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almostempty · 6 months ago

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maladaptive coping mechanisms - part 1 (javier x f!reader)

wc: 6.7k | other fics | rating: 18+ | read on ao3 | PART TWO HERE

summary: Looking for an escape from a horrible day, you take a sexy stranger home from the bar.

tags/warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, glorification of substance use as a coping mechanism, using sex to avoid processing emotions, PWP, like mostly just porn and emotions, spit, one (1) pussy slap, pussy pronouns, size kink, sort of pleasuredom!javi, AU unprotected sex has no risks bc i like it that way, piv sex, fingering, creampie

Notes: cigarette vending machines were real, part 2 exists and if one single person asks for it i’ll post it

please leave feedback! open to constructive criticism or delusional inspiration

Thanks: to @auteurdelabre , u know what u did

It’s not enough.

You feel the inescapable temptation racing like wildfire through your veins. Thick, hot air whips your hair into your face, and you laugh, throaty and as loud as a barking German Shepherd with saliva frothing against their teeth. The thought of jerking the wheel and rolling your car into oncoming traffic causes your fingers to twitch. The roar of the semi-truck you pass drowns out everything else, your music, the wind surging through the windows, and your violent intrusive thoughts. You decide not to opt for a head-on collision. Heading towards your side of town, you slow to a less reckless speed, immediately missing the road noise.

The temptation still pounds in your head, unbearable. Something stronger. You need something stronger before you drive to his house and choke on the smoke while you burn it to the ground.

But you’re free! You grin as you race directionless through the streets, the kind of grin that would unsettle a small child. The evening sun blinds you whenever you choose a street facing west, and you welcome the jarring obtrusion, the pain. But driving into the sun isn’t enough.

You pull over at the first parking spot you can see, ripping off your seatbelt and twisting around to dig under your seat. Nails catch on the carpeting, but you only recognize some change, receipts, and a petrified french fry. The muscles in your shoulder could tear from the tendons for all you care as you contort yourself to check under the passenger seat before digging through every compartment you can fit your fingers into.

A cigarette seems healthy in comparison to crashing your car or lighting your ex’s house on fire. You swore there was a forgotten pack of smokes under one of the seats in your car, stashed away in case of emotional emergencies months ago before you committed to quitting. Nate must have found them and tossed them. Of course, he could still keep making this day worse. Even after you’d walked out on him mid-rant about how it was somehow your fault that he’d become even more of a repulsive asshole during the months you’d spent apart. “Hope you’re happy with how you chose to use your last ‘second chance,’” you had spat at him, already halfway to the door. You imagined the look cemented on his face as you left. You hope to never imagine his face again.

Dried tears sting the corners of your eyes. Rubbing at the raw skin burns. You stare at your red eyes in your rearview mirror, and you can see the flicker of your soul nearly snuffed out from the years of despair. Blood pounding in your ears, you roll your head on your shoulders, and popping and grinding noises in your neck add to the symphony of your pulse. Tipping back against the headrest, you refocus and take in your surroundings. A bar. A beacon in the fading golden hour as dusk overtakes her glow.

Bars have cigarettes. A drink, or four, would help, too. You need to feel something else. Find something strong enough to break through the numbness of anger and embarrassment. Something to override your loquacious internal monologue. It’s not enough.

Your demons materialize on your shoulders, prepared to fight your morality. The neon beer signs in the window sing a siren song. Temptation wins in the first round, she’s a seductress not to be outclassed.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you cross the parking lot, kicking up little clouds of dust in your wake. Inside, you swerve between the pool tables, crossing the dimly lit space in a beeline to the cigarette vending machine for a new pack and matches before lasering in on an empty stool at the bar. Tunnel vision.

Cold beer soothes the burn in your throat from the tequila shot you slammed before you even settled your full weight on the barstool. The liquid waterfalls down your throat until the bottle runs dry. The surly bartender replaces it with another, and her eyes flick from yours to the empty shot glass and back.

“I’ll just stick to beer for now,” you answer. A barely perceptible snicker yanks your attention to your right. He’s smirking to himself, trying to hide it with a swig from his bottle. Your scowl softens by a hair as you rake your eyes down his profile. Strong features, sparkling dark eyes, well-groomed, and an open collar that teases you with a glimpse of the skin of his chest. His look piques your interest. But that smug curl of his lip raises your hackles as you return to your mission: a neurochemical intervention. Maybe he knows where you could procure a lobotomy if nicotine and booze don’t help.

You slam the second beer, signaling for another. Your head weighs heavily on your shoulders, but you can start to feel the warmth of the alcohol blooming within your chest. A welcome warmth despite the suffocatingly thick air in the bar. You feel the layer of sweat coating your torso. The skin bared on your thighs sticks to the vinyl stool, but you don’t care about being warm and sticky. Your assignment is simple. Get the liquor to your brain before you recruit Smug Mustache and Silent Barkeep to your crew. She can drive; he can be the lookout. Accomplice to arson shouldn’t be a hard sell.

You smile to yourself at the thought.

The tiny muscles in your face start to relax, and the line between your brows softens. The racing thoughts get quieter, and you can process your environment more easily. The clack of the billiard balls on the pool table, the rock ballad barely audible over the buzz of the patrons. A variety of mostly bald or bearded men occupy different seats, and women with brassy hair and loud laughs hold all the secrets. You and the man seated next to you don’t quite fit the demographic, but nobody seems bothered.

You slide a cigarette out of your pack, and before you tuck it between your lips, the man next to you pushes the amber-colored ashtray he’d been hoarding towards you and offers you a light.

Leaning towards him, you’re hit with an intoxicating rush of spicy aftershave, leather, and tobacco. You seize the opportunity to take in his features head-on, inhaling deeply while he unabashedly sweeps his dark eyes over you in turn. Sinfully dark, they flick back up to yours. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip, and you’re entranced momentarily by the need to feel that plush lip between your teeth.

Sex.

That could work. Ease the restlessness and the deepening impulse to scream. Maybe that’s the third ingredient to your impulsive master plan.

“Thanks,” you exhale, breaking the heady silence. The rush of nicotine entwined with alcohol begins to replace the rage in your veins. Vengeful racing thoughts are replaced with a mantra. A dull pounding in the back of your skull. More. You smile. More. More. He tracks your mouth as you press the cold glass bottle to your lips. You swallow and swallow. He raises one eyebrow, head cocked, as you drain the bottle.

“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I’m not sure you’d taste it at this rate,” he teases in a voice thick as molasses.

You consider your frenzied rate of consumption. Might be time to slow down.

“Maybe you could convince me to savor it,” you challenge. He nods and orders. He studies your lips as you take another drag from your cigarette. More. He doesn’t shy from holding your gaze. Not when you smile or when you look him up and down again. You usually aren’t so forward. The cocktail of substances and the emotional hangover from your failed reconciliation emboldens you. But, one tiny crack fractures, and for a brief moment, you’re gone.

Your eyes lose focus. Disconnected from your body, the bar, and reality. He watches with amusement. He knows that look. He wears it often.

Your thoughts flash and crack like a lightning storm. Nate’s face. Livid, red, and sputtering foul insults at you. Enraged that you’re drinking, smoking, and desperate to whore yourself out to the first man you see. Worse. You don’t care. Nate wasted your time and shattered your goodwill. You want to be set free. Erase him and his pathetic voice altogether.

You take another sip and another drag, hoping one of them will detach his grubby claws from your conscience. You blink, and the horrifying hallucination is gone.

“Drinking to forget, cariño?” the man you’d been staring past interrupts your thoughts. His tone is genuine. But why? Is that his schtick? Offering to fix broken women with a well-timed light and teasing glance?

“Something like that,” you muse, taking another drag. You hadn’t realized how close you were sat until now. It’s intimate. Smoke curls in a delicate dance between you, alluring as it winds and flares. You feel drawn to him, connected by chance. Something new to focus on. To study. He watches you with such intensity you note. Unwavering. Too sober and too shiny to be a regular old barfly. It’s not a bar full of singles. He’s out of place. Maybe he got lost along a warpath like you. Good. More.

He’s still watching. Waiting for you to elaborate? You let your knee slide forward until it’s pressing into his firm thigh. “Just trying to feel something,” you answer honestly.

“Mm,” he takes another swig, and you watch his neck in slow motion as he swallows.

“And you?”

“Same goal, I guess,” he confirms. His hand drags slowly down his thigh and slides onto your knee. Your mouth parts at the contact of his palm. A new fire rips through your veins, but it’s not rage. More.

“Would you say it’s working?” you gesture to the bottles coated in beads of condensation on the bar top.

“No.” He stares at you openly. His carnivorous mouth splits into a grin.

His boldness makes a giggle bubble up in your throat. You tilt your head back with a laugh. Your hair slides behind your shoulders, exposing the delicate flesh of your neck.

“No,” you repeat in agreement. You match his physicality and grasp his own thigh firmly with your hand, studying his face for any hint of a response. “It’s not enough,” you add, dragging your hand further up his leg. Slowly.

“You’re looking for more, cariño?” he dares with cloying charm. Yes! More!

You might've rolled your eyes at the whole situation if you weren’t so many drinks in with a sinister desire for escapism. You’ve barely spoken to each other, engaged in an elite-level erotic staring competition instead.

The best you could do was exchange names.

“Javier Peña,” you repeated back to him. Deciding if you liked the way it sounded on your tongue. You wet your lips.

“Just Javi is fine,” he counters while leaving enough cash on the bar to cover both your tabs with a generous tip.

