#mutt pet re

[softpawpup]

— being a mutt ( for bones )

they found you on the street in the rain in your little cardboard box, tail between your legs and stomach growling. just a street dog, a mutt. you shake in the shadows but they approach and let you sniff their hand. and when you approach them, they carefully scoop you up and clutch you to their chest. it’s warmer than the night air and they smell good. like a fireplace and tea.  they brought you home. first, they gave you a bath. filled with bubbles and soaps for sensitive skin, they massaged the suds into you and rinsed your fur till it was soft to the touch and sufficiently brushed out. their hands were careful with the knots, not wanting to tug on your fur and scare you. “ alright, let’s get you dry. “ and they wrapped you up in a big ol’ towel and took you to the living room. while you dried they turned on the tv, something on animal planet and got you some food. you stared at the tv and watched some show about lions play on a low volume. they came back with a bowl filled with chicken and rice. “ here you go, puppy. eat up. “ and they set the bowl down in front of you and watches as you scarf it down. they rub your back and you slump against them as a sleepiness begins to drift over you. you are safe, you are warm, you are fed.  “ we’ll get you a collar tomorrow, okay? and a nice big bed. and some toys. “ they kiss the top of your hand and bring you into their lap where you curl up and close your eyes. “ sleep well, puppy. “

[pfhwrittes]

title: (hunka hunka) burnin’ love

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x female reader

word count: 1.6k

tags/triggers: smut, oral sex (johnny receiving), semi-public sex, johnny’s POV, blink and you’ll miss it reference to past kyle “gaz” garrick x reader, humour, parental interference, pet names (“bonnie”, “hen”).

a/n: i’ve finally finished a fic. everyone send tats (@stuffireadandenjoy) some love for inspiring this one.

also regarding the parental interference tag, johnny’s dad walks in after the reader and johnny have finished. if that makes you cringe, feel free to skip from “christ, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce.” and pick back up at “back at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortably…”

as always my work is barely edited (i loathe re-reading my own words) so typos and grammatical goofs are likely. with that said, enjoy!

johnny’s breath hitches as you lick a (gratifyingly) long wet stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue curling sweetly around the head as your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, not taking your eyes off him for a second. 

christ, he’s a lucky man. a very lucky man. 

you’re always game for his particular brand of hijinks. when he’d dragged you unsubtly to the bathroom of the nice restaurant after watching you chew on the straw of your drink (for aeons!) with those plump lips of yours, he was sure you’d slap his hands away. chide him. remind him he was no better than a panting mutt. tell him to keep his hands to himself until after dinner at least. 

but you didn’t. 

and now here he was. and here you were. on your knees as his belt buckle clinks noisily in the locked toilet cubicle while the rest of the table (sorry maw) waited for the second course. 

“christ, bonnie.” johnny hisses through his teeth desperately as you lap leisurely at the droplet of precum beading at the slit. (and no, cupcakKe’s deepthroat does not start playing in the back of his mind. shut up.) 

you blink up at johnny in a catlike fashion. he preemptively bites down on his knuckles so he can’t make a stupid joke about the cat gettin’ the cream, eh hen? and be left, quite literally, cock in hand as you return to the table in a huff. (it’s one of the things he loves about you. you’re mercurial as sin and god knows he loves the chase.)

his heart stutters and it takes all his will power not to place his hand on the back of your head and thrust deep into the wet heat of your mouth as you slowly suck on the head of his cock. fuck, it’s not the first time you’ve dropped to your knees and sucked the soul out of him but it leaves him breathless each and every time. 

(has he mentioned he’s a very lucky man?)

“mphfuuuuckin’ hell!” he manages to swear around his fingers before remembering to pull them out of his mouth.

he doesn’t know what it is but this time something feels different. your clever tongue traces nonsensical patterns as you bob your head. it’s wet and messy, the soft skin under your lips prickling, almost as if his dick is more sensitive than usual. 

wait. 

prickling? 

“wait, bonnie - ohjesuswept - i think -” johnny swallows the low moan trying to crawl out of his chest as your head bobs lower, taking more of his cock in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck. it’s a dirty trick, one that’s made him pull the trigger prematurely before. god he loves you for it, you filthy wee minx. 

(if he didn’t have a little box in his jacket pocket waiting for him back at the table he swears hand tae god that he’d propose right here right now in this tiny cubicle with the toilet paper dispenser as his witness.)

you pull off with a slick pop and wipe at your messy mouth, smearing the gloss on your lips as you do. 

“what?” you arch a brow as you fist his cock with the same hand. you know him well enough that unless he calls his safeword (children’s feet, if you’re curious) he always wants you to continue somehow. he loves riding that edge of ohgodyes and ohgodtoomuchtoomuch. 

johnny hisses as you do that clever little twist of the wrist and his dick throbs. no, not throbs, burns. (oh great, now he sounds like one of those wankers from that fucking show you like, the one with the period dresses and shagging. not that he watched it and heckled lord whatshisface’s technique as you battered him with a throw cushion.)

“seriously johnny, what?” you squeeze the base of his cock a little meanly (in his opinion) and pout. “do you want me to stop or -” 

“no, no, no. keep goin’ bonnie, please.” johnny cuts you off to beg. fuck it, he’s had worse in the field (and god knows he’s twisted enough that the whole burnin’ boaby situation is actually getting his motor running more).

you squint up at him suspiciously before shuffling on your knees slightly, getting as comfortable as you possibly can on the uneven tiled surface.

“fine, but be quick. i’m positive your mum knows what we’re up to in here.” 

johnny is pretty sure he looks like a stupid bobble head with how fervently he’s nodding but he couldn’t give a single solitary shit as you lean forward and swallow him down. (he’s not ashamed that he has to squeeze his eyes closed to stop himself from going off like a rocket. you’d given him permission to be quick but he’s still got to have a measure of pride.)

the filthy wet sounds of you gagging on his cock makes johnny’s toes curl in his shoes and he swears his hands move on their own to cup the back of your head to hold you in place. (just for a moment, he’s no’ a monster. it just feels so good.)

he feels you swallow and hears you whine through your nose. chancing a glance down, johnny groans loudly as he meets your teary eyes before he guides you off his cock so that you can suck in a grateful breath of air or two. (okay so maybe the moment was slightly longer than a moment but he challenges any man to resist.) 

you cough and splutter before you squirm in his grip. johnny loosens his hold on your head and moves one of his hands to pump his cock furiously, the ruddy tip resting on your plump (seriously, he swears it’s plumper than usual) bottom lip. 

fuck, his dick is so sensitive, burning hot under his hand – even with the rapidly cooling saliva, precum, and gloss still slicking the length of it. johnny fists his cock and shudders out a long moan as you open your mouth and stretch your tongue out to lick at him. (another dirty trick, and not one he’s shown you. he’d send flowers to the person or persons who’d taught you to flick your tongue along his frenulum if it wouldn’t be weird. ah well, maybe he’ll buy gaz a pint the next time he sees him.)

johnny knows he’s babbling utter bollocks through gritted teeth and gasping like a fish out of water as sweat beads along his hairline. he’s so fucking close to coming his brains out in this little cubicle as he gazes down at you.

you’re a fucking vision on your knees. it’s not the way you fidget slightly, pressing your thighs together hoping for friction, or even the way your mouth looks swollen and spit-and-precum-slicked that causes johnny to come with a harsh grunt onto your waiting tongue. (he’ll never admit it out loud but it’s your eyes. it’s the mischievous twinkle in your dilated pupils that tells him that you’re loving this as much as he is. his partner in crime.)

“fuckin’ hell hen, yer gonny kill me.” johnny pants as his knees wobble like a newborn foal, phosphenes blurring the self-satisfied smirk on your shiny lips when he’s finally able to focus on you. 

you lick your lips and johnny grunts as his cock gives a feeble twitch even as it softens in his grasp. hells bloody bells, his dick is still throbbing and he muffles a whimper when you lean forward to blow cool air on it. 

“jesus christ!” 

“sensitive?” you ask as you get to your feet, moving to tuck johnny back into his trousers. 

christ, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce. johnny’s so distracted by adjusting the front of his underwear that he almost misses the loud bangs on the cubicle door. 

“john! fer god’s sake get back oot here! yer maw’s got intae the red wine!”

johnny shoots you a panicked look and reaches over to clap his sticky palm over your mouth seconds before you burst into inappropriate laughter. your eyes light up and johnny schools his face into the one his maw used to give him when he’d tromp through the house in his mucky boots (and god isn’t that a horrible thought? he always thought when he’d get older he’d become like his auld da), a slow stern shake as you waggle your eyebrows. 

