#paw clicker

[sodapop--stims]

Canti

for @dragonmarquise (teal stim toys)

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[stimboardboy]

dog paw print keycap clicker fidget

[xochimillilili]

Xochi- I need you to understand you just used a lil sub brain triggerword-

I’m not even like joking either, the moment I read the word “clicker” I started getting wet. This isn’t fair, I’m still at work and have to deal with needy fox bits for another hour and a half ;-;

Just gonna try to walk in a way that grinds my thighs together I guess *sobbing* it’s not faiiirrrrr /lh

- 🌈

Oh my sweet little fox was all worked up from my words huh? From my words and the thought of a little click, click, click clicking your thoughts away. Such a cutie as always, quite easyyy though, so easily fucked up and nothing but a pretty prey for me mmh? Bet it'd be so easy to start messing around on you, my sweet little clicker training test subject <3

Just spoiling you, promising endless kisses and touches to your needy fox parts as long as you manage to sit for me for a while, just obeying and hearing that little click, click, click~ Until you're all empty headed. I do hope you did get a chance to relieve yourself honey <3

[apolloskazoo]

ellie finding paw patrol themed bandaids around jackson & snatching them & bringing them home bc she thinks they’re funny. her seeing joel asleep on the couch and trying to stifle her cackles as she starts putting paw patrol bandaids on all of his scars (he’s a hardened apocalypse survivor, he’s got a lot). him waking up and ellie being unable to hold in her laughter, and she tells him not to take them off no matter what

joel going out on patrol a couple of hours later covered in paw patrol bandaids

“joel what—”

“don’t ask.”

[puppytopper]

I want to clicker train a sub. I want to train them to fall into subspace when I click it. I want to train them to do tricks with different numbers and lengths of clicks. One click, they’re in sub space and getting their collar. Two and they’re on their knees in front of me, waiting patiently to be collared, invisible tail thumping the floor excitedly.

I want to watch their eyes glaze when the collar closes around their throat, their cunt getting wetter by the second. Three clicks and they’re pawing at my pants, desperate to devour my cock and cunt. They’re only allowed to move and seek friction when they hear four clicks. I make them wait until I’ve come at least four times.

Five clicks has them on all fours, ass in the air to present their soaked, dripping cunt to me. They can’t move until they hear six clicks, no matter how hard, fast, or slow I’m fucking them. They’re allowed to bark when I hit their favorite spot, though.

Six clicks and I stop, letting them howl and whine and bark and fuck themselves wildly on my cock, driving themselves to the edge of orgasm. They’re not allowed to come until they hear three long clicks. I make them wait at least ten minutes, until they’re dripping down my cock, face down, whimpering and begging. I make them bark like the good puppy they are when they come.

I clean them up and let them out of sub space with ten clicks.

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 3)

Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

desc- (April knows something is up with your story, and decides to investigate)

warnings - swearing (duh)

word count - 2.1k

READ PREVIOUS PARTS HERE- one - two

The first message pops up on your screen when you’re at one of the corner tables in the cafe, on your mandatory 30 minute break when she texts, drinking something that wasn’t on the menu. It’s from an unsaved number.

[hey! It’s April]

The first time she’s texted you after exchanging numbers. An easy smile comes to you.

[Can we meet up tomorrow? I’ve got a lead on a few break-in cases]

You set your cup down to respond, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and start typing back quickly.

[i’d love to, but i’m working a 6-9 :((]

She types and sends another message almost immediately.

[does tonight work then?]

She sure was relentless.

[sure! any place in mind?]

[would your place be okay?]

Your place? Your quiet, empty, drab apartment?

[yeah that works ! lemme send you the address. i get off at 7]

[awesome thxxx]

You laugh quietly to yourself while typing down the complex name and your room number. April seemed nice enough from the little you knew about her. Strong, independent, gorgeous. Vern was definitely trying to tap that. You really hoped he didn’t, but she read as a woman that could hold her own. You liked it.

Your coworker coughed to get your attention, indicating you’re 3 minutes past your break. You pocket your phone, and then stand to clock back in and finish the last half of another boring shift.

April’s already beaten you to your apartment, leaning against the outer wall by your door and looking down at her phone when you get there. Her head lifts with a pretty smile when you greet her.

“Hey! Sorry I’m running a little behind.”

Your hands fumble the key ring before shoving one into the lock and it twists with a click. She’s understanding.

“No worries. I’m glad we could meet up.”

“Sorry,” you’re quick to bring awareness to the nearly bare space when the door creaks open, “I don’t really have a lot going on in here.”

April scans the room while you shed your jacket and shoes, walking in and taking in stride the plain couch and old carpet.

“Wow. Kinda lonely.”

Ouch. Painfully truthful but, ouch. Way to beat around the bush.

“Yeah,” you huff, “I’m not here a lot. Or anyone else.” That statement proves false when a high-pitched meow and tinkle of a little belled-collar comes from the kitchenette. The cat is patting her little feet on the counter.

“Hey there kitty.”

Your visitor walks over to give her a little scratch under the chin, which she accepts gladly.

“Oh yeah, she’s here too. Watches over the house for me.”

April chuckles.

“What’s her name?”

“Vannie. Like Van Gogh.”

You thought the name was genius when you first picked it out, poking a little fun at her one missing ear. It sounded a little bit ridiculous now, when you were saying it out loud to another person. April’s eyes get this curious, excited little light behind them when she turns to look at you. What it’s about, you have no clue, and don’t care to ask.

“You named her after an artist.”

“Sure did.”

It’s odd to you, how that seems to be the kicker, but that thought doesn’t even reach the processing department of your brain before April reaches into her crossbody bag and pulls out a laptop.

“I wanted to show you some of these recent reports on break-ins in lower manhattan. Maybe we could try and find your guy.”

“Okay miss detective,” it’s a compliment you mean, well impressed with her dedication. She was just so cool. April flips open the screen and sets the device on the countertop next to Vannie, wasting absolutely zero time. You feel a little guilty there’s not even a table or chairs for the two of you to relax at.

She opens a file on the Home page with two clicks. Vannie paws at the clicker icon that darts around the screen.

The two of you share a little amused laugh, and then divert your attention to one of the worded documents that she’s scrolling through.

“Rising illegal activity… here.” April moves her face back so you can move in and scan over the report. It read along the lines of a few specific perpetrators and their repeated offenses of theft and breaking and entering in around the block you lived on.

“It’s weird,” April rests an arm on the counter in thought, “You said some guy stopped whoever it was trying to grab you from your window. A ton of the reports and witness statements I’ve read over mention similar stuff.”

This surprises you slightly. She opens a different report and lets you freely scroll.

All of the accounts have about the same cookie-cut story. A shadowed figure, moving in, attacking, and then disappearing with little to no trace. No descriptions, no clues to who they were.

You knew though.

“So like… a vigilante.”

“Exactly,” April confirms. The way she’s looking at your face, gauging a reaction, settles weird in the pit of your stomach. It’s like she already knows the answer, the big picture to this case you’re still trying to put together.