“Smooth, Just Javi,” you bait, looking at the cash and back to him. He flashes a wolfish smile back. It makes you want to fuck him right here on the bar. More, you scream at him with your eyes.

He removes the nearly finished cigarette between your much smaller fingers, takes the last drag, and stubs it out in the ashtray.

If you weren’t so aroused by everything about him, you’d chastise him for trying to get you out of here so quickly. But you feel it rolling off of him, too. It feels like taking a narcotic. Time is syrupy and slow. You feel your smile sticking longer than you meant, your eyes linger hotly, and you squeeze his upper arm harder than intended. It’s an addictive rush to feel your desire reciprocated. And with such urgency. You take in his height and broad frame now that you stand face to face. He stills. Observant. You don’t need any more time to decide what you want. You need to feel him and only him as soon as possible.

“Let’s go. Now,” you order as you lead him out of the dingy establishment into the clear night.

You expect him to cage you against the cool metal of his pickup, but he’s a suave gentleman opening the passenger door for you instead. Fine. You slide across the bench seat just as he’s turning the key in the ignition, pressing your curves into the side of his firm body. Restless and grabby, your fingers dance over him, unsure where to start when he grips your chin in his large palm and tilts your face towards his.

Rage flashes behind your eyes at his interruption. Never far from the surface, ready to lash out.

“Be good for me, cariño,” he says sternly.

“Oh, I’ll be so good,” you purr, dragging your hand down his chest towards the bulge in his too-tight jeans and batting your lashes before he grabs your hand.

You huff, indignant. Rolling your eyes.

“I’d like to give you my full attention.”

“You can have mine.”

“No.”

“Who put you in charge?” you spit out with a fierceness.

He laughs, harsh and mean. You flush with irritation, recoiling like his grip suddenly burned. What is this? You thought you were reading everything right; you’re in his truck, ready and wanting. Frustrating man. You need something to ease your anger, or you’ll spit venom.

He leans into your ear like he has a secret despite the privacy of the cab of his truck. Dragging his voice over broken glass and gravel, he murmurs, “You want to feel something?” his hand is suddenly wedged between your legs. “You want more?” He squeezes tight, pressing his fingers against the seam of your denim shorts, and you choke back a moan. His spiced scent fills your nose. You feel his smile against your ear. Your head spins. Yes. You need it now. No games. Your nails dig marks into his wrist, pleading.

“You get to touch, but I don’t? What is this, Javier? Afraid you won’t last?” You jeer at him.

His hot laugh fans down your neck. Your body betrays your mind in search of friction. Shamelessly, your hips roll against his hand.

“Such a sharp tongue,” he tuts at you, pulling back to look into your eyes, “for such a needy pussy,” he pulls his hand away. You fight to still your body and level his stare, feeling the heat of anger and lust in your face. He lists his demands.

Be good for me. Until we get home.

Simple.

Then I will give you what you need.

Bold.

Something different washes over you, but you keep pushing at him.

“And what do I need, Javi?”

“Need to be stuffed full of this cock until you forget what ‘more’ means.”

Soaked. Your traitorous pussy floods your already ruined panties. But you can’t shut yourself up. You have to push him harder.

“Awfully confident, Javi. Hope you aren’t the type to oversell and underdeliver–” Your snide remark is cut off when he covers your hand with his and presses it into the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Does it feel like an oversell?”

You barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. No, it most definitely does not feel like an oversell; you refuse to admit it out loud. He grazes the edges of his teeth down tender skin. At the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, he snaps you back into reality with a sharp bite. A small gasp escapes you that he definitely doesn’t miss.

You catch the smirk. Cocky bastard.

“Now,” he demands your attention, “you’ll be good for me all the way home.”

It’s definitely not a question, but he stares like he’s waiting for a response.

You fold your hands in your lap begrudgingly and nod. But something in your chest blooms brightly. The dance for dominance does exhilarate you. He grips your upper thigh like he’s the only thing holding you to the earth. Like you might fly out the window if he lets go. Or, like you might crawl into his lap, sink down onto his cock, and cause you both to launch through the windshield when he crashes into a ditch.

His fingers tease under the edge of your shorts, white-hot flesh against flesh. You’re wired.

You direct him to your place. It’s close, and you’ve no patience. He doesn’t argue.

You lead him into your home. He doesn’t take you ferociously against the back of the door. Infuriating. You behaved all the way home. He’s a curious juxtaposition of lewd and polite. Restrained, he takes his shoes off at the door and asks for a glass of water. Like he’s your neighbor invited over for tea. But, you can feel the carnality radiating off him as he watches to see if you’ll show good manners. More.

“That’s good, cariño,” he praises, soft and raspy, taking the icy glass from your hand. “Show me your room,” he instructs. How is it your turf, but he’s still in charge? You glare at him briefly before you acquiesce and traipse down your hallway to your bedroom.

He places the glass of water on your nightstand, still full, and turns to assess you. You furrow your brows. Was the water some kind of test? Whatever. You behaved in the car. You behaved all the way to your bedroom. You’re nearly dizzy with need. Every breath feels like a lifetime.

His golden skin glows in the lamplight. You’d describe it as angelic if he wasn’t driving you mad. Morbid desire crawls under your skin, itchy and tense. He gestures for you to sit on your bed, and you do. If he insists on leading, you’ll follow.

You fold your hands in your lap again as if awaiting his next command. He cradles your cheek in his palm, and you look up through your lashes. You are not the saint of patience; your fingers twitch with the urge to tear his clothes into shreds. Why is he taking his time? Your mind is racing for a snarky comment when he interrupts your thoughts like he could hear them.

His touch is so gentle. Patient. Like he’s experienced in domesticating rabid animals.

“Shhh, I know,” his voice is earnest. Not teasing. Not mocking.

It catches you off guard. Grounding you. Strange.

His expression seems to slip into something unguarded as well. A moment of understanding. You see him. Something is building in the distance in your mind. Like the shore is receding before a tidal wave hits. But it’s too quiet without the waves breaking on the rocks. More.

“Make me feel something, Javier,” you reply.

It hangs delicately in the air. You aren’t provoking or begging. It’s a genuine expression of your desire to run from your internal state.

“I intend to,” he confirms with confidence. Like that’s the permission he was waiting for, the wait is over. Your lips connect. He kisses you with a bright and burning passion. Plush lips and wet tongues slide together expertly. Sharp little nips pull whiny melodies out of you. Your hands tug and pull at his hair, shoulders, and shirt. It’s not enough to just have his mouth.

“More,” you demand into his tongue.

“So needy,” he condescends, and you feel your cheeks warm.

He peels off your shirt, and his hands fly to exposed breasts.

“No bra?” he tuts as if he didn’t put that together while ogling you at the bar. You shake your head in response as he kneads at your soft skin. “Of course not.” He pinches at your nipples with precision, pleasure bridging on pain coursing through your body. You feel your chest arch towards him for relief, deep moans falling from your mouth. You want him to consume you. He looks like he might.

Javi hums at the way your body responds to him. Pliant but strong. You move into his touch, seeking intensity. He increases pressure and maps out your body.

He lets all his thoughts be filled with you. Your warm skin and soft vanilla scent are hidden until his nose trails behind your ear. You freely let all the sounds and breath spill from your mouth as he caresses you reverently. He wants to know how many sounds you can make.

You were a delightful surprise, crashing into the bar next to him. He recognized the look in your eyes. He’s going to give you what you need. Because you want it. And because he wants to drown himself in it. He feels drawn to you somehow.

Despite how good it feels to have his hands and mouth on your body, your neglected clit aches for attention. He continues on, almost obliviously, and you reach a fever pitch that splits your eyes wide open. Possessed by one word. More.

Your fingers come to life and work rapidly, yanking at his belt and the button on his jeans before slipping a hand in to feel. You’re struck with a surge of delight as your hand skates over his hot flesh and coarse hair. A hedonic sense of imminent victory unfurls in your core.

“No underwear?” you tut back at him.

“Nope,” you swear he winked at you as he said it.

He pulls you up to stand, stripping the rest of both of your clothes off quickly. You push him back a step to get a better look at his now fully naked form.

“Shit.” “Fuck.”

You mutter over each other at the same time. Like you’ve been compelled, you reach for him, needing to immediately taste and touch him everywhere. You knew he was a gem in that dive bar, but in front of you in your bedroom, you realize: he’s fucking gorgeous.

Of course, he won’t allow you to touch him. Nasty man with his beautiful body and devilish disposition. He scoops you up like the petulant child you are about to become and drops you onto your back in the middle of your bed with ease. You bounce against the mattress.

He catches the sour pout on your face as he settles himself between your legs.

“No need to think now, princesa,” he kisses just inside your left knee, “that’s my job now.” His mustache tickles the soft skin of your inner thighs, but it’s the spark in his dark eyes that makes you squirm. You groan in frustration at being deprived of the freedom to touch him once again, but you remain malleable.

“I need you to lay back and spread these legs for me.”

You comply. Parting your legs wider as his hands slide towards your center. Your eyes are locked on his, and his eyes are locked on your glistening folds in front of his face.

“Fuck, cariño, yes, just like that.”

You curse your body for needing to blink. Enraptured with the look on his face, you don’t want to see anything else. Floating and lightheaded, nobody has ever seen you like this. Seen the truth in your eyes so easily. Seen your blaring evidence of need pooling and dripping. And still looked at you the way he does. Desperate to be touched, you are grounded in the present. No other conscious thoughts. More.

He pulls at the skin on the top of your thighs, nowhere near close enough for your liking, but fully exposing your achy clit and fluttering entrance to his eyes. You’ve needed his touch since you left the bar, or maybe since you first felt his husky voice frazzle your brain.

He stares and stares as you watch impatiently.

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” he says to himself before he hovers closer and blows a stream of cool air over your swollen folds.

You could slap him for that or scream, but what comes out is a breathy “fuck,” and you clench your fists in an attempt to remain composed through this macabre sexual torture. You feel like he’s been down there for an eternity. And still, he’s given you no relief.

You brace for another stream of air, but instead, you watch agape as a glob of spit falls in slow motion from his lips to your clit. The barely there sensation snaps something in your mind as his saliva flows downward.

“You just gonna look, or you gonna touch any time soon?” you goad.

Javi’s eyes shoot to yours, narrowed. You’ve interrupted a private conversation. Vague and meaningless threats start flowing from your mouth, and you shift to reach for him when an abrupt slap to your pussy jolts your nervous system.

Before your brain and mouth can comment on his audacity, your body betrays you. You feel the patchy flush on your chest burning and the gush of lubrication in anticipation. He clocks both signs.

“Cariño,” he coos at you darkly. “I told you,” head shaking with disappointment, “no need to think.” He looks back down, “Now look, she’s crying for me, and I haven’t even had a taste yet.”

Your head sinks into your pillows with an exasperated sigh. How can torture feel exquisite? Wretched man.

“No. You don’t take your eyes off me,” the edge in his tone suggests you don’t want to disobey.

You find the strength to tilt your head back towards him. And it’s just in time to watch as he runs two fingers up and down your glossy folds. He ghosts around your clit, avoiding what you need most until he’s satisfied with his coated fingers. He plunges them both into your eagerly awaiting hole, petting at your velvety walls. An animalistic noise that must come from you fills the room in competition with the slick, wet sounds of his fingers.

“That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes on me while I play with your pussy.” Javi looks down to watch for himself. “You look so good swallowing my fingers,” he rasps thickly. Your walls clench and constrict around his fingers as his voice carves out a home in your mind.

Your room is cool, thanks to the hum of your window AC unit, but your body runs hot. You’ve never had a man in your bed who was this good with his words before. It forces you to stay focused. Present and aware of every sensation. Your ex was too insecure to be vocal. Other partners lacked tact or creativity. None of them ever took charge like this or took their time. You feel your chest heaving and see the wide smile break across his face. Your skin tingles as a sheen of sweat breaks out.

Javi takes his time experimenting with the ways your body responds. He speeds up and slows down, changes pressure and patterns, tapping and tracing, petting and prodding. It’s like the nine extra settings you don’t need your vibrator to have, but better. It’s not careless. You watch, like he instructed. He seems studious, observing how you respond, scanning your face and body. Microexpressions on his face calculating and plotting.

You flex, tense, and writhe as much as you dare, trying to maintain some control over your body. Your eyebrows are pinched, and your hips are tight as you strain.

Javier can tell. Do you not trust him? He needs you to give in to him.

“Let me take you there, cariño,” he urges. “Can feel she wants it; just relax for me, breathe.”

“Fuck,” you confirm with a whisper and do your best to let go of some of the rigid tension. He maintains a steady rhythm for you to focus on. He slowly builds in intensity, and he continues to murmur encouragement to you. Breathe. There you go. Easy.

You slowly melt into it and let him puppet your mind and body. Building and building. Breathing and breathing. Allowed to be out of control. That does it. Your climax crashes violently against your loose frame. Yes, cariño, just like that, fuck. Contracting muscles in your core pull your chest forward. Jerking and spasming, you raise with stuttering gasps. You aren’t sure if you should laugh or be embarrassed as you pant, feeling like he just performed an exorcism on you. His expression settles you. Pleased with an edge of ravenous.

He slides his fingers from you and sits up, looming tall and strong on his knees over your damp, limp body. Your eyes are glued to his weeping cock, softly bobbing at your eye level. Saliva pools in your mouth, craving the weight of it sliding over your tongue. You swallow and blink. Recalibrating your senses and figuring out what he just said to you.

He runs his fingers back through your overly sensitive folds to get your attention. Your entire body twitches, wrenching your attention to his face. He already has you at his mercy.

“Close your mouth, baby,” he commands. You weren’t aware it had been hanging open and snap it shut. He laughs gently at your stupor. Enamored. Then he’s running his slick coated fingers over your lips like a debauched lipgloss. Your mouth parts to question him, and he slides them onto your tongue before a word gets out.

“Good,” he praises, “suck.” You do. And as he drags his fingers out he replaces them with his tongue. He sucks and nips at your lips, tasting everything. The bright flavor of your arousal, the lingering beer from the bar, the smoky tobacco, and the gum you tried to sneak on your way out of the bar. It’s a potent concoction, and it fuels his thirst. You run your tongue along his neck and commit the flavor of his sweat-salted skin to memory.

You can feel the rumbly groans filling his chest, and you’re back to needing more. Clawing at his skin and tugging at his hair. One of your soft hands finds his throbbing cock, and wrapping your fingers around it causes you to exchange throaty moans. You slip your thumb around the head, coating it in precome and using it to glide your full fist down his shaft. It’s stupid how big his cock is, and part of you is loathe to admit it. You just know he’s already aware, but a mindless so big slips out of your mouth anyway. You feel him smile against you.

“Y’think so?” he breathes against your neck.

You roll your eyes at him and tease, “Don’t be trite, Javi.” You tug firmly at his length. “I’m sure all the ladies you pick up in shitty dive bars fawn over your pretty cock.”

A distant look flickers across his face before he flashes a sly grin at you.

“Y’think it’s pretty?” Is that all he heard?

“Oh my god,” you groan in feigned annoyance at him.

He looks down to watch your hand stroke him and decides that is a pretty sight.

You hope he was right in the cab of his truck. That when he fills you up, you’ll forget how to think. He pulls back from your greedy little grasp. I know, I know. He says with the marks he leaves along your skin.

“You think she’s ready for me?” he asks as he adjusts to line up with you. You’re too entranced to respond. He slides himself through your folds, and you whimper at the pressure. He’s still waiting for an answer. He pauses and stares at your face. He gives your clit a playful swat with the weight of his cock.

You blink back up to him, “huh?”

“You think she’s ready to take me?” he repeats.

“Yes, Javi, m’ready.”

He gives you a disapproving look, for god knows why. And shifts further away from you. You feel your face shift into a pout.

”I think she can give me a couple more first.”

Something in you loosens, and you realize you’re defenseless. Willing.

This time, he doesn’t toy with you. He strikes swiftly. Overwhelming your senses when his fingers slide back inside of you and the hot furnace of his mouth envelopes your no longer neglected clit. He brings you over the edge rapidly with the combination of his curling fingers and the firm pressure of the flat of his tongue.

He praises you adoringly, but he doesn’t let up. That’s it. Dámelo. Breathe. You can take it. Another. Know she wants it. Like that. Taking you further than you thought you could go. Again and again. You’re blind and boneless, a sticky mess. He could watch you like this for hours. Writhing against his fingers as his other arm wraps over your belly, holding you in place.

“What’d you say?” he asks as you come down from another flood of endorphins. You weren’t aware you could form words. You blink dazedly before you can figure it out.

“Please, Javi, please,” you repeat. You don’t know what you’re begging for anymore.

His lips are pressed to your sweaty forehead. When he pulls back, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. You’re trying to think of what you were trying to communicate, but it’s hazy.

“Doing so good for me, cariño, you deserve it now.”

You can only nod and whisper another “please.” He slides the head of his cock through your dripping, sensitive folds. That’s what you wanted. More.

“Yes,” you chant, “please, oh god, yes, Javi, please, fuck.” You exercise the full extent of your current vocabulary in quick succession.

“Beautiful, cariño,” his words drip over you like honey.

“Yes, Javi, please,” you continue your chant.

Slowly. Painfully slowly, he begins to feed his cock into you, eyes rapidly flipping between studying the expressions crossing your face and the view of your pussy stretching around him.

“Oh god, oh,” you repeat mindlessly as he works his way inside of you.

“Fuck” he exhales and locks his eyes on your face before pushing the rest of the way in. When your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack, he knows the image will be seared into his memory.

“Yes, Javi, fuck–” your mantra is cut off with a deep moan as he grinds his hips into yours. You're so full. You run your hands down his back, trying to force him closer. Trying to merge solid bodies into liquid pleasure. Transform physical vessels into the intangible. More.

He begins to slide in and out, never leaving the clutch of your warm walls all the way. His pace steadily increases, along with the intensity of the snap of his hips once he’s as deep as possible inside of you. He folds your knees towards your chest and thrusts with fervor, captivated by the way your tits bounce.

A cacophony of lewd noises bounces off the walls in your room. Your shared panting, the rocking bedframe, the wet slip of his cock sawing into you, the skin-to-skin slap of his heavy balls bouncing against your ass, it’s all a debased symphony together.

A delirious giggle pours from you as the realization strikes. He was right, no need to think; all you need is to feel how perfectly he fills you up. He’s not thrown by your fit of laughter. You think he knows. His mouth is moving, though. He’s speaking to you. You focus with all the effort you can muster.

“Again, cariño. You’re going to come on my cock for me,” he breathes like he’s the one ready to beg. You obey. It takes the slightest touch, swirling your fingers around your sensitive nerves. Watching the tense expression on his face. The weight of his body fucking you into your mattress. You’re clenching around him like you could pull him any deeper.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he drops his mouth to your salty neck, “so well-behaved for me.”

You preen at that. Breathing each other's air.

“These legs still work?” he asks, swatting at your thighs.

“A little,” you shrug.

“Good.” He sits up, pulling your chest into his, breathing with you for a minute as you wrap your legs around him and settle on his lap. “Not done with you yet,” he growls into your hair. You think about the moment at the bar earlier, when he lit your cigarette for you. You hoped he’d be good. You didn’t think he’d be this good.

“Yes, Javi,” you agree as if you know what’s next. He shifts, and you let him arrange your body as he pleases. It’s blissful. Not having to think. He maneuvers you like a doll, but you know you aren’t an object to him. Not with the way he gently rolls you onto your belly, arranging a pillow under your head. You rest your cheek against it and peer dreamily at him. He lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and pauses for a second to admire the way your pussy glistens readily for him. The way your smooth back arches in presentation just for him. But it’s the expression on your face, the insatiable more in your eyes, that gives him purpose.

He kneels behind you and sinks in easily, a groan ripping through his throat as you push your hips back into him with more energy than he expected. You moan loudly in response, attempting to muffle it into the pillow.

“Oh my god, Javi,” you rasp at him. “How can you possibly get any deeper?” you ask incredulously.

“How are you still talking, cariño?” he taunts, picking up an unyielding and brutal pace.

“M’not” you decide, “no thoughts.”

“Fuck” you both echo as he hits a new angle.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg openly, “just like that, Javi, holy shit.” He slips one hand underneath you to play with your swollen clit.

“Yes,” you begin chanting again. But you want him to come. You need it. You slide your own hand under his to replace it. Reaching further to feel the way you’re stretched around him. You wish you could see it. The feeling alone turns your brain to mush.

“Javi?” you plead for his attention. You could sob with the intensity building in your core.

“Yes?” he asks without slowing down.

“Need you to come,” you whine into the pillow your face rocks into.

“Yes, cariño,” he consents.

“No, now. I need you to fill me up, please; I need to feel it,” you beg like you were invented for him in a dream. So perfect.

“I know,” he asserts, “gonna stuff you full,” and that sends you.

“Fuck, Javi, yes, I need it,” you sob out as your muscles flex and contract around him once more.

He grips your spineless frame and tugs your back into his chest. You might be drooling as your head rolls into his shoulder. You register a hand squeezing at your tits as he gives you what you want. A few more harsh thrusts and he’s filling you up. You can feel his cock flexing and straining to give you everything he’s got. Javier’s rough breaths reverberate through your blissfully quiet mind. It’s enough.

He lowers you back to your pillow, still on your knees, and he slides out of you with a soft groan. You echo it, feeling immediately emptier without him.

You stretch across the bed to fish for your cigarettes in your pile of discarded belongings from earlier or maybe a lifetime ago.

He accepts one when you offer and, in turn, offers you the water he asked for earlier. You gratefully accept. You ask if the water trick works on all the women he picks up in dive bars. He argues that it’s not really a trick if the sex happens before you drink it, and you share a real belly laugh at that, realizing he’s right. You finish your cigarettes in a calm silence next to each other. Your mind is quiet. You let out a satisfied little sigh.

He gets up and starts pulling on his jeans. Reality hits you like a brick smashing into your skull. Leaving blood and bone fragments across your pillow. Substances and sex are temporary. Distractions, not solutions. A fleeting release to quell your demons. The ones that reappear back on your shoulders, cackling with glee over the chaos. Your mind is back in action racing. You drag your hands down your face. Holding your eyes shut tightly. You wait, holding your breath. Listening for the sound of your front door opening and closing any second.

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kitthefoxkin · 2 months ago

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KINTYPE LIST!

over the past year, ive experimented with multiple labels and identities. this is to update yall on the creatures i feel connected to and identify as/with!

1. Red Fox

this is my strongest type, and is my main hearttype. i experience phantom limbs, specifically a tail, ears, fangs, muzzle, and being the size of a fox. i also experience the most species dysphoria in regards to my red fox kintype. this has been my longest-lasting identity as well! i own quite a bit of gear for this type, including a tail and multiple self-made masks. for me, red foxes teeter on the line between identifying *with* and identifying *as* one. so far, though, i do consider myself foxhearted! i experience longing for forests and fields, and a burrowed den. i also enjoy collecting and hoarding small items and food, similar to a fox. i specifically know that i have red fur, black paws and ear tips, and a white tail tip with green eyes.

2. Grey Fox

this is much more recent! a few days ago, i did a moodboard for someone regarding a grey fox, and i felt an instant connection. this is definitely a hearttype for me. something about looking at images of these critters makes me feel like im looking at family. grey foxes are most active at dusk and dawn, which i identify with strongly. grey foxes are unique in their ability for climbing trees, which i identify so strongly with! i love climbing up and just perching in a tree, watching people below me. it makes me feel safe and at-home. looking at this image feels like looking in a mirror, honestly. i believe that grey foxes are a strong hearttype for me, and may also dip into kintype territory!

3. Ocelot

again, this is very recent. i made a moodboard i believe just yesterday with these critters and something just clicked. i have experienced multiple feline shifts/behaviors, but i thought they were just cameo shifts. now i know that this is me!! ocelots are nocturnal, extremely territorial, and spend time in dense brush or trees-- all things that i identify with. ocelots mainly live in coastal marshes, mangrove forests, and tropical forests. i feel SO connected to this critter, it's absurd. this is definitely a kintype for me.

4. North American River Otter

our first linktype! i identify voluntarily as a river otter. ive always thought they were really cool and i feel a strong connection to creeks and rivers. i also exhibit multiple otter behaviors, some intentionally and some unintentionally. swimming is also quite euphoric for me! i don't feel entirely aquatic though, and i know i have paws and fur while in the water. this was my first linktype i chose! to me, this is a funlink.

5. Wild Rabbit

this is mostly behavior-based. i experience intense prey instincts, remain alert when outdoors, feel the need to burrow and make a safe place for myself, prefer to be solitary, make nests, and dig! i have quite a few rabbits in my neighborhood, and i feel a strong relation to them. im not quite sure what label fits my experience-- it's not intentional, but doesn't feel involuntary either. more like learned behaviors. i don't feel that i am a rabbit, but i am very much so like a rabbit. i dont identify with rabbits, but i do act and feel like one. it's strange! but burrowing and nesting makes me feel so euphoric :33 i believe this may be a form of copinglink, alongside a deeper involuntary identity.

6. Wolf

this is a copinglink/involuntary identity. again, it's behavior-based. this type feels the strongest whenever i am alone or with another person i care about, especially when in dangerous situations or areas. this is a very general wolf/canine type, as it's not specific to one kind or breed of canine. grey wolf seems to be the strongest, but i also feel shifts and identify as/with black wolves, coastal wolves, dobermans, german shepherds, and other canines! i believe this does partially stem from trauma, as i feel like a feral dog let free from confinement. however, i still identify on some integral level as a wolf, or as someone who was raised by/should have been one.

thats all for now! ill come back and edit this post whenever i see fit to add/remove information and kintypes ^^

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sp4c3-b0y-123 · 2 years ago

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Moodboard Requests: Open

Stimboard Requests: Open

Playlist Requests: Open

Fashion Kits: Open

Self Care Kits: Open

House Decor: Open

Therian Tips: Open

Name Ideas: Open

Neopronoun Ideas: Open

I'm mainly hoping for this to be a therian/otherkin help blog but I will accept other requests! :3

🌟System , Mars will mainly be running this account🌟

☄️Minor // Any but I prefer He/They , Space themed and other Neo Pronous(i LOVE neopronouns)☄️

𓃦I'm transmasc, demiboy, i use xenos and neos. I'm abrosexual and aro/ace flux.𓃦

𓃠We have DID, Autism, Adhd and anxiety𓃠

⛥Kins(Please keep in mind we may post about other kintypes if a diffrent alter is fronting as many of us are therians with diffrent theriotypes, but these are our main ones.)⛥

Alienkin/Spacekin

King Cobra

Cryptidkin (Ghost×Wendigo)

Raptor

Wolf

Red Fox

German Shepherd

Calico Cat

Whale Shark

Lemon Shark

Red Tailed Hawk

~DNI INTERACT LIST~

-Basic Dni(homophobes, racists, p3d0s, z00s, etc) -Proshippers -Anti xenos, neos, therians, furries, etc -Endos -K1nk Blogs(or kinks I just don't really feel comfortable hearing about like age play/pet play) -RCTA

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ultraglittercat · 2 months ago

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The Dearlys (Dalmatian Anthro AU)

Row 1: Patch, Rolly, Lucky, Penny, Freckles, Pepper (animated movie pups)

Row 2: Dottie, Rebecca, Tripod, Two-Tone, Cadpig, Jewel (friends, live action movie, tv series)

Row 3: Dipstick, Whizzer, Digs, Fidget, Rufus, Buddy (live action movie, background pups)

Patch:

oldest boy

loves watching movies and TV, remembers every detail

insecure but very clever, best subject is history

wants to be an actor when he grows up

admires Thunderbolt the German Shepherd actor

heterochromia (right eye blue, left eye brown)

Rolly: (aka Roly Poly)

middle boy

loves eating

terrible at sports, hates them

enjoys trampolines though (not scared of heights)

likes practical jokes

brown eyes

Lucky:

youngest boy

uses lots of British slang

loves watching movies and TV, can’t always recall details

admires Patch (but Patch does not know this)

likes to run, gets winded easily (asthmatic)

blue eyes

Penny:

oldest girl

tattletale

polite to grown-ups, rude to kids

does not like getting dirty

very pretty but kind of vain

blue eyes

Freckles:

youngest girl

doesn’t understand sarcasm

good at painting

likes going to the mountains (thinks they’re pretty)

misses the obvious (family loves her though)

green eyes

Pepper:

middle girl

enjoys sports, fastest in her family

very energetic and cheerful

loves to give hugs

also loves to get dirty

brown eyes

Dottie (love interest to Dipstick, no relation)

shy and sensitive

hobby is photography

a bit clumsy, carries bandages just in case

wants to be a mother when she grows up

teal eyes

Rebecca (love interest to Lucky, no relation)

studious and responsible

likes to scooter and rollerblade

was born in the country but adapted to city life too

has a ‘crush’ on Lucky

light blue eyes

Tripod (love interest to Cadpig, no relation)

smug, confident, and ‘cool’

has a hidden soft side

very athletic despite handicap

has a ‘crush’ on Cadpig but would deny it

brown eyes

Two-tone:

older girl

has a new ‘crush’ every week

distracted easily, has ADHD

optimistic and sees the best in everyone

no sense of direction

green eyes

Cadpig:

middle girl

practices yoga

environmentally conscious

hobby is reading

passive-aggressive when annoyed with someone

blue eyes

Jewel:

younger girl

likes playing dress up and being fancy

taught herself how to knit, but can only make socks

is scared of bugs

doesn’t like charades or other guessing games

brown eyes

Dipstick:

middle boy

not very good at reading

likes classic cars

a follower, not a leader

has a ‘crush’ on Dottie (dalmatian from another family)

brown eyes

Whizzer:

middle boy

brave to the point of foolishness

‘secret’ shame is he wets the bed (the others don’t care)

loves Halloween and spooky stories

best friends with Dipstick

blue eyes

Digs:

older boy

enjoys nature

loves building things and taking them apart

best subject is science/chemistry

messy but otherwise good role model

brown eyes

Fidget:

older boy

hardly stands still in photos

good at tag, terrible at hide and seek

hates train rides (so boring!)

an excellent drummer

green eyes

Rufus:

younger boy

loud but dreadful musician

catchphrase is “Am I right?” (usually when wrong)

loves video games

hates being ignored

blue eyes

Buddy:

younger boy

has an active imagination

loves dinosaurs

nervous habit of chewing on a bone

admires Pongo

green eyes

other notes

Penny’s personality and appearance is based off her scrapped concept for 101 Dalmatians the Series.

No Little Dipper, Domino, or Oddball because Dipstick and Dottie are not grown up yet.

Absolutely no Lucky x Two-Tone. They’re siblings, that’s gross.

Dottie is the nicest girl and Patch is the nicest boy. Dipstick is never intentionally mean.

I didn’t want Rolly to be the only large pup, so Digs and Two-Tone are heavy set too.

Cadpig is not the youngest but she is smaller than average, like Lucky and Rebecca.

I think Cadpig, Tripod, Dipstick, and Whizzer have bonded over their unflattering names.

Freckles and Pepper (mentioned but not seen in the animated movie) were made girls for diversity.

I would like to include some of the other TV series animals, Mooch, Lt. Pug, and Spot for sure. I think Pug would be interesting age-shifted as Lou Tennant the angry hall monitor. lol

Some of the adult animals can be school staff. In particular I see Captain the sheepdog as principal and Tibbs the cat as a teacher.

Other Disney characters might cross over later! I’m just starting this and figuring out world building.

Oh, and this is also on deviantart! I'm UltraGlitterCat there, no surprise.

#disney #dalmatians #101 dalmatians #patch #lucky #rolly #disney patch #disney lucky #disney rolly #dearlys AU #pixel art #icon #fanart #my stuff

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skylarstarlight · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2: Who Broke It?

Hunting Dogs & Cat Adventures

Silence.

While it may be reassuring to some, in this household it merely served as a countdown for when chaos would inevitably break loose. Silence could not be achieved for long, not unless they were all asleep.

Silence was a warning.

CRASH–!

"Jouno!" A deep bark sounded from the living room.

"It wasn’t me!" Hissed Jouno in reply, walking out of the kitchen to confront the German Shepherd that had accused him, sitting in the doorframe with a look of contempt, tail laid elegantly atop his front paws.

"Then who was it?" Tecchou asked, confusion evident despite lack of expression or intonation.

"I don’t know, Teruko?"

"Don’t you peasants look at me! I was getting my beauty sleep." A few yips from the lounge denied that accusation.

"Well, it cannot be Tachihara either, since he’s with me, asleep." Tecchou’s tail flicked in the direction of the Beagle that leaned on him, somehow not stirred awake by the sudden sound.

"Well it wasn’t me, I was on top of the fridge, that’s not even close to whatever fell." The cat provided an alibi for what would soon turn into an investigation.

"I think it was a potted plant– also didn’t Fukuchi tell you to stop climbing the fridge, Jouno?"

"I’ll listen to that human when mutts learn to fly. it’s comfortable up there, and pleasantly warm."

"...aren’t fridges cold?"

"The machinery runs hot, you brainless furball."

"Right. So then who did knock it over?" Tecchou changed the subject, not finding it necessary to argue while there were more important matters at hand. Disagreeing with Jouno would only guarantee a lengthy argument.

"I still think it’s Teruko" Jouno extended and retracted his claws, scratching the surface of the tile floor, but not doing damage.

“Pointing paws just makes you more suspicious, eyeless! When I tell you I was asleep, I mean it! Now my beautiful fur is all dirty…” Teruko whined, finally entering the room… covered head to toe in soil.

“See? Clearly, she’s the culprit!” The cat bit, huffing in indignation.

“But she said she didn’t do it–”

“She’s a bold-faced liar, then! How else would she have gotten dirty if not for the brutal murder of the houseplant?”

“Because the thing fell right on top of me as I was sleeping on the sofa!” Teruko barked, shaking off some dirt from her fur.

“...the sofa got dirty?” Tecchou perked up.

“...the old man won’t like that…” Jouno added.

A collective shudder ran through all the animals, causing Tachihara to get stirred awake as he leaned against Tecchou. Blinking his sleepy eyes, it does not take him long to notice the gathering.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re saying our prayers.” Teruko said, at the same time Tecchou explained “A plant fell into the sofa.”

Another shudder ran through them, this time with Tachihara included. That sofa was off limits, and they all knew it– and now it was befouled by one of them… and none of them wanted to admit to it.

“...am I going to be put back on the street?” Tachihara was the first to speak up, a fearful whine audible in his voice as his tail hung low.

“...I’ll be damned if I get put back in that godawful shelter, I’m too cute for that. Teruko, just admit you did it! We all know it–” Jouno hissed to the pomeranian to his left.

“I did no such thing, fleabag! I am telling you it fell on me!”

“No one is being sent away over this. Clearly, he cares for us.” Tecchou interjects, raising to his feet, his height meaning he towered above all of them. “At worst, we’ll be stuck with dry food for a couple weeks and get locked in a room when he’s away.”

Several seconds, no one spoke, and simple silence fell.

“...you know what, on second thought, the shelter wasn’t all bad.” Jouno spoke flatly, getting up to walk away.

“You’re going to just flee like that?!” Indignant yipping from Teruko, followed by a growl. “You coward!”

“Actually, I was going to flee like this . Goodbye, and the best of luck with your odds of survival.”

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

From the tips of his paws upward, Jouno’s silhouette grew blurry, and before you could blink twice, there was no longer a white cat among the group, instead all that was there was the faint afterglow of something vaguely cat-shaped.

“Take me with you!” Tachihara whined, to no avail. His pleas did not get heard, or at least not acknowledged.

“Traitor! Don’t side with the feline bastard! He is no longer one of us–”

“He’ll be back.” Tecchou said, not quite following the universal panic that had broken out among the pets.

“I’ll make him into a fur coat when he does! Creating this mess, covering me in dirt and trying to make me take the fall for it! I’ll turn him into a kitten and–”

“We have no proof to suggest that he’s the culprit.”

“He’s a cat , Tecchou! When plants get knocked over, those are the first you should question! Only the guilty flee like cowards, and he is nowhere to be found.”

“Actually… I don’t think it was him, either…” Tachihara spoke up from behind Tecchou’s front paw, shielded almost completely from view before ducking so his face was no longer stuffed into the fur of the German Shepherd’s chest. “He quite liked the plant that got destroyed… he mentioned to me a couple times how it smells nice, I think it was his favourite. If he wanted to knock a plant–”

What he was going to say would remain forever unknown, as rummaging could be heard behind the door, the clicking sound of key knocking together and a lock being turned.

“Rats– he’s back! Every dog for themselves!” Teruko exclaimed, before running off as fast as her tiny legs could carry her forward, diving under the couch, though her red-ish tail still stuck from beneath it, clearly giving her position away. Tachihara simply found a spot between Tecchou’s front legs and Tecchou… Tecchou just sat there and waited, as he did not do anything wrong and thus saw no reason to flee. Even if he had been the culprit, he’d still take accountability.

“I’m home!” A loud voice called out, sound bouncing off the walls, effectively announcing the presence for anyone that had somehow missed the loud creaking of the front door. Each step was a heavy thud as Fukuchi stepped into the living room. “Hello Tecchou.” Petting his head, Fukuchi bent his knees to speak to him. “Where’s the others, huh, buddy?” A chuckle that indicated that Tachihara had been spotted but intentionally ignored was what betrayed the rather shallow act.

“And Teruko, little lass, did something get stuck under the couch while I was away?” With one hand, the couch got lifted up, tilting it onto its back legs. There lay Teruko, a discarded tennis ball not too far from her as she gave her most innocent face. “Was it so dirty under the couch? Sorry girl, I gotta learn how to clean better.” Laughter again, thankfully no suspicion was voiced. “Now where’s Jouno? Is he on top of the fridge again?”

The pets exchanged a nervous look that Fukuchi could not intercept, as he didn’t speak their language. None of them knew where Jouno was, and that might become a problem really soon.

“Hm, no, not up there. Well, he’ll find his way back, wherever he is.” Two fingers twirled at the moustache, showing indifference at Jouno’s whereabouts.

A collective sigh of relief came from both Tachihara and Teruko, as Tecchou still sat completely still and aloof. However, that relief would be short-lived, as Fukuchi next went to the lounge.

“Oh, we are so dead–” Tachihara trembled, all 3 of the animals following all the way to the doorframe to observe the reaction to the mess.

And there it lay, right on the floor, a shattered blue terracotta pot with soil everywhere, making a pattern on the floor and smudges on the sofa. It did not look pretty. Above it, an open window with the wind only spreading that dirt further into the corners of the room, as if to add insult to injury.

Fukuchi did not speak for a bit after he took in the sight, before he shrugged and closed the window, locking it.

“That’s what I get for not shutting windows properly when it storms, I suppose. Message received. What a mess…” A disgruntled grumble could be heard, yet that annoyance was not directed at any of the dogs present or cats absent.

“The wind knocked it over? How lame.” Spoke a voice from behind them, and Tachihara nearly jumped out of his fur. There sat Jouno, his approach completely unnoticed by all three dogs despite the bell that hung from his neck.

“You, feline traitor, have some nerve showing your face here!” Teruko immediately shot into the offensive, but Tecchou put a stop to her certain assault by picking her up by the neck fur. “HEY! UNHAND ME! I am no pup anymore! How dare you, you heathen?!” Legs dangling in the air, trying to make contact with anything yet not colliding with anything but void, he simply let her rage as Jouno sat there calmly.

“Oh, Jouno, there you are! I knew you couldn’t be far, but the open window had me guessing, you sneaky cat.” Fukuchi kneeled before him to pat him, and that hand met Jouno as he held the most unimpressed expression on his facial features.

“If I wanted to flee, a closed window wouldn’t stop me, old man.” He sneered, but all Fukuchi heard was a half-annoyed meow, and so the man laughed.

“Right, never been affectionate. Well then, if you’re all here, time for dinner.”

Dinner! As if a magic word, all 4 pets showed sudden interest, to varying degrees. Teruko went limp in Tecchou’s hold, who gently lowered her back to the floor, and so the group followed right behind their human toward the kitchen.

Four plates were served, and only the content sound of eating animals were audible, the shattered pot already forgotten and discarded in a bin.

Silence filled the house once more.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bsd #bsd hunting dogs #hd&c adventures #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #hunting dogs bsd #suegiku #bsd jouno #bsd tecchou #bsd tetcho #bsd teruko #bsd tachihara #bsd fukuchi

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mx-princey · 2 years ago

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Puppies World 3D Review

Disclaimer: I have not 100% Nintendogs, have not played the newer Nintendogs+Cats editions, and rarely if ever used the commands feature in my Nintendogs game, so if some of my comparisons seem off that is probably why.

So, since the 3DS EShop was closing, I decided to get a couple of games that happened to grab my attention, and one I was curious about was Puppies World 3D. I had been playing a bit of Nintendogs recently and wanted to see how it would compare. That is what lead me to make this review. So, let's get into it :-)

The models for the puppies are exceptionally cute, and I actually find them cuter than the Nintendogs models. I am particularly fond of the German Shepherd model, so I chose that as my first dog and named him Beanie.

It was an interesting choice to have the in-game days progress at a faster rate than real life days. It tripped me up at first, having been used to the Nintendogs real-world tied system of time, but was quickly adjusted once I realised what was happening. However, the inclusion of a time system in the game becomes rather redundant when all in-game actions can be taken as many times as the user likes. The fact that there are no time limits is very appreciated, even if it is confusing. It is also nice to have the dog notify you when it needs care with the icon.

The animated pixel art featured for the icons and dog tricks are also very cute, and I admire them a lot, especially considering simpler icons could have done the job just fine if the developers had so chosen.

The fact that tricks are learned through a drag-n-drop minigame is an unexpected concept, but an appreciated one all the same. The mic-input tricks of Nintendogs may have been more immersive, but the minigame approach in Puppies World 3D is much less frustrating (and embarrassing) than yelling commands at your console. Although this does get quite tedious after a while, since the game wants you to complete this minigame maybe around ten times for each of the eight tricks.

The game introduces some photo modes, including the ability to take photos of and place stickers on the photos of your dogs, as well as a AR mode, that lets you take a photo of your room and then play with your dog there (albeit only letting you play with discs and tennis balls). There is also supposedly an AR-Card mode, which I assume would function like the AR cards that came bundled with the 3DS, but since I don't have access to the card I can't actually say. Actually pretty ingenious in my opinion, though it is disappointing that they seem to have only done the bare minimum with the concept.

However, these are where the positives end. Unfortunately, the gameplay falls flat compared to that of nintendogs.

The disc throwing physics are not as dynamic of fun to use, and can feel sluggish and weighed down, even on more powerful throws (the same goes for the tennis balls, which throw like they have weights inside), not to mention the difficulty that the puppies have actually catching the disc. You could be spending tens of minutes throwing the disc for your dog before it even catches it a single time, and when it finally does, you will be disappointed by the total lack of animation or character when it does so. It is more than just challenging - it is nothing but frustration. If there is a trick to making this minigame easier, the game certainly does not make it easy for you to work it out.

The game also copies the concept of walks and the park. The walking simulator is fine, allowing you to take your dog out for a walk in a 3D neighbourhood populated with various characters. The characters, at least to me, feel quite flat though- and not just because they utilise static 2D sprites. All they seem to be is game tips with faces, barely any substance. I wasn't expecting characters in a childrens petsim game to be the most compelling, but even Nintendogs managed to make an interesting character, ie Archie, who was entertaining and memorable.

The park is also very grating on the eyes, functioning like Nintendog's park, but with no other dogs to play with and assets that look like they were pulled straight from stock photo packs and copy pasted around the landscape. The landscape being practically a block of offensively vibrant green.

But the worst offender of all is the "combination tricks" this game introduced. Conceptually, it is actually very interesting! Tricks that have to be performed by selecting two other tricks at once, such as combining "sit" and "speak" to perform "yawn." It introduces a challenge beyond just commanding your dog to do one trick - there is an element of memory too. But then you get to actually performing the tricks... and it quickly becomes clear that this portion of the game, at least to me, has intricacies that are difficult to understand and are not explained. Many of the combination tricks are very fun and interesting to discover, like the breakdance and ballerina moves. But then some just seem to not make sense and seem to be misprogrammed, like "sneeze" having the dog stand up on its hind legs and wave its paws as if it were begging, and then the actual "beg" command only having the dog play the "paw" animation (raising a single paw while sitting), but mirrored. And then you enter the competitions, and it gets worse. They will start telling you to give your dog commands that I haven't found any way to perform. It is possible that they are just extra hidden commands, but as far as I can tell, you are only able to combine two commands together, and I have tried every combination, and still not found some of the commands they are requesting, such as "howl." Even if they are hidden behind some sort of mechanic or "level," these mysterious combination commands are never explained! Either it is the result of an unfinished game, or it is bad game design that leaves you confused and frustrated. Either way, I ended up feeling cheated after the effort I put in to train my dog, and very confused and disappointed. I dis not enjoy this.

Some immersion breaking nitpicks are that at each point that the time of in-game day changes, the game stops you for a moment while it resets your room. It also locks you out of taking any actions at all while your dog is eating or drinking, placing you in a glorified cutscene. Also, the "mentor" character greets you every in-game morning with "Congrats! Challenge Clear!" Which if having someone intrude your home every morning wasn't hellish enough is very interruptive and robotic, too.

All in all, I have found it a game that I am able to enjoy, but which has some glaring issues that keep it from having the same charm or level of enjoyment as the ever so classic Nintendogs. If you are interested in this game, I would say that it is worth a try if you can find it for cheap (or dare I say free), but overall you're probably better off with a copy of Nintendogs, or maybe even not playing at all.

Also, I wish the pixel art icons for this game were avaliable online somewhere. I do quite like those. And the homescreen icon is very cute as well.

Anyway say hi to Beanie ❤️

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royal-sheps-dog-kennel · 6 days ago

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Best Dog Shop in Dehradun – Find Your Perfect Pet Today

Are you looking for a dog shop in Dehradun where you can find healthy, well-bred puppies and professional pet care services? Finding the perfect furry companion is an important decision, and you deserve a trusted place that offers not only high-quality breeds but also expert advice and aftercare support.

At Royal Sheps, we take pride in being the most reliable dog shop in Dehradun, offering a wide variety of purebred and trained puppies. Whether you’re looking for a German Shepherd, Labrador, Golden Retriever, or any other breed, we ensure that every puppy is healthy, well-socialized, and ethically bred.

Why Choose Royal Sheps – The Best Dog Shop in Dehradun?

