#stop your dog to chewing his paws

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

Owner: ♡ BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ♡ JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ♡ HQ - Ukai Hyena: ♡ BNHA- Shigaraki ♡ JJK- Mahito ♡ HQ - Tendou Wolf: ♡ BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ♡ JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ♡ HQ - Sakusa Fox: ♡ BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ♡ JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ♡ BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ♡ JJK - Geto & Gojo ♡ HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ♡ BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ♡ JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ♡ HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

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[thebisexualdogdad]

idk if your still doing one peice but i just read your bring back a puppy fic and was wondering if you could do the same situation but woth a cat instead preferably gn please and thank you

Luffy - 

● lays on his stomach on the ground and stares at them

● gives them a speech about what it's like to be a member of the strawhat crew 

● tries to be serious until the kitten stumbles up to him and licks his nose and he bursts out laughing 

● “how does it feel to be the cutest member of the crew” 

● you “are you saying the kitten is cuter than me?” 

Nami - 

● is the personification of an orange cat in real life 

● she gets much entertainment out of all the chaos the kitten creates 

● especially when she watches the kitten running away with a piece of fish Sanji was about to cook and him running after them 

● you “should we do something?” 

● Nami “no way this is hilarious look Sanji just fell” 

Sanji - 

● gets spooked by the kitten always showing up out of nowhere

● he'll be cooking and he turns around for a split second and the kitten is suddenly on the counter heading towards his food

● “don't you dare!” 

● they stick their paw in the bowl and Sanji just sighs and pours himself a glass of wine to cope 

Zoro - 

● makes everyone think he doesn't like the kitten 

● but is secretly really excited

● he plays with them when you aren't looking 

● and sneaks them food while you're eating dinner 

● you even found him asleep with the kitten laying on his chest 

Usopp - 

● is more of a dog person but is fine with a kitten too 

● just kind of chills with the kitten in his lap

● “I am not cleaning the litter box” 

● proceeds to get stuck cleaning the litter box because he can't say no to you

Shanks - 

● is so soft with them

● let's the kitten nibble on his fingers and just laughs 

● puts them on his shoulder and walks around like that 

● gets them a little hat and calls them his co captain 

● “I thought I was your co captain?” 

● “you can both be my co captains” 

Buggy - 

● doesn't know what to do them 

● “so… does it know any tricks?” 

● gets so mad when they start chewing on his hair

● “Hey! Stop that you miscreant!” 

● uses his powers to detach his hand to pick them up and put them in time out on the other side of the room 

Mihawk - 

● nonstop argues with the kitten 

● it smacks him in the face and he's speechless 

● “wha- you- Y/N did you see what this thing just did?!” 

● you're dying laughing that Mihawk has beef with a kitten 

[owlcomics101]

“Dog trouble.” task force 141 x fox hybrid!Reader

Warnings: bit of blood, animal violence, mentions of animal abuse/hunting (I do NOT condone), SFW (I am a minor), wholesome fox cuddles, reader is an Arctic fox hybrid

Please read the head cannons first

You are an arctic fox hybrid. You have the fluffy fox ears, tail, feet paws, and fangs. Gaz was taking you on your morning walk when the two of you walked by some military dogs who gave you the stink eye. Usually military dogs would never attack unless instructed by their handler otherwise, but these weren’t the properly trained and experienced military dogs. They were new and haven’t even seen the field of battle yet. Of course when they saw you strutting in front of Gaz with your tail up and proud as Gaz couldn’t help but snicker. The dog’s instincts kicked in. “Bullet no!-“ The handler whistles for one of the dogs to sit still but bullet wouldn’t listen. The dog had its eyes and soon its fangs on you. Bullet immediately sprinted towards you. The handler tried grabbing a hold of the dog, but Bullet was too fast for his handler to grab a hold of his harness. Instinctively Gaz grabbed and picked you up immediately and out of reach of the blood thirsty canine. “Get your god Damm dog here!” Gaz shouted. Bullet jumped on Gaz, trying to bite your tail but instead bit Gaz’s wrist, causing him to drop you. You fall to the ground with a thud as bullet jumps off of Gaz and chases after you.

“Shit-Y/N!” Gaz scrambles to his feet. Your ears perk up at the dog’s footsteps and you snarled. Your tail and ears puffing up to try and make yourself look big and intimidating to the mutt but Bullet could smell your fear. You never thought in a million years you would ever have to worry about a snot-nose dog in your face trying to hunt you down like back in the tundra. Your mind could not forget all the pain and trauma those dogs brought you. You have the bite marks and scratches to remember each hit well. These dogs could never compare to the real predators you would face like wolves. At least wolves were only hunting you for food and survival, these domesticated mutts were only hunting you for their master’s approval. Bullet lunged at you as you quickly slipped away, running down the block with the mutt right at your tail. Soap was just leaving the mess hall when he saw you outside being chased.

“God pumpin' dammit! Y/N!” Soap bolted out from the mess hall and after you and bullet. He wasn’t going to let the mutt lay a single fang on you, not if he had anything to say about it. Gaz was running after you as well. Clutching his bleeding arm from Bullet’s bite to stop the bleeding. Soap looked over to Gaz and quickly stopped him.

“Go get some help Gaz! I'll handle this!" Gaz was hesitant on leaving you. It was his fault, at least he think it’s his fault. He should’ve known the dogs would be out at this time. He should’ve taken you out earlier or maybe skipped the walk all together.

“No Soap-“ Gaz tried to protest but Soap was already gone along with you and Bullet around the corner. You kept running and slipping under passing soldiers left to right as bullet chased you. Soap swearing and shoving everyone out of his way to reach to you. Soap shoved past Ghost who was walking by. Ghost’s brows furrowed as he was shoved.

“Johny what the bloody hell!?” Ghost snapped as he grabbed Soap’s wrist tightly, the day has just begun and Soap was already on his nerves. Soap quickly tried to jerk away from Ghost in a panic.

“Let go! It’s Y/N-Their-“ Soap was cut off by a shriek and it wasn’t Bullet. Soap’s skin went pale when he heard it again. Ghost’s eyes widen as his breath hitched in his throat. You were shrieking and snapping as Bullet bit onto your leg and shook you around like some kind of messed up chew toy. You tried thrashing and biting your way out of the dog’s grasp but bullet wasn’t budging—its jaws clamped shut around your ankle like a bear trap. You could feel the fangs digging into your flesh and tissue, blood seeping and dripping out like a stream as it filled the dog’s mouth. All the blood and struggling around just made the dog tighten its grip and bit into you more. You felt like you were trapped in the snare again, dangling and running around in circles as the noose grew tight. Soap saved you then but where was he now? Just then the dog let out a yelp and let go of you as it was shoved to the ground by Ghost. Soap immediately scooped you up in his arms.

“I’m here, I’m here! I got you.” Soap reassured you as he held you close to his chest. Stroking your back and giving you kissing on the forehead. You couldn’t help but watch Ghost deal with the dog. Ghost grabbed bullet by the harness and held him back for the handler to go get their Damm dog back. Ghost saved you..

“What’s going on out here!?” Price snaps, Gaz following behind him with his wrist bandaged up and stained with blood. Price looked down at the dog and over to you, trembling in soap’s arms as blood trickles down your ankle and foot. To say Price was pissed, would be an understatement. He was livid! He walked over to you and inspected your leg. Soap still stroking your back and head to calm you down.

“Take them to the infirmary and get them looked after. After that I want them safe back in MY office!” Price ordered Soap as he quickly nodded and took you away. You look over Soap’s shoulder to see Price shouting at the handler along with Gaz, but Ghost…Ghost looked over to you. Watching Soap take you away to get cleaned and bandaged up. Maybe Ghost wasn’t so bad after all?

writer’s note: Maybe part 2? We’ll see how this does ^^

[chang-bunnie-bini-bop]

⋆˚｡⋆˚ 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 • 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

✰ words - 620

✰ pairing - stranger!chan x gn!reader

✰ summary - two fellow dog lovers meet for the first time...coincidence or no?

✰ notes - i wrote this in two hours cause seeing chan back home made me feel so happy, hope you enjoy 🤍

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“aish, minnie! behave!” you tugged on your dog’s leash once, but the small puppy kept trying to run in the opposite direction.

it was so weird. she had never behaved this way. she started straining at the leash harder, almost pulling you along with her. 

you finally decided to go the direction she wanted, curious as to her peculiar behaviour.

after walking for quite a while, it became almost dark out, and you knew you had to turn back before you lost your way. 

however, the second you tried to turn away, she tugged particularly hard on her leash, and you could feel your foot trip on a crack on the sidewalk. 

prepared for a painful impact, you cursed yourself for being so clumsy. you waited and waited, but then became aware of an arm fastened around your waist, holding you off the ground. 

you whipped your head around to view your strong-armed savior, and your eyes met with a very handsome man with beautiful facial features. 

you could feel you cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you quickly straightened yourself out and apologized promptly. “oh, i’m sorry! i’m so clumsy…”

he laughed, and you thought you had never heard a prettier sound.  “that’s okay! what’s your name?” he asked kindly. 

you told him, and he introduced himself. chan. that’s a nice name, you decided. 

you realized that minnie had stopped dragging you around, and was now pawing at chan’s dog, who he introduced as ‘berry’. 

“i think my dog’s in love with yours.” you admitted, and he looked at you with a mild confused face. 

“she was dragging me in this direction and stopped when she saw your dog.” you chuckled, smiling fondly down at berry. 

“that’s so cute!” he squealed, clapping his hands together and cooing playfully at the two. 

you didn’t even notice that time had seemed to slow down, and your entire attention was on the man in front of you. 