“And all of them seem to be, what, a guy with a weird amount of strength that’s kicking ass at night and leaving the NYPD to clean up their mess?”

“Or…” she knows you know something, and it’s making you break a little sweat under the building pressure. You’re suddenly uncomfortable.

“Or… More than one. You can’t cover that much area in such a short amount of time.”

“Right.”

You’re cracking under the weight of her curious stare in the silence of the room.

April O’Niel is fucking baiting you.

She wants you to tell her the truth about who, or what, stopped your attacker a few weeks ago on the balcony. And poor, unsocial, people-pleasing you just spills it out.

“Okay, I-I know this is gonna sound absolutely crazy.”

The words come flowing from your mouth, a sporadic spout of words that you can’t stop. Her eyes grow wider and wider as you admit you really did know what the guy looked like, and how he’d come to your window intentionally one night just last week. Maybe it was the pure lack of having someone personable (and also not a cat) to listen to your insane story that just keeps tumbling out. By the time you’re finished, April has the same look on your face that you did when you first encountered the giant turtle, like she was practically reliving the story in her own head. You’re breathless.

“I know it sounds like I’m insane, but I just couldn’t tell Vern,” you’re quick to your own defense, “He would never talk to me again. Nobody would.”

She just stands there for a minute in the quiet, gears clicking in that quick brain of hers.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.”

You don’t believe that for a second. Her baffled stare just moments ago were a telltale sign of someone’s concern. April was probably already thinking of how to transport you to the nearest psyc ward.

“I get it, it sounds-“

“Look… I gotta take go take care of something,” she shuts the laptop and is already shoving it into her bag, while you stand there fumbling for something to say to try and convince her of your story, “I promise I’ll get back to you, this is just super, super important.”

She definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“April, please,”

She grabs your pleading hand in both of hers and pats it like an old woman pitying the poor.

“I’ll text you, when I get the chance.”

April leaves you standing, slouched with your arms just hanging defeatedly at your sides while she practically runs out of the door.

“It was good seeing you! Have a good night!”

It’s quiet all over again when the door slams shut. Vannie meows, like it’s a question and you look at her with a pathetic expression.

“She thinks I’m batshit crazy.”

But you’re so wrong, because as you prepare yourself for another night of restless sleep, April’s quickly walking down the stairs and out onto the street with a phone to her ear, and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Donnie?”

“Hey April! What’s up?”

“We gotta talk. I’m swinging by the lair in a few.”

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The boys are all standing around their booth table (the really cool one they’d dragged down into the lair forever ago), mouths agape while April explains in confidence the situation at hand. Splinter is sitting next to her, with a wise, attentive ear.

Raphael is trying to brood at his friend practically snitching all of his secrets to his brothers and dad, but he’s still so shocked at what he’s hearing that his brows are curling in confusion rather than anger.

“I told you to stay away from her apartment, Raph!” Leo’s first instinct is to point an accusing finger towards his younger brother. He seethes at it but before he can get a snide remark out, someone’s talking again.

“I didn’t know Vern had a sister.” Donnie is stuck on the main focus of all of their surprise.

“Or, like, any family!” Mikey cuts in, “He’s a lone wolf.” He lets out a horrendous impression of howl, and performance of ripping a nonexistent shirt from his body like a werewolf. April snickers.

“Vern doesn’t talk about her much,” she defends, “I just met her last week.”

It really was a ridiculous coincidence that the pretty girl Raphael has been so unintentionally drawn to was stupid Vern Fenwicks younger sister. Though he doesn’t think it would have made a difference in the outcome of him silently following her home some nights to ensure she makes it there without incident. Thankfully, April doesn’t know this, otherwise she would’ve outed that information to everyone by now. The oldest of the four speaks again, desperate to turn this into some sort of lesson.

“If you’d just listened-“

“What’s done is done, Leonardo.” Splinter's voice is calm, but commanding, “You cannot change that she’s seen him.”

That finally silences Leo, but he’s visibly unhappy. Donnie speaks up again.

“So what does this mean for us?”

This renders all of them unanswered. It’s a complicated thing. They can’t make you just forget the multiple interactions you’ve had with Raphael. But how do they approach forward from here? April has a suggestion she’s been thinking of since she left your apartment.

“I think she should meet you guys.”

“WHAT?”

All four voices are overwhelmingly loud and surprised at the idea.

“It would only make sense. She knows you guys are out there every night, she’s seen Raph,” she lifts her hand to acknowledge the turtle who just grunts in annoyance, “And she totally thinks that I think she’s crazy. I feel bad.”

“I don’t know,” Donnie’s hesitant, “this isn’t a dire, life threatening situation where human interaction is necessary.”

“What if she tells her friends?” Leo adds.

April bites her tongue. As sweet and kind as you are, it would come as a surprise to anyone on the outside that you pretty much only talked to people at your job.

“She won‘t.”

“So many people have seen us out there, and they don’t need to know who we are. Why should she?”

“Am I seriously the only one here who digs the idea?” Mikey says, “We have, like, two human friends up top.”

Raph is the only one who hasn’t spoken up. Secretly, it excited him to think about meeting you with, hopefully, no repercussions. But also, so many things could go wrong. He doesn’t realize everyone’s staring at him, waiting for his input, until the silence draws on for just a little too long.

“Man, I don’t know about this one.”

“Come onn,” Michelangelo throws a soft punch at his shoulder, “You can finally introduce us to your girlfriend.”

Raph pushes the youngests’ face away with his palm.

“Knock it off, dumbass.”

“Splinter?” Leo looks to his dad for guidance. The party’s torn and he’s left to be the mediator. After sitting in thought for a moment, the rat speaks.

“I don’t believe it would hurt to indulge. If April trusts the girl, I cannot see a reason not to make an acquaintance.”

“She really is sweet,” April’s on your corner of the ring, and Splinter’s words credit her immensely. She can see them all look at each other and wordlessly cave in, one at a time. Mikey pumps his fists in the air with excitement.

“Okay so even if we do decide to meet her,” Leo’s already made up his mind, but pretends not to, “We can’t just bring her down here.”

A good point.

April gets another idea. She pulls out her phone and holds up her finger to pause the conversation.

“Hold that thought.”

And with another text sent, the plan’s set in place.

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*hands you this chapter with a wink*

PART 3 BABY, THINGS ARE GETTIN GOODDD

Sorry this chapter is a little shorter, but trust, I've already gotten the next chapter fully written out, and it'll definitely make up for it ;)

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THANK YOU BABES 🩷💕💓🧼🫧

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[clownetownie]

Jeepers, this G-G-Great God Grove is… full of G-G-Gay people!