When it comes to selecting a pet, choosing a reputable breeder and pet shop is crucial. Here’s what makes Royal Sheps the best choice for dog lovers in Dehradun:

1. High-Quality Purebred Puppies

At Royal Sheps, we specialize in offering purebred and healthy puppies with proper certifications. Whether you're looking for a guard dog, a family pet, or a show-quality breed, we provide dogs with excellent lineage and temperament. Our puppies are bred in a hygienic environment with proper medical care, ensuring they grow up to be strong and well-adjusted pets.

2. Expert Breeding & Ethical Practices

We follow ethical breeding practices, ensuring that all our dogs are treated with love and care. Our breeding standards prioritize health, temperament, and socialization so that each puppy is well-behaved and adaptable. Unlike unethical breeders, we do not promote inbreeding or poor breeding practices that could lead to genetic issues.

3. Health & Vaccination Assurance

Every puppy at Royal Sheps undergoes regular veterinary check-ups, deworming, and vaccinations before being handed over to its new family. We provide complete health records and guidance on pet care, diet, and training to help you raise a happy and healthy dog.

4. Variety of Dog Breeds Available

Our dog shop in Dehradun offers a wide selection of breeds, including:

German Shepherd – Intelligent, loyal, and protective.

Labrador Retriever – Friendly, affectionate, and great with families.

Golden Retriever – Playful, loving, and easy to train.

Siberian Husky – Beautiful, energetic, and intelligent.

Beagle – Small, active, and great for apartments.

Pug – Cute, playful, and perfect for families.

No matter which breed you prefer, we ensure that each puppy is of the best quality and raised in a loving environment.

5. Professional Guidance & Aftercare Support

At Royal Sheps, our responsibility doesn’t end when you take your puppy home. We provide lifetime guidance and aftercare support, helping you with:

✅ Puppy training and behavior tips ✅ Nutritional guidance for a healthy diet ✅ Vaccination schedules and medical advice ✅ Grooming and hygiene recommendations

We are always available to answer any queries you may have regarding your pet’s health, behavior, or general care.

Choosing the Right Dog for Your Family

When selecting a dog, consider your lifestyle, home environment, and personal preferences. Here are some factors to keep in mind:

Space: Large breeds like German Shepherds and Labradors require more space, while smaller breeds like Pugs and Beagles are suitable for apartments.

Time Commitment: Some dogs need more exercise and attention than others. If you have a busy schedule, consider a low-maintenance breed.

Purpose: Are you looking for a family pet, a guard dog, or a working dog? Each breed has different traits and capabilities.

Allergies & Shedding: Some breeds shed more than others. If you have allergies, hypoallergenic breeds like Poodles may be a better option.

Our team at Royal Sheps will help you select the perfect dog based on your requirements and lifestyle.

Why Dehradun Dog Lovers Trust Royal Sheps?

Royal Sheps has earned a reputation as the most trusted dog shop in Dehradun due to our commitment to quality, customer satisfaction, and ethical breeding. Here’s why our customers keep coming back:

✔ Genuine and high-quality breeds✔ Affordable pricing with complete documentation✔ Healthy puppies raised in a loving environment✔ Personalized advice and expert guidance✔ Excellent after-sales support and training assistance

Visit the Best Dog Shop in Dehradun Today!

If you’re searching for the best dog shop in Dehradun, look no further than Royal Sheps. We are passionate about connecting dog lovers with the perfect pet while ensuring a happy and healthy life for every puppy.

Visit us today and bring home your new best friend! 🐶

📍 Location: H, 258, Kaulagarh Rd, Kaulagarh, Dehradun, Uttarakhand 248001 📞 Contact Us: 081711 52222 Name - Royal Sheps Dog Kennel

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wallisjenny5 · 7 days ago

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Affordable Puppy Shops in Delhi for Every Budget

Navigating the bustling streets of Delhi to find the ideal puppy store can feel overwhelming. Whether you're welcoming a furry companion into your life or need expert advice on pet care, this guide will help you identify the best options available. From essential tips for choosing a reputable shop to discovering standout stores like The Barking Babies, we’ve got you covered.

Why Selecting the Right Puppy Store is Crucial

Bringing a puppy home is a long-term commitment, and it's essential to choose a reliable store. A reputable puppy shop ensures that the puppies are healthy, well-socialized, and come from ethical breeders. Such stores also offer post-sale support to help you navigate the challenges of raising your new pet. By selecting the right shop, you give your furry friend the best start in life, ensuring both their well-being and your satisfaction.

Key Considerations When Choosing a Puppy Shop in Delhi

When looking for a puppy store in Delhi, there are several important factors to keep in mind. First, a health guarantee is crucial. You should only trust stores that offer a health guarantee for their puppies, as this reflects the store’s confidence in the quality of their pets. Ethical breeding practices are equally important; it’s essential to verify that the puppies are sourced from ethical breeders and not puppy mills, as this directly affects the health and temperament of the puppies.

Another key factor is the cleanliness of the store. A well-maintained store reflects the level of care and attention the owners give to the puppies. A clean environment indicates that the puppies are kept in healthy and comfortable surroundings. You should also look for a store that offers a variety of breeds. This ensures you can find a puppy that matches your preferences and lifestyle. Additionally, knowledgeable staff are crucial. They can guide you through the process of selecting a breed, provide insights into breed characteristics, and offer valuable care and health advice.

Discovering the Best Puppy Stores in Delhi

One of the top names among pet enthusiasts in Delhi is The Barking Babies. Located in prime areas like Rajouri Garden, Punjabi Bagh, Rohini, and others, this store stands out for its commitment to quality. The store offers a wide range of puppy breeds, including popular choices like Shih Tzus and Beagles, and is known for its expert guidance and hygienic facilities. Their knowledgeable staff is always ready to assist you in selecting the right breed based on your lifestyle and preferences.

The Barking Babies maintains impeccable cleanliness, ensuring that all puppies are kept in hygienic environments. This focus on cleanliness and the health of the puppies makes it a trusted destination for prospective pet owners.

Popular Puppy Breeds in Delhi: Choosing the Right Companion

When it comes to selecting a puppy, breed matters as much as the store itself. In Delhi, some of the most popular puppy breeds include Labrador Retrievers, which are known for their friendly and playful nature, making them perfect for families with children. Golden Retrievers, similar to Labradors, are gentle, intelligent, and make excellent companions. Beagles, on the other hand, are small and energetic, making them ideal for apartment living. Shih Tzus are a great choice for those who prefer smaller breeds, as they are affectionate and fluffy. For those looking for a loyal and protective companion, German Shepherds are an excellent option, offering both intelligence and courage.

Why The Barking Babies Should Be Your First Choice

The Barking Babies has earned its reputation as one of Delhi’s best puppy stores due to its wide variety of breeds, expert staff, and commitment to cleanliness. With several convenient locations across the city, it’s a trusted destination for prospective pet owners. Whether you're a first-time dog owner or an experienced one, the store's focus on customer satisfaction and puppy well-being ensures a positive experience from start to finish.

Conclusion: Bringing Joy Home

Finding the right puppy store in Delhi requires research and careful consideration. By focusing on factors like health guarantees, ethical practices, and knowledgeable staff, you can make an informed decision. Whether you choose The Barking Babies or another reputable store, your priority should always be the well-being of your future furry companion. With proper preparation and care, welcoming a puppy into your home can be a joyous and rewarding experience that will enrich your life for years to come.

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canineunited43 · 8 days ago

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Buying a Dog for Kids: Tips for Choosing a Family-Friendly Breed

When it comes to adding a new member to the family, buying a dog for kids can be a great way to teach responsibility, build emotional bonds, and offer a companion for play and adventure. However, not all dogs are equally suited for life with children. The right breed can make a huge difference in how well the dog integrates into your family dynamic. Here's a guide to help you choose the perfect family-friendly dog for your kids.

1. Consider Temperament

The temperament of the dog is one of the most important factors to consider when choosing a breed for children. Dogs that are known for being patient, gentle, and tolerant tend to be the best fit for families with kids. Breeds like Golden Retrievers, Labradors, and Beagles are often described as friendly, easy-going, and great with children. They are generally patient and can handle the occasional rough play that comes with young kids.

2. Size Matters

When it comes to buying a dog for kids, size does matter. Larger dogs can be overwhelming to younger children, especially toddlers, and may accidentally hurt them while playing. Conversely, small dogs may be more fragile and could get injured by a child who doesn’t understand how to handle them gently. Medium-sized breeds, such as Bulldogs or Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, are often ideal for families with kids, as they strike the perfect balance between size and temperament.

3. Energy Level

Think about the energy level of both the dog and your family. If your kids are active and love outdoor play, a high-energy breed like a Border Collie or Australian Shepherd might be a great fit. These dogs are full of energy and enjoy activities like running, hiking, and playing fetch. However, if your family has a more relaxed routine, a breed with a lower energy level, such as a Basset Hound or Shih Tzu, might be a better option.

4. Age of Your Children

The age of your children plays a significant role in choosing the right breed. For families with toddlers, it’s important to select a breed that is tolerant and patient with the unpredictable nature of young children. Breeds like Pugs, Beagles, and Boxers are known for their playful, yet patient, demeanor. Older children may be ready for a more energetic dog that can keep up with their activity level, such as a Labrador Retriever or a German Shepherd.

5. Grooming Needs

Some families prefer dogs that require minimal grooming, while others don’t mind the upkeep of a breed that needs regular brushing. If you want a low-maintenance dog, consider breeds like the Dachshund or French Bulldog, which have short coats and require less grooming. If you don’t mind brushing your dog regularly, a Poodle or a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel may be a good option, though their coats need regular care.

6. Training and Socialization

Training is essential for any dog, especially if you have children. Some dogs naturally require more training and socialization than others. Breeds like Golden Retrievers and Labrador Retrievers are generally easy to train, making them a good choice for families who are new to dog ownership. Professional dog training can be a great resource if you're looking to ensure your dog is well-behaved around your kids. Training your dog properly will help prevent undesirable behaviors and strengthen the bond between your child and their new furry friend.

7. Safety Considerations

Safety should always be a top priority when choosing a dog for your children. While most dogs are friendly, some breeds are better suited for families with young children than others. Researching the behavior of different breeds will help you make an informed decision. It’s important to note that no matter the breed, supervision is always necessary when dogs and children are together.

8. Buying a Dog

Once you’ve narrowed down your list of potential breeds, the next step is to find a responsible source for purchasing your new family dog. Reputable breeders, shelters, and rescue organizations are the best places to find a healthy, well-adjusted dog. If you’re unsure of where to start, this guide on buying a dog can offer valuable tips on what to look for in a breeder, how to ensure the dog is healthy, and how to choose the right one for your family.

9. Prepare for Responsibility

Remember, owning a dog is a long-term commitment. It’s not just about playing and cuddling; it also involves providing food, exercise, and healthcare. If your kids are old enough, this is a great opportunity to teach them about responsibility and the needs of a pet. Getting your children involved in daily care routines like feeding, walking, and grooming will help them build a strong bond with their new dog.

Conclusion

Buying a dog for kids can be a wonderful decision, bringing joy and companionship to your family. The right breed will depend on your family’s lifestyle, your children’s ages, and the amount of time you can dedicate to training and care. By choosing a breed that fits well with your family dynamic and investing in proper training, you’ll set the stage for a happy, healthy relationship with your new furry friend. And if you ever need guidance in training or buying a dog, professional resources are always available to help you along the way.

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tregoodgermanshepherds · 5 months ago

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German Shepherd Puppy Care Tips: Essential Advice for New Owners

Welcoming a German Shepherd puppy into your home is an exciting and rewarding experience. These loyal and intelligent dogs are known for their strong work ethic and protective nature, making them excellent companions. However, raising a German Shepherd puppy comes with its own set of challenges and responsibilities.

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aparichitt · 24 days ago

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If you're considering bringing a dog into your home, there are many dogs for sale that can make great companions. Dogs are loyal, affectionate, and provide great companionship, but choosing the right breed and understanding its care needs is essential to ensuring a happy and healthy relationship between you and your new pet. Whether you’re looking for a playful puppy or an older dog, there are numerous breeds available that suit various lifestyles, living situations, and activity levels.

Here’s a guide to some popular dog breeds for sale and important tips on choosing the right dog for you.

1. Labrador Retriever

Labrador Retrievers are one of the most popular dog breeds in the world. Known for their friendly, easy-going personalities, and intelligence, Labs make excellent family pets and are great with children and other animals.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Labradors are active dogs and require daily exercise. Regular walks and playtime are essential to keep them healthy and happy.

Training: Labs are highly trainable and excel in obedience. Positive reinforcement is key to their training success.

Grooming: They have short, dense coats that shed, so regular brushing helps reduce shedding. Occasional baths will keep them clean.

2. German Shepherd

German Shepherds are known for their loyalty, intelligence, and versatility. They are often used as working dogs in various fields, such as police, military, and service work. With proper training, German Shepherds make excellent family pets.

Care Tips:

Exercise: German Shepherds are high-energy dogs that need plenty of exercise to stay fit and content. Daily runs or vigorous play sessions are ideal.

Training: They are highly intelligent and eager to please, which makes them relatively easy to train. Early socialization is important to prevent aggression.

Grooming: Regular brushing is essential to manage their thick double coat. They shed year-round, so be prepared for some shedding.

3. Golden Retriever

Golden Retrievers are known for their friendly and outgoing personalities. They are intelligent, gentle, and excellent with children, making them one of the most popular family pets. Golden Retrievers also excel as therapy dogs and service dogs due to their temperament.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Golden Retrievers are active and love to play. They require daily exercise and mental stimulation, including walks, runs, or fetch games.

Training: These dogs are highly trainable and respond well to positive reinforcement. Consistent training helps prevent behavioral issues.

Grooming: Golden Retrievers have long, thick coats that shed heavily. Regular brushing helps manage shedding and keep their coats healthy.

4. Beagle

Beagles are friendly, curious, and great with children. They have a strong sense of smell, making them excellent hunting and tracking dogs. Beagles are also known for their playful nature and need plenty of attention and exercise.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Beagles are energetic dogs that love to explore. They require daily walks and playtime to burn off their energy.

Training: Beagles can be a bit independent due to their hunting instincts, so training requires patience and consistency. Early socialization is key to their success.

Grooming: They have short, low-maintenance coats. Regular brushing and occasional baths will keep them clean.

5. Bulldog

Bulldogs are known for their calm, affectionate personalities. They are gentle and loyal, making them great companions for families and individuals. Bulldogs are relatively low-energy, which makes them ideal for apartment living.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Bulldogs have low exercise needs and are content with short daily walks. They do not require intense physical activity.

Training: Bulldogs are generally easygoing and easy to train, but they can be a bit stubborn. Positive reinforcement works best with this breed.

Grooming: Bulldogs have short coats that require minimal grooming, but you should clean the folds on their face to prevent skin infections.

6. Poodle

Poodles come in three sizes: Standard, Miniature, and Toy. They are highly intelligent, trainable, and known for their hypoallergenic coats. Poodles are active and enjoy mental stimulation, making them great companions for families and individuals alike.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Poodles require regular exercise, including walks, runs, and playtime. They are energetic and thrive on activities that engage their minds.

Training: Poodles are highly trainable due to their intelligence. Consistent training and early socialization are important.

Grooming: Poodles have curly coats that require regular grooming to prevent matting. Regular haircuts are essential to keep their coats looking neat and healthy.

7. French Bulldog

French Bulldogs are small, affectionate dogs with a playful and charming personality. They are known for their distinctive bat-like ears and short snouts. French Bulldogs make great companions for apartment dwellers due to their small size and low exercise needs.

Care Tips:

Exercise: French Bulldogs are not very active and require only short walks. They enjoy lounging and spending time with their owners.

Training: They are relatively easy to train but can be a bit stubborn. Early socialization helps them develop good behavior.

Grooming: French Bulldogs have short, easy-to-maintain coats. However, they can be prone to skin folds and should be cleaned regularly to avoid infections.

8. Dachshund

Dachshunds are small, lively dogs known for their long bodies and short legs. They are friendly, curious, and make great companions for people who are looking for a smaller dog. Dachshunds are also known for their courage and independence.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Dachshunds require regular walks and playtime. While they are small, they are active and love to explore.

Training: Dachshunds can be independent and a bit stubborn, so training requires patience. Early socialization is important to help them get along with other pets and people.

Grooming: Dachshunds come in three coat types—smooth, longhaired, and wiry. Each coat type requires different grooming, but regular brushing and occasional baths are necessary.

9. Chihuahua

Chihuahuas are the smallest dog breed in the world, known for their big personalities in tiny bodies. They are loyal, energetic, and protective of their owners. Despite their small size, Chihuahuas have a strong sense of confidence and tend to be quite vocal.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Chihuahuas are small but energetic and require regular exercise, such as short walks and play sessions.

Training: They are intelligent but can be a bit stubborn, so training should be consistent and positive. Socialization is important to prevent excessive barking or aggression.

Grooming: Chihuahuas have short or long coats, depending on the variety. Regular brushing and occasional baths will keep them clean and healthy.

10. Rottweiler

Rottweilers are large, strong, and loyal dogs known for their protective nature. They are excellent family pets when raised in a stable environment and can be good with children when properly trained and socialized.

Care Tips:

Exercise: Rottweilers are high-energy dogs that require daily exercise, including walks and mental stimulation. They thrive in active households.

Training: Rottweilers are intelligent and eager to please, making them highly trainable. Consistent and firm training is essential, especially with socialization.

Grooming: Rottweilers have short, dense coats that shed seasonally. Regular brushing will help manage shedding.

Things to Consider Before Buying a Dog:

Lifestyle: Consider your lifestyle and how much time you can commit to a dog. Some dogs require more exercise and training than others, so choose a breed that fits your activity level and living situation.

Size: Larger dogs typically require more space, while smaller dogs are often better suited for apartments or smaller homes. Make sure to choose a breed that fits your living environment.

Allergies: Some people are allergic to dogs, so consider hypoallergenic breeds if you or someone in your household has allergies.

Training and Socialization: Some dogs are more independent or difficult to train, so be prepared to invest time in socializing and training your new pet.

Lifespan and Care: Dogs have varying lifespans, with some breeds living longer than others. Ensure you're ready for the long-term care commitment that comes with owning a dog.

Conclusion:

When looking for dogs for sale, it’s important to research the breed that best fits your lifestyle and living situation. Whether you're interested in a playful Labrador Retriever, a tiny Chihuahua, or a loyal Rottweiler, there’s a dog breed that can become a wonderful companion for your family. Be sure to purchase from a reputable breeder or shelter to ensure the health and well-being of your new dog. With the right care, training, and love, your dog will be a loyal and cherished member of your family for many years.

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