“can i…have your number?” you blurted, and he looked at you in slight shock and amusement. 

you were quick to speak again. “you know, so we can organize a doggie playdate.” you grinned involuntarily at the end. 

chan’s entire face lit up, and he typed his number into your phone quickly. “so…it’s a date?” he joked. 

“mhm.” you winked at him, walking away with minnie while relishing in the sight of his red face. 

you cautiously rang the doorbell, fixing your clothes and making sure minnie looked her best in your arms before the door opened. 

chan, clad in black pants and a grey shirt, looked so casual but so perfect at the same time. 

he grinned and greeted you happily, inviting you into his apartment. it was cozy and warm, and you were certain you could smell cookies somewhere. 

minnie immediately ran to berry, and the two started playfully wrestling on the floor while chan excused himself, walking into the kitchen and then back into the living room with a fresh batch of macadamia nut cookies. 

whilst the two of you chewed and talked about anything and everything, the time passed quickly, so quickly that you didn’t even notice the time as it became 11 in the night. 

you gathered your pup in your arms and walked to the door, said your goodbyes, and were about to leave, before chan stopped you. 

“wait!” he started, and you turned, raising both of your eyebrows curiously. he walked up to you, leaned in and pressed a small kiss to your cheek, sending your mind into a frenzy. 

“we should do this again sometime. having you around made me feel better.” he admitted, and you were absolutely sure your cheeks were bright red. 

“yeah, it’s a date.”

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[sigmasoyboy]

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]

Was suggested on instagram to write from Gage's POV and thinking about how I would ever write from someone who's been essentially dog lobotomized actually got me thinking so hard I started writing. The formatting of this one is a reading nightmare but the never ending run-on sentence tightly packed into one block of text feels the most appropriate to a dog's inner thoughts so… You have to suffer for the sake of art™️

cw: ableist and misogynistic language, PTSD, panic attack, murder, vomit, loss of humanity through being genetically spliced with a dog

Right now there is only [RUNNING] and [PANTING] and the wind whipping your face and twigs digging into your paw pads and snapping under your weight and the sweat tickling the inside of your thigh as it rolls down the expanse of your (ever) hairless leg. You almost want to throw your hands down into the decaying grass and leaves to propel your body further but (something) keeps you anchored to your bipedal ways, your body knows it was never made for sprinting on all four but your body was also bent once and could probably be bent further all the way to the other side transhumanised so far the evolutionary path to break all knowns nomenclature and classification and leap from (human) to [DOG] just as you do out of the shrubbery as soon as your hear [YOUR NAME], toes skidding into the overgrown lawn as you halt, tongue hanging out dumbly trying as you might to bring moisture back into your bone dry mouth. The useless instincts you (forcefully) have inherited work against you but thankfully [HE!!!] turns on the garden hose [HE!!] uses to bath you with and fresh water springs out, splattering everywhere against your open mouth. There used to be a better way to drink but you (forgot) how so you chew at the air trying to catch this pesky pesky water into your mouth while getting drenched, you were hot anyway, running so so hot from all the excess dopamine secreted by your happy happy dumb brain, so easily pleased.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]; it’s the 100th time you thought this exact thing today not with words or inner monologue only pure unadulterated stabs at your mesocorticolimbic circuit, things are only [GOOD] or [BAD] not in terms of the morals (you lacked) but in terms of [PLEASURE] and [PAIN], so simple and so good like quenching your thirst and moving your limbs and eating and shitting and nerve endings being stimulated by a [GOOD SCRATCH] just like [HE] is doing right now immediately replacing the serotonin from the water [HE] just shut off, not having a care in the world for how greasy your (hair) feels or the way you wildly shake off to dry yourself or the fact that you are (not) a dog at all. You wouldn’t get any of it anyway because all you understand now is [ANGRY] and [SOFT] tone so as long as [HE] coos at (you) softly [HE] can say anything and (you) would happily (giggle) and [RUB YOUR HEAD] against his big calloused hands even if he was (talking shit). You were liberated against your (will) and you are too dumb to realize it, of course you are why would you ever stop and try to think when you can just march alongside [HIM] like [HE TAUGHT] [YOU]] like a good stupid fuckass (dog) getting all [EXCITED] because you realize [HE] is walking towards the [KITCHEN] which can only mean any and all (doubt) or [FEAR] that’s desperately trying to join each others can be [SILENCED] by a motherfucking spoonfull of [PEANUT BUTTER HOLY SHIT] sticky and salty and obstructing your airway momentarily but thank goodness you still know how to breath through your (nose) while you smack your (lips) desperately trying to (get away from the [DELICIOUS TREAT] clawing at the leathery cushion with your splitting nails nerve endings stimulated by [HURT HURT HURT FUCK what did you do why were you bad why is this happening to you this wasn’t supposed to happen you weren’t supposed to get caught in the first place but the [BITC H] squealed and slipped through your fingers and now you’re the one being [GUD LA DET SLUTTE VÆR SÅ SNILL] you should’ve made a bigger hole and (fucked it) so [BAD] no one will ever be able to identify your whore bitch corpse you r eally fucked up this time you can barely breathe through any hole now in out in out in out head heavy with the weight of ([HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS]) getting really really light so much so you don’t feel your (claws) slicing until the victim became unrecognizable aggravated [MASSACRE] of your (ultimate reality) now there’s only [DROOL] and a little bit of [VOMIT] and your clammy skin against the (cold old tiles) of the kitchen floor and [HIS] form above you [WARM] palm encircling almost your entire still trembling arm and (garbled speech) you can never [UNDERSTAND] again, it’s so [WARM] and (nice) your [TAIL] slaps the kitchen floor, beginning to unknot [HIS] brow as you can feel yourself (smiling) dumbly at [HIM]. And now there is only [PETTING] and [ROLLING ON THE FLOOR] with the sweet-acrid aroma of [PEANUT BUTTER] and [VOMIT] [HE] stops you from [LAPPING] just before your tongue touches it.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS].

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆Puppy☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ Amab!bot!Ben Reilly / male!dom!reader

☆ 1k words

☆ late and short (mental dilemmas 😔)

☆ contains overstimulation, dubcon, slight masosado implied, puppy play, drinking of seminal fluids, just being mean to my little Benny baby in general :3

°○☆🔞nsfw under the cut🔞☆○°

"Fuck.." You whispered underneath your breath when his weeping cock twitched again. Cum spurting out in salty white blobs dripping from his pathetically overstimulated genitalia. It was cute. Seeing him shiver and squirm and try to act unfazed by his 3rd orgasm. His eyes narrow as he pants, sweat trickling down his face as his mouth shapes itself into a grin.

Oh he's being cocky now is he?

"Is that all you've got?" Ben mutters. Drunken under his pleasure. He wasn't thinking straight. Because he knew damn well what he had said and what it'd bring and the power you had to break this man. No. It wasn't all you've got. In fact, it was simply a taste test. A sample. Nothing more than an appetizer for a full course meal that your lovely little scarlet spider had bit off more he could chew. Into the lions den.

You laugh softly at his response. That was all it took for him to realize the weight of the situation. How badly he had fucked up. Much to his horror, your left hand wrapped around his cock again whilst the other increased the intensity of the vibrator that had hummed nimbly against his prostate into something stronger.

He screams out. Just the way you like it. In a swirled mixture of agony and delight. Uncertainty and certainty.

You could taste off his regret and gratitude in the way he cried. Yes he cried. Tears dripping down his face as he whines to struggle to get out of your touch. No, you weren't going to let him get out of the trap he set himself in. The trap he knew very well he'd be caught it.

"Stop... sto-..stoppp... stop stop stop– stop ittt" He wailed softly. Almost as if he was mourning. You weren't going to end this, not yet. Not with the way your thumb rubbed itself on the slit of his cock, wet from the previous loads that landed itself inside a cup bellow him. It started to harden and he started to cry all over again and it was a pretty sight to see. Like shiny pearls streaming down his eyes.

The soft yet frantic buzzing of the vibrator up his prostate and your hands rutting up and down his sensitive cock has him leaning his head against your shoulder. Gasping. Begging for mercy. Just like last time. And last time. But now, you're confident he'd keep his pretty little mouth shut.

He's crying is he? Yeah and it's just fueling your cruelty. Your desire to break him any further. You grab his tear stained face to look at you better. The nail of your thumb digging into his cheek. He reminds you of a dog. A little puppy. Shrivelring up after getting it's paw hurt from closing the door a little too soon. God and the way he wines. The way his tears stream down your fingers the faster you move your hands.

After a few more seconds and he's close again and he's looking away with a stubborn frown trying to act like he still has any control of this situation but you tighten the grip you have on his face and jerk him off faster. His eyes firmly set on yours while he mewls and cries, the wetness of your hand intensifying as more precum drippied from the hole of his cock and you pressed your thumb their to rub at it.

Apparently that had him cumming all over again, he cries out, literally sobs for your mercy which he knew, efforts were pointless. You weren't going to stop until the wine glass bellow him had filled itself to the brim.

Perhaps an hour minutes passes and he's so tired but you keep on gently whisper in his ear what a good boy he was, what a precious little gem. What a wonderful puppy he was for still cumming so well. His balls still spontaneous after each orgasm he'd offer, the wine glass reaching its fullness.

"Cmon Benny.. you're doing so well, we're almost done... you can do it baby, just one more? Just one more..." You whisper beside him. Laughing when he whines, but it's quiet because his throat is raspy from all of his previous screaming.

He whimpers before cumminf again and spilling over the cup. Which you gently bring up with one hand as you waited for him to ride out the aftermath of his intense overstimulation. He's weak. Frail little thing. So when you put your thumb inside his mouth he doesn't even try to fight back. Not especially when he licks the digit eagerly and looks at you with tired eyes. Pliant and so dizzy.