Here’s assorted doodles (+ an attempt at a “Click before he ascended” design)

I think Click Clack deserves paws. He’s such a special creature to me

Also. My first attempts at drawing Clicker under the cut

[virtuallucan]

ONE OF MY COLLARS AND CLICKER AND LED TAG IS COMING IN TODAY GRAGGHDH … i also have a therian necklace coming in … and some paw earrings …. hehe

my personalized collar (with “LUCAN” on a bone tag) is coming in tomorrow … im ecstatic ….

woof. idk

[meren-mindgames]

A little experiment I had recently. My cute Sub and a lovely friend in the same room.

Taking your Sub, and setting her in front of a trusted friend. She gets to go from a respectable adorable cutie, to a Pathetic, Panting Puppy. Pawing at your leg for attention, pleading for you to pet her. Passing her betwixt the People having a conversation. She doesn’t really understand what is being said, you can take her words from her and leave her helpless. All she has is her whimpering and barking for your attention. Barking for a Treat. Crawling between the People to get them. Letting her get needy and desperate, until she can’t help but grind on your leg. It’s understandable when she has been trapped in her own mind.

Putting her back into her kennel to rest and behave, while being admired. Still withholding her words, she doesn’t need them. She never needs them. All she needs is a choke chain to give a little tug on to catch her attention. All she needs is enough thought to recognize the clicker, and her commands. Nothing further. Clicker Training to keep her Obedient.

Puppy gets to perform, entertain, and amuse People. Decoration ultimately. Enjoy a conversation with a Pretty Pet in the room. Being shown off for all the tricks, and the way her Dignity disappears the moment you drag the Puppy out.

It Feels Good to be Good.

Bark for me, Pet.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

clicker

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, kind of pet play but it really is just the clicker, clicker training (duh), female recieving oral, p in v sex, semi public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

your eyes are squeezed closed, so you don’t even realize the source of the sound as your eyes blink open, body still shaking from your high as rafe is smiling between your legs, one of his hands raised, a clicker held between his long fingers.

rafe leans in, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine when his lips make contact with your red sensitive skin.

“what is that?” you question, gesturing to the clicker, but rafe just smiles, moving to kneel between your legs, his cock rubbing over your wet folds before thrusting in.

you hear the clicker a second time that night when he makes you cum again.

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you are trying to stifle your moans, palm pressed against your mouth, praying you won't get caught. you should have known rafe wouldn't be able to resist you in the tight dress, but you thought he could at least wait until you got home.

instead, he guided you back into the dressing room and pulled the dress up to reveal your cunt.

“r-rafe.” you whimper, eyes rolling back in your head as his cock repeatedly enters you, careful not to push all the way in and have the sound of skin slapping reveal what you are doing behind the door.

“cum for me baby, come on.” rafe whispers, moving your hand to your clit, encouraging you to touch yourself.

you rub at your clit, moving your head further into rafes shoulder, teeth gently sinking into his skin to keep you silent while he thrusts. you feel him swell inside of you and know he won’t last much longer.

you feel one of his hands leave your hip but don’t pay much attention until he releases inside of you, triggering your own orgasm, suddenly realizing that he has the clicker in his hand as he presses it at the height of your orgasm. 

“oh fuck.” you whine into his skin, body shaking as you come down from your high.

“shh.” rafe smiles, shoving the clicker back into his pocket and giving you a kiss on your pouty lips.

--

“give me a number between one and ten.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head as he rushes around the living room, getting his things ready to go.

“uhh, six.” you shrug.

“thats how many times i’ll make you cum tonight then.” rafe says, wishing he could just stay with you today, but he’s been neglecting his guy friends and promised a golf outing as well as drinks at the country club.

rafe makes you cum six times once he gets home, one with just his fingers, three with his mouth, and two on his cock, each time your high peaks, he reaches over to press the clicker. you’re so exhausted and blissed out by the end of the night that you can’t even muster up the energy to ask about the clicker.

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“come on.” rafe whines, pawing at your dress.

“no, rafe, i’m busy! give me an hour and i promise i’ll be done.” you continue to type out your essay, knowing you need to get it done. rafe is incredibly supportive of you taking online college classes, but it can be hard for him when you don’t give him your undivided attention.

rafe just frowns, leaving the room only to enter a few minutes later, this time with the clicker in hand. 

“rafe, no-” you warn, but his fingers press down and your thighs clench together, a rush of wetness flooding your cunt as you let out an involuntary moan.

“wanna fuck now?” rafe asks. you glance between him and the essay open on your laptop, sighing dramatically before shutting the screen.

rafe has a proud smile plastered on his face at the success of his clicker.

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[cranberrymoons]

is no one going to put buck buckley through the obedience school he needs and craves? he has a rough week and he is resource guarding and growling at anyone who gets too close. his back is up and his ears are flat and he is barking and barking and barking, and literally all he needed in that moment was for someone (eddie) to take him in hand and make him heel and apply a behavioral modification method like a clicker or a treat and reward system and say it’s okay buck, no one is going to take me from you. it’s okay. be a good boy now, sharing is how we socialize. but instead of that he was indulged and rewarded and said No No it’s okay that you did this actually, it’s fine for you to jump on me with muddy paws and sleep on the couch even though i know you’re not supposed to. you can even beg at the dinner table, i don’t mind. and when eddie came home from vacation (returned from healing his ankle) and discovered that SOMEONE had been reinforcing bad behavior in buck when eddie has worked so hard and so long to patiently and lovingly train that out of him. well. if i were eddie i would have spit in that person’s orange juice too

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

golden retriever!logan x dog trainer!reader? m thinking... smutty hehe (cuz like. reader trains actual dogs but the idea of logan wanted reader to "train" him is very brainfuzzying)

-bear

WHO'S A GOOD PUPPY? ft. sub!bottom!golden retriever!logan x dog trainer!reader. lots of focus on reader actually training logan, but a bit of extra stuff too :) very nsfw so ... you have been warned!

when logan found out what you did for a living, his knees damn near buckled

you had been a little nervous about telling him. you didn't want him to think you'd stop seeing him as a person because of his hybrid nature and your job

and yet. the first time you're alone together after he finds out, logan drops to his knees and starts pawing at your legs and whining

you ask him what's wrong, and he gives you one of his goofy golden grins

"want you to train me like one of your dogs."

you could swear you felt your brain bluescreen the moment he said it.

"you want me to what?"

