank the bloodborne bosses... i love them all so much...... so instead let me offer u personal ratings in chronological order:

cleric beast: A STELLAR START!! sets the stage for the game!! yharnam's poster child!!! a beautiful baby beastie!!! challenging in all ng cycles while avoiding becoming a grueling nuisance, like woah!!! 10/10, iconic, beautiful, fluffy, screeeeeeee

gascoigne: fave song in the soundtrack, so handsome, heartbreaking story, handsome, phase 3 can be beaten by. walking. which is, eh. but!! handsome, and has a nice voice, and,, handsome,,,,,, 9/10 cus fuck those tombstones

blood-starved beast: BAPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! one of my fav fights!!!! a sweetheart, so beautiful!!! can be punched or torched to death, so great for when u want a simple but fun challenge!!! so speedy!! slender and toothy and flopsy and perfect!!!! 11/10, best baby, best fight

paarl: SECOND BAPY sweet electric puppy how i love you so...... a hell of a hassle when underlevelled but otherwise fun as hell. speedy!! 8/10, points deducted cus i get a genuine pain in my heart every time the zappies go away & she does the sad whine :c why does the game make me torture this poor pup :,C

vicar amelia: STOP FUCKING HEALING 9/10, she’s beauty she’s grace she wanna smack yr face

witch of hemwick: like. is this even a fight. 1/10 bc of that one time i somehow managed to kill the second witch before the first one and skipped phase 2 entirely and some rando said gg in the stream chat and made me feel good abt myself

amygdala: SUCH a good alien baby. lov the weird face. p sure we've all wanted to rip our arms off when upset. also, hello?? cutest lil feeties in the world???? oh man..... 7/10 cus looked cooler in the alpha + can be tricked into a visceral loop by running through her legs........ dumbass

shadows of yharnam: no. 0/10 fuck you

rom: MAMA HOW I LOVE YOU SO!!! why are you such a hassle in chalice dungeons!!! why are you in chalice dungeons to begin with!!!!! i feel so bad for mama rom, she's just so cute and kind and minding her own damn business all covered in dandelions....... 8/10 fight itself is annoying + she deserves better v.v

the one reborn: sky baby. the cutest collection of goofy goopy body parts you ever done seen. makes weird noises and flails wildly, as any good sky baby should. 5/10 cus horrendously easy

micolash: shut the FUCK up you chef boyardee spaghetti arm awoo-ass cage-head bastard i am TRYING to pick up the goddamn moon rune and needing to mash through your FUCKING dialogue in order to pick shit UP is the ONLY REAL THREAT IN YOUR FIGHT CUS I KEEP GETTING KILLED BY THE FUCKERS IN THE STAIRWELL REEEEEEEEE 6/10 tie your damn shoes

martyr logarius: speedy grandpa. phase 2 is absolute bullshit. alfred sweetie why do you idolise this guy again?? why the fuck can I fall off the roof but HE can't???? 5/10, crusty but satisfying as hell to beat

celestial emissary: another non-boss. what are you even doing here. you're the emissary huh??? a diplomat???? no wonder nobody in the church could figure out all the weird kin bullshit. 0/10, jimmy neutron-lookin ass

ebrietas: S P A G E D D Y....... so so sweet and pretty, i wanna give her a big soft smooch and a nice warm hug.......... 7/10 cus the fight is literally just button mashing

mergo's wet nurse: god you look SO fucking cool with all the feathers and swords and the facelessness and shit but just. that's the fight?? really??? that's it??? that’s the whole thing???? 6/10 cus design is incredible + music box playing in the bg is neat & eerie as hell

gehrman: can be easily parried to death, everything can be avoided with a backstep or two, spends most of the game crying and yelling "SCRAM!!", like... go home grandpa you're drunk. 4/10 cus good god i have SUCH a grudge left over from fighting him with neil...

moon presence: pretty sure the only time i ever died to her was in neil's file lmao?? once she does that 1hp move like. you've won?? she just. sits there??? u can rally all ur health back from her before she starts moving again??? and by then she's staggered for a visceral??? like???? 8/10 cus gorgeous and spooky and intimidating as hell but way too easy for a fancy secret ending boss :/

ludwig: listen. listen. look. listen. it's fucking ludwig. best design (handsome!), best music (well... second-best but still!), fight requires skill and timing and learning preps and patterns and is everything i love the most!! the game does that thing where mechanically he's a beast in form 1 but a hunter in form 2 and i fucking cry every time!! that monologue!!! beautiful voice, handsome face!! sword!!!! horse!!!!!!!! TEETH!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAA 10000/10 but were u really expecting anything different from me lmao

laurence: the most grueling 2nd & 3rd phases of all time, good fucking grief. i can't get past him in +3. he's the reason i can't progress to higher ng cycles. he is ALWAYS the biggest issue in EVERY run. dumbass bitch in canon. ruined yharnam. whiny bastard. fuck this guy. 10/10 cus i'm thirsty + his music makes me cry & you forgot him in your list >:(

living failures: can be cheesed with a cleaver and some beast blood. v cool lanky six-fingered hands but otherwise?? honestly?? i mean gross incoming but??? they look like a botched circumcision. don't lie. they absolutely fucking do. i fucking said it. they do. 3/10 cus sometimes they break so badly that one'll follow you thru maria's fog gate lmao

lady maria: i mean. we're all gay. so, points. but also, idk i find her fight obnoxious?? timing is jank and that hunter bone nonsense is... ugh. 6/10 cus she is SUCH a fucking hassle & was way more interesting as a chara in the cut content :/

orphan of kos: i LOVE this baby bitch okay. like!! top fave fights, hello!!! timing and precision and prediction and learning prep patterns and safe boxes and spacing and aaaaAAA everything i love in from fights!!! has that weird poison knife glitch where u can make him stand there as ur friend!!! he is bapy!!! let him s c r e a m!!!!!!! 9/10 cus phase 2 can genuinely be beaten by just. walking. also he's gr0ss

oof alright that’s it there’s my takes for u uwu~

[teruwuki]

Demon Shige awooing to the moon with his werewolf bro! Shigeo trying his best to fly up, holding his puppy sibling! In cold nights Ritsu sleeps with Shige in one bed, being in his wolf form bc he doesnt want his big bro to freeze and Shigeo really appreciate and love it! When Ritsu was younger, he used to munch and play with Shiges tail and Shige was always giggling and laughing cuz it tickles!

They both join Seri in howling at the full moon.

Also the idea of wee baby werewolf ritsu nibbling Mob’s tail eith his baby teeth is adorable.

One day he bites it and a baby tooth gets stuck in Shige’s tail and he’s not hurt but he’s scared as fuck because “oh no!!! My baby brother lost his tooth what do i do it’s my fault!!”

But then Serizawa reasures both that it’s normal and that there’s nothing to worry about.

Also cuddling baby Ritsu is the best because he’s warm and soft like mashed potatoe