"Drink up"

You command softly. Bringing the seminl fluid filled wine glass to his lips. At first he sips hesitantly but despite all his efforts his cloudy mind needs something... some sustenance. And the mundanely salty liquid that's slowly pouring in his mouth counts as so. And he drinks it gratefully. Slowly. Of course, he doesn't exactly care to drink it carefully, when he stops sipping for a moment it spills from his mouth down to his chin and onto the floor.

Once he finishes the entire glass his face is a mess. Covered in his own cum, legs trembling, eyes threatening to close and dried tears right on his cheeks.

He trembles. Slightly. When he tries to move but to no avail, the ropes on his body had still stayed. And when he looks up to you one last time with all of his remaining strength you carry his face with one of your hands. And when he falls unconscious, you smile.

Time to give your puppy a cleaning.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He had his clever moments and it was more admiring to witness.

[critgoblin]

i just finished my first watch-through of dimension 20 fantasy high, and man—all i want to talk about is riz gukgak and his bloody hands.

riz and his bloody hands. his white-knuckle grip on control. little freakazoid insomniac wound too tight. “i’m a harsh guy,” he says, but he’s got so much of a heart in him that he leaps into hell to save his father and charges blindly off into the nightmare king’s forest to save the world. he’s a harsh guy, but his greatest fear in the world is being left behind by his friends. 

i love watching brennan and murph. because brennan is truly an extraordinary dm, and murph is THE plot-hound player. his characters move forward, ever forward, only ever onward. riz cannot sit still, he cannot lay fallow. the three days they’re aboard a ship in the open ocean, he wigs out and spends it spiraling below deck. he cannot relax. not even for a second, not even to sleep. because if he does--what? what will happen to him? what will happen to the teenage goblin kid with no father? 

riz and his bloody hands. 

and brennan knows murph well enough that he knows how to turn that into a character beat. he pits riz’s drive for knowledge against him. you love the truth. you seek it so much that you cut your hands upon the insides of crystals. what a metal and underrated line. because riz would destroy himself for the truth. he can’t handle anything less. he’s like one of those dogs that chews its own paws to shreds if it doesn’t have a job to do. it’s always the next mission and the next job and the next adventure. no time for slowing down because the world is perpetually ending and there’s only so much one little goblin can do on his own--even if he never sleeps. there’s no time for slowing down because if he has a moment - even a moment! - to breathe, to rest, what would he do with it? what does riz have, if it isn’t the mission? what does he offer the world, if it isn’t his brain and his bullets and his bloody hands? 

at the end of the day, riz gukgak is just an empty little kid in a room full of empty mirrors. he’s just the kid who sleeps clutching his sword. that’s why kalina preys on him the way that she does. she’s the queen of masks and reflections. she sees right through to the fear inside of riz--that he isn’t good enough, that he is nothing more than some kid playing detective who gets his friends hurt. she toys with him, but i imagine she also sees some of herself inside of him. they are both in their own ways, empty shells. 

and of course, the ironic truth is that riz is far from empty. truth-seeker, paranoid, whip-smart and frantic, riz tries so hard. he tries so hard that he dies for it. he’s the reason for their little team you know, he’s the instigator. he went after penny, and he went after the nightmare king, and he will keep going and going and going, tearing his hands open again and again and again until he gives out. the ironic truth is that riz has one hell of a heart on him, and it beats him bloody. it drives him forward, ever and onward. it will not let him rest, and so he will never feel how big it is. how much space it takes up inside him. how un-empty he truly is. 

all he has are his hands, and they do not stop bleeding.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi! I was wondering how would chuuya, Ranpo, Dazai and Sigma react when they meet reader's protective dog ( dog like German Shepherd, Rotwiler etc.) For the first time after as reader had told them a lot of things about their dog and talks about their dog often. Thank you! Have a good day /night!

───DOG BITES

Headcanon in WHICH, Chuuya, Ranpo, Dazai and Sigma react to reader's dogs

A/N: So sorry for the inactivity, I accidently lost interest in writing. Dw Ill restart soon+ Couldnt think for sigma properly srry D: Sorry my dear anons for keeping your requests in waiting. →Masterlist

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai wasn't easily intimidated, but the thought of meeting this dog did give him pause.

When he finally met the dog, he was met with a sight that was both awe-inspiring and reassuring. The large, imposing dog was indeed everything Y/N had described, exuding a powerful presence. The dog's alert eyes focused on Dazai, and it took a few moments to assess this new visitor. You, standing by Dazai's side, whispered, "Be calm and don't make any sudden movements. Let the dog come to you."

Dazai looked at you before he nodded and followed your advice, keeping a calm composure and extending his hand slowly for the dog to sniff. Your dog, on the other hand slowly walked up to him and licked his hand, before going towards you and trying to bury his head between your legs, a sign he needed you to pet him.

"Ew, dog saliva" Dazai commented, before walking towards your restroom, your dog's eye watching every movement of your boyfriend. Sure, his scent was all over you and your place, but that didnt stop the dog being judgemental towards your boyfriend.

Dazai glanced at the creature who's head was nestled in your lap, your eyes filled with adoration as your hand scrached the forehead of the dog. Dazai had his arms crossed, a dramatic expression on his face, "He clearly dislikes me, look how he is glaring"

"You told me it's a small dog, dear, that's nowhere small," Dazai continued, skepticism lacing his tone. You on the other hand, undeterred, looked down at the dog with affectionate eyes. "Oh hush, Look at him," you cooed, gently stroking the dog's fur. "He is just a cute little baby."

"Stay away from me" Dazai said, wrinkled his nose, taking a step back as if the dog might contaminate them.

Your face turned serious, your brows furrowing in defence of your furry companion. "Say one more thing about him and no kisses for a week," you declared, your voice firm and resolute.

"Okay, fine," Dazai said, his tone dramatic as ever. "I won't say anything else. But seriously, he's not that small."

"He might not be small in size, but he's got the biggest heart, just like someone else I know." You commented. Dazai, rolled his eyes, unable to suppress a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Just don't let that big heart of his chew up my stuff."

Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to the dog's forehead. "Deal. No 'your stuff' casualties on my watch." Oh how wrong Dazai was, because the next thing he knew, the dog had ripped his coat apart. Oh how your dog clearly disliked him.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

You stood in the doorway, your arms folded, with a smile on your face as Chuuya approached. At your side stood their large and protective dog, a presence with a watchful gaze.

Chuuya's eyes widened as he took in the size and stature of the dog. "You sure he doesnt bite?," he remarked, his surprise evident in his tone.

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, he's a bit intimidating at first, but he's a big softie once he gets to know you."

Cautiously, Chuuya extended his hand, allowing the dog to sniff it. To everyone's surprise, the dog's demeanour softened, and he nuzzled Chuuya's hand, his tail wagging slowly.

Chuuya looked at the dog, before placing a hand on the pet's head, scarching his ear and asking for a high-five. The dog gave chuuya a high-five, receiving yet another scarch behind the year with a 'good boy'. The dog, waggling it's tail jump at chuuya, the paws on either sides of the shoulder, before licking his face and turning away.

Chuuya looked astonished. "That was unexpected," he said, his voice filled with amazement. "So was his reaction with yours," You said, "I've never seen him warm up to someone so quickly."

You grinned, patting the dog's head affectionately. "Animals have a way of sensing good people," you said. "And I guess he knows you're one of the good ones."

"Goodness my ass"

"Says the one who flew in the middle of the city to grab the kid's balloon"

"His voice was annoying me" Chuuya commented, petting your dog, "Who's a good boy? Yes you are"

"And I feel like you are stealing my dog" You said, placing a hand over ur forehead in a fainting manner.

"Haters gonna hate"

"Am banning your youtube"

RANPO EDOGAWA

"Here take this chocolate" Ranpo stated, as he offered his half eaten chocolate infront of your dog. Ranpo had insisted to visit your house, claiming he wanted your house tour, because he was bored.

You on the other hand, hesitated, but nevertheless warned Ranpo about the big dog you owned. "Ranpo, in any circumstances, DO NOT try run away once he sees you....Befriend him"

"And How do we do that?" Ranpo asked, before eating the remains of his icecream cone.

"By giving him treats" You commented as you opened your front door, your dog eagerly waiting for you before wagging his tail, running towards you and half knocking you down, licking and climbing at you for a hug.

"There there, you is a good boy, "You said as you lowered him by holding his collar, before your and your dog's eyes turn back to see ranpo eating a chocolate, your dog's expression instantly turning stone and cold.

"Here take this chocolate" Ranpo stated, as he offered his half eaten chocolate infront of your dog.

"YOU DONT FEED DOGS CHOCOLATE-" You yelled, before smacking Ranpo's hand and your dog's forehead, "Bad doggy, you dont eat chocolate"

"But didnt you say he becomes a good boy when i offer him treats?" Ranpo asked, before finishing his chocolate as he stare backs at your dog. Unlike ranpo, the dog silently observed him, before letting out series of small barkings, "Y/N, why is the dog barking?"

"I meant dog treats, not these chocolates which will potentially kill him" You said, before handing Ranpo some dog biscuits, "Feed him these, he may stop barking"

"Here doggy," Ranpo said, before he courage feed your dog biscuits, and your dog happily ate them. When the biscuits finished, your dog did nothing but walk away, as if he approved the newcomer to his house.

"Awww he doesn't give a damn now" You said, before side hugging Ranpo, knowing your dog would bark if you or anyone touched you a slightest "Now lets start with the home tour"

"I wonder what these biscuits tastes like"

"RANPO NO"

SIGMA

"Um are you sure that is a look of happiness? I think it's trina eat me" Sigma said, as he nerveously stood infront of your dog, sweatdropping as your dog glares at your boyfriend.