"want you to train me like a dog," logan repeats.

he's so thrilled when you agree, like tail wagging and his tongue pre-emptively hanging out of his mouth.

he doesn't always feel super comfortable about his hybrid nature, but he feels so safe with you that he's quite happy to just shut his brain off whenever he's in your presence.

he knows you'll take care of him—you'd discussed (at length, and largely by your insistence) what would be too far and how he can break out of it whenever. he has a safe word, a safe gesture, several different ways to tell you he's struggling

you also insisted on at least a week observing his body language, just to be extra sure that you can pick up when he starts to get overwhelmed.

when you do officially start: clicker train him.

it's pretty subtle to everyone else, but logan's sensitive hearing always picked up the sound.

your first order of business is training him to associate the click with a reward, just like you'd do with any dog.

make him cum, click.

kiss him, click.

make him laugh, click.

anything that makes him happy (sexual or not, because you don't exactly want him to hear any clicking sound ever and go into subspace) gets a click.

logan's very malleable, so it's only a week or two before you can press the clicker when he's sad and he immediately perks up and looks to you.

give it an extra week's buffer, just to be sure, and then you can get into the really fun stuff

this is where you can start to train him to respond to specific gestures or even tones

if he ever gets a little too flirty with anyone, just a quiet "puppy ..." gets him in line again

hand on his lower back and logan's entire brain shuts off. you can lead him wherever you want like this.

hand on the back of his neck and logan will immediately drop to his knees. no thoughts to when/where/or anything else. he knows you would never ask him to drop where he could hurt himself.

if you stand behind him, reach around, and put your hand on his lower stomach? logan now gets horny immediately. fastest way to turn him into a proper dumb puppy for you.

eventually, with a lot of dedicated training, logan will be the most obedient sub you could ever dream of.

it's only once he's perfectly obedient that you move onto tricks!!

deepthroating, nipple orgasms, cumming on command ... there are so many things you could do with him and logan is up for pretty much anything you want to be honest

he's so giddy the first time you make him cum on a video call. logan loves that you can make him feel so good even when you're on a whole different continent

he owns one vibrator and that's it. when he's away from you, he refuses to use it unless you tell him to—even if you tell him it's fine.

eventually, he'll ask you to put a collar on him (and maybe even a lead)

he will never ever ever in a million years want to take it off. you have to get him a little string he can wear around his little finger so he doesn't panic when he has to take his collar off for races.

when he stops whining every single time, he gets a very nice reward that ends with a very soft, very mushy, very giggly logan who you need to carry around like a princess for a couple days until he can walk again

[orneryblogs]

thinking about a clicker training post I saw but as the sibling trio

the oldest using the clicker to stop their siblings from fighting during sex

the middle using it to shut everyone up when their annoyed and

the youngest just trying to figure out how to get their grubby little paws on it because they want power but their older siblings won't give them an inch

[dream-a-dream-for-me]

Clicker training puppy!Art has been the only thing revolving in my mind rn, so i treat you all to this

He felt so humiliated and exposed when you two first tried it. Looking up at you with those cute puppy ears, the headband covered by his hair, the puppy tail plug resting on the floor as he kneels. his wet pink tongue lolling out, beginning to drool while his arms bend at the elbow, fingers curling, wrist bent as though he were begging like the good dumb bitch he is. to top it all off, a collar is wrapped around his pale throat with a little gold tag that hangs down, reading "property of" with your name centered in capitalized bold letters under it.

"Who's a good boyyy?" You tease in an extremely condescending tone, exactly like you were talking to an actual dog. as much as he hates to admit it, his cock does kick, starting to grow half hard as he blushes in embarrassment, turning his head to break eye contact with you. Clicking your tongue, you grab his chin with two fingers, forcing him to look at you. 

"Look at me, and answer, mutt. Are you a good boy?" Your tone is soft, but he knows you're dead serious, "Speak, puppy, speak!" You encourage, grinning down at him. He moves his head forward slightly before letting out a tiny bark and his blush some how deepens.

Immediately you praise him, pushing the button on the clicker a few times, making sure he hears it before you give him his reward. "That's right, baby! You're such a good, good, dog! I think, for listening so well, you should get a treat. Don't you agree?" 

Again, he barks softly and you pet his head, scratching his scalp lightly before spreading your legs, letting him get a perfect view of your soaking cunt. He stares at your pussy, drool falling from the tip of his tongue and onto his chest, but he doesn't notice, too enthralled with your body. he rips his eyes away from your core, looking up at you expectantly, it takes a begging whine from him for you to realize what he's waiting for. Your permission. 

Grinning at how well you've trained him, you nod "Go ahead, Art, it's your treat." the second those words escape your lips he drops his hands down to the floor instead of gripping your thighs to keep himself stable, knowing he hasn't earned the right to touch you yet. then, he buries his face in between your thighs, lapping at your pretty cunt, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on it. Anything that will give you pleasure. 

Burying his tongue deep in your cunt, his eyes hazy and unfocused, the only thing on his mind right now is making you cum. god, he lets out the sweetest whimpers when you pull his hair, his tongue working faster around your clit, needing you to use him. when you're about to cum, you click your tongue against your teeth twice, just as you'd do to get any dog's attention. His eyes flick up and catch sight of the clicker held up in your hand, immediately moaning into your pussy like an absolute slut. "Mhm, that's right sweetheart, m'gonna cum and you can lap it allll up!" he whines again, eyes wide with excitement. If he had a tail it'd be a blur with how fast it'd be wagging. 

Yanking his hair and grinding against his face as you cum, clicking the button three times again next to him, needing that noise to be ingrained in his mind. like a good boy, he doesn't waste a drop<3 

He doesn't stop until you pull him away, even then he tries to lick your cum off of his own face. "go on puppy, use your paws" he cocks his head to the side, confused for a second before he understands. wiping at his face with the back of his hand before licking it off. he looks so cute that you have to use the clicker again, only two this time but it's starting to rile him up anyways. His gorgeous cock hanging hard between his soft thighs, "oh? are you needy, baby? you need mommy to milk you?" he pushes his face into your thigh nodding slightly while blushing hard at your tone, so embarrassed that he gets off on this. 

"Up! On the bed, you're allowed," He crawls to the side, rubbing his face on your leg for a second before pulling himself onto the bed. "Roll over!" he falls back onto the bed, keeping his legs and arms up and bent at the joint. you laugh at how cute he is, running your hand up and down his thigh before moving to his soaking wet cock. 

He throws his head back, letting out high pitched moans, trying his hardest to not buck his hips up into your hands. rubbing the pad of your thumb over the slit of his cock, watching how much it leaks out all over your hand. leaning down, you flick your tongue over the slit then take the head into your mouth. his eyes screw shut, fingers clenching and unclenching the sheets, biting his lip while his cute thighs shake. he's always been extremely sensitive<3

He opens his mouth to tell you that he wants to cum, then promptly shuts it, puppies aren't meant to use human words! So he barks, louder than the times before, far more confident, "What is it, pup? Do you need to cum? Is that it?" He nods, barking again and whining, cute face scrunched up, so close to cumming. "Go ahead, cum for me. cum for me puppy, make a mess" of course, you use the clicker again and it sets him off, cum bursting from his dick, getting all over your hand and his chest. 

What a dirty pup

[aylacavebear]

Spike

You always had a soft spot for animals. It was just the kind of person you were. So, when you found an odd-looking puppy wandering around in the woods behind your home, you couldn’t just leave it to fend for itself. You did check the surrounding area for any signs of its mother or a nest, but after days of searching, you hadn’t found anything. The pup was just as curious about you as you were about it, and it followed you home without hesitation.

Pairings: None

Word Count: 6237

Warnings: Angst, dangerous situations, mention of murders, not much really.

A/N: Hope you guys like this one. Just something that danced through my head when I got to interact with my son's 4 yr old puppy.