“aye, aye ‘m comin’, keep yer hair oan!” johnny calls through the door. 

“now, john!” 

you wriggle your tongue in between johnny’s fingers (gross!) and flip the lock on the cubicle door, pushing it open to saunter past his auld da with a cheerful “he’ll just be a minute!” leaving johnny to face his da with his belt still hanging loose around his hips. 

“yer flying a wee bit low there son.” johnny’s da clears his throat uncomfortably and unsubtly waves his hand towards johnny’s groin. 

“aye, cheers.” johnny mutters as his ears turn red, fumbling to zip up his flies and buckle his belt.

–

back at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting himself under the cloth napkin on his lap. seriously, what the fuck is going on with his dick? it feels exactly like the time he pinched his sister’s original source shower gel. or like how his lips felt after he stolen your lip gl–

johnny turns his head and squints at your lips. they’re shiny again with a fresh application of gloss. oh you wee terror. so that was the reason you didn’t argue about joining him in the toilets this time. 

johnny leans over to nuzzle at your cheek, taking a moment to murmur in your ear. 

“i ken about the gloss.” 

you pull back, those gorgeous lips of yours twitching to stop from grinning at his predicament before leaning back so that you can murmur your reply, your breath tickling the shell of his ear.

“good. oh and johnny?” 

“mm?” 

“i found the ring.” 

johnny grins so wide that his cheeks hurt. 

aye, he’s a very lucky man.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 6

pairing: shapeshifter!maria hill x fem!reader

summary: someone flirts with you and maria can’t tolerate it.

warnings: pet play!!!, smut!!!, maria has a penis, blowjob, slapping, dirty talk, swearing, praising, addressing reader as “mutt, puppy, bitch”, not proofread, if anything else - let me know and I’ll add it

word count: 1.8k

an: this was short and so is my free time these days, I hate work and ughh, so sorry I’ve been inactive my life is just falling apart rn, so enjoy this smut <3 thank you for all the support! 💕

(Italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky seasons and be safe!

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" A blonde lady asks you.

"Oh, I´m not here alone, my girlfriend is just in the bathroom," you smile at the girl, who is curently too close to your liking.

"Well if she´s in the bathroom, then we can have some fun, before she comes back." The girl touches your hand.

"Oh, no. No, thank you." You take a step away from her.

"Come on, don´t make a big deal out of it. Just a little fun, it won´t hurt you."

Before you can say anything, you feel a hand on your waist, that squeezes you very tightly. You know who it was, even if you were in a coma, you would recognize the touch.

"She said no, so get lost before you gonna get hurt." Maria says firmly as she dugs her nails into your sides.

"You are the girlfriend?" The blonde lady tilts her head and chuckles at Maria´s words.

The next thing you see is your girflriend basically dragging you out of the bar and the blonde girl on the ground with bloody face. To be honest she was asking for it, no is a no and that´s it. And you said it many times, so you are not really sorry for her.

"I can´t believe you." Maria mumbles as she opens the door for you, something she always did.

Early in your dating you once opened your door and she made you go back inside the car, so she could open the door for you, since that... you never open the door.

"You can´t be two minutes alone, god. You just have to be whoring yourself out, huh?" Maria finally looks at you. You sit in the car, not knowing what to say to her. "You´re not gonna say anything?" She slams the door and sits in the driver seat.

"I wasn´t whoring myself out-" you try to explan.

"Oh you weren´t? Look at you, you´re tits are basically out, you have this look in your eyes that says you wanna be fucked-" Maria scoffs, "I can´t believe you, honestly. You want the attention, right? You´re just so fucking needy, you can´t be a second without someone wanting you!" Maria starts the car and the rest of the ride was silent, the engine's gentle hum is the only sound breaking the silence that surrounds you both.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Maria's hands on the steering wheel, her knuckles white with frustration. Her jaw is set, and her brows are furrowed in a deep scowl. You steal a quick glance at her, but her gaze is fixed firmly on the passing scenery, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

You are screwed.

The radio remains off, a stark contrast to the usual joyful flirty conversations or catchy tunes that fill the air during your car rides. The world outside blurs as you both stew in your own thoughts, the miles passing.

Every so often, you look at her, the anger in the air grows so thick that you can practically taste it. You feel a weight in your chest, an ache of regret, and the unspoken words hang heavy between you. You consider breaking the silence, but Maria's demeanor warns you to stay quiet.

As the car finally pulls into the driveway, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the car ride has come to an end. However, the tension between you and Maria remains as thick as ever. She opens the door and then comes to your side, doing the same as always. Both of you make your way into the house.

Once inside, Maria turns to you, her anger still very visible. Her voice is sharp and cold as she says, "Go to the bedroom." Her words hang in the air, heavy and laced with authority.

Nervousness washes over you as you obey her command, knowing that this is far from over. You make your way to the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence in the house is broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the distant noice of Maria´s action in the kitchen.

As you enter the bedroom, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. The tension in the air is almost unbearable, and you know that a storm is brewing.

Maria enters the bedroom, her expression still heavy with anger. She takes a deep breath and finally speaks, her voice tight and controlled. "We need to talk."

You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you prepare yourself for the conversation you've been dreading.

"Your behavior was unacceptable, and it embarrassed me. It´s just... I´ve spent so many weeks on training you and yet it was all for nothing." Maria speaks firmly.

You lower your gaze, feeling a sense of remorse for your actions.

Maria looks at you with this drive in her eyes. "I don't want to hear any apologies, not in words at least. I want you to show me that you're truly sorry."

You meet Maria's gaze, not really knowing if you´re alowed to say anything.

"You need to prove that you´ve learnt something. I need to see that you respect me, our relationship, and our rules." Maria firmly says.

The weight of her words sinks in, and you know that regaining her trust won't be easy, but it's something you're willing to work for. You´re staying quiet.

"You are allowed to talk, speak mutt." She is proud of you for following one of the rules.

You nod, "I understand, Maria. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I´m sorry."

"Good. Then we'll start with the learning again, and you'll have to earn back my trust." Maria says while moving closer to you.

As you watch her, you know that actions will indeed speak louder than words.

"Strip and take on your collar. You´ll be sleeping in your kennel tonight-" her words make you protest.

"But-" You whine, but she slaps you.

"You were saying something, mutt?" Maria holds your chin with a strong grip, her nails digging into your face.

Shaking your head quickly, was your only answer. It was some time, since you´ve slept in the kennel. When Maria met you, she knew you would be her good puppy, that she will train no matter what... and she did.

You were always so good for her, some punishments in the early days, but now? You were her precious little puppy, who did everything perfectly and you got rewarded for it. So it was a win win situation, till now.

You didn´t want to make her even more mad, so you did as you were told and got naked, took your collar and kneeled next to the bed. There was no chance she would let you on the bed right now.

Maria smiles as she watches you thinking in your head, what you can and cannot do. "Good, puppy. See? It´s not that hard to be good."

You didn´t do anything wrong today, at all, both of you know it, but Maria loves this type of game, and she knows very well, that you will play it too.

"I was thinking, mutt. Maybe you should get a little reminder, who owns you, because I feel like your little brain is too occupied with the thought of being fucked," she grabs your hair. "That you don´t care who will be the one fucking you." Maria yanks your hair and whispers in your ear, "I bet you´re dripping already."

You take a deep breath, as you know that tonight will be along one.

Maria´s hands cups your pussy. "Of course you are. You´re such a bitch in heat, you would let her take you there, right on the bar, right?" She´s mad mad right now.

"NO! I wouldn´t!" You know you don´t have the permission to talk, but you need to now, you need to show Maria, that you didn´t care about that girl. "I didn´t care about her, only you!"

"You´re forgetting who owns you, you´re forgetting your rules, I´m spoiling you too much now..." Maria slaps you again. "I can see it now, you´re a spoiled bitch." She sighs. "I don´t think I gave you permission to speak. So... use your mouth for better use."

As you try to take Maria´s pants off, you notice that she´s packing, you didn´t notice that before the club, maybe she took it right after you came back home.

But when you take off her pants you notice that it´s not a strap, it´s a real dick. Your eyes widen at that sight. But you didn’t have time to think about it into the depths.

"Go on, suck." Maria brngs your head to her crotch and you immedietly open your mouth.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Maria letting out her moans. You tease her a little with your tongue and she immediately responds by pushing your head further to her, your nose hitting her lower belly.

You make eye contact with her, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold her in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show her you can do it, so you dive back in, making her moan louder this time.

You can feel her twitch inside your mouth, she is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Maria go feral. "Fuck- just like that, puppy." You moan against her, which sends shivers up and down her spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You want to show her, that you are hers and only hers, you move closer to her, her dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to her balls, playing with them which makes Maria cum righ away.