"Oh don't worry its fine, its not like he bites anyone" You casually said, before your dog decided to bark at Sigma, and you casually holding your dog by his collar. "Come in Sigma, he will warm up"

"Y/N, weren't you the one telling me that he bite that guy who touched you once?" Sigma asked, as he entered your place before neatly sitting on your sofa. Your dog seemed to calm down but it didn't let his guard down.

"NO, I told you it was self defence, besides he looked shady to both me and my dog" You exclaimed, as you give sigma a dog biscuit, signalling him to feed your dog.

"and your dog-?" Sigma says, as he hesitated to even touch your dog, not wanting to get attack by one own by his S/O first thing in the morning.

"His capacity is beyond combined ours" You said, petting and telling your dog, "He is our own boy, don't bark at him, He is a good boy like you."

It wasnt like Sigma disliked animals, but it would have been better he didnt had to interact with animals all over, but nevertheless Sigma reachs his hand out, feeding it a biscuit to gain its' trust

you gently take his hand and place it over your dog, "See? this isn't hard"

"He is nowhere calm and composed as you told he would be"

"Not my fault he hates everyone else except me"

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[takami-takami]

Pet Shop.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. fluff.

warnings— gn!reader. you and keigo visit a pet shelter to adopt! so cute!

"What would you think about getting a bird of some kind?"

Walking alongside you beneath the hot of the June sun, Keigo doesn't allow himself to be distracted by the way you tap at your lips, pursed as you think aloud; not for too long, at least.

"You're kidding. Please tell me that was a joke," he whines into your shoulder, mirthful and light to match your satisfied laughter.

When Keigo told you he never had a pet to call his own before, you knew it was about time to take your relationship to the next step. Moving in together months ago was commitment, sure; but you knew bringing a little friend home would be just domestic enough to bite at Keigo's achilles heel, hidden to all but you.

He swats the word family away from creeping up his mind, intent on being completely and utterly normal about this.

The shelter you arrive at is painted a fading shade of steel blue, chips peeling off the sides of the wooden planks; sturdy, but old. Quaint. Though it creaks, the raised porch seems stable enough underfoot, with winding stairs leading down each side. One path leads toward the cobblestone road, another toward a dirt trail you assume is meant for daily walks for dogs. Surrounded by trees and foliage, a little wooden sign by the path reminds, "don't forget your treats and baggies!"

A tinny bell clinks overhead as you both step through the glass door, arm in arm. The door is nearly as creaky as the steps, and just as so, stable enough.

Your eyes meet one half of the elderly couple you quickly figure runs the place; "the better half", she would answer, had you been bold enough to ask.

The woman is tall and speaks like a mouse, a unique match to her stoutly husband. He shouts and startles you from down the hall, over the sound of startled dogs.

"Mildred! The damned bell, someone's at the–"

"Oh, hush, will you," she smoothes down a dusty pink apron as she speaks, trotting her way to the door and pinching the bell to stop its ringing out.

You and Keigo both glance to your left simultaneously when you hear the man grumble in response. He slaps his mop down where the larger dogs paw at metal kennel doors. His voice reminds you of the canines that yelp and bark beside him, you decide; not in an unwelcome way, but in a way that makes your lips quirk with the threat of a smile.

"What can we do you for, darlings," the woman asks.

"We want to adopt," you explain. Keigo shifts on his feet like a child at the way you say we. The way you say adopt.

"We're not sure what we're looking for yet. One suited for apartments, maybe? But we're not picky, as long as they don't tend to chew on..." You glance at the red plumage to your left, then back at her.

The mousy woman eyes the both of you in your youthful excitement, the wide of your doe eyes. She takes a long look of approval at Keigo's golden smile that beams authenticity, even with the slouch of his stance.

"Follow me," she says.

The both of you make your way down the thin hall that seems to stretch on and on, adorned on either side by large plastic windows into cages and habitats. As if to give some privacy, the woman turns her heel as soon as you reach the beginning of the hall's winding carpet.

You catch a look at domesticated animals of all kinds, from the avarage housecat lazing about, to skittish, exotic lizards perched on fake branches.

As you walk, you're able to skim the nametags and descriptions for each critter.

"I'm a family cat with a lot of love to give," one reads.

"Don't tap the glass, or I'll make it the shelter owners' nightmare!" Says another.

While you peruse with each step forward, Keigo's legs suddenly stop at a particularly brazen, sunny yellow cockatiel. It puffs its wings at him with a tilted head— the picture of miniscule dominance, all thirteen inches of it. It hops on its feet as it it were dancing on hot coals, presumably to appear a bit taller than cockatiels are predisposed to be.

Keigo puffs his wingspan back with an audible flap, the tips of his feathers nearly grazing the ceiling. With a regretful squawk, the bird shrinks.

"Kei'! They have ferrets here!"

Once he catches up to you, he places two palms firm on your shoulders, peering over you to get a better look at the two little rascals wrestling below.

"Uh, should we step in, or," Keigo asks with the swish of a hand, watching the tubes of fur scramble over each other with their roughhousing. You kneel to get a closer look, and he quickly follows suit.

"Are they supposed to do be doing that?"

"Yeah! That means they're having fun," you exclaim. "You have to get them in pairs, I've heard. They thrive best with a partner. A lot of people think they can get just one," you hold up a finger, "but if you leave them alone for too long, they get lonely."

Keigo understands. He nods.

While you gleefully watch them play, he rises and takes a step over to a nearby enclosure where two rabbits are having their daily exercise. While the larger one sits and loafs, the smaller seems to be encircling the space with dominance. He leans his arm over the bars, allowing the critter with floppy ears and a patchy coat to hop to his foot and examine his fingers.

"This one kinda looks like you, babe," Keigo calls out over his shoulder, reaching out to smooth the ears down on the thing. By all accounts, a rabbit should cower under the gaze of a hawk, but this one seems to welcome his gentle touch. He tries not dwell on it.

As if on cue to interject his thoughts, the tinny cling of the bell rings and echoes again, causing the dogs to erupt into barks and howls and—

Keigo's ears pick up on a whine.

As if they have a mind of their own, his legs carry him down the hall toward the kennel, past the pristine pelts of alaskan malamutes and german shepards, down toward the edge of the room where the lighting seems to dim.

Curled up near the corner against the concrete, fenced off by a gate, is a rather large, scraggly mutt of a dog. It practically smells of fear, smacking its jaws and keening in its throat.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he soothes as he crouches down, reaching two fingers through the bars. "It's alright, boy. Not gonna hurt'cha..."

The fellow slowly gets up, collar clinking with its hesitant steps and paws making little pap, paps against the chilled floor. While its head raises to allow its watery eyes to meet the golden gaze reflected back, that tail remains pointed downward.

Keigo blinks down, unmoving save for the tilt of his head; and to the creature, he looks unfamiliarily kind.

He can't get the visual of the caged thing running somewhere lush and green and free out of his head. It sniffs his hand, giving a tentative lick and another whine.

"Let's get you home, yeah?"

[ddejavvu]

idk if you’re still doing fairy!reader stuff but if you are: fairy!reader bringing a raccoon into the trailer (a la Linda Belcher) and Eddie’s just like “ok I love you and he’s adorable but prince jeremy marshmallows should probably go back outside”

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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Eddie's not often speechless when he walks through the door of his trailer, he's usually the one inducing the shock in others. But today it's you that's disrupted the balance of the Munson household, by introducing its newest, furriest member.

He wishes you're sitting on his couch with a dog. He wishes you'd led a stray cat in from the rain. But the animal you're sitting with is grey and black, with stripes of white here and there along its dirty fur. It's chubby, it's tail is draped over the edge of the couch, and it's a fucking raccoon.

You grin up at Eddie, because of course you don't see anything wrong with it. Before he'd swooped you up and made you a bed out of his underwear drawer you'd probably ridden a nearby deer to some sort of fairy farmer's market to stock up on glitter for the week. There's no reason for you to think of raccoons as humans do, so you're a little but confused by Eddie's full stop in the doorway.

"Hi, Eddie," You gush, "This is Jeremy!"

"Jeremy," He muses, watching the raccoon chitter and crawl towards your lap to reach the bag of marshmallows you've raided from the pantry, "You- uh, he likes marshmallows?"

"That's his last name," You hand the raccoon his treat, looking up at Eddie like you're viewing him matter-of-factly over the thick lenses of glasses, "Jeremy Marshmallows."

"Jeremy Marshmallows," He repeats, a little more relaxed as he leans into the doorframe. The animal doesn't seem rabid, just hungry, and he's more interested in munching on the treat between his paws than lunging for Eddie's ankles.

"Well, Mr. Marshmallows," Eddie clears his throat after the racoon's finished his treat, "Uh, hate to be a bad host, but you've gotta head out."

"But he's my friend," You frown, your brows scrunched, "I thought he could live here with us."

"No honey," He tries not to sound patronizing, but it really is a basic concept you need to learn, "You can live here because you don't have fleas. And I can leave you alone without worrying you'll chew through the wall. Raccoons aren't the same."

"But he's my friend," You reiterate, like maybe Eddie just didn't hear you the first time, "And I want him to stay."

"He can stay in the neighborhood," He compromises, watching Jeremy pick another marshmallow from the bag, "But he can't come into the trailer anymore. We'll make him a home, 'kay? Wayne can bring home some scrap wood from work, and I'll make him a real nice little bed. But he has to stay outside."