----------------------------------------- The pup was smart and beyond eager when you would pull out the clicker and treats, always making you giggle. You hadn’t quite figured out a name for it yet, wanting to learn its personality beforehand. Every animal had a personality, and this little guy was no different. When you did give him a bath, he wasn’t sure about the water at first. However, it didn’t take him long before he was splashing around in it while you attempted to scrub the dirt out of his fur.

Within a week, he had learned numerous commands. All of them had been simple, but it still surprised the hell out of you. By then, you decided to name him Spike. It was when you needed to go into town to grab some supplies that things got a little… weird. He was being obnoxiously persistent about going with you. 

You would go to the door, and he’d follow, then sit by your leg and look up at you. “You need to stay here. I’ll only be gone a few hours,” you sighed, walking him back over to the living room where his dog bed was. “Stay here,” you told him sternly, then returned to the door.

Spike looked at you with that tilted head and puzzled expression, making you groan as your resolve began to waver. Why do you have to look so fucking adorable? “I can’t take you into some of the stores. No dogs allowed,” you attempted to explain to Spike. That was what most people thought was weird about you. You talked to animals as if they could completely understand you, like you were talking to another human. 

For a moment, neither of you moved. He watched you while you watched him, and your resolve wavered further. “Damnit,” you grumbled under your breath. “Alright, come on,” you sighed, opening the front door for him. Spike danced around happily before bounding outside. Well, at least he can go in the pet store.

You allowed him to sit in the passenger seat as you drove. His head hung out the open window with the wind in his face, tongue hanging out with his tail wagging happily. All you could do was chuckle, scratching behind his ear when he’d turn toward you or petting along his back while he looked out the window.

He stayed in the car while you went into the grocery store, even with the windows down. You made the trip as quickly as possible, grabbing a couple of bags of ice on your way out. Spike stood up, putting his paws on the door handle as you put the ice in the ice chest, then added the cold items you had purchased.

“Next stop is the pet store. That one’s all for you, bud,” you explained to him while you focused on your task. Spike barked at you like he understood, bringing a small smile to your lips.

You gave him a rub on his head before sliding into the driver’s seat. “You’re such a good boy,” you praised him before he licked your face happily. “Alright. Alright. Sit down so you don’t slide around while I drive,” you laughed, giving him all the pets.

The pet shop visit went a little differently. You carried him to the front, then set him in the basket portion of the shopping cart so he could look around. At the moment, you didn’t have any decent puppy supplies, and he desperately needed toys with a few other necessities. 

This place wasn’t like the big pet stores you’d find in big towns. It was smaller but still had the items you needed. Plus, there wasn’t anyone else there except for the clerk at the register, who was restocking something behind the counter as you wandered around. You picked up and tested lots of different toys, even asking Spike about certain ones. Yes, you asked the puppy about the toys to see if he would like them. The ones he tried to mouth went into the cart with him, while others went back on the shelf. Once toys were covered, you headed to collars.

The selection wasn’t all that great. Lots of solid colors or dainty patterns that didn’t fit his personality at all. You dug through the different racks, wanting to look in the back of every single one of them. Spike just watched you with curiosity from the cart, not even bothering with the toys scattered all around him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you found it- a black collar with harmless spikes coming off of it. When you pulled it off the back of one of the racks, Spike stood up, putting his paws on the edge of the cart. His tail wasn’t the only thing wagging with his excitement, half his body had joined in.

“You like this one too, huh?” you asked with a quiet laugh, and he barked at you, his body never stopping in its excited movements. 

Still chuckling, you finally made your way to the register, grabbing a few bones and more treats on the way. As you placed the items on the counter, the clerk looked at you oddly. You didn’t notice until you placed the last item with the rest.

“Did you hear a dog bark earlier?” the young man asked you as he began ringing up your items.

Without hesitation, you answered. “Yeah. It was my new puppy, Spike,” you told him as you reached over and ruffled the top of Spike’s head.

The young man just stared at you but shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you say, lady,” he replied nonchalantly, almost like he thought you were nuts or something.

Spike didn’t make another sound, nor did he move around in the cart as you placed the bags around him. Far too many questions wandered around your mind as you paid and continued as you pushed the cart out to your car. 

“Maybe he wasn’t a dog person,” you mused quietly as you put everything in the backseat before putting Spike in the front seat.

Before you got back on the road, you pulled out his collar, tore off the tag, and carefully put it on him, even if he was overly excited. By the time you were halfway home, you had let go of the questions from the pet store.

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As Spike grew, you began noticing how he wasn’t like any dog breed you’d seen before. Plus, he was getting rather… large. However, he was the best dog you’d ever had and the most loyal. Perhaps it was one of those, ‘A face only a mother could love,’ sort of things because you weren’t off-put by his appearance.

You did do some research online, but no normal dog breed looked anything remotely close to him. At some point, after he turned two, you had stopped trying to figure it out completely. Spike had quite the appetite, which you figured was normal for a growing puppy. It reminded you of larger dog breeds, so it didn’t set off any alarming warning bells in your head. 

Being able to work from home made not having to deal with people easy. It wasn’t that you were ‘anti-social.’ You just preferred animals over people. They were easier to talk to, for you. Plus, you got to have Spike by your side all day, typically curled up next to your work chair.

When Spike reached four years old, you were praying he wouldn’t grow anymore. He was huge in comparison to even a large dog breed. When he sat, the top of his head reached the middle of your chest, putting him nearly four feet tall. 

“Not sure our house is big enough if you get any bigger,” you teased him one day while working on your computer. He just looked up at you, tilting his head like he was listening. “Perhaps I should have named you Clifford,” you added with a chuckle, remembering that cartoon from so long ago with the big red dog.

Spike just snorted before lying his head back down over his paws. You couldn’t take him into town anymore and hadn’t been able to in a while. The last thing you wanted to do was scare people with as big as he was. Then there was his appearance anyone might find nightmarish.

His eyes had gone completely red, but to you, they were beautiful. His teeth were long, all pointed, and very sharp. He had canines similar to other dogs, but his reminded you more of a cats with how they went over his bottom jaw and could still be seen. You kept his fur brushed, which helped it stay soft. Plus, he loved water, even if you had to end up getting him one of those kid pools so he could enjoy it more.

Then there were his claws. Most would have said they looked like something out of a horror movie, but as long as you kept them manicured, to you, they were just dog nails. Spike turned into an utter baby when it was time to take care of his nails. It would always take all your willpower not to laugh at how he would try to hide all his paws as he curled up in his bed every time you grabbed the clippers and file.

He was your friend, family, and guard dog, all wrapped up into one. You’d do anything for him just like he would you, even if he was just a dog and couldn’t say it with words. It was in how he always stayed by your side and warned you of danger. He had even protected you from a mountain lion that had strayed far too close to your home one day. 

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One lazy afternoon, while reading a book on the couch, Spike went from sleeping peacefully to alerting that something was coming. You’d learned his cues over the years. His focus was on the front door, his ears standing tall and alert, and his body was tense.