Keeping still so she send her full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good puppy you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Maria says out of breath.

You lick her clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Maria. One of her fingers finding your chin and she wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into her mouth and tasting herself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." She makes you stand up. "Oh look at that mess you made!" You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "I guess we gonna have way more fun with this ability."

"But- how did you?" You tilt your head, moving your hand to where her dick was a few moments ago, but now it´s just her wet pussy.

"I´ve trained my skills, something you should do too, puppy. So go to your kennel and I´ll think about letting you cum next week."

Maria was harsh, but the orgasms she gives you are worth the wait.

Hehe thank you for reading!:)

[urlocalwhumper]

just, absolutely in love with the idea of very animalistic pet whumpees, whether they're actual animalpeople (my personal preference) or regular humans that are just deeply conditioned into behaving like animals.

walking around on all fours. sleeping all curled up. never thinking anything of always being naked besides their collar, because they're an animal and animals don't wear clothes. they might be physically capable of speech, but they don't vocalize anything beyond whines/whimpers/growls/barks/meows because words are for humans, and they're an animal.

i also like the sort of helplessness that can come from having their brain (re)wired to think like an animal. imagine two pets, one is injured, and the other, while physically capable of helping, doesn't know how to. because why would a dumb mutt know anything about medicine? all they can do is worriedly lick at the wound to try and keep it clean, and snuggle their friend close, nuzzling softly against their face to try and comfort them through the pain.

[homelanderbutbig]

The Brutus To His Caesar (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1942 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You get a dog without telling Homelander, and he is not a fan. Inspired by a conversation with @sehtoast. (thank you again bruv ;_;)

Homelander's days follow a predictable pattern. He wakes up in the morning, performs his superhero duties and events in the afternoon, then comes back to his penthouse to spend his night with you. From when he was a child in the lab, he's come to appreciate having a steadfast routine to follow, without the fear of something unknown causing a disturbance.

That is why he can't hide the utter disbelief painted on his face when he comes back to the penthouse in the evening, and finds you sitting on the couch with a dog.

"What… what is that… thing doing in here?" he sneers, eyeing this filthy creature that is blissfully laying its head on your lap. He can feel tightness constricting his chest as a wave of anxiety begins to spike inside him.

"One of my co-workers couldn't care for him anymore," you explain. "They had to re-home him on short notice, so I offered to take him. I'll bring him back to my apartment tomorrow, but we had plans for tonight so I brought him here with me."

"You… y-you took this mutt in without consulting me?" Homelander interrogates you, words laced with his discontent. Walking in front of the couch, he glares down as you shower this mongrel with your affection. He should be the one lying in your lap right now, not this dumb animal.

"I wasn't going to let this poor guy go to the pound if I could help it," you respond, doing your best to reason with him. "He's a senior dog, he needs extra care."

"Y-you're going to be keeping this thing?" he scoffs, finding it hard to believe you could do something like this to him. "Don't you know how many people get killed by dogs every year?"

"You think this little fella is going to do something like that?" you retort, looking down at the docile, sleepy dog on your lap and back up at the eight foot tall murder machine looming over you. "Honey, he's a couch potato that sleeps 20 hours a day. He may not have very many years left, he deserves to spend that time somewhere where he's safe and loved. I'm not getting rid of him."

Letting out an exasperated chortle, Homelander shakes his head while putting his hands on his hips. He's quickly realizing you're serious about keeping this dog, and there's nothing he can do to change your mind. How could you do this to him? He thought you loved him, that he was the only one you would ever love. Then you go and give your love to something else?

His jaw tenses while he feels himself spiraling from his initial thoughts of you loving this pet, to his all-too-familiar fear of losing you. This dog, this supervillain, is conspiring against him to ruin his life and you can't even see how it's manipulating you. It's going to usurp him in his position as your favourite, leaving him tossed aside like yesterday's garbage. He can't let that happen, not again, not-

"Hey," you exclaim, seeing Homelander spin further into his inner turmoil. You knew he would have trouble accepting this change, but you weren't expecting him to be so dramatic about it. "Sit down next to me, okay?"

Your words snap him out of this headspace, though he is still quite distraught. With a hard swallow, he reluctantly sits down beside you, tight fists in his lap, keeping a space in between him and that diabolical homewrecker.

"You know this dog is not going to replace you, right?" you console him. Even sitting at an equal elevation you are only eye-level with Homelander's pecs, so you have to crane your head up to look at his face.

He stares down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with you as he feels tears beginning to form in his eyes. However, his nerves deflate ever so slightly from feeling your hand touch his fist, and he loosens his stiff grip enough to let you slip your fingers in between his knuckles.

"I care about you Homelander," you continue, giving the leather of his glove a gentle squeeze. "I love you more than anything in the whole entire world. This dog doesn't take away any of those feelings. I just wanted to help him, because he can't help himself. You can understand that, can't you?"

With a deep sigh, he gives you a feeble nod and finally turns his head to look at you. His big blue eyes are glassy as a single tear rolls down his cheek, his nose is sniffling, his lips are quivering, but his mind is solely focused on you now.

You figure this is as good a time as any to introduce him to the dog.

"Can you take your gloves off for me?" you ask tenderly, and Homelander does so immediately, freeing both of his hands and leaving the gloves on the adjacent couch cushion. He returns his left hand to you, entwining it with your fingers and relishing the feeling of your soft skin.

"I want you to meet Murphy," you say, gesturing to the dog. "You can give him a pet. He's a good boy, he won't bite."

"I… I-I don't…" he stutters, holding onto his breath as his eyes dart back and forth. You notice his face subtly twitching, along with his hands going rigid.

"You don't what, sweetie?" you ask him, using your free hand to give the dog a little scratch behind his ear. Slowly, it perks itself up from your lap to angle its head towards your fingers.

"D-don't… don't know h-how…" he mumbles in a voice barely audible to you, sounding more like a small child than a grown man.

"You've never pet a dog before?" you enquire.

The way he once again refuses to look in your direction tells you that you've hit the nail on the head. Owning a pet is just another average human thing Homelander has never been able to experience. He was never permitted to be around animals in the lab, nor has he ever really interacted with them during his tenure at Vought. Not that he would want to anyway, with how delicate and finicky animals are with his size. Regular people can barely handle him, how on earth would a dog that narrowly reaches past his ankles react?

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you reassure him, stroking the top of his left hand. "I'll teach you. Here, just put your other hand out so he can sniff you. It's how dogs say hello."

Although he is hesitant to get acquainted with this scruffy menace, his newfound mortal enemy, he doesn't like to go against your wishes. With the utmost caution, he holds the back of his right hand to the dog's snout. It lazily inspects his large fingers, giving them a plentiful sniff before glancing up at him.

"H-he's staring at m-me," he stammers, his distress creeping up again. What exactly does this fiendish hellhound want from him? Can it smell his fear? Is it out for blood?

"He wants you to pet him," you clarify. "Just right on the top of his head, he likes it there."

He envelops your comparatively tiny hand in his own, trying to keep himself grounded. With a deep inhale of preparation, he shakily uses his index finger, middle finger and thumb to lightly scratch the dog's head. It closes its eyes as it enjoys the superpowered head massage, making content little noises to itself.

"That's it! You're doing great!" you encourage him, putting your other hand on top of his left one. Your praise does wonders to his worries, and he begins calming down enough to relinquish your hand from his iron grasp.

"Listen, I'm gonna go get him some dog treats from the kitchen," you say, sliding off the couch. Homelander looks at you like you've just stabbed him through the heart. You're leaving him alone with this… this beast? All by himself?

"Hey, you'll be fine!" you giggle at his expression, patting him on the knee before heading out of the living room. "I'll only be a second! I'll be right back, I promise!"

Now left unattended with his cunning adversary, Homelander does all in his power to keep his mind stable, and to stop enemy from figuring out how uneasy he feels right now. His hands are close to his abs while he fiddles with his thumbs, and he bounces one of his knees in quick succession.

Suddenly, he notices the dog leisurely get up on the couch cushion, and begin plodding closer to him. His whole body freezes in place at the horror of this mutt hopping up on his thighs and making itself a comfortable bed in the soft padding of his suit. Despite the dog only weighing twenty pounds and barely taking up any space in his lap, it feels like a ticking time bomb set to explode at any moment.

When you come back into the living room, you have to choke back a laugh at the sight of Homelander so utterly terrified at the dog laying on him. However, you swiftly turn your emotions to concern when you see him practically hyperventilating. His first time interacting with a dog is moving so fast, he's finding it hard to calm down.