"He might get cold," You worry, and Eddie holds out a hand, asking for one of the marshmallows. You hand it to him, but he doesn't eat it, as you expect, he holds it up for Jeremy to see.

"He won't get cold, we'll give him a blanket," Eddie promises, "Here, dude. Come on, I know you want this, I'm gonna toss it outside for you. Okay?"

As soon as the animal locks its eyes onto the treat, Eddie chucks it out the door. He hasn't calculated that Jeremy will have to scramble over his feet to exit the trailer, so he does a little jump-and-squeal combo that he's not exactly proud of, but when the raccoon is safely outside, he shuts the door.

"Okay," He huffs, heart rate safely lowered now, "Uh- he didn't shit in here, did he?"

"No," You scowl, "He's not a pig. I hope he's okay."

You flutter beside Eddie's head to peer out the door, and Jeremy has planted himself in the grass just outside the trailer door. He's nibbling on the marshmallow Eddie had thrown, but the man suspects he'll be bored of waiting for more within the hour. That or he'll gnaw through the floor and Wayne will get a surprise in the shower tomorrow.

"He'll be alright, sweetheart," Eddie angles his shoulder towards you, happy when you take the invitation to flutter onto it and sit against his neck, "He's lived out there his whole life; he'll survive. And when we make him his bed, we'll put lots of marshmallows in there for him, okay?"

"Okay," You sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. He nestles into you the best he can without toppling you over, and turns to look over the half-empty bag of marshmallows you'd been feasting on.

"Well, I think we're doing pizza tonight," Eddie muses, "Wayne took the last of the lasagna to work, and those were gonna be dinner."

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I know in the manga that Kiyoomi says that dogs are cute and way more hygienic than humans because they sweat through their paws and tongue unlike humans who sweat through the skin, so in this little os he doesn’t like animals in general. :]

„What. Is. that?“

Kiyoomi opens the door to your shared apartment, stopping immediately in his tracks when he sees a small German Shepherd puppy with floppy ears laying on the floor, chewing on what seems to be on of his spare volleyballs.

As the tall man enters, he keeps a wildly bewildered look on his face, scooching himself to the wall, calling your name loudly with a mix of fear and irritation in his eyes.

Hearing your boyfriend‘s name in distress, you almost run into the entrance hallway of where you hear him, trying really hard to control yourself not to laugh.

Seems like he found your little surprise.

The black curly-haired 6‘3 man almost presses himself into a corner, looking terrified and dare you say disgusted at the little fluffy creature that you picked up from the shelter earlier in the morning.

When you saw those eyes in a post on Facebook, how could you not pick him up to give him a loving home?

Loki is wagging his little thin tail like crazy, yapping and barking, trying to get close to Kiyoomi, who is keeping the puppy away with his foot, blocking him off.

With each bark, Kiyoomi visibly flinches.

„(Y/N). Take it away from me, please.“ He almost begs.

Giggling softly, you pick up Loki and you see the ravenette take a relieving breath.

Walking past you with big distance, he really tries to control himself not to run out of this apartment and get a hotel room for the night.

„Kiyo, stop saying it like it’s a piece of garbage or something. His name is Loki.“

„You named that thing already?“ He asked irritated while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

„Well yeah, I am not planning on giving him back if that’s what you are wondering, that is just morally wrong.“

„It’s morally wrong to bring an animal into our apartment without telling me first. What if I have allergies?“

„Don’t be like that. I asked your sister if you had any allergies and she denied it.“ You smirk in victory.

He glares at you in annoyance, his eyes shifting to the little happy furball again that looks at Kiyoomi like he is his whole world.

Heaving a deep sigh, he hangs his head in defeat.

„I am not going to be able to convince you to bring it back, am I?“ Kiyoomi says in a tired voice.

„Nope.“ You grin proudly.

„Any more unsuspected surprises I should be aware of?“

„Nah. Hey, can we get a cat next?“

„Don’t push my patience.“

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

[plutos-little-space]

Okay okay! I would like to know all of your hc’s if you do head cannons I would like to know your agere ones for Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara 🙏 , ofc feel free to ignore me if you don’t post hcs or anything! /gen

JJK headcanons :>

(gojo, itadori, megumi, and nobara!!)

Gojo:

🌀 i’ve said before but i think he’s a flip, he used to just regress but when suguru left he had a really hard time with it and kinda stopped doing it as much, however he found he enjoyed being a caregiver.

🌀 definitely helps out with the littles regression and is more like a silly older brother than a dad (cough cough- nanami)

🌀 when he does regress he does it alone, i don’t think he wants other people to worry, he’s supposed to be the strongest after all..

🌀 loves loves loves to give cuddles, i think yuji is the biggest cuddler

🌀 don’t tell anyone but whenever he’s taking care of the littles he remembers how suguru helped him, and uses that knowledge

🌀 spoiled! the lot of them, he gets them whatever they need or want

🌀 he already does this but protects them with his life, he cares to deeply about his students he just want them to be happy :(

🌀 loves to play games with them and will do any kind of make believe or dress up they wants

🌀 king of piggy back rides, he can also just pick them all up and make them float with his infinity (yuji loves this)

Itadori:

🌟 probably a kid regessor, like 4-7

🌟 very clingy cuddles with gojo the most, but whenever megumi is around he’s stuck to his side

🌟 very active little guy, he’s pretty fast and hard to catch

🌟 loves the playground and especially the slides

🌟 him and nobara have playdates all the time, and he loves dressing up, he has no problem with it

🌟 he accidentally slipped and regessed one time when he was talking with megumi and freaked out a little, but megumi was obviously very understanding with it.

🌟 megumi and him often hang out together when yuji needs quiet, nobara there’s too sometimes but usually when she’s big

🌟 stuffed animals. the boy loves them, gojo’s gotten him so may

🌟 he doesn’t use pacis really but he loves to chew on stuff so they got him some chewlery

🌟 absolutely adores megumi’s dogs, even more that when he’s big

Megumi:

🐾 also a flip, he cares for yuji and nobara a lot, especially when gojo’s out on missions. he regresses really small, like 0-2. tiny baby boy

🐾 since hes so little he’s pretty much completely nonverbal

🐾 he likes to be alone, and is very hesitant to accept help (even if he needs it) but don’t worry gojo can tell, and is here to help

🐾 maybe a puppy/wolf regessor?? i think it fits

🐾 since he’s so small, he uses diapers sometimes

🐾 oversees play dates with nobara and yuji a lot, and tries to keep them under control

🐾 is not a fan of messes especially glitter and paint, and much prefers the littles to use crayons and stickers

🐾 regresses due to stress from missions sometimes, and gojo will go to check on him just to find him curled up in a ball on his bed, paci in his mouth

🐾 only has a couple pacifiers mostly blank ones but he had one with a little paw print on it (he loves it but he’ll never admit it)

🐾 lots of cozy soft blankets and his favorite stuffy.

🐾 sometimes before he regesses he brings out his dogs and will cuddle them

🐾 likes to cuddle with gojo (but don’t ever tell him that)

🐾 sometimes when all three students are littles they’ll all come and play and cuddle in megumi’s room because it’s so cozy

🐾 gets overwhelmed easy with lots of noises, the other littles know to calm down when he starts fussing

🐾 picky eater

🐾 way more emotional than when he’s big

Nobara

🫧 she’s regresses around 3-6 similar to yuji, that’s why they have so many playdates together

🫧 can be very loud, and very energetic.

🫧 has the most pacifiers out of the group, absolutely loves the sparkly ones, the more they shine the better

🫧 super talkative, loves to tell stories to megumi when he’s little (she has one of those pacifier clips because of this)

🫧 she’s independent and doesn’t like to have help even when she might need it

🫧 loves dress up and will make everyone else do it to (they don’t mind)

🫧 she’s also pretty picky, loves watermelon, not so much vegetables. gojo does eventually bribe her though

🫧 has the squeaky hammer she carries with her and bonks yuji sometimes with it and of course everything else in sight.

🫧 can be grumpy if she doesn’t get what she wants but yuji is good at cheering her up

🫧 also when she’s little she tends to really miss Saori

🫧 also because of saori, they all have so many tea parties (gojo gets cute little sweets for them) and the tea is probably just apple juice, as much as she tries to like it, apple juice just tastes better.

🫧 likes being carried on gojo’s shoulders and it ends with yuji also wanted to be carried

🫧 also has a cute hairstyle in (pigtails, braids, stuff like that)

Gang i just want them to happy T-T i have so many more but this would go on forever!

Anyway hope you enjoyed!!!! :D

(requests are open)

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|| Lost and Found ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: meetcute! With dogs!

Oral (f rec), beardburn, coming in pants (m) 😍, written for the @bernthirst-events #beardthalbash, thanks to @darlingshane and @anna-hawk for organising!

"Midge! Miiiidge!" Your voice echoes through the endless trees as you call out again and again, listening hopefully for the familiar thunder of paws on the leafy undergrowth coming back toward you, but there was nothing but the muted twitter of birds. "Midge, come!" You shout again, your voice starting to tremble with worry as you walk hurriedly along the forestry path. The light was beginning to fade earlier in these shortening autumn evenings, and it would soon be impossible to find your runaway pup. You take out your phone, dismayed to see the signal nonexistent out this deep in the woods.

"C'mon Midge! Midge, please come back!" The back of your throat is rough from yelling and your eyes are glistening with tears. You couldn't go home, you had to keep looking for her.

"Miiiidge?!" You tried again, and stopped in your tracks as you heard a rustling nearby, but it was just a blackbird rummaging in the leaf litter.

"Oh Midge…" you croak out more quietly, still holding her broken lead tightly in your fist. You cursed yourself for not replacing it sooner after she had been chewing it, for not buying a stronger one. You were so wrapped up in your own admonishment that you jumped out of your skin when someone walked up the track behind you.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind me askin', are you alright?"