“What is it, boy?” you asked as you leaned over, gently petting his head to soothe him. It was the low, almost inaudible growl that got your attention. “Easy. Let’s see who it is first, alright? No need to kill someone if it’s only a solicitor,” you told him softly, which did help him relax, but only a little.

Whoever it is, I need to be cautious.

You waited till you heard the car pull up, and the engine get cut before you even went to your door. Upon opening your door, you saw two men in suits walking toward your front porch. “Hello. Can I help you?” you asked, figuring perhaps they were with some church at first.

Both men pulled out badges. “FBI. Mind if we ask you some questions?” the taller of the two asked.

“I guess. What’s this about?” you asked, now completely puzzled. You didn’t watch the news or keep up with things that went on in town. The fact that they had driven all the way out to your place just to talk to you was weird.

“Mind if we come in?” the shorter of the two asked, his expression unreadable at the moment.

You glanced over your shoulder at Spike, who still seemed a little tense, then back at the two men. “I have a dog, and he’s not too keen on strangers. He won’t hurt either of you. I give you my word. He’s just not everyone’s cup of tea,” you chuckled, still figuring he was just a normal dog.

The two shared a look before they looked back at you. “He’s not much of a dog person, but I used to have one myself a few years back,” the taller one told you with a reassuring smile.

Shrugging your shoulders a little, you stepped inside and moved to the living room, taking a seat on the couch near Spike’s bed, where he was watching the two men. “Behave Spike. They just have questions,” you told him, gently petting the top of his head.

They both followed you inside, taking note of the quaint cabin and simple decor. The tall one took a seat in the armchair across from you while the other one sat on the other end of the couch. “So, where’s your dog?” the tall one asked as he looked around.

Dean was watching you, noticing the movements of your hand as his expression went from mostly relaxed to utterly on edge. Sam caught it all out of the corner of his eye, following his brother’s gaze as his expression became tight.

“Right here,” you told him, still gently petting the top of Spike’s head as he watched the two men. 

Sam swallowed hard, both of them slowly reaching into their suits at almost the same time, pulling out a pair of glasses. You weren’t quite sure why they would need glasses now unless they were for reading, but didn’t comment on it. The moment they put them on, they both nearly froze where they were sitting.

“Uh… what’s its name?” Sam asked, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“Spike,” you replied with a small smile. “I’ve had him since he was a puppy. He got lost in the woods, and after I couldn’t find a den or his mom, I let him follow me home,” you explained happily, like he was just a normal, regular dog.

Dean cleared his throat, fighting every hunter's instinct in his body to shoot the damn thing. “Does he stay inside at night?” he asked, focusing more on you but keeping the ‘dog’ in his line of sight.

“Usually. Since there isn’t anyone around for miles, I didn’t bother making it so he couldn’t get out at night. Plus, he’s never hurt anyone before, so I didn’t see a problem with it,” you answered, being honest.

Again, the two shared a look, and you weren’t liking it. “What questions did the two of you have for me?” you asked, deciding to change the subject as you straightened up. Spike shifted so he was a little closer to you, lying more in front of you now, between the couch and coffee table.

Sam decided to take this one, even if he was just as uncomfortable as his brother was. “The authorities found three dead bodies a mile from here,” he began, but you cut him off.

“The woods have bears and wolves. I’ve even seen a couple mountain lions over the years. People shouldn’t be hiking in these woods unless they’re prepared for predators,” you told them, a defensive edge in your tone made Spike lift his head, his body tense again. “Easy, boy,” you cooed gently, leaning down to nuzzle against his cheek. “Easy,” you whispered.

Spike relaxed, although he kept his eyes on the two men. You knew there were times Spike had gone out and hunted other animals occasionally, but he’d never once gone after a person. 

Dean’s jaw clenched, watching you defend the animal, nearly blowing their cover. “Yes. We’re aware of the wild animals in the area. However, the marks left on the bodies don’t match any of them,” Sam explained in a clipped tone.

“So, you are implying Spike is the one who killed them,” you sighed, sitting back up and leaning into the cushion of the couch as Spike rested his head on your leg.

“His, uh, paws… look to be about the correct size, of the, uh, slash marks we found on the victims,” Sam stated, trying to choose his words carefully, as it was clear you had no clue what the animal you called a dog really was.

The tension in the room grew as the silence stretched while you contemplated things in your head. After a moment, you just got up, both men and Spike’s gaze followed you as you went into your room. Moments later, you returned with a board the size of two cutting boards with multicolored hexagonal buttons on it. Spike was on his feet, his tail wagging happily as his tongue fell out of his open mouth.

Both the brothers jumped, seeing the ‘dogs’ full size as he bound over to the open area between the living room and the door. They watched the scene unfold in utter shock and disbelief.

Spike sat on his haunches, tail wagging, but waiting as you set the mat on the floor. His eyes were on you, watching as you sat down on the other side of the mat.

“Spike, did you go out at night?” you asked, watching him as he tapped his paw on a button.

“Yes,” played from the button.

“Spike, did you hunt?” you asked, feeling the worry rise, but using words you had trained him with. He again tapped the Yes button. You furrowed your brow a little, needing to get more precise. “Spike, were you protecting me?”

And for a third time, he hit the same button. “Good, boy,” you praised him with a triumphant smile before pulling two treats from your pocket.

Dean and Sam were in utter shock, both their mouths slightly open and on the edge of their seats. But neither of them could find words to say anything. You ruffled the top of the ‘dog’s’ head as he gently took the treats from your other hand.

“Perhaps you two should look more into the victims. Spike wouldn’t just kill someone. He was protecting me from them. I didn’t even know they were in the woods. Now, if you don’t have any other questions, why don’t the two of you go do your jobs and stop harassing my dog,” you told them bluntly, one hand on Spike’s head, the other on your hip.

They swore there was a smug look on the ‘dog’s’ face, but neither wanted to admit it. 

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Dean slammed the motel door. “She trained a fucking hellhound to talk!” 

He was frustrated while at the same time, intrigued. Hellhounds were smart. Too smart for either of their liking. But what you had done had blown their minds. 

“Maybe we should take a look at the victims again,” Sam suggested, getting into his bag and digging out his laptop.

The car ride back had been silent, neither of them able to voice the thoughts running through their minds. A hellhound. A vile, viscous creature wielded by demons to take souls to hell. And to top it off, there were very few things that could kill a hellhound. It was clear to them that you had no clue what it was.

Sam focused on the case files on his laptop while Dean paced, sipping beer. He couldn’t seem to be able to sit still, randomly spouting off another fact about hellhounds before saying something about Spike. The entire scene had him questioning things he didn’t want to question. With hellhounds, the lines had been clear. They were monsters, killers, and needed to be put down. That line was now blurred for both of them.

“Why her, though?” Sam mused, finally looking up from his laptop. “I mean. Why can she see it without the glasses?”

Dean stopped midstep. It was something he hadn’t thought of. He quickly began recounting the things he’d seen in your home. You couldn’t be a demon due to the necklace you wore, but it wasn’t like they had tested you for anything, figuring you were just a normal civilian. Although, they’d been too stunned to do any sort of tests after seeing Spike.

He started rattling things off in his mind. You hadn’t sold your soul to a demon since you’d found the thing when it was a puppy. The demon concept was a no-go already. “Could she be an angel?” Dean finally asked, sitting across from his brother.

“Wouldn’t she know if she was an angel, though?” Sam replied, thinking about how angels worked.

For a few moments, there was silence as the two got lost in thought before Dean got an almost smile on his lips. “What about a Nephilim?”

Sam leaned back in his chair, considering that. They didn’t have a lot of information on Nephilm, at least not with them. “We could always call Cas. He might know.” “If she’s a Nephilim, it might explain why she was targeted and why the hellhound killed them,” Dean mused. It was the only thing he could come up with, given the things they’d already dealt with. “Let’s go get another look at the victims before we call Cas.”

There was no new information at the morgue. Nothing out of the ordinary with the victims. All of them had died from the wounds inflicted by the animal that attacked them. Being back at square one, Sam began mentally going over what the victim's family and friends had said. “What if the victims were possessed by demons?” Sam finally asked his brother on the way back to the motel. Dean only glanced at him for a moment. “Think about it. The victims all disappeared about the same time. Days before the attack and time of death.” “We need to check the missing person reports,” Dean stated with a new determination and concern. If demons were after you or your… dog, you could be in far more danger than you were aware of.

Back at the motel, Sam had done what he does best: find it all online. There were four other people who had gone missing the same week. They made a few phone calls, talking to family and friends of those people, not surprised that they had disappeared in the same fashion as the three dead victims back at the morgue. 

“Demons?” Sam suggested, leaning back in his chair. “Now, should we call Cas? That or Crowley.” he chuckled at that, but it might give them better results than Cas could.

Dean didn’t like the idea of calling Crowley. The King of Hell always had his own agenda. After a few moments of silence, as Dean considered his options, he finally relented. “Cas first, then Crowley.”

When Cas did show, they explained the situation to him. His face had gone from puzzled to concerned to intrigued in the span of the conversation. “A male hellhound?” Cas mumbled, somewhat lost in thought.

Dean tried not to be annoyed that that had been what Cas had chosen to focus on. There were other problems he thought were more important than the sex of your ‘dog.’ “Come on, Cas, really? That’s what’s got you lost in thought.” Cas became almost animated as he spoke. “You don’t get it. All the hellhounds in existence are female. Until now. It would explain why the demons are here and what they are after.”

“What about the girl? Why can she see it?�� Sam interjected since that seemed just as important to him

“I’m not sure. I would need to meet her to know the answer,” he replied, getting further curious about this case the brothers had found themselves on.

The brothers shared a look, a silent conversation, before Dean sighed. “We need to go back anyway.”

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With it being near evening, you were just sitting down to enjoy dinner while Spike enjoyed his nearby. Your thoughts were still on what had happened. Why would someone be after me? The one question that wouldn’t leave your mind, no matter what you’d done to try to distract your thoughts.

Spike had never killed anyone before, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, he’d hunted in the forest, but it had always been wild animals. You figured it was part of whatever breed he was, needing fresh meat to supplement his diet with. 

As the sun set, it cast rays of oranges, pinks, and gold through the living room window. The forest outside was settling in for the night. An owl nearby began its hooting early, echoing through the canopy.

“Why would someone be after me?” you mumbled as you washed dishes, unable to shake the thought. Then, you looked over at Spike, who met your gaze. “Where they after you?” He just tilted his head, making you chuckle quietly.

To you, he was expressive when you talked to him, almost as if he understood you. However, most people who owned pets thought that very same thing, so you always brushed it off as you just being weird.

Spike’s attention turned to the front door, but you didn’t hear anything finishing up the dishes. It was his low growl that made goosebumps prickle your skin. He didn’t typically growl, not like this. “What is it, boy?” you asked as if he could understand.

He only barked, still staring at the door. With a reluctant sigh, you went over to the window and looked out, not seeing anything in the fading light. “There’s nothing out there,” you told him.

But within seconds, he was getting between you and the window, pushing you away from it. All you could do was rest your hands on his back and take several steps back before he finally stopped. “What’s got you so on edge?” you asked him, somewhat exasperated while trying not to worry.

Is someone out there? Are they dangerous? Will they hurt Spike or me? 

Your thoughts were typically on Spike first. With your hand resting on his back, he snarled at the window, slowly moving to the door, completely on guard. Then, his head snapped to the back door, through the kitchen, and his growl only intensified.

Your heart was pounding so loud you swore if anyone else was there, they’d be able to hear it, too. Then there was the fear that began creeping into your every nerve as the anxiety of it all made it hard to take a deep breath. You couldn’t hear anything outside, but Spike wasn’t backing down, and he was only getting more protective of you.

Somewhere, glass shattered on the floor, and Spike had moved faster than you could react, pushing you onto the floor and covering your body with his. He looked ferocious at the moment, but he wasn’t what you were afraid of. Spike stood over your body, snarling and growling at a man who was now coming in through your front door. You rolled over onto your stomach, looked up at him, and furrowed your brow. You’d seen him in town before, one of the employees at the hardware store. “Mr. Gosner?” you asked in utter confusion.

He didn’t even look at you. He was looking at Spike with a sadistic smile. “Stupid mutt. That dart was for the human, not you,” he snarled, daring to take another step closer.

For a moment, you weren’t sure what to think. Stuff like this only happened in movies or in the city. It was why you had chosen to live in a small town, and even then, it was more in the forest than the town itself. What happened next made it feel all the much more like a movie. A man in a trenchcoat appeared behind Mr. Gosner. Then he put his hand on Mr. Gosner’s head, and a bright white light appeared. You curled up under Spike and shielded your eyes. The next thing you heard was a loud thud, but you were unable to dare to look. Spike didn’t relax, but he also wouldn’t move away from you.

You heard some shouting from outside, then saw some more of that white light outside one of the windows. Then, silence. Even Spike had stopped growling and snarling. He backed up and nuzzled his head against your arm.

Shaken, you looked up at him and gave him a sad smile while rubbing his face. “I’m okay, boy. You did good.” Then you gave him a kiss on his muzzle before he licked your face, making you giggle.

“I’ve never seen a hellhound act like a puppy,” Cas stated, utterly perplexed at what he was witnessing from the doorway.

You tilted your head back and looked at the man standing there. The one in the trenchcoat with the two FBI agents from earlier. “Hellhound?” again confused. With Spike seeming perfectly okay with the three of them, you managed to get back onto your feet.

It took a few moments, but you finally found the dart that Spike had been shot with. The dart meant for you. Before you could throw it away, the man in the trenchcoat plucked it from your fingers. “Hey,” you began to argue until you saw his eyes glow a little and instantly backed up. 

The green-eyed FBI agent quickly stepped forward, “It’s okay. We can explain, if you’ll let us.”

With a begrudging sigh, you relented. Far too many strange things had happened, and you wanted answers so your head would stop spinning. The four of you sat around the living room. Well, the one in the trenchcoat stood, more interested in your dog than you. Then again, Spike was just as interested in him. Dean, the green-eyed not agent, explained things fairly bluntly to you while the other one, Sam, his younger brother, was far gentler with his phrases. You got to learn what kind of breed Spike was, and looked over at him as the word slipped past your lips in a barely audible whisper. “Hellhound.”

At the moment, Cas, the one in the trenchcoat, was crouching down. He and Spike were just staring at each other while Spike would tilt his head from one side to the other, trying to figure out the angel. Oh yeah, Cas was an angel, and monsters were real. 

Looking back at the brothers, “So, how come I can see Spike without those weird glasses you two are wearing?”

“Cas, can you stop staring at the hel- I mean, Spike and come over here,” Sam asked, trying not to chuckle at the interaction between the two.

“But, he’s fascinating,” Cas mused, not wanting to move, and he hadn’t touched him yet.

“Come on, Cas,” Dean grumbled.

With a sigh, Cas stood up, “I will be back,” he told Spike as he went over to the other end of the couch and sat down. Spike, utterly curious about the angel, followed him, sitting on his haunches near that end of the sofa.

“I’ve never seen him so interested in anyone before,” you mused, at a complete loss for words at the moment.

“He’s probably never seen an angel before,” Sam offered gently.

Cas studied you. It was clear you were nothing angelic, since you didn’t have any traces of grace. Definitely not a demon of any sort, either. You were a puzzle at the moment. As far as he could tell, you were just an ordinary human. “Cas?” Dean asked, getting a bit impatient.

Cas shifted in his seat, still staring at you, “She looks human. No grace, no traces of any sort of demonic energy. No sort of other monster,” he sort of rambled.

Spiked moved over to sit next to you, nuzzling your hand with his head, and your hand began absentmindedly rubbing the top of his head between his ears. Sometimes, you wonder who had trained who. Cas again just watched you. Now you were a puzzle he was too intrigued not to figure out.

“Have you ever interacted with any Fae?” he asked while the brothers’ heads turned from Cas to you, like they did whenever the conversation went back and forth.

“Not that I’m aware of,” you answered, being honest. You weren’t even sure what all was considered a Fae.

Cas shifted again in his seat, clasping his hands together between his knees. “Do you have a strange birthmark that looks more like the shape of something instead of just a blotch?” 

It was an odd question but fairly specific, sending a trail of goosebumps down your arms. “I have a small heart on my hand,” you answered a bit nervously.

“May I see it?” he asked, getting more curious about you.

Gingerly, you held out your hand, the one you had been petting Spike with, his eyes watching as Cas took your hand in both of his. You were rather surprised at how tender he held your hand, and how soft his own were. Although to be fair, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. He was the first angel you had ever met before.

His thumb brushed over the small heart-shaped mark on your hand as a soft smile adorned his lips. “You saved a fairy’s companion when you were little. I’m going to guess it was a rabbit or bird,” he explained, and the softness of his tone made your heart flutter, and you weren’t entirely sure why. Perhaps angels just had that effect on people.

All the brothers could do was watch, their gaze shifting from you, to Cas, to Spike, and around again it went. Sam thought the interaction was going well, especially after what you’d just been through. But Dean… He was seeing something else that was simmering beneath the surface as a teasing, knowing smirk slowly found his lips.

“When I was five, I found a bird trapped in some fishing line. It was fairly freaked out, but I managed to get it untangled. But, it didn’t fly away at first. It looked at me and kept tilting its head, a lot like Spike does. Then, it picked up a small pebble in its beak, dropped it on my hand, and flew away. I’ve had that mark ever since,” you recounted the memory as it played out in your mind. That seemed like so long ago now. You hadn’t even thought about it in more years than you could remember.

“Animals feel safe with you because of this mark,” Cas told you, and you swore there was almost a tenderness in his tone this time, his thumb still softly moving over the mark on your hand.

Dean almost chuckled but cleared his throat instead, pulling both of you from the moment. “Alright. She’s been touched by a Fae or whatever. That’s why she can see the hellhound?”

Cas seemed to get pulled from whatever moment there had been and let go of your hand before looking at Dean. “Yes. But she is still in danger. I’m fairly certain that Crowley sent those demons after Spike.” At the mention of his name, Spike looked up at Cas and made the cutest bark barely opening his mouth at all, making you chuckle.

“How do I keep us both safe?” you asked as you began rubbing Spike’s head again. It always seemed to calm you, having him close, and you had been far less stressed in the years he had been a part of your life.

For a long several moments, none of them spoke. Where could you go? How could you keep the two of you safe from whoever this Crowley person was? Those questions and more swirled through your mind.

“The bunker is warded. That’s the only thing I can come up with,” Sam finally broke the silence, and Dean gave him a look of utter disbelief. Had he seriously just suggested to let a hellhound live in the bunker?

“That’s a perfect idea. Y/N, you should pack the things you require, for both of you. I will stay and make sure you’re safe in case other demons try to come for you before you’re ready,” Cas stated, but you could see a smile he was trying to hide, as had Dean.

Spike was now standing, wagging his tail, and half his body while his tongue hung out of his mouth with a happy smile. All you could do was laugh at him before holding his face with your hands and getting closer to him. “What? You wanna go for a ride?” you asked him playfully.

He barked loudly as his excitement only became more animated, and your laughter filled the room. The brothers were still in a slight state of shock, but if they were ever asked, the scene was somewhat cute. Spike began playfully bounding around the open space, tail wagging the whole time.

“Still not sure how I feel about having a hellhound move into the bunker,” Dean grumbled under his breath.

Sam chuckled quietly, amused, “Pretty sure he’ll mostly behave, or he’ll find ways of annoying you, on purpose.” Dean just glared at him before schooling his features and looking back at you. “We’re at the motel in town. Once you’re packed, let us know, and you can follow us to the bunker.” 

You had no idea how your life would change, but you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be all that bad. They seemed nice, and Spike was okay with them. You always trusted the instincts of any animal you had had over the years. If they didn’t like someone, they had a good reason for it, and it always kept you safe in the long run.

Finding Spike when he was a puppy had changed your life in wonderful ways. Now, it seemed he was bringing more change, and in a way, you wanted to see how it would go. Yeah, you had questions, but somehow, you knew they’d all get answered. And with that in mind, you went back as the brothers left, curiosity coursing through you for what the future held for you and Spike.

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u actually rewired my brain, i was pawing off n imagined u calling me a good puppy and immediately came >/////<

Awwww look at how well trained this silly puppy is ^w^ it turns out all you have to do is edge a girl for an hour or so while melting her brain with praise and she'll never forget you <3 I bet you'd clicker train really well doggy :3