"W-w-what do I do?!?" he panics, his heart pounding out of his chest as he rapidly becomes overwhelmed. He is about ten seconds away from running out to his balcony launch pad and flying far away.

"You don't have to do anything, he just likes you sweet pea!" you try and comfort him as you climb up on the couch, leaving the box of dog treats on the floor. "He trusts you!"

When Homelander shoots you an expression equal parts terrified and confused, you stand up on the cushion to get close to his face. Keeping yourself steady with a hand perched on his shoulder, you start combing your fingers through his undercut. Your touches are the one sure-fire thing to quickly dampen his anxieties. He can't help but lean his big head closer into your palm, craving your affection.

"Dogs aren't like people, they don't judge. And they have a pretty good sense of character," you point out, giving him a little scratch on his scalp. He gives you a little whine in return. "I have a feeling that Murphy knows you aren't as scary as you look. I think he can see what a gentle giant you really are."

Contemplating what you've said, Homelander glances back down at the dog on his lap, just now realizing that it has fallen asleep. This mongrel, what he suspected to be the Brutus to his Caesar, has trusted him enough to guard its dreams, when it's at its most vulnerable.

The only other being to assume their safety to sleep in his presence was… well, you. Because you don't perceive him like all the others around him do. You don't treat him like he's some incredibly powerful and massive monster; you love him for who he really is, for the truth that he hides and keeps buried deep down in his psyche. You love him unconditionally, just like this dog does.

Homelander's rollercoaster of emotions has finally come to a complete stop, letting him see this situation in a different light. Maybe this creature… this dog isn't out to take you away from him after all. If it can accept him without the prejudice he's experienced his whole life, it can't be all bad.

Maybe he can allow it stay with you… under his supervision.

[prettyboykatsuki]

after hours | jing yuan.

✮ tags ; this reads fucked up but everything is consensual !!, petplay but its fucked up, muzzles / leashes, masc + afab!reader petnames (mutt, stupid pretty boy), reader is described vaugely as scarred / muscular but it's part of their job, vibrators, humiliation / mild degradation (he is a bit demeaning) assassin/special forces reader, general jing yuan, imbalanced power dynamics, they are LOVERS.

✮ wc ; 2.1k (sorry)

✮ a/n ; i am still on writing hiatus i promise i just. i promise i am. i think this is the most psychologically revealing thing ive written since april.

✮ synopsis ; general jing yuan likes his pets well trained.

General Jing Yuan has few rules for his sub-ordinates, but he is only especially strict on one.

If, by chance, there is reason for them to be boarded in the same quarters - do not disturb him after hours.

Jing Yuan is a wise man, and a good leader. He leads with care. He does not focus too heavily on the strictness of military - though he thinks it's a good thing for young men to have that sort of structure. Especially if they are without cause. Like love or family.

Men without reason or purpose go on to cause havoc across the known world. It is whims of evil, lacking true virtue that Jing Yuan finds most intolerable to deal with. Even so, while structure and order is necessary to wield power, he is not especially keen on enforcing it too greatly.

A soldiers life is dictated by his willingness to live despite the odds, if only to fight to the end. To end up under his leadership thus, is proof enough of their trustworthiness.

When the one rule he is strict on is broken - he can only assume the state of emergency.

He looks at you, chained and muzzled, near growling. Noisy thing you are. He wraps the chain around your neck with a deep, cumbersome sigh. Pulling you up to him, he whispers against your cheek with a huff of mild annoyance.

"Wait here, boy."

He slides the door behind him and opens another one. A young cloud-knight, bright-eyed and fearsome - bows his head in respect. His commanding officers must've sent him to teach him a lesson.

"General Jing Yuan," Jing Yuan is impressed he hasn't stuttered.

"At ease. I suspect there's been some emergency since you've come to my chambers at the hours I strictly forbid," He says, arms crossed over bare chest.

"Yes, General. Th-there's been an issue with the interference mission. We c-can't get in touch with the commander of the operation and the signal has been cut completely."

Jing Yuan rubs his chin with thumb and forefinger.

"If they've been infiltrated, it's on our best action to wait. Focus on re-establishing the signal by any means. If more than 48 hours pass, we'll send reinforcements then."

"Yes, General. Order received."

Jing Yuan nods, waving a hand.

"'Be on your way. And do not disturb me again until morning."

The solider returns on his wave, and Jing Yuan shuts the door with another sigh before returning to his bedroom.

Truly, he doesn't like being disturbed at times like this. Enacting justice and punishment is a task that requires attention.

He is, most pleased by the sight in front him. You're bent over on his floor, waiting impatiently. The heavy chain of a leash coiled around your throat, face pushed into the soft fabrics laid out underneath you - an act of forgiveness. What kind of Master would he be to lay you out on the marble? On your knees and elbows, a pillow under you and something pushed soft against your clit.

Jing Yuan returns to the seat he had placed in front of you. It's hard these days, for him to find this kind of excitement.

Yes, it is most pleasing to see you like this. A dog, an animal of war - chained up at his feet with a nasty anger tucked between your maw. You are fine to look at. Scars and muscle, fingers bruised from being broken over and over.

You never quite learn how to behave yourself. A man without reason, a being with so much pride it overflows. He reaches his hand to your hair and gathers it, enough to tug you up.

He grins at the sight. Tear-stained and so wounded with desire you can't stand to your feet, a pathetic quality to you that makes Jing Yuan want to dote on you. You glare at him and the gesture does little to soften his want.

Jing Yuan is thankful at times, that his relationship to you is unofficial. That you are his mercenary, his spear - and not his subordinate. He has no desire to treat you fairly.

"I haven't been gone long," He muses, hand tightening if only to see you flinch "And I see you in this state. What happened to your fortitude?"

With this, Jing Yuan joins you on the ground. He sits with his legs cross and maneuvers you, swift as he positions you over his lap. You are naked and drooling and so angry, so tied up in your emotion that you can only glare.

Jing Yuan's desire to treat you affectionately, it born from a greater desire to discipline.

To an untrained eye, it may not be easy to recognize. But you, who always carries death and always tastes of iron, must be disciplined in ways that are unordinary. Jing Yuan must show you shame. Dominance through the plagues of embarrassment.

If Jing Yuan were a fool, he would fight you. You are a formidable opponent even for him.

But he is the wise, and knowing. This is an eaiser way to get you to act in accordance to his wishes.

"What's become of you?" He teases and you gasp. He taps the machine attached to your clit, making you collapse over his shoulder "This much sensation and you're drooling."

You are younger than Jing Yuan. Most people are. Still, he cannot treat you to accordance of this fact - not when you whine through your throat. The anger is dissipating slowly in you. You show relief when he turns it off, tossing the little bullet to one side.

He replaces it with his hands - his fingers rub softly. Your nerves are overstimulated, nails digging into his shoulder. You stare at him hard, iron of the muzzle gone hot as you push against his mouth. You want to bite, of course you do. But you can't.

"If you behaved better I would've let you do as you please," He hums, middle finger rubbing through your folds - so wet it drips. Calm, loving - but disciplinary all the same. You are so aroused it is almost shameful "Let you stake your claim on your general as you pleased. As your superior, it is my job to reward you."

"Yet you've killed our important informant, and it is also my job to punish you accordingly," He says, amused. He isn't as careful as he should be, sticks his fingers far into your cunt. It welcomes him so readily. He grins to himself, just a little "And so this too, is for your own good."

You shake above him, still angry. Less so. Jing Yuan gives you a look.

"Do you understand me?"

"Am I permitted to speak, you bastard?" You spit, though the words don't carry the same weight when they are spoken breathlessly.

"You've done well not to thus far," He says, easier this time - curling his fingers and pushing against the squishy, spongy part inside of you that leaves you trembling under his touch "I've asked you a question."

"And why should I have to answer to that?"

"Because, sword of mine," He says, thrusting his fingers hard enough that you bend. The pleasure washes over you, and you're so unlike yourself you nearly break. "I'm more than willing to leave you in this sorry state."

You give him a challenging look, an angry you wouldn't dare. Jing Yuan returns it with one of amusement, a lazy smile as if to answer are you willing to take the risk?

The truth, unbeknownst to you, is merely that he wouldn't. He would have to restrain himself in order to punish you thoroughly. You are a follower of instinct and sensation, so Jing Yuan can foresee your answer.

"I understand, you annoying prick."

Jing Yuan stares at you. You freeze then grit your teeth.

"I understand, General."

"Your hands are free," Jing Yuan whispers as he leaves you, caressing your cheek with his thumb, over a raised white scar "Use them."

Jing Yuan watches with utter delight as you undo his robe. How your hands come up to undo the comfortable confines. To tug at his boxers and free his cock. How your hands - hands that have committed violence so unspeakable, tremble like a flower in the breeze trying to touch him. You wrap your palm around his shaft unsteadily. Jing Yuan puts his hand ontop of yours. Intimate, full to the brim with excitement.

"Are you just going to touch it?"

You flush up to your ears. Jing Yuan leans close.

"A mutt like you should know very well how to sit,"

You glare but it urges you forward. Jing Yuan watches, half lust and half amusement as you lean forward slightly and line himself up with your entrance. You hiss as Jing Yuan feels the head of his cock push through and forward. Hot and warm, so slippery it feels like you're trying to push him out. He grabs you by the hip and slams you down hard, bottoming out.

You curse under your breath but it's not much more than noise to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan wants to be unfair to you, so he holds you up and fucks you without mercy. There's only a brief pause, where he pulls out only to push all the way back in.

He keeps you in place just like that, and watches your expressions change over and over again. From irritated, to wanting, to almost lecherous with desire. A sense of adrenaline that leaves Jing Yuan's whole body feeling so alive, electricity running through his nerves. He loves seeing you like this - seeing his hardened right-hand turn into a stupid, drooling pretty boy. It elates him to see you like that, see your pussy fucked all the way open on his cock.

It makes him visceral and cruel, makes him want to fuck you so hard his thighs imprint on your ass.

So he fucks you, hard and fast - cock splitting you open and touching you so deep you can't even fix your mouth to bit him. There's drool coming through the metal grates, dripping on his chest and your eyes look like they're practically rolled back.

"Such a bad temper," Jing Yuan hisses, teeth sticking into your neck "Yet you get so wet," Thrust "And so pliable," Thrust "Like you're begging for me to be inside."

"Fuck," You curse, and you hold your breath "F-fuck, touch me, I'm gonna,"

Jing Yuan decides to heed your request, putting his hand between your bodies - rubbing your clit fast and hard. It's almost instant, the effect it has on you, how quickly you start to shake above him. He can feel your walls tighten around him, silken and slick. Begging for him, aren't you? Just begging to be fucked so full so you can let yourself go.

Of course Jing Yuan intends to give you just that. With ease and lust so bone deep, he lays you flat on your back before bringing his hands under your knees. He presses his full weight unto you.

"You're—oh, why're you—you're so deep."

"Yes, that's it," He says, and he can't keep himself together like he would like "This is will help won't it. Be a good mutt, and heel. Take it all,"

It doesn't take much more for Jing Yuan to push you over the edge. You're a sight for sore eyes like that, broken and fucking yourself back onto him. It's magnificent. Jing Yuan could never, ever get tired of looking at you fall apart so wholly. The praise falls out of his lips smoothly as you pulse around him over and over and over.

"That's it. This is what you needed isn't it?"

You spasm, squeeze so hard on Jing Yuans cock he can't help but bottom out. He cums like that, deep inside and fucks you through it. It leaves a mess of white in a ring around him when he does manage to pull himself out.

He rests his cock through puffy folds as he reaches around the back of your head - undoing the muzzle and letting you free. He rubs carefully at the indented skin before kissing you gingerly.

You blink at him through your lashes, running your fingers through soft grey hairs. Your voice is hoarse.

"You're a bastard, General."

"You seem upset, my dear."

"Don't call me that right now," You rasp, throat thick. You kiss him again anyways, and Jing Yuan laughs.

"Learn to control yourself," Jing Yuan reprimands, pushing his lips against your jaw "And I won't have any reason to upset you."

"I'm not promising you anything."

"Then stay by my side," Jing Yuan offers instead "I'll continue to punish you accordingly."

[redlegumes]

Dec 2nd: Came Back Wrong

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

prompt: Came Back Wrong | AO3: link | wc: 750 | rating: T | cw: none | tags: Steve Harrington has bad parents, found family, Christmas cards, holiday cards, return to sender

Summary: A holiday card marked 'return to sender' and Eddie remind Steve who his family is.

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“Looks like one of the cards came back to us babe,” Eddie said, flipping through bills. He handed Steve the battered blue envelope that Steve instantly recognized from their Christmas cards that year.

Steve looked at the neat block lettering the recipient had used to print the words ‘return to sender' above the address, and quickly noticed that the envelope was… altered. It was obvious to Steve that it'd gone through more wear than regular transport could have created.

“Stevie?” Eddie stopped looking through their other mail and set it on the kitchen counter before walking up to Steve. He ran his hands up and down Steve's arms, and began to stare daggers at the offending piece of mail in Steve's hand. “You're a little frozen there. What's wrong?”

Steve cleared his throat to speak, but his own voice still felt a little far away. “It's ‘return to sender,’ but it came back wrong.” 

cont. after the cut

“Uh, looks like a letter sweetheart,” Eddie said. His brow furrowed and Steve caught sight of one eyebrow raising slowly. “Which address was it?”

“Yeah, it- it's just a card,” Steve mumbled, his hands clenched the envelope a little tighter. “It was addressed to my parents.”

Eddie softly asked, “can I see?” Steve didn't respond, or fight when Eddie gently tugged it free from his grip. Instead Steve pictured exactly what was in the envelope. A secular, ‘happy holidays’ card with a blanket sort of sentiment on the front. He and Eddie weren't particularly religious, but they enjoyed the holiday season all the same. The cards they’d chosen that year were blank inside and Steve had spent a long time, not just building a list of recipients but on the letters he wrote out in each one.

The best part of the cards that year were the mall portraits Steve and Eddie ordered. They were in matching red long johns with a Christmas themed background. They even managed to get Lucifer (their three year old tortoise shell cat) and Bird (their mystery mutt) posed with them. Wearing bows. Wrangling the pets into the J.C. Penny photo studio alone had been a feat. Steve normally still chuckled even thinking about it, and Eddie's embellished tale of the event had already come up at multiple holiday parties.

He wondered if the photo would still be inside.

“Ah, I see what you mean now.” Eddie had a grimace on his face as his dexterous fingers turned the envelope over and ran along the top edge. 

Someone had opened the card, and not in an unintentional way. There was no evidence that someone ripped it open, assuming it was a card for them before realizing the mistake and sending it back through the post. No, the envelope had been carefully slit across the top, something one might be able to do with a very sharp letter opener. Steve pictured such a letter opener in detail: being lifted from a wooden, velvet lined box on a desk, the blade sharp, handle heavy, real silver throughout kept free of tarnish.

Eddie practically growled as his nail picked at the single piece of scotch tape that had re-sealed the top edge. “Assholes.” He pulled it off and took out the card, glancing briefly at the careful script Steve had written inside before plucking out their photo. Eddie marched to the fridge where he moved a large souvenir magnet from their California trip to secure it to the front door, centered over the other holiday cards already collaged over the appliance. He hooked Steve’s fingers when he walked back, heading directly to their small home’s fireplace. “We can always use more kindling,” he said, kneeling to nestle the card and envelope between the logs already placed there to light later that day.

Steve nodded, and Eddie took his face in his hands. His calloused grasp was steady, and Steve let himself become absorbed in the hot chocolate brown gaze holding his own. “You made lovely cards this year and our family photo is in the hands of everyone we care about this year. Everyone who loves us sent us cards too.” He kissed Steve’s nose, and sighed. "Are you going to be okay, knowing there was one that came back wrong?”

“I will be,” Steve replied, kissing Eddie on the lips. The kiss was sweet, but Steve also basked in the knowledge he’d built a loving family. One that chose him in return. One that proved, time and time again, what right looked like.

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[tumblingghosts]

re: ask game

felix ratvinstill, the patron saint of rodents

because I would love to know any and all behind the scenes thoughts

of course! happy to yap about the rats <3

(i have an embarrassing about of lore about these rats)

i already mentioned a few things in these replies:

gaul's beef w/ felix & where the rat obsession started

clemmie is tired of felix's rat shenanigans

reference to livia worshipping taylor swift

max making sure the rat parade was not broadcast

expanding on those:

felix's rat obsession started shortly after his parents' deaths as a coping mechanism that no one addressed until it was too late & felix was irrevocably attached

it was still war time so there were a lot of rats around on the streets and felix had somehow managed to capture one (aesop) to keep as a pet turned support animal

max (president) was pretty concerned about the whole thing, but between the grief of losing family members and the ongoing war, he basically went 'kids will be kids ig' and let felix be

felix originally calling aesop 'mr rat' and would read him some stories (aesop's fables) to help him go to sleep bc that's what his parents would do to help him sleep when he was younger

aesop was named as such because he went 'storybooks' -> 'rat that helps me sleep' -> 'perfect name :D'

max (president) did have gaul 'check' aesop (without felix's knowledge) once it was brought to his attention that felix was letting aesop sleep in his bed bc he did not want felix to be killed off by a potentially diseased rat

(is aesop the same rat that felix originally caught? maybe. maybe not. gaul certainly isn't saying whether she modified aesop or gave a mutt replacement. maybe the rat she melted on their field trip as nine-year-olds was the original aesop. again, gaul certainly isn't going to say anything one way or the other)

anyway, that's how all of felix's rats live past 3-4 years 🐀

felix stopped collecting rats when the war ended (eight-years-old) because max (president) was able to convince him that it would be too much of a hassle to have more rats once transitioned from homeschooling to a school with others. max was not, however, able to convince felix to get rid of any of the rats (his original intent).

when felix was younger, i like to think he had one of those little red wagons to bring all his rats along everywhere. by the time he reaches the academy, he just carries them in his pockets and/or lets them follow him on their own.

asclepius is his medic rat (named after the god of medicine) and the first rat that clemensia was introduced to. she was severely weirded out, but came around after an asclepius alerted a teacher when she was having an allergic reaction (strawberry allergy headcanon from medea)

yes, felix did make clemmie thank asclepius for quote "saving her life", which she did do. her thoughts on felix's rats after that event were basically 'well, i guess this is a thing.....this is fine....' which felix took to mean that she was an ally against rat haters (livia)

max (rat) was the last (36th) felix had adopted. it was just a few months before the end, and he quickly became felix's support rat. max (president) was not present enough in felix's life to realize felix had named after him under nearly a year later.

max (president) knew about albanus (rat) but was fine with it because he thought felix was just honoring a dead family member. max (president) side eyes felix's interactions wtih max the rat all the time. marius and gnaeus are just grateful that no rats are named after them.

side note: originally, this fic was just supposed to be felix's perspective, but as i was writing, felix's pov sounded too 'rational' bc of how much he was coping, so dill's pov was added in for contrast (and get an outside view of the rat-related insanity)

the rat parade happens at heavensbee hall. the people in attendance were the mentors and tributes (and, of course, felix's rats). max (president) did not attend. gaul was not invited. livia was also not invited, but she showed up because she was insulted that facet was given a personalized invite.

felix wanted it to be bigger, but that was the compromise that max (president) was able to negotiate felix into agreeing to. there were cameras that felix insisted on being there with the intent to broadcast the event, but none were actually recording.

max (president) made sure that none of them were on and told felix after the fact that they had 'malfunctioned' so the rat parade 'unfortunately' was not shared. felix is very disappointed by this and has to be comforted by max (rat) when he can't host a second rat parade to make up for it.

no one ever believes reaper and dill when they go back home and tell others about the rats. eventually, they just fudge the story to stop people from pressing them for the "real" story (aka "the mentors were convinced by the tributes' humanity from interacting with them and realizing how bad things were in the districts & dill's mentor was able to use nepotism to stop the games" - basically the same concept minus the rats)

i didn't have any solid ideas after that, but i like to think that felix visits dill in d11 sometime in the future and she has to awkwardly explain to her family that 'this is felix ravinstill, yes, that ravinstill family, yes, these rats are normal and please don't say anything against it to his face, please'.

and there you have it! 🐀🐀🐀

thanks for the ask abyssal! :D

[greenflygirl]

what's wrong, mutt? I strike a cord? Hot a nerve?

Your anger let's me know I'm right.

At least you're a pretty little thing, a German shepherd? Aren't you happy to be a nice breed of attack dog?

Everyone loves German shepherds when they do their jobs.

As long as you do your job, little mutt, you'll feel the acceptance and love of others.

-🧠

Stop with that SHIT, i am NOT a dog. I am not.. a dog. Nor a mutt nor a pet, maybe you re just projecting on me? Wanting someone to feel like you do?

I'm not just a pretty little thing, i'm not a attack dog or hound, i'm not lapdog NOR AM I A PET!

I will never be one. would people actually love and accept me if i did my job? If i actually became a hound?

[achoirofcritters]

Welcome to the blog!

I could have used a more prestigious photo for this, but why?

Hi hello, I'm Bridgette but most online call me Arcane (and have before it was cool) - I'm a queer person from KY in their 30s who has three dogs and loves photography.

If you like my photography work, you can support & follow me elsewhere: https://linktr.ee/bjonesphotography Most of my socials for photography are listed here!

The main stars of the blog are: Evie, the oldest, a bully breed mutt from a local shelter. > Evie passed away May 10th, 2024 from cancer. Astaroth, a red merle Australian Shepherd from a local breeder. Pazuzu, a red tri Australian Shepherd from the same local breeder. Moxie, a bully breed mix puppy from the local shelter, welcomed home late May 2024.

We also have cats, rodents, a jumping spider, a mantis, and a couple of crested geckos I may post from time to time.

My camera for the ~fancy~ photos is a Nikon D850. Primary lenses are an 85mm and a Sigma ART 35mm. Sometimes I upload pics from my iPhone as well but those are mostly just to get a glimpse into the cozy, domestic life we lead.

Asks and questions are always welcome re: photography or pet care. We are primarily a pet home, the most our dogs do is hiking with us. Me and my partner are both neurodivergent and mentally ill so the energy is low here at times. I sometimes go very long bursts without posting but we've been here since Evie was young and intend to stick around, even if it's just occasionally popping in!

Anyway, thanks for joining me on my dog and photography journey and I hope you enjoy the images posted here!

[ulkaralakbarova]

This animated take on Oliver Twist re-imagines Oliver as an adorable orphaned kitten who struggles to survive in New York City and falls in with a band of canine criminals led by an evil human. First, Oliver meets Dodger, a carefree mutt with street savoir faire. But when Oliver meets wealthy Jenny on one of the gang’s thieving missions, his life changes forever. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Oliver (voice): Joey Lawrence Dodger (voice): Billy Joel Tito (voice): Cheech Marin Einstein (voice): Richard Mulligan Francis (voice): Roscoe Lee Browne Rita (voice): Sheryl Lee Ralph Fagin (voice): Dom DeLuise Roscoe (voice): Taurean Blacque Desoto (voice): Carl Weintraub Sykes (voice): Robert Loggia Jenny (voice): Natalie Gregory Winston (voice): William Glover Georgette (voice): Bette Midler (voice): Deborah Gates Additional Voice (voice): Charles Bartlett Additional Voice (voice): Jonathan Brandis Additional Voice (voice): Kal David Additional Voice (voice): Marcia Del Mar Additional Voice (voice): Victor DiMattia Additional Voice (voice): Judi M. Durand Additional Voice (voice): Greg Finley Additional Voice (voice): Javier Grajeda Louie the Sausage Vendor (voice): Frank Welker Additional Voices (voice): Nancy Parent Rita (singing voice) (uncredited): Ruth Pointer Additional Voices (voice): J.D. Hall Film Crew: Screenplay: James Mangold Novel: Charles Dickens Story: Roger Allers Editor: Mark A. Hester Screenplay: Tim Disney Animation: Chris Buck Editor: James Melton Songs: Howard Ashman Original Music Composer: J.A.C. Redford Songs: Billy Joel Director: George Scribner Screenplay: Jim Cox Songs: Barry Manilow Producer: Kathleen Gavin Character Designer: Glen Keane Songs: Huey Lewis Other: Alan Smart Layout: Bill Perkins Animation: Anthony DeRosa Animation: Jay Jackson Color Designer: Maria Gonzalez Animation Manager: Pat Sito Movie Reviews: CinemaSerf: I suppose it was only a matter of time before this classic Charles Dickens story got the Disney treatment – but given that it’s completely devoid of any darkness or eeriness, this rather too cheerful and vibrant pet-fest doesn’t really work for me. The eponymous kitten is adopted by a gang of dogs that, much like “Fagin’s Boys” in the book, engage in a bit of petty crime for their boss “Fagin” who, himself, lives in terror of the malevolent “Sykes”. When the latter cottons on that “Oliver” has been adopted into a wealthy home, he insists that “Fagin” enact a trap to lure “Jenny” from her luxury mansion so he can ransom her back to her dad. It falls to “Oliver” and his canine companions to thwart this dastardly plan. You can’t really fault the quality of the animation and an array of musicians including Barry Manilow and Dan Hartman are behind the songs that won’t exactly stick in your mind afterwards, but that do help to keep this amiable production rolling along. Sadly, though, it’s all just way too predictably light and fluffy and takes just a little too much of a factory approach to one of the more substantial stories of English literature. Younger kids may like it though – it’s pretty joyous and extols the virtues of loyalty, team playing and friendship and it’s not without the odd laugh to two.

[pettyprocrastination]

Little Pup

Nobody gave a comment on my cringe ass creative writing assignment about re-imagining a fairy tale so I’m posting it on here for attention 

summary: A nun finds a child raised by wolves in the forest, she wishes to bring her to salvation. (A reimagining of Angela Carter’s “Wolf-Alice” from the perspective of the nun who found her. 

Warnings: Unfair treatment of children (a feral child who spent her life living with animals), child neglect. 

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Sister Agatha was the one who found her first. 

Curled along a litter of young wolves, a small pack tucked into the crevices of the decaying body of their mother. Each of them too young to know that her heart had stopped despite how they nuzzled her for warmth. 

There was a moment where the child blended in. That she saw nothing more than a sorrowful sight of pups without their mother until she noticed a flash of bare skin and realized the smallest mutt wasn’t canine at all. Her body was not clad in dark fur save for the matted red hair growing atop her head. Her little body covered in scratches and bruises from the cold forest she called home and the roughhousing of her brothers and sisters that laid next to her. 

The nun’s heart bled for the child. What horrid life she must have been born into that led to this moment, where a young girl found solace in the forest floor instead of the warm bed and loving embrace of a proper mother as all children should have. 

Perhaps she could help her. 

Yes, bring the little one to the covenant and raise her. Teach her to speak and pray, bring her to a place, a home where she would be warm and safe. 

A child of God that very may well be Agatha’s as well. 

As her thoughts of being the feral child’s savior came to a swell within her head, she reached out for the poor creature still nuzzled to the wolf’s corpse. 

It’s alright, little one. Agatha wished to tell her. I’m going to bring you home.

The child’s eyes opened in a second and she lashed out with a crackling yowl, snapping her teeth into the hand intending to rescue her. Agatha pulled back in shock and watched the child sit back on her haunches and growl, licking the droplets of her savior's blood from her lips curled in a snarl. 

When Agatha returned to the covenant she told the others of the child in the woods. Each of their faces molded in sympathy and disbelief while the Mother Superior cast a judgmental gaze over the little bleeding teeth-marks in her palm. 

Her method of retrieval for the child was not as kind as Agatha’s.

One would believe that the child had been flayed with how she was screaming. Howling and writhing as the sisters tied her with rope so she could be brought to the church without biting them. At the sight of her trembling bound form, Agatha felt less like a rescuer and more like a hunter, and wondered for just a moment if the child should just stay with her litter. 

But the Mother Superior carried the snarling child to their home with empty eyes and strict intentions. 

Agatha was the one who dedicated the most time to her. 

Initially, everybody gawked at the feral babe. Poking her with sticks and pouring water over her naked body in hopes that she would react, wanting to rouse excitement from her like a fussy child with an old house-pet. But her novelty soon wore off when she was not the excitable beast they thought she would be. Instead she would stare at the walls with blank eyes, quickly scurrying into the farthest corner each time one of them entered the room with food and only eating when they left her alone. 

But Agatha did not address her with morbid curiosity nor anger when she ate on the floor or relieved herself in the same manner. But a gentle scolding like a mother waking to their child having an accident after a bad dream. 

“It’s alright.” She cooed to little Alice, who watched her from the corner, head low to the ground and lips curled into a snarl the moment she walked into the room. “You’ll learn.” 

But learning did not come easy for the child. 

The Mother Superior believed the child would learn with discipline and a firm hand to the back of her head. “If she is to no longer be a beast, she must act as such.” She entered the little one’s room with a plate of bread and fine meats that immediately made the child turn her nose into the air, sniffing curiously as the mother crouched down and held out the plate to her, only to pull it back when she crawled toward her on all fours. 

“The child will eat when she learns to do so properly.” she told the others. Agatha listened to her mournful howls after the Mother Superior spent hours trying to train the girl, only to leave with the meal in hand, not a single bite taken from their newest sister. 

After prayer, Sister Agatha was mindful to travel on light steps as she slipped into the child’s room, plate in hand. 

“You must be quite hungry.” She said softly to Alice.  Agatha had taken to calling the child this name, but never out loud to the others. Only to herself, in her dreams where the little creature did not bite at her but spoke sweetly as children did to their mothers, where the two of them ran in the forest, like their own little beasts and played all day before she would curl into her arms at night. 

Perhaps it was the hunger that propelled Alice forward, from hours of being taunted with food but never given it by the Mother Superior for reasons she didn’t yet understand. 

Or maybe…

 Maybe she simply liked Agatha better than the others. 

But the child stood on her back legs and scurried forward, stumbling like a toddler until her little body fell into Agatha’s. The nun wept with joy while the girl quickly shoved the food in her mouth, spilling crumbs over Agatha’s habit as she chewed loudly and licked her chops with each bite.

“Yes,” she urged little Alice, who was content to sit in her lap as she ate. “That’s it Alice, you’re doing so well.” 

The others did not see this progress as substantial. 

 Agatha pleaded with the Mother Superior endlessly. Throwing herself to the ground while clasping her hands high over her head as if she were begging to Christ Himself. 

“Give her time.” She asked, tears flowing down her cheeks like she were the mother of sorrows reincarnated. “The poor girl cannot learn all there is in a week, I beg of you! Do not send her to that vile man. Don’t condemn her to death so quickly.” 

The Mother’s hand cracked against her novitiate, who only began to sob more. 

“Collect yourself.” The abbess hissed. “I will not have you keening for the creature. She is beyond learning, beyond understanding, there is nothing more we can do for her.” 

‘You're wrong.’ Agatha wanted to say. To stand tall and defy the cruel mother. Defy this church. Defy God. ‘She can learn. If only you would let her.’

But Agatha was not strong. 

Alice did not understand the nun’s sadness. She watched the woman enter her room and jolt at the sudden noises leaving her, scurrying to her little corner and watching the woman wail and cry out with caution before slowly creeping over. 

She stood, back hunched, on her two legs. The nice woman always smiled when she stood like that, perhaps it would cheer her up. 

Slowly, Alice walked to the crying woman on wobbling feet before pressing her head to the crook of her neck while yipping and chattering like her litter-mates would when they wished to play. Agatha pulled away, holding the small child’s face in her hands and smiling. 

“Oh my little Alice.” She spoke as if she had known the child all her life, not the measly nine days she had kept her for. “They simply do not understand you like I do.” 

Alice did not understand the words that left the woman’s mouth. But her tone was soft and made the young girl feel a safety she hadn’t felt with any of the other strangers. She noticed the tears streaming down Agatha’s face and leaned forward to lick them. The action was so sudden it startled a laugh from the nun at her peculiar behavior. 

Alice liked hearing her laugh. 

Agatha prayed more than she ever had in her life. Day and night, she was seen kneeling before the altar, head bowed and eyes shut tight. The Mother Superior had no complaints, such behavior was expected of a holy woman. But she did not know the truth of the nun’s prayer. 

Forgiveness, punishment, salvation. 

Forgiveness from the Lord for giving up her little Alice. 

Punishment for The Mother Superior for ripping the child from her. 

Salvation for Alice from the cold clutches of the Duke. 

The Duke, Agatha dared not speak the name aloud. 

He was known by all within the village. Many had their own stories of seeing him, the fleeing white figure creeping through the shadows of the cemetery to find a poor body to steal and consume. The reason so many fear the day they would have to bury their loved ones, knowing that same night he could dig them back up and drag them into his lair. 

And now, her little Alice was all his. 

[roman-cates]

"Reeeeeally." Mal considers him for a moment, then orders, "Hand," holding her left hand own out to take it and hold it firmly. She can feel his heart beating, faster than the last time she tried this, but not racing. Interesting.

"Boss had a very badly behaved pet," she says gently, straightening his fingers with her right hand. Slowly, almost gently. "Phillip. He wasn't allowed to wander. Had to be kept chained up." She runs the tip of her own index finger along the back of the pet's. "He managed to get a hold of a key to his chains. Got out of them." His pulse slows under her hand.

She raises her eyes from the finger, looking him in the eye.

"Boss was feeling generous, that day: she made Bryce leave him two whole fingers and one thumb."

His eyes widen slightly; she wouldn't have noticed it if she wasn't watching for it. His heartbeat picks up again as well.

"Well, days, I guess. Rumor is each finger was removed in a different, interesting way, but to be honest, I think Bryce had maaaybe six techniques and had to re-use a couple." She lifts her right hand from his and raises it to cup his cheek. He really is cute, scared like this.

"His current pet tried to run a few weeks ago. I'll leave you alone with him for a bit so you can get the story straight from the horse's -- the mutt's mouth." Her lips curl up. "Not that you need it. You're my good puppy, aren't you?"

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"Reeeeeally. Hand." Mal takes the pet's hand when it's given.

"Boss had a very badly behaved pet," she says, voice gentle as she straightens his fingers. She's being gentle. The pet cooperates fully, hanging on her every word. "Phillip. He wasn't allowed to wander. Had to be kept chained up." She runs the tip of her finger along the back of the pet's index finger. "He managed to get a hold of a key to his chains. Got out of them."

Oh... Well, he shouldn't have done that.

"Boss was feeling generous, that day: she made Bryce leave him two whole fingers and one thumb."

The pet's eyes widen a little, but he quickly gets his expression back under control. He can't hide his now racing heartbeat, though.

"Well, days, I guess. Rumor is each finger was removed in a different, interesting way, but to be honest, I think Bryce had maaaybe six techniques and had to re-use a couple."

The pet deserved it— he shouldn't have tried to run away. Still, Mal's pet can't slow his heartbeat. Mal lifts her right hand from the pet's and raises it to cup his cheek. He can't help but lean in a bit.

"His current pet tried to run a few weeks ago. I'll leave you alone with him for a bit so you can get the story straight from the horse's -- the mutt's mouth." She seems to smile. "Not that you need it. You're my good puppy, aren't you?"

You're my good puppy, aren't you?

He would smile at the praise, if he was allowed. But he hasn't been given permission.

"I won't try to escape, master. I swear it."

[art-of-tek]

We're rebooting ancient Ginga OCs of mine today, boys!

On the left is Ame, but his old version was called Nizinny! He was originally a Ginga fan-character who looked like a scarred clone of Weed (down to the same shade of blue). I even made an episode of his own series "Ginga Densetsu Nizinny" on YouTube back in the day, using recolored screenshots of the GDW anime. Nizinny himself wasn't related to Weed, actually, but rather a close friend and ally of his.

I haven't really thought of this "reboot" design much, but I do know he's no longer a Ginga character. I think he may be a pet dog who escaped and went to live in the wild? Not sure, though.

On the right we have Zuru (originally named Zuzu), another one of my many Ginga OC's back in the day. He actually looked pretty much like Silverthepuppy's Leafe, but a different shade of a green and with a different scar. 

I decided to reboot him into an Akita mutt. His markings (originally the very standard Ginga bear dog urajiro) are now a bit different and inspired by Reika and Fuji from the Densetsu Weed/Nagareboshi Gin anime respectively. I also decided to make him gray (with still a very slight hint of green to him) and green eyes. His scar has also changed shape a bit. I no longer have any art of his original design but honestly that's probably for the better since it was an eyesore and also just a ripoff of another person's character. But I was 12, give tiny me a break lol.

I plan on possibly re-using Zuru in Soldiers of Beyindt if I ever get to said story!

ID below the cut.

[ID: Two digitally drawn fullbodies of spitz-type dog mutts. On the left we have a blueish gray dog with pricked ears in a sitting pose. He has a pale gray, almost white face, legs, chest and belly. He has brown eyes and two scars across his nose bridge, as well as one on his right flank near his back. He is wearing a purple collar and looking up curiously. The background is pale purple. The other character is a gray-and-white dog in a standing pose from a bird's eye view. He is looking up with a neutral expression. He has a white muzzle, chest, belly and paws, as well as green eyes. His nose is liver-colored and he has a scar that runs from his forehead across his left eye. The background is green. End ID.]

[altocat]

Follow up questions about Slate because she just warms my cockles, she does: What kind of dog is she? (You might have mentioned it in the chapter, but I can’t remember.) What’s her personality like as far as dogs go? Do she and Seph start looking like each other after a while, like all pets and their owners? And finally, how apeshit does the Silver Elite go once they find out Sephiroth is a dog dad?

Slate is a common mutt. I picture her as a cross between a doberman and some sort of shepherd. She's a very smooth gray, with thicker, curlier fur near her neck, and pointy ears. One of them droops slightly for maximum cuteness.

Personality-wise, she's pretty chill. She's not an aggressive dog in the slightest, in contrast to her master. She's mostly content to sit there and be petted and is generally pretty friendly to everyone. She isn't even that hyper unless it's to annoy Genesis and steal his shit. She's really patient and gentle and it would be shocking if you even heard so much as a growl out of her. But this contrast to Seph only makes them work even better together, as she's very good at re-centering him on a bad day. She does take up Sephiroth's habit of staring people down so they resemble each other in that sense!

Silver Elite has a field day over the dog. And for the first time in a million universes, Sephiroth actually--gasp--is WILLING to interact with his fans over it. He occasionally provides useful tips on training, diet, and grooming. And even responds warmly to compliments on his dog. It's probably the friendliest the public ever sees him.

[spartanzayle]

name: shuck zayle Adrian Wilson brock parker other name : spiderman shuck nick names: spiderdoggo , puppy spider, mutt, freak race: mutant alien hybrid job: mercenary other forms: can be female gender and a black puppy dog, mostly stays in his klyntar form skin where it looks like spiderman's costume favorite foods: pizza and sweets also bunch other foods along with dog food. age:30 gender:male he a male who gets pregnant like a seahorse like venom due to being half klyntar plus he a futa he sometimes is female disability: autism, tardive dyskinesia, speech impediment, sexuality: bi sexual weakness: is a danger some times to himself and others because of his red eyes. afraid to get close to others, snake phobia, has huge fear of hurting others knowing he is the reincarnated form of black shuck the black red eye hell hound of death as a new spiderman. his anger and rage, his primal animal wolf instinct, anxiety, easily bribed with food.

adopted family: dr. strange , ironman tony stark, beast.

birth family: venom, spiderman peter parker, deadpool wade wilson, logan wolverine.

best friend and pet owner: galatica former mate: alex aka rhino {deceased} mate: looking for some one is single

black shuck spiderman who is the red eye black hell hound re incarnated as a new spider man born with spider powers plus he is a futa plus he swears vengeance on a sorcerer know as dr.strange plus he is a anti hero plus he some time turn into a black wolf dog with red eyes. plus his human blue eyes turn red and glow under his mask plus he is half klyntar since she venom gave birth to him and is married to spiderman which is really deadpool with spider powers since him and spiderman merge into one person plus his red eye gaze can kill you the next day or a love one or friend or some one who was close to you like black shuck legend also he is know as black shuck spider also his magic costume can change forms with him here he is in black shuck dog mode plus his human name is shuck adrian brock wilson parker also dr.strange is his adopted family since strange knows he is the red eye black hell hound reincarnated plus he gives shuck a good childhood till he remembers who and what he used to be from being bonked on the head by his best friend rhino a mutant humanoid who was his mate rhino while trying to calm him down from primal rage who actsendently gazed into his glowing red eyes rhino died plus he saved alot of lives from rhino's rampage then became a anti hero after running away from his adopted dad dr.strange plus tony stark aka iron man became shuck's new parent and foster family plus black shuck spider man used to be ghost rider's pet who would also eat dead bodies after he sucked their souls out also he still does that plus ghost rider is not human but is a skeleton demon raised by humans who hates the devil. beast aka mr. hank maccoy is shuck's adopted grandpa also is his home room teacher in his school he goes to also he teaches science and gym along with art class shucks favorite subjects plus beast lets shuck stay with him at the manson the x-men live at also wolverine aka logan is shuck's real grandpa because he is his dad deadpool's father and spinderman is logan's son in law and venom is his daughter in law since they give birth to shuck remember also shuck and logan along with beast have a special family bond with shuck. plus shuch is immortal and can be any age he wants. plus he has a curse on him that won't let him die because he wants to live unlike his birth father deadpool who doesn't but shuck is his new reason to stay alive along with being a father to shuck. venom is shuck's birth mother along with spiderman who gave birth to shuck. plus ever since his mate rhino died from his red eye gaze shuck been traveling alternate realties to find the right mate to make immortal like him so he can have children with them some day which he really wants since his birth and adopted family and his world are gone he is what left of his world because he obtain god like powers from galactus's daughter who basically owns him as her pet also loves playing and traveling worlds and universes along with alternate worlds and goes on adventures with him plus she lets him keep his free will and mind plus shuck is best friends with glatica. sometimes shuck would change forms from a female and to a black puppy dog also the form he mostly stays is his klyntar form also he half mutant and human so he is his own host. plus he sometimes eat humans like venom he can have chocolate and sweets also he really loves pizza and dog food along with other foods. one time his owner galatica over fed him and he was fat for a few years. plus he got spoiled by galatica.