You turned and were met with the figure of a large bearded man. He kept his distance when he realised he had given you a bit of a fright, giving you time to take in the fact that he was wearing a dark green shirt with the park ranger logo embroidered on it along with utility pants and sturdy walking boots. His eyes were dark and he was looking at you kindly.

"I'm Frank, I'm a ranger. I heard you yelling, can I help?" He asks, and you find yourself stuttering over your words, partly in relief that someone else was around, and someone who hopefully knew these woods a lot better than you.

"It's- it's my dog, she… oh, I've been searching and calling for her for hours, she broke her lead when she saw a squirrel and bolted after it! I couldn't catch her in time and she's just- she's just a pup!" You sniffle as your eyes keep flitting around to look through the trees. "I can't find her, she doesn't know this part of the woods that well, I can't leave her alone out there."

The ranger nods and steps a little bit closer. "Alright, I know that you're worried about her, but this sorta thing happens a lot. I'm gonna help you to find her best I can. Can you give me a description? An' I heard you callin' out 'Midge', s'that right?"

You wipe at your damp eyes, nodding. "She's a border collie, black and white. She's 8 months but she's small for her age."

"Okay ma'am, do you remember when and where you last saw her? I'll radio my team and we'll be able to have more eyes and ears lookin' out for Midge okay?" His voice is low and authoritative but soft with it, and your tears soon stop as you're distracted by the way he goes straight into action.

"Back over the ridge near the fire pass, I think it was about two hours ago…" you tell him.

Frank unclips his radio from his belt and relays all the information, getting confirmation from a variety of voices shortly after.

"Okay, let's take a walk back that way huh? You got some treats or somethin' with you?"

You fall into step beside him, grasping the bag of mini bone biscuits from your pocket. "Yeah."

He smiles. "That's good. Those her favourite, huh?"

"Yeah. But she just loves any food really."

You pick a few out hoping that Midge might be able to smell them from wherever she is and her greedy stomach might lead her back to you.

Frank nods. "Is she alright with guys? I know some dogs don't like a man with a beard, can scare em sometimes."

You soon dismiss Frank's concern. "No not at all, actually she'd likely love you. I mean, our postman is quite a big guy and she's always happy to see him at the house. Though I guess he does bring treats for a lot of the dogs."

Frank smiles again and starts calling out for Midge as you come near to the spot where she ran off and you join him, shaking the bag of treats. He takes out a flashlight and starts a sweep. "Which way did she head, do you remember?" He asks.

You point down the slope in front of you and he starts making his way through the trees with you following behind and both calling. After a little while walking down the hill he holds up his hand in a signal to stop and you stay quiet. He listens and you strain your ears too, eventually hearing a distant whimper.

"Oh! Oh it's Midge!" You're suddenly sick with fear that she's seriously hurt and start running towards the sound, the thick branches scraping against your face and arms. Frank catches up to you quickly and urges you to slow down.

"Hey, hey! Watch yourself now, there's a ton of burrows and shit you could break your ankle in if you're not careful. Just hold back with me. It's alright, we'll get to her."

You reluctantly slow your pace as he's right after all, he does know these woods better than you and very soon he's crouching down at the roots of a big tree. As you round it you see little Midge on the ground whining and wagging her tail as she sees you. Her back paw is caught between two roots and she's clearly in some pain.

"Hey, hey Midgey, shhh it's okay, just stay nice and still." You try to calm her, holding her collar as Frank is extremely gentle as he carefully moves the roots to work her paw free and lift her up.

"There we go," he says as he holds her.

Both of you look the pup over for any other injuries before he radios that you'd found her to his colleagues. As you feel her ankle joint there's a little bruising but she doesn't seem to be in any great distress and when you hold out one of her treats she's more than eager to gobble it up.

"Oh Midge, it's alright baby, you're gonna be alright!" You stroke her soft fur in comfort, more for you, lifting your head to look at the ranger, your eyes shining slightly with tears. Just then Midge tilts her head up and licks Frank's face so sweetly and he cracks a smile. "Heh, that's a good sign."

You're so relieved and the rich sound of his laugh as Midge keeps on lavishing him with licks is infectious, making you chuckle too. It makes you feel so much better after all the worry.

"I can't thank you enough, Frank. I was so scared it would be so much worse!" You tell him as you all walk back to the park entrance.

"Hey no worries, it's all just part of the job." He replies as you reach the gate. It was almost completely dark now and the rain was starting to come down in a drizzly mist. "You local? Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

You glance down the road. It was only about a mile and a half walk away but you didn't want to risk Midge getting away from you again as she might manage to wriggle out of your arms on the road.

"Um, actually that would be really great if it wouldn't be too much trouble? We're not far."

"Not at all ma'am, best make sure this lil lady doesn't have another chance to get into trouble again, I know what they can be like!" He jibes, booping Midge gently on her nose which she licks afterwards.

When you reach the outside of your little lodge house after the short ride, you thank Frank again. In the light from the porch his dark eyes are twinkling as he bids you both goodnight.

"I'm sure she'll be back out and about in no time, just keep an eye out for those darn squirrels yeah?"

You laugh a little now that your worry is mostly over, and you notice how handsome he is as well as the kindness and trust that seemed to just emanate from him effortlessly, putting you at ease. "I certainly will! I'm so glad you found us, thank you. Once she's rested and recovered from her ordeal maybe we'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I sure hope so." He replies giving you a gorgeous smile as he gets back into his truck.

-

Frank is just signing off an email when he hears a familiar bark from outside the office. Lady, his own dog, responds with her own short huff, excited to see her playmate again.

It's been a couple of months since Midge's incident and maybe him carrying treats in his pocket might have had something to do with it, but she always ran up to the ranger station and let her arrival be known every time you walk her. And Frank sure as hell doesn't mind as it means he gets to see you.

It had started with polite, friendly waves and a big pet for Midge whenever you happened upon each other in the park. Then, you would frequently stop to chat to him, ask him about his day and he about yours, and then you had started to drop by after his shift finished so you could all go on a walk together. There was nothing Frank loved more than being in the outdoors, except now he got to share that with someone, and he found himself increasingly glad that it was you.

Frank always made you laugh with the way he would run around playing with Midge and Lady, even after a long day's work. You showed him the tricks you had been teaching your pup, and on your regular hikes you also started to learn more about each other. Frank started looking forward to the times he would see you, your easy and generous smile lighting up his world and maybe even pushing to broaden the boundaries of it, maybe let someone like you to become something more. It had been a long while since he thought he felt something more than friendship blossoming, and gradually opening up to you felt right.

Still, right now he was so damn nervous. He had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for days and then he'd inevitably chicken out, but he promised himself he'd do it tonight. And even if you turned him down, there'd be no regrets.

"Hey big bear!" You say as you greet him. "Which route do you wanna take this evening Frankie? It's your turn to pick." You ask him as Frank steps out with Lady and locks up the office. He almost loses his nerve when he turns and sees your pretty face and your sweet voice calling his nickname caresses his ears.

"Uh, I was thinkin' up by the creek," he suggests as the four of you start walking up the trailhead. Frank scratches at the back of his shirt collar. "Can't remember if I mentioned before but our place is up that way."

You turn to look at him wide eyed after you throw the ball for the dogs as they run ahead. "It is? Wow, it's so gorgeous up there. You're so damn lucky Frank, a perfect job and an amazing commute!"

He can't help beaming back, you seemed to see the positive in almost everything, he guessed he was pretty lucky.

Okay, he decides, now is the time to do it. Just put it out there. Just ask. What's the worst that could happen?

He clears his throat. "Was wonderin' actually, if you'd… uh, maybe you might wanna-" He couldn't believe he was stuttering over such a simple question. Fuck, was it supposed to be this hard? Thankfully, you stepped in and saved both of you from any more of his awkwardness.

"Frank, are you inviting me to your place?" You ask.

The light rain that's falling makes the longer strands of his hair lie in curls against his forehead. He runs a hand through it pushing it back, nodding. "Yeah, I mean, no pressure or anything. Just, if you wanna maybe have a drink with… me?"

You smile at him again. "Yeah, I'd love to."

By the time you reached his lodge you were both slightly soaked by the autumn drizzle. Frank stacks up the wood burner as soon as he lets you in, giving you and the dogs a towel to dry off with as he gets the fire going.

Once you dry off your hair and the dogs, you look around his home in awe. It's so beautiful, hewn from trees from this very forest, nothing too big and grand, just perfectly cosy. He had a neat but well stocked kitchen area, with a solid oak table and chairs by the window. A set of natural carved steps led up to a mezzanine with shelves stacked with all sorts of books and what you assumed was his bedroom.

There were glazed double doors that opened out the back onto a wooden porch and the mossy lawn behind bordered by the trees. And beside the wood burning stove was a tired but comfy looking sofa with a massive thick rug in front of it where Frank gestured to you to make yourself at home.

You kick off your shoes and hang your coat up on a hook near the door beside his next to the dog leads, and settle on the couch.

"This is magic, Frank," you tell him as he opens the fridge taking out a couple of beers.

He shakes his head, dipping his face a little like he's embarrassed or something as he walks over and hands you a bottle. "It's alright. You hungry?" He asks.

"I'm alright just now, just thirsty!" You smile, clinking your bottle against his as he sits down across from you after placing a couple of logs onto the now steadily blazing pile of kindling.

"Did it come with the job?"

He shrugs, fingers stroking his thick beard. "Uh, kinda." He takes a swig of beer and smiles as he notices Lady bringing out one of her favourite toys and letting Midge play with it without a gripe.

"Heh, look at that. S'good they're gettin' on so well." He remarks, and you hum in agreement as you watch them play.

"Yeah, I'm so glad," You say as you turn your gaze back to him. "It means we can spend more time together."

The corners of Frank's mouth pull up just a little. "S'that so? Cos I've been thinking I'd like that." He admits, the nerves rapidly melting away.

You move just a little bit closer to him on the couch, turning your body to face his. "I know I'd like that…" you confess. As you put your beer down on the side table, your hand brushes his knee and you decide to leave it there. He gazes directly at you and you feel your body temperature rise but it's not because of the fire that's burning nearby...

His fingers lightly stroke over yours and when you look back up he's so focused on you, the brown of his eyes seems so deep and dark and soft you could get lost in them. He's searching your expression for permission.

"Can I kiss you?"

His voice melts like thick honey in your ears and you're leaning in with a whispered yes instantly, almost before he can get all the words out. He raises a hand to cup your face stroking his thumb softly over your cheek and you close your eyes as he slowly leans in and gently captures your lips with his own. He's so very tender but you can feel the control he possesses as you eagerly kiss him back, the captivating strength and power held in check only by a hair trigger. Your fingers thread through his beard, guiding him to you and right now he'll go wherever you want him. He thinks maybe he should stop, a gentleman would stop and let you take the lead, dictate the pace, but you already are.

Under the light tang of beer you taste sweeter than he could imagine as your tongue slips in so softly, so teasingly between his parted lips against his own and he can't help the low moan he lets out as you surprise him by shifting to climb into his lap.

You gently pull away for a second, and your words are laced with a barely concealed urgency that has him struggling against that fucking gentlemanly conscience he had just a minute ago.

"Tell me if this is too fast?" You probe, looking down at him, your pupils already blown out. You'd been waiting for this. You'd given him all the signals for a little while now, hoping he'd maybe feel the same, waiting for him to be ready.

Frank's eyes dart from yours, down to your mouth and back up again. "Don't feel too fast to me," his words almost vibrate through you with his low tone. "Just feels right."

He moves to kiss you again and it's bliss. His lips are so soft, as is his beard although slightly tickly against your skin. You sigh and smile making a contented sound and he shows you some more of that control, his hands running up the sides of your thighs to rest on your waist, just lightly holding you. He still lets you set the speed, what you want and you let him know as your fingers slide up the shirt covering his broad chest weaving into his hair. His kiss goes deeper as you move in his lap, slowly shifting forward, pressing your hips against his and he makes his reaction to that known with the sexiest noise you've heard him make so far. You want so desperately to hear more.

"Been goin' crazy over you, you know that sweetheart?" He reveals, as you both pull away momentarily, still just inches away from each other's mouths. Your breaths are shallow, you've not felt this excited in a long while.

"You think I haven't felt the same?" You smirk.

In the days after Midge's rescue and recovery, you had found yourself thinking about Frank a lot. About his kindness, competency, and yeah maybe sometimes about how handsome he is… still you never thought he'd take a second look at you, but now you had both arrived here, feeling Frank's fingers twitch against you desperate to touch and you eager for him to do so.

You urge him to continue to explore as your lips meet again, the sensation of his fingertips so tentatively sliding up under your sweater and chasing the goosebumps away as they glide over your bare skin. You nip teasingly at his lower lip and he rewards you with a small grunt before his tongue delves back deeper into your mouth as you move your core over the now obvious bulge in his pants. He trails hot kisses down the side of your neck, pulling at the neckline of your top and you peel it off so his lips can access more of you.

"You're so gorgeous darlin'," he speaks into your skin as he places every kiss with care and attention, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as he mouths around the swell of your breasts still held captive by your bra. You tug at the hem of his shirt, leaning back for a moment so he can move to take it off. Your hands are back on him instantly, tracing over his muscular torso, fingers excitedly running over every dip and rise, appreciating every rough line of his varied scars now bared to you. You're both almost panting for breath, and he's struck dumb as you claw at his belt buckle but he gently puts his hands over yours, halting them.

You glance up. "Oh, if you don't want to-"

Frank chuckles, bumping his nose against yours. "I do. God, I really do… I just need to make sure it's what you want."

You can't believe this guy, he's almost perfect. Frustratingly so.

"Frank, I really want you." You tell him in all lucidity.

He licks across his lips at your confirmation, making the damp spot in your panties grow as he lets his eyes rove over you.

"Well, I'm gonna take you to bed then. C'mon." He says as he encourages you to your feet and guides you up the stairs.

You shimmy off your pants and socks in between more fervent kisses before he lays you down on his bed, leaving his own on as he lifts your foot and starts kissing his way up the inside of your ankle and calf. You part your legs wider to make space for him and his broad shoulders, your heart rate increasing by bounds as you anticipate his next move.

"Mm, s'this okay sweetheart?" He checks in as he nears the juncture of your thighs, his beard brushing the sensitive skin there, "Can I take these off?" He adds, and you hum in the affirmative as his dark eyes meet yours and he smiles. "Been just dyin' to taste you..." You flush with heat at his purred confession and lift your hips as he hooks his fingers around the waistband so he can pull your underwear down. He kisses your mound softly when he returns, taking his time.

"Anytime you want me to stop," he says before lightly kissing your clit and you let out a shuddered breath. "You just tell me baby, okay?" You nod and moan out loud when he begins to lap his tongue right between your glistening folds. You know you'll never want him to stop.

Your body writhes as he continues with wide slow licks between your thighs, relaxing as it's clear he more than knows what he's doing. You whimper, jolting unexpectedly as he begins flicking the hardened tip of his tongue over your clit before softening it again and repeating, swirling, sucking and worshiping your almost steadily dripping cunt like it's a fountain in the desert. When your thighs press in bracketing his head at a particularly sensitive touch, he wraps his big paws around you, fingers greedily switching between kneading the soft flesh of your legs and cupping around your ass as he devours you.

The hair of his beard rubs against your skin and the sensation is addictive. You move your hips against his rhythm and he reaches up to take one of your hands that is currently fisting in the sheets to position it on his head, to make you grab his hair and show him exactly what you want.

You gasp as he very quickly and easily hits a pressure and tempo that has you arching your back right off the mattress. Frank groans as you guide him, squeezing your legs around him almost rutting against his face, moaning so deep into your pussy you can feel the vibrations go through you. And just like that every focused movement he makes brings you further pleasure, taking you higher and higher, and seeing and feeling your reaction just keeps him going.

"Attagirl," he praises, briefly raising his head to look at you. Your juices shine on his lips, spread all around his mouth and wetting some of his beard. The sight just makes him look even hotter to you.

"Frank- mmn! God that's so good, please don't stop…"

He would never, diving right back between your quivering thighs and working you up to and over the edge like it's his only purpose. He can't help himself, you're so fucking sexy like this he's almost humping the bed trying to ease the throbbing need that's barely contained in his jeans. He might have thought about you like this before, how you'd sound, how you'd look, but nothing has prepared him for the reality.

He groans long and low as you clamp your legs hard to his head, you're trying not to but you can't stop your hips from rising, can't help fucking yourself hard against his face, but he wants it, encouraging you until your orgasm explodes from within. The intensity shakes you from your very core, rippling through your body in multiple waves as Frank still holds you firmly to him, licking you through it devotedly as he ruts his own hips into the mattress with another sexy moan. He slows down as he feels your tight grip in his hair easing off, his now near-black eyes meeting yours as he pants and licks his lips.

"You okay there darlin'?" His question is sincere but you almost snort with laughter with how fucking good he's made you feel. He can't be real.

"I'm-" you giggle and throw your arm up over your face as you feel nothing but euphoria.

"god, I'm… yeah, yeah I'm okay! Oh… shit. Wow!"

He grins and wipes his face on the sheets before crawling up the bed to lie next to you, and you turn on your side to face him, drawing him into a kiss as you reach for his pants for a second time.

He catches your hands yet again, shaking his head apologetically. "Uh, it was kinda 'oh shit wow' f'me too y'know? It's… been a while."

It takes you a brain-melted second to get his meaning and then a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. "Frankie, you know that's hot, right?"

He laughs falling back on the sheets, a slight blush dusting his cheekbones. "Hmm I dunno bout that, kinda feel like a teenager again, but as long as you're satisfied for now darlin'."

"I think that'll keep me going for a long while!"

"Not too long though, yeah?" Frank turns his head to look your way and try to gauge your meaning, the faintest hint of concern in his tone. This wasn't a one time thing right? It didn't feel like it was.

The corners of your mouth hook upward yet again. "Definitely not too long." you assure him.

Your eyes track up to the large skylight in the roof above the bed as you catch your breath back, watching the moody, inky clouds gently rolling past.

"Must be a fantastic view of the stars when it's clear." You muse, still gazing up as you feel the warmth of Frank's hand slide over your stomach to hold you close to him in the afterglow.

He follows the line of your sight. "Yeah, it was a pain in the ass to install but worth it for sure."

You turn in his arms to face him. "You put that in yourself? Wow, that's something."

He gives a shrug. "Well I always planned for it when I built the place."

You're incredulous. "What? You built this place?!"

Frank just chuckles, smoothing a couple of stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, haven't always been a ranger. Used to do logging, bit of carpentry. Just thought how hard can it be? Had the idea in my head for a good long while before I had the means and the land to make it happen."

"Frank Castle… I'm officially stunned. That's incredible!" He has the audacity to shrug again like it's nothing and then laughs out loud as he watches your brows draw together.

"Hey, I'm serious! That kinda skill, that's rare. And, I guess it explains this…" you run your fingers over his large biceps, giving them a quick squeeze before smoothing them over his chest.

He hums. "Yeah, only some of it, have to thank the gym for the rest."

You grin as he pushes up on an elbow, leaning his head on his hand as he traces slightly ticklish patterns over your skin as he regards you as if you're a goddess.

"And what about all this darlin'? What about you? You're somethin' special."

You shake your head but he's determined to make his feelings known to you.

"M'serious. Y'know I was totally shittin' it thinking about askin' you here, askin' you out? Was too damn scared you might not say yes."

You can't imagine Frank being scared of much, and you don't know how you could ever say no. Even before the sex.

"Well, I did say yes," you point out as you lean over to kiss him. He still tastes of you and the memory of the intimacy you'd shared is fresh in your mind. "...and I'm really glad that I did."

"Hm, well I better give the dogs their dinners," Frank muses as he strokes at your side, "and make ours too I guess..." he adds with a smile as your stomach chooses that moment to grumble loudly.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think I was that hungry until you mentioned dinner!"

Frank grins as he pushes himself up, grabbing a couple of clean towels from the cupboard near the bed. "Alright, m'gonna clean up real quick and make us somethin'. If you wanna have a long shower while I cook you go right on ahead darlin', there's plenty of hot water."

You smile as you stretch out under his ridiculously comfortable covers, watching his gorgeous ass disappearing into the bathroom as you call after him. "I'm loving the sound of that idea!"

[holylulusworld]

Ari & Leo (a Valentine’s snippet)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff, mafia au (implied), cuddling, omega pregnancy

< < Part 2 – Ari

Leo & Alpha masterlist

Around 2 months later, …

“Leo, no,” Ari tuts as your dog wants to sneak out of the kitchen to get to you. “I need to prepare breakfast for mommy first.” The Leonberger lifts his head and whines. “I know, buddy. She’s a little busy lately, isn’t she?”

Leo whines even louder and looks up at Ari.

“I said no, Leo. I need to finish breakfast and then we will go upstairs to surprise mommy. No more whining,” Ari points the knife he used to cut an apple for you at the dog. “Just a little longer. I know you are overprotective at the moment.”

Leo lies down, head resting on his large paws as he waits for your alpha to tell him to follow him upstairs. He huffs and whines but doesn’t get back up.

“You’re a good dog, Leo,” Ari rounds the kitchen counter to pat Leo’s head. “I’m almost done. Let me brew her some herbal tea and we can go upstairs.”

Leo suddenly jumps up at Ari to lick over your alpha’s face. “NO! STOP! BAD DOG!” Ari grumbles. “Don’t lick my face. Only mommy loves it when you do so.”

“Remember, no jumping at Y/N. No licking her face. No whining for attention. This is her day,” Ari tuts while walking toward your shared bedroom. “She needs all the love and kisses today.”

“Ari? Baby?” you call from the bedroom. “Where have you been so long?” 

“I was downstairs to make breakfast,” Ari opens the door. “No! Leo…dammit!” He curses as Leo runs inside the bedroom. Your dog jumps onto the bed and drops the red rose in his mouth to get some cuddles.

“Aw, you got me a rose for Valentine’s day puppy,” you wrap your arms around Leo’s neck to hug him. “Good boy. I hope the rose didn’t cut you.”

“I removed the thorns before I gave it to him.”

While your husband rolls a serving trolley inside the bedroom, your dog nuzzles your neck and cheek. You giggle and laugh as Leo licks over your cheek too.

“I told you to not lick everyone’s face,” your alpha sighs deeply. “Well, at least mommy likes it.”

“Yes, I do,” you snicker. “Wait puppy. I got something for you too, Leo.” You lift your pillow to get the brand-new chewing toy you bought for your dog out. It’s a red heart and makes squeezing sounds. “See, mommy loves you too.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” your alpha slowly shoves the serving trolley toward the bed smiling as you expectantly look at the breakfast he prepared. “We’ve got heart-shaped eggs and toast, your favorite tea, fresh fruits, and heart-shaped cookies made with love.”

“Aw, alpha. That’s so awesome!” you clap your hands. “Puppy, did you help daddy?”

“The big boy was lying on the floor, whining for his mommy,” Ari laughs as Leo is happily chewing on the new toy you bought for him.

“Wait, that’s not all,” Ari hastily says. “I got the whole package, ma’am.” You giggle as Ari kneels in front of your side of the bed. He gets something out of the pocket of his pants. 

“Ari, I told you I don’t need anything,” you cup his cheek with your right hand while you run your left hand over your belly. “You gave me everything I ever wanted, including Leo.”

“You love the dog more than me,” he grumbles but nuzzles your hand, nonetheless. “You’re lucky that you’re cute.”

“Come here, my big bear,” you open your arms and laugh as Ari immediately gets back up to wrap his arms around you. “Ari…you are suffocating me.”

“Uh-that’ll be an awful Valentine’s Day,” he sniffs at your neck. “Let’s have breakfast and then I’ll give you my gifts.”

“I got a gift for you too, alpha.”

Ari hums while happily nosing his way up and down your neck. He’s obsessed with scenting you since he got to know you’re expecting your first child.

Leo whines. He drops the chewing toy to nudge your side. The Leonberger sniffs at your belly, purring as he senses the baby inside of you.

“Leo, no! You can protect mommy from everyone but me,” your alpha tuts as Leo snarls in Ari’s direction. “We are a team; remember how we chased that stray alpha away?”

Ari and Leo lift their heads to look at each other. It seems like they are having a silent conversation. 

“What is going on?” you watch Leo make space for Ari. Your dog lies to your feet, head toward the door to make sure he’ll see any intruder first. “Leo?”

“He’s in a protective mode now,” your alpha concludes. “Leo’s protecting our omega, is all. Don’t worry. It’s a pack thing.”

“A pack?” you giggle. “So…you and my dog are a pack now?”

“Of course,” Ari sits next to you. He gets the little box back out and opens it. “I got you something special.”

“A heart-shaped diamond pendant?” you look at the pendant in Ari’s hands. “I got so much jewelry, baby. You shouldn’t have gotten me more.”

“It’s my heart. I mean…uh…it symbolizes my heart,” he says. “I know you didn’t want more jewelry, but I asked them to make it for me. I want you to always remember that you own my heart, body, and soul, omega.”

“Aw, you’re my cute big puppy too,” you tease before you softly kiss his bearded cheek. “You have my heart, body, and soul too, alpha.”

“I know,” he grins. “You’re putty in my hands.”

“I got something for you too,” you push the covers off your body to kneel on the bed. “Do you want it?”

“Yeah…” he purrs low in his throat when you move your hand under the pillow again to get an ultrasound picture out. “What is it?”

“A surprise!”

“Show me, baby girl.”

Ari holds out his hand for the ultrasound picture, wrinkling his nose as he’s got problems seeing anything on the picture. “Uh…”

“Our pack will get even bigger than we thought,” you move closer to whisper in his ear. “You’re so good alpha, you put two pups inside of me.”

“TWO!”

Leo lifts his head and watches you crawl onto your alpha’s lap. Ari opens his mouth, gaping at your dog but struggles to get the words stuck in his throat out.

“I—we…two…”

“Yeah, two,” you nuzzle your face in his neck. “You’re a potent alpha. I knew it. My big bear got big sperms too…”

“Leo we must protect three from now on,” Ari whimpers. “What do we do now, buddy? Three! We…maybe we need another dog?!”

Leo gets up to move closer to you and your alpha. “Relax… Leo got this alpha…”

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So to summarise my experience of reading How Stella Learned to Talk by Christina Hunger: if it’s not clear, I hated this book. It’s trash. It belongs on the dog edition of If Books Could Kill. There is nothing of substance in it, nothing of value. My major issues with dog buttons remain the same and are now in fact more pronounced. Those issues are:

Dog buttons replace existing communication dogs use with human-centric communication, which only devalues humans learning real dog behaviour

All dog use of buttons is assumed deliberate and meaningful

All dog use of buttons is explained away with creative storytelling

Supporters of dog buttons rely heavily on harmful anthropomorphism

The novelty of dog buttons is considered more important than existing research of dog behaviour and practice of dog training

People like Hunger are either lying to themselves or lying to everybody else and it doesn’t really matter which because functionally the result is the same

I went on the Hunger for Words Instagram page to see what they are up to today. I recognise that Stella seems to use her buttons in a way that suggests familiarity with them, but that doesn’t equate to language use. She also still displays calming signals like yawning, stretching, flat ears, pacing and looking away while using her buttons.

The videos are all short and without much context within the footage. The captions are complete storytelling. There is no way to know that what is happening in the video is valuable because it’s surrounded by unverifiable storytelling and commentary from Hunger.

The Instagram also features videos from other laypeople who think their dogs can talk. One recent video shows a golden retriever repeatedly pressing a button that says "car". The owner attributes this behaviour to the dog "throwing a tantrum about the car". In another featured video, a Pekingese mix presses "chew" then "come" and then puts his lifted paw down on "get it" which is also taken as deliberate communication.

One of Hunger’s tips in the book is to wait for your dog to respond after you have talked to them. Think about how this looks from the dog’s perspective. You have stopped talking, you are making eye contact, you are waiting expectantly. What do dogs normally do when confronted with this kind of body language? They throw out appeasement signals and they offer behaviours that might lead to reinforcement. This is what is recommended as language breakthrough, and that any button pressing that may result from it is deliberate linguistic communication and not instead meaningful communication about the dog’s emotional state and response to your own body language.

My emotional state after finishing this book? Exasperated and sad. The most important thing you can take away from this story is that your dog is always communicating with you, and you don’t need a plastic button to learn what they are saying.