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FNAFTober Day 5: It Was Just a Glitch!
(DEAD ANIMAL WARNING! - ITS PIXELATED BUT THERE VERY MUCH IS BLOOD!!!)
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Got inspired by the FNAF 6 Fruit Maze minigame, namely how Susie was tricked by Afton with the mention of her dead dog.
I tried to mimic the FNAF 4 style a bit in the first one, but I ended up just kinda combining a few of the different pixel art styles. It was much more difficult to do than I expected, I won’t lie. I like how they turned out tho!
Likes and Reblogs are appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK!
Unfiltered Versions and Prompt List under the cut! Go check out the creator of this list, @/miiilowo!
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#heero yuy#新機動戦記ガンダムW: ENDLESS WALTZ#gundam wing endless waltz#gundam wing#mobile suit gundam wing#🔮☆gif.#90s anime#anisource#dailyanimatedgifs#animeedit#animangaboys#fyeahmovies#shonenedit#dailyanime#fyeahanimegifs#oldanimeedit#tw flashing#tw dead dog#tw dead animal
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we’re going to have to put ringo down soon because he is in congestive heart failure and we can treat it but at this point it’s quality of life and we just don’t know anymore
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the hocus-pocus of the universe ~Laura Gilpin
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Yall how fucked up would it be if I made Mabostiff dead in the Mochi Desires AU cause there's no protagonist to save him and help get herba mystica
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Was browsing Pinterest… apparently there’s a Nintendog that looks almost exactly like my dog that died last year…
Jeff as a puppy (right)
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Update. I lost a loved one. I am going through grief and an existential crisis.
Hey everybody. I have been debating on whether I should post about it. I spoke about it with some of my closest friends but was worried to mention it online in the open. Sometimes I worry if I overshare and I have gotten into some serious trouble in the past for venting online. Truth is, I just do that when I feel I need to seek help. Talking to close friends and family is good but sometimes I feel I need to hear a few different voices to help guide me and well…this is it. I am very sorry for being an inconvenience to anyone or making any of you terribly uncomfortable.
On November 27, our old working dog died. I don’t want to get into specifics about it but he died at the age of 10. We were really close with him and he was super super affectionate. He helped us move our sheep and cattle into different yards on our farm. His name was Billy and he was part of the family. In truth and it disgusts me to admit this, a lot of the farmers around our area treat their dogs like tools with no soul, especially our evil neighbours who I often daydream of murdering for being so fucking cruel to their dogs. But we treated all our animals with love and respect. We fed Billy plenty of treats and gave him lots of cuddles! He used to jump up and wrap his paws around our waist to hug us. My Dad was also super close with Billy and he is a man who pretty much never cries but he cried on this day.
I’m glad November is over as I have come to hate the month with a strong passion. It is the month of death for whatever reason for us. Last year I lost another beloved dog. Her name was Bell and she died at the age of 14 on the 22 of November 2023. I am far too young to have been able to recall the exact date but I lost another dog in November at a young age and also my grandmother. We have a lot of deaths in November and now when it comes around my anxiety flares again.
I cried when Billy died and was hurt but I was doing ok before it suddenly hit me again out of nowhere and I got a bad panic attack, which led me to finally talk about it here. I want to believe I will see them again one day, I want to believe that they are happy and safe. I tend to struggle with existential thoughts but often keep to myself about it knowing there is no way to help it and I don’t want to scare or annoy others with my messed up thoughts. Usually the feelings go before flaring up again. Basically I am an atheist but I hate it. The idea of losing my loved ones for good makes me feel physically sick to my stomach. At times I believe there is something, I even have a few stories that could be some form of proof, no NDE, but strange voices around the time of death. It even occurred when I saw Billy’s dead body, I sobbed and sobbed before hearing and sensing a voice saying he is ok. I felt calm for a while and for a few days I was fine, sad but felt that he was ok. Weirdly though, the dread suddenly hit me tonight. I keep swinging back and forth between this.
This is where me wanting to hear different voices from different people comes in. Everyone I know doesn’t really have the answer for me, just to try and distract myself from those thoughts. But sometimes those thoughts are so loud that I can’t ignore them and I can’t calm myself down.
I know I’m going to piss off a few people with this post or maybe upset or scare people too and I’m so sorry for that. But I can’t really keep it in anymore and feel like I need to let it out and seek some help. I just need some comforting words or something, someone to tell me that my loved ones are ok or something along those lines. I’m not looking for religion as I personally struggle to follow it and understand it, it’s just not how my brain works, I look towards personal stories and have been looking up NDEs to try and make sense of it all and find a way to come to peace with it but then get worried if by any chance the NDEs are fake or something. I fucking hate how my brain works. Again sorry for suddenly dumping this on you guys. Thanks for reading and any and all support is appreciated. Again sorry for being a pain with all this.
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Rant. Tw, dead dog/sibling
Don't you hate when your grandma accidentally kills your sister despite warnings from the rest of the family not to put that poison down, and you literally can't bring it up to her or ask her to apologize for lying to us about what the vet said, or taking responsibility for ignoring everyone's warnings and causing a family member's death.
I should be allowed to hate her. For the cult she brought me into when I was little, to the religious fear she instilled in me. For being transphobic as hell to me. For enabling an asshole who threatened my dad and used helping us bury my sister as an excuse to be a dick.
And for killing my fucking sister. The same sister that had been with me for almost my entire life. Almost thirteen years. She kept me from killing myself.
But I can't. Because she's family. And she's helped the rest of my family.
And now I have to be nice to the woman who killed my sister. I know she didn't mean to. But fucking hell.
She knew. We told her. "Don't put the rat poison down! You know Olivia eats everything!" But no. Clearly a cheap "fix" to a rat problem is worth risking my sister's life.
And then, when Olivia started walking weird, we brought her to the vet. Well, Grandma did. She didn't want anybody else coming. Why? Because she knew the cause. We all know she lied to us.
She told us that the vet didn't know what was going on, but proceeded to urge everyone out of going to a second vet. We all know she lied about what the vet said. (Keep in mind that the vet we go to is a reliable one. We even looked up the symptoms ourselves. All synonomous with rat poison.)
Next thing I know, I'm alone in the living room, watching my sister stop breathing because my fucking liar of a grandma didn't want to admit she caused my sister's death. I was the one who watched her die on the couch while her killer sat in the next room. I was the one who hugged her warm, still corpse, wishing she'd sit up and come outside with me.
TWELVE FUCKING YEARS. AND WE COULD HAVE HAD HER LONGER IF YOU'D LISTENED TO US AND NOT PUT DOWN THE RAT POISON. FUCK.
we can't get her back now.
She wasn't a pet to me. To everyone. That was my sister. And now she's my second dead sibling. And I have to be nice to her killer. I have to hug her when we say goodbye. I have to just grin and bear it when she calls me a girl. I just have to deal with it when someone ignores her shit because "She's done so much for us".
Fuck you, Grandma. Honestly.
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Missing my dog a lot again tonight. Sometimes I miss him and it's just kind of a soft pain, a desire to see him again that I know I can't fulfill. But for some reason, some nights the Mourning hits me like a tsunami, water pulled from the shore before the sudden, unannounced brute force of the oceans waves come crashing down.
I cry and it hurts and I cannot self sooth it away. I can not control it. I try to compartmentalize and tell myself now is the time to sleep, but you don't get to choose when to grieve I guess
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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 4
<-former chapter -AO3 link -next chapter -> Call of duty. My ko-fi .Explicit, 18+, minors do not interact. read the tags. WC: 7.1k
tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, it dies later on, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy
MDNI. MDNI. Dead dove do not eat.
Authors note: sorry for the wait, life challenged me to a knife duel and then I had do go on a workshop and such, bc I’m still unemployed. Also I got sick. Still kinda am. I’ll fix spelling mistakes tomorrow. Read the tags and if you don’t like how this fic is going, stop reading it.
Anyways. Enjoy sinners. Behave. 💖 Consider supporting my coffee addiction on ko-fi bc I’m a good girl and I updated.
The shed was filled with sounds, though nothing had to do with the work of the hybrids. The only thing they were working on was breaking you.
You felt like you were on fire; both from anger and from the pleasure of Soap’s way too skilled tongue. He was fucking you with it, real nasty about it as he forced a finger in next to it, growling into your wetness, seemingly trying to drink up any slick leaving you. His free hand kept your tail out of the way.
Caught in your own personal, rather sexual, hell.
You had almost given up on getting free. Gaz was still pressing your wrists down against the mattresses, tongue out as he wagged his tail, drool dripping down on your chest. Then he grabbed your wrists in one hand, which you could still not break out of, annoyingly so; only to pull up the crop-top that Price had chosen for you earlier.
That got Soap’s attention who barked happily into your pussy which made you growl - but you were distracted by the two fingers suddenly added to the first, to really care about your tits being out. He spread the fingers a little, tail wagging behind him, ears moving to pick up all your sounds.
You didn’t get more than that, fingers out before you could take a proper breath.
You growled intensely but there was no mercy; he forced his cock into your poor, dripping hole while you howled with pain - the three idiots daring to mockingly join in on your howl.
Full… in a different way than usual. It was as if your world stopped moving. This - this wasn’t your owner, this was just three brutes he had let into your life. When you had cried and whined about not wanting to live here, you didn’t mean for him to try to fix it with these 3.
Their cocks would never be as nice as John’s.
Hell, you would even take Nik’s.
Soap pulled back a little, before he trusted inside again a little harder than before. A little whimper left you, your eyes closing, trying your hardest to ignore the sparkles you saw behind your eyelids.
His knot, though not fully expanded in any way, pressed against your pussy; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been knotted. You didn’t remember it being a nice one either.
Each thrust made a wave of hate and pleasure run through you and sounds left you at each of them. Your ears tipped back, writhing in the grip of the hybrids.
Worse? They both seemed to get off of it.
They made out above you, Gaz’ bulge pressed against your face, as you watched them kiss each other with an intense heat, nose bumping together in every one of Soap’s thrusts, that hit so deep inside you wailed at every one of them.
Ghost was behind Soap suddenly, grabbing onto his Mohawk and forcing his head back a little.
“C’mon pup, fuck her better than that,” the bigger man snarled and Soap’s thrusts easily became faster, more desperate; his strong fingers digging into the fat of your thighs so hard, that you knew it was a matter of moments before his claws would pierce though your skin.
There were three pair of eyes staring at you as your moans and sobs intertwined into a mess, making you feel smaller than you had for a while.
“Look at you now,” Gaz crooned, his fingers palming your tits, pressing his bulge against your face a little again, “much more sweet now, huh?”
“Sh- uh - ah fuck - shut up.”
Gaz merely snickered at your attempt and as you tried moving your face to nip at his bulge, he easily moved back and slapped your cheek.
It didn’t help in any way that Soap decided to touch your clit in that exact moment. Pain bloomed in your cheek, while pleasure bloomed in your pussy, the little shed filling with lewd and loud sounds of the fucking.
Soap was fucking you so hard and good that it made you whine and howl a little in between your pathetic moans and growls.
Gaz’ grip tightened on you as you fought - a scream left you as Soap leant forward, one hand brutally attacking your clit with clumsy, energetic fingers while he decided to sink his teeth into your shoulder.
It wasn’t a soft bite. In fact, it continued to press into your skin, the fangs pressing deeper and deeper, before it snapped; teeth buried into your skin, breaking the barrier. Together with the thrusts and assault on your clit continuously, it seemed to be what your body had needed.
You came almost silently, twitching and cramping, Soap fucking you through it, growling while his teeth was buried in your skin. It was like everything became white with the intensity of the many feelings all at once, your mind leaving your body for a couple of seconds.
Then, as you felt your mind finally returning, another thing happened… Soap pushed fully in, like the bastard he was! Knot a little expanded, he pushed into your cunt, forcing you to take it.
It was too much; you sobbed with horror and pleasure as his knot fully expanded, effectively binding the two of you together. You could feel his cum fill up your insides, feel the way his cock twitched, Soap moaned and even more seed was forced into you. Your only relief was knowing the implant you had, at least stopped them from knocking you up.
Soap finally let go of you, blood dripping from his mouth like he was a feral animal, hands holding you down as you wailed, trying to get away from the knot. It was too much, too much.
“Bonnie lass,” the mutt crooned at you, leaning forward to run his bloody tongue along your cheek, laughing as you tried biting his hearing aid - before running his tongue over the wound he had left.
He rubbed his head against you like a desperate animal, as if he was a cat and not a dog hybrid, nuzzling against your armpits, even licking them, get his bloody spit all over you.
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When Nikolai entered, it was like all the flowers inside John’s stomach bloomed; the other man easily had all his attention, even if he wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Didn’t Princess give you the phone?”
“Da - but she said you need mechanic and that is lie,” Nikolai answered, sitting down on the desk that barely creaked beneath him, “I am here - no need for mechanic.”
“Oh, you suddenly know how to fix tractors too?” John couldn’t help but let some of his disbelief seep through his words, making Nikolai snort.
“I do - planes too, if you have one of those, my friend.”
There was an odd peaceful silence in between the two of them; none of them said anything but John felt Nik’s eyes on him nonetheless, undressing him in his mind. The urge to fill this silence with their moans wer— wait.
Silence?
John blinked, listening for another moment for one of his puppy’s dramatic sighs but as none came, looking towards the door, expecting you to be annoyed with having to have left the house… nothing. He looked at Nikolai again, unable to keep the nervousness from his voice.
“Where’s sweetheart?”
Nikolai chuckled darkly, looking rather pleased with himself.
“Playing with the other dogs.”
“… I highly doubt that.” John almost rolled his eyes as he spoke. If there was one thing you had made sure was known ever since they arrived, was that you didn’t want to spend time with them.
“Well, they’re playing with her then,” Nikolai shrugged as John hurried to open one of the apps on his phone, running through the options until he reached the camera in the dog shed. Where his precious puppy were.
Crying and screaming, twisting even as pleasure overtook you, the others too much for you.
Dark want rushed through Price, as he saw them sink their teeth into your soft skin, heard you shriek out another curse and cry bloody murder; the want was overtaken by feeling bad for even putting you in that situation.
“I should go look—“
His phone was taken from his hand as Nikolai then pulled him close; flushed against each other, Nik’s front pressed against his back… cock slowly filling.
“Net,” he rumbled, “you need to stay here.”
“They’ll be too rough,” John argued, watching with both delight and fear as they made you came, “I nee—“
He was pulled into Nik’s lap without warning, the man sitting down in the office chair with a little sigh; his strong hands on John’s own body, sliding beneath the knitted sweater, grabbing onto some of his skin.
“It will be good for her,” Nikolai promised darkly, breathing deeply against John’s neck, as if to take in his taste, “this is why you got them, eh?”
It was; at least, it had been one of the reasons. As much as he loved you, you couldn’t control his life and he had changed everything around the two of you already - it was only fair he made sure you were taken care of too.
“They’ll break ‘er skin,” he muttered, already feeling his cock hardening like a traitor, distracted from the sight of the pups absolutely ruining you, by Nikolai’s warm, rough hands beneath his clothes.
“We will fix her,” Nikolai easily replied, scraping his teeth along John’s neck, as if he was considering doing the same, “let them play- they need to establish hierarchy.”
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When Soap’s knot finally deflated you tried turning away from him, getting on your knees; only for Gaz to push your upper body down again, a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades.
Soap’s tail was thumping against the barely made nest and though he clearly looked blissed out, he still helped Gaz, pressing your head down against the mattress, even as you tried getting away. Scratching at the mattress with your fingers.
“Fuck, this pussy,” Gaz crooned lovingly, “this is what I’ve been dreaming off.”
You growled against the fabric, trying to move away, but his fingers sank into your hips, claws once again pressing dangerously hard into your skin.
His cock filled you up with a couple of thrusts, slower than soap’s intense one; as if he was taking his time enjoying you. A deep huff of pleasure left him and you barked, trying to scratch at Soap.
It earned you a hard slap on the ass, taking you by surprise - and then the thrusts came suddenly and quickly. There was no mercy and you began crying again. The mixed hybrid was growling deeply, moving so that he was fully pressed against your back - hands grabbing your wrist pressing them against the nest.
Then he fucked you. The thrusts were short and sharp, he didn’t pull out as far as Soap had, but it was like a constant hammering instead, without any kind of relief from the pressure. He sniffed and panted into your neck while you wailed - and then he did the same as Soap had.
He sunk his teeth into your skin, fangs pressing deep and breaking skin, and for the second time, you were bitten. Only, Gaz let go much quicker, barking at your cries, before repeating his action.
Never stopping his movement.
No words could leave you. It was animalistic sounds, created from the chaos that the hybrids had forced into your mind, blending hatred and lust together.
It sent shivers down your spine as you tried to drown out Gaz’ words about your ass, about you being a little silly lapdog, about being too spoiled to shut up and accept things didn’t have to go your way.
It felt like he went on forever and you managed to come twice, the second one squirting - which meant you got Soap all up in your business, pushing himself in between Gaz fucking you, lapping up your juices like he was dying of thirst.
It made you attempt to squirm away, his face being pressed against your clit every thrust, together with Gaz’ balls. Gaz was drooling, slobbering all over your shoulders and sinking his teeth into your skin, new places and into your already broken skin.
Chaotic and wrong, moans sept into your threats, promising you would mess them up, which they barely seemed to notice. As if they knew you were more bark than bite, which wasn’t exactly wrong. Soap finally pulled away and Gaz pressed his slightly expanded knot inside you, before pulling it out again, before repeating the motion again and again.
Then Soap was suddenly in your face, pulling your head up by your ears, making you cry out, kissing you slobbingly and intensely - and for once, you proved that you could bite, sanded down teeth or not.
Soap pulled back with a yelp, then a grin appeared on his face a moment later, his own blood mixing into yours, dripping from his lip, as you growled at him.
Of course the crazy pup liked it.
Every time Kyle forced his knot inside again, you cried - every time he forced it out you wailed, gripping the sheets harder, tugging at them while you found yourself screaming, begging for him to just knot you properly. To stop torturing you like that and apparently, it was what Kyle had wanted to hear.
One last time, he forced it inside and pressed further into you than before, almost putting his entire body weight on you; you moaned and whimpered as it got stuck, his cum forced into your womb, just like Soap had done. He continued rolling his hips in small motions, making you sob into the sheet, closing your eyes. Then he bit down yet another time, another spurt of cum inside you.
He gnawed a little on your shoulder like a chew toy and all you could think about was how you would rather have John do this to you.
The pain from everything made you space out, panting into the mattress, sniffling a little. Ignoring the tongues running over your shoulders and neck, how they cooed at you.
Good little puppy. A good bitch now, aren’t you? Knew ye could behave, bonnie lass, just needed some knots. Dinnae throw a fuss. Stupid lil city dog, aren’t ya?
Kyle tugged you and tipped the two of you to the side, ignoring the way you cried out as his knot tugged.
Minutes went by as you waited for the knot to go down, trying your best to remain calm.
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You felt sore all over, arms shaking as you tried raising your upper body, wincing at the cum sliding out of you and the way the bite marks stung. You weren’t just worried they had broken skin anymore, you knew they had. Blood was dripping down your arms, in between the already dried and caked parts, only making you feel more horrible.
Your beautiful, beautiful body - your skin. Those brutes! Curse them! Sons of bitches, all of them.
You felt pathetic, needy, weak; never wanting to leave the farm house again.
Gaz lazily barked at you as you tried getting up, but he was laying next to you, clearly blissed out, so you used the moment to escape… or at least attempted to.
A large hand pushed down on your back, the weight pushed upon you, forcing you down with a squeal - Ghost let out a deep growl as a reply.
The moment the hand was away, you scrambled, hearing his knees hit the mattress behind you. Ghost seemingly didn’t care that you tried slipping between his fingers; he merely grabbed your tail and tugged you back, hard. Ignoring your sob of pain, continuing to growl deeply, trying to force his dominance down upon you.
As if there was any question of who was the one in charge here. The sound of a zipper.
“No - fuck, let go, no more, no more!” You attempted pathetically, tears springing to your already puffy eyes, “I can’t - no more!”
“Yes you can,” Ghost just rumbled darkly, Soap and Gaz letting out small barks in support.
You fought him but it didn’t matter.
One hand on your hip, having a tight grab on some of your fat, the other sliding to your front, grabbing your throat - forcing you up on your knees. Your back pressed against his front, his cock thrusting in between your thighs a couple of times.
You cried at the mere sight of the cock in between your thighs. Yes, you were a size queen but not to brutes like them. Mutts, idiots, assholes, working dogs, hounds —
His fat cock entered you in one thrust, making you scream, desperately trying to wiggle away. Any movements merely made the cock slide in a little more, the knot pressing against your hole. Your scream turned silent as he gave a little thrust, your mind going blank, body giving small twitches. Much to the amusement of Ghost if you had to guess from the way he chuckled. Tongue licking your human ear. Gaz was staring with big eyes, Soap panting, drool dripping from his tongue.
You whined. He hadn’t even moved that much, but it felt like the cock was in your throat.
“Look at you, puppy,” he crooned darkly, “all you needed was some knots to shut up, huh?”
You couldn’t reply with anything but a few messy moans and Ghost gave a little thrust more, bullying his cock a little deeper,almost making your eyes cross.
“See how good you can be, hm?” Ghost continued, “tight pussy just needed to be fucked dumb. You’re much sweeter now.”
His hand tightened around your neck, pressing your tags on the collar into your skin. His palm pushed at your chin a little with its size.
“Don’t worry,” Ghost continued, before nosing your shoulder a little, a pitiful cry leaving you as his tongue slid over some of the bleeding, burning bite marks, “we can fuck you whenever ye want, princess. Perfect, innit?”
You tried shaking your head, but then Ghost let go, pushing your upper body down again- you barely managed to save yourself from slamming your head into the mattress.
There was no more waiting. He just grabbed onto your hips, pulled out his cock as far as possible and began to fuck you mercilessly.
Hard, commenting about the way your body jiggled and how lucky they were to end up somewhere with a soft bitch like you; how they would get you used to their cocks, addicted to them. How they would knock you up. Give you all the litters you wanted.
You hated how good it felt, how you cried and moaned, how your body shook and how you came. Unable to escape, crying and barking, ears tipped back.
He delivered a last bite right onto the back of your neck, as he forced his knot inside your poor pussy, filling you up; sinking his fangs into you, breaking the skin as you screamed and came once more, filled up with his knot. Cum unable to escape.
You sobbed into the mattress while stuck to Ghost, who grumbled but didn’t hit you. Gaz and Soap were cooing at you again, licking away tears and nuzzling closer, telling you how good you looked, how much fun you all were going to have.
Then you could hear them kissing above you, but you didn’t look, mind overwhelmed.
It was like you were hot all over; it had been years since you had had a heat and you feared, just for a moment, that your body would spontaneously go into one, from the knotting and biting, the breeding behavior you had just gone through.
It was the familiar feeling of warmth spreading from your chest to your cunt, Ghost growling slightly as you tightened around his knot from the feeling. You were pretty sure your implant was going to save you. Hopefully. The idea of getting knocked up by them right now almost made you want to throw a fit.
But beneath them, being beneath Ghost at the moment, throwing a tantrum would bring you nothing. His clothes pressed against your bare body, save from the top that was pushed beneath your tits, felt too hot.
The shed stunk of sex, blood and sweat. You pretended you didn’t like how the musky, male hybrid scent wasn’t slightly nice. How a little part of you wanted to lick away the sweat drops beneath Ghost’s chin.
Nasty, they were all nasty and you hated them.
You didn’t get up, even as his knot deflated. Ghost rumbled, clearly pleased. Licking at your neck a couple of times.
Then, some of the horses neighed loudly. All three of them stiffened, while you laid there, cum dripping out of you, not caring.
“I’ll go check it out,” Ghost answered, getting up, zipping up as if it was as easy as that. Giving your ass a clap that made your pussy clench around nothing.
The moment he was out the door you were stumbling to your feet, managing to grab John’s jacket. Soap’s tail wagged and he barked, getting up himself - but Gaz held him back.
“Nah, let her run back ‘nd whimper, Soap.”
You didn’t stay to hear the reply. You just bolted to the house, jacket barely on, naked from the waist down. Feet sinking slightly into the muddy parts of the farm, towards the door you had been thrown out earlier.
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You were a crying mess, John cooing at you, drying your tears with a worried look in his eyes, while Nik seemed more calm. They both stank of sex but you were too upset to care. Humiliation from not being able to escape them, the need to be cared for, to be loved was overwhelming.
They made you bend over the couch at first, Nik’s fingers pressing into you, John softly hushing you as you cried.
“No tear,” he confirmed a moment after, pulling his fingers out, with a soft pat on your ass.
“Let’s get you a bath, princess.” You nodded while whining, clinging onto Nik as he lifted you up.
“We might need to get those checked out,” Nik nodded towards your shoulders and back and you looked over at John, who didn’t look too happy. Even Nik, who was much more calm, didn’t seem to be too enthusiastic despite how he hadn’t stepped in earlier.
The water in the tub was nice. Usually you would fight a little when it came to showers, but you were putty in their soft hands, carefully helping you get free of mud, dried blood and cum.
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Alex Keller and Farah Karim appeared just around ten minutes later, parking in the big driveway, near the barn. They had apparently just visited Rudy and Rodolfo, or at least so you heard them talking about in the entrance.
Normally you would be barking at the mere door opening, curiosity overwhelming over who could give you attention now.
You were laying on your stomach on the couch, wearing panties and with a blanket over you, fur and hair still a little damp.
“There she is,” Farah mused as she entered the living room, taking in your otherwise quiet demeanor in contrast to your usual intense one, “poor puppy got all messed up, huh?”
A barely audible growl left you.
“Cut her some slack, Farah,” Alex said, following after her, his new fancy prosthetic leg that was electrical, saying a soft noise you assumed wasn’t something the humans could hear.
“He won’t send them away,” you just replied, sending John a stink eye, which made Nik chuckle while John at least looked a little upset about it.
“We will teach them to be gentle,” Nik mused to which you huffed, because that wasn’t helping one bit.
“Let us see then,” Farah said, stepping over to the couch, while Alex followed, putting their bags down on the table.
You sat up, turning your back towards them, pulling the blanket down to expose your bites, both of the vets stepping closer.
Alex let out a little whistle. Your ears tipped back a little.
“That is some nasty bites,” Farah agreed and you could hear them put on plastic gloves. Despite your anger towards your owner right now, you sent John a desperate look - and the man was with you in mere seconds, one hand gently holding onto your collar, the other caressing your dog ear, in an attempt to calm you down. You hated how it instantly helped. You didn’t really have good memories with vet visits despite knowing Farah and Alex were always sweet and careful with you.
At the first touch of a gloved hand near your bite, you moved instantly, grabbing onto John’s arm with a whine.
“Sorry lovely,” Farah apologized, “we’ll have to clean them up - I’m afraid two of them might need a stitch or two.”
“We’ll numb the area first, don’t worry,” Alex was quick to add in a softer tone.
If this didn’t prove to John and Nik that the hybrids shouldn’t be near you, you didn’t know what would.
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Farah and Alex left half an hour later, with you being prescribed antibiotics and painkillers.
Nik and John spoke in hushed voices while you watched television, John having given you some snacks.
“Nik and I are going to town, Princess,” John said a moment later, entering the room to give you another pat on the head, “we’ll be back in an hour or two.”
“What if they go in here-“ you whined, “I wanna go, I wanna-“
“Hush. You can’t rip the stitches, you’re staying here. We’ll lock the door, Laswell will make sure you’re left alone, alright?”
“MmKay.”
You stayed in the living room most of the day, watching rom coms and reality television. Nothing like watching two hybrids fall in love, but not being allowed to meet, their owners despising each other.
When your owner and Nik returned, they had brought several things - most importantly, some nicely baked cake for you, as a treat. Your tail wagged while eating it. If you closed your eyes, it was like you were back in the city again.
Imagining you weren’t out in the country, that you were in a fancy apartment and not an old farmhouse; that the sounds in the background was the music of the city and not—
The sounds of a cow mooing. You huffed, took another bite, closing your eyes and daydreamed once more.
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“Go on, then.”
You blinked at John’s voice, sterner than last time, for a moment afraid if you’d done anything wrong. The painkillers were making you a little slow, so you blinked a couple of times, before you were able to focus your eyes on the people in the living room.
And instantly tip your ears back in a growl at the sight of the three hybrids, John and Nik standing behind them.
“Go away.” You growled, to which Ghost huffed, rolling his eyes and shooting John a look. John merely crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. As if to dare him to not follow the order they’ve been told.
“I’m sorry that I hurt ye, cuilean. I dinnae mean tae. Nae this badly.” It was Soap who said it first, actually looking apologetic as you laid there on the couch, staring at them, Gaz nodding along.
“Yeah sorry,” Gaz’ ears were tipped down, tail even a little between his legs, “we won’t bite you again like that, I swear, we never meant to hurt you.”
You wanted to get them castrated. Despise not really liking their apologies, you looked over at Ghost then, waiting. The big guy didn’t say anything, just stared at you - that was until Soap elbowed him in the ribs, the pale man finally grunted out; “Sorry sweetheart.”
John looked expectantly at you, a small smile on his face, as if to say ‘look! They can be good!’. You scrunched your eyebrows together in a frown. That was it?
You deserved poems, movies, dances, songs, art pieces created in a mere attempt of apologising properly.
“I still hate you.”
It made Soap laugh, grinning with all his teeth, while John groaned behind them, touching his face. Nik seemed amused too however.
“Good enough for now. We will work on bonding later, da?”
“They can bond with each other,” you answered, curling together on the couch, “bite each other to pieces.”
“We apologized,” Ghost argued in a dry voice, as if he barely believed in it himself.
“Fuck off.”
Ghost smiled at your stubbornness, before letting John kick them into the kitchen so that they could be fed before being sent out again.
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Your time with them was limited for a couple of days, much to your enjoyment. You got extra attention, John and Nik were careful around you — John did eat you out on the third day, when you became frustrated, Nik cooed at you in Russian as you came. Even Laswell was a little nicer to you.
You got scratches beneath your chin, kisses and touches and the pain meds helped stop the thundering pain from the bite marks, which were at least healing nicely.
You slept at your master’s - and his boyfriend’s - feet, leisuring around the house while they worked throughout the day.
Apparently the military bastards knew how to do their jobs, at least. They stopped and caught a fox before it got a chicken, kept the wolves at bay and helped throughout the day. They made sure to watch at night, too apparently.
Then it was rainy one day… and it rained a lot that night. It seemed to never end and when you were called to eat breakfast, you had assumed the working dogs were out. But they weren’t.
In fact, two of them stood in the doorway, close to the dinner table, watching as their third pack mate, Soap, quietly sat on the bench while Nikolai and John looked him over. They all had damp hair and Gaz’s and Ghost’s boots were covered in mud, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. Dirty mutts.
“Good morning bird,” Gaz greeted, looking over you and smiling as you coughed so that they would move. They did so and you stepped into the kitchen, not answering the greeting.
It was only when you passed him that Soap looked up and grinned at you.
“Hiya bonnie lass,” his words sounded… slurred in a way. A tad too loud, but his tail was thumping at the sight of you. You huffed, looking at Nikolai as he sighed and put down a piece of tech you didn’t know.
“I’m afraid you need to fix by professional,” Nikolai said, looking at John, “it’s all completely ruined.”
“Hm, that’s what I figured,” John said, “alright. We’ll go get it done today, just so he can feel better soon.”
“Gonna do what?” You asked as you sat down at your common spot, looking confused for a moment - then Nikolai pointed to the technology that was dripping with water and mud.
“Soap’s hearing aid is broken,” Nik replied, “we have to get a new one.”
“You guys can go out and help Laswell - I’m gonna go to town together with Soap and—“
Growls.
You tried making yourself smaller, even though they weren’t raised towards you.
“We’re not leaving him.”
“What is dae matter?” Soap’s voice was loud, as his head turned from person to person.
John was staring at Ghost who had crossed his arms.
“It won’t take long,” John replied but Ghost just growled again.
“No.”
“Ghost,” John’s voice was kept calm but steady, “Soap’s not going to get hurt. We will get him fitted for one and find a kind that fits him the best - then we’ll come back. Bringing you two along won’t be necessary.”
Ghost didn’t look one bit convinced but John turned towards Soap anyways, leaning closer to his human ear on the left side of his face.
“You’ll need new hearing aids,” he explained, voice loud and words clear, “Nikolai and I will take you to town to get them fixed.”
He pulled back and Soap looked confused but nodded.
“I dinnae want to make trouble,” he promised, ears tipping back a little, “I can make it work!”
John shook his head, giving Soap a small smile before reaching up and giving his head a pat. His tail instantly began to wag again.
“You didn’t do it on purpose,” John answered, keeping his voice loud, “it’s okay. You would need new ones eventually.”
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John and Nikolai left after breakfast, with the herding dog in the backseat, muzzle on his face - just in case.
You had forgotten the fact Soap had lost some of his hearing, though you had noticed the hearing aid now and again.
Ghost and Gaz didn’t seem one bit happy with their bonded mate leaving, even though they knew he would be back. Laswell was using them though, making them help fix things, so you dared to relax again, enjoying the little sun ray that hit one of your dog beds perfectly.
The peace and quiet that you had enjoyed and the lack of attempts at being forced to spend time with the men was seemingly coming to an end, at least for one specific pup.
Soap was back, giant grin on his face but no hearing aids, since they apparently decided to buy a fancy kind that had to be shipped to the clinic in the nearest town.
Which meant Soap was in house rest for the next couple of days.
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At first Soap left you alone, merely staying close but not messing with you. He slept in one of your dog beds, muttering - or at least trying to - about how nice and soft it was.
All you could think about was that it needed to get washed, because you weren’t sleeping in something that stank of him. You even suspected he jerked off into the fuzzy fabric. Nasty.
John had merely told you to be nice and share when you complained; that Soap wasn’t used to being indoors like this, wasn’t used to remaining still and not having something to do - that he didn’t like not being able to hear.
You tried, at least a little, to be overbearing, making it rather visible when he got too close and you didn’t like it.
He would disappear now and again to see his mates, and come back with a wagging tail, salvia wet lips and a pleased smile on his face.
As long as he kept his distance.
It was on the second day however, when taking a nap in your own room, in the fuzzy, soft dog bed, that the mutt caught you off guard.
You slowly woke to a nice and pleasurable feeling, letting out a deep pleased sigh as you blinked a couple of times, slightly confused over what was making you feel this way. Of why your legs felt slightly cold. Only to blink a couple of times, half lidded eyes looking down — seeing Soap with his dirty paws on you, tongue halfway into your cunt.
His tail was wagging, ears turning towards you and he didn’t even stop when he realized you had woken up. If anything, he just quickened his tongue’s movement, thrusting it into your cunt, tightening his hands on your thighs.
“‘S okay, Bonnie lass,” he cooed, a slight slurred tone to his voice as he pulled back a little, tongue and slick dripping from his mouth and chin, before he crawled up to you. You didn’t have time to protest, the bigger hybrid settling in behind you, the lack of his own pants clear as he settled against your back, his cock pressing against your asscheeks. His hands slid around your body, holding you close and letting out a deep breath as if the both of you just woke from the nap.
You twitched slightly and he kissed you cheek, “dinnae throw a fit, please,” he mumbled against it, voice still a little loud.
“I will yell for master,” you warned with a growl. The other just let out a “mhmm,” in agreement and you weren’t really sure whether he had truly heard your threat or not. Even if he had, you weren’t sure if it would have stopped him.
Despite your confused and tired attempt at pulling free, squirming and attempting to claw at whatever you could reach, it was no help.
His cock slid into your pussy, which was looser than you liked. Your eyes rolled back for a moment and Soap let out a deep growl, that sounded more pleased than anything.
You writhed, unable to help it, the cock hitting you so well, which you didn’t like. Well, you liked it, the pleasure, but you didn’t want to give in.
You cried out at a deeper thrust, Soap moaning as well; it started deep in his chest and turned more high pitched, more needy. He was careful with your shoulders, keeping you pressed so close you couldn’t move them. The stitches were almost ready to come out and though there was a slight pain, it was not too much.
He fucked you better than you liked, whimpering behind you like a needy mutt in rut.
You couldn’t control your moans and cries, attempting to keep it down, to pretend you weren’t enjoying it. His thrusts were deep but quick, sending your mind spiraling. His knot teased your opening with each movement.
You moaned so loud it was bordering on a scream when he came, knotting you. Carefully licking your cheek, catching a few of your tears with a pleased hum.
It was barely a minute later before John opened the door quickly, looking worried, apron on, presumably making lunch - instantly looking at you. He blinked at the sight of you and Soap, before visibly calming, even smiling. How dared he, traitor, mea—
You let out a small sound as Soap wagged his tail, it thumbed against your bed quickly, making you mewl a little as the movement rushed through his hips and making his cock move, inside your cunt. The knot moving and pressing inside you, making you unable to breathe for a second, eyes rolling up.
Soap licked against your cheek and you pawed at his hands on you, ears tipped back a little.
“Horny pups,” said almost lovingly by Price who then patted your head, and you whined, annoyed by how you were stuck to Soap - or well, to his cock.
“Don’t like him, Sir,” you whined, using your best needy voice, ignoring Price’a raised eyebrow as another thrust made you gasp again.
“You seem to get along fine,” he just answered, patting Soap’s head to prove to the other man that it was fine - he moved Soap’s head to the side for a moment, taking a look at your shoulders, to make sure nothing was bleeding, “everything seems good. He can control himself then.”
“Castrate them,” you just replied, “cut off their dicks.”
John Price laughed. You still loved his laughter even if he didn’t understand your hatred for the mutts he had decided to add to the farm.
“When you get untangled, there’s lunch in the kitchen.”
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When Farah and Alex returned to look at your wounds and remove your stitches, you felt your tail instantly go between your legs, ears down.
“It’s fine. I’m doing fine,” you argued, not making one move towards sitting down on the couch like last time. You knew Farah and Alex were only there to help you; however, you weren’t in pain like last, your mind saw no reason for them to be there. Surely the stitches would fall out or something?
“Princess,” your owner stepped towards you, your tail curling even further between your legs, “it’s fine, they’re gonna chec—“
You stumbled backwards, almost falling into Soap’s chest. He seemed confused at the sudden appearance of the two vets, who were smiling gently at the two of you. Yet when you curled around and behind him, he instantly straightened up.
You could hear Nik laugh. “They have been bonding!”
“Shut it, Nik,” John just answered while Alex huffed, your owner stepping closer, “darling, come on. We will be done in a minute.”
“They’ll file down my teeth.”
“Wha- no, of course they won’t, princess. You know I won’t let them do that.”
You sniffled, holding onto Soap’s shirt. There was a low growl from Soap.
You still very much hated him, but you could have kissed him.
“Dinnae.” Was all he said, slightly slurred and a little loud, but still. Body tense.
“She needs her stitches checked.” Farah’s voice cut through the room, loud and clearly not filled with patience, “we are here to clean them and remove them.”
Soap’s body language calmed down a little and you wanted to hit him, for giving up so easily. What kind of fucking safety was he supposed to offer when he gave in line this? Maybe you should just ask Farah to castrate him and the two other mutts while she was here.
“Sit,” John pointed towards the couch and Soap moved - pulling you by the arm, while you barked and argued a little.
In the end you curled up against him, John petting your hair, as they removed the stitches.
By now, everything seemed to be going as they should.
It wasn’t like when you got the fangs filed down or when you were declawed, but you were still afraid. Not that they could take much more from you.
Despite not liking either Farah or Alex being there, you still took the treat they offered you - managing to get it into your mouth before Soap could get too interested. He got his own and you didn’t like how both your tails wagged. But you allowed it for now.
The treat wasn’t as good as the weird one Nik had fed you the first day. You let out a dramatic sigh on the couch, making John roll his eyes - but he scratched your stomach a little before moving on, to do whatever it was farmers did.
You just ignored Soap, he was wagging his tail like a lovesick puppy next to you, sniffing your hair. You still hadn’t forgiven him or the others for anything.
His hearing aids came later that day. You kept your distance, watching Gaz and Ghost help him get it set up right, Nik and John right by them.
You wasn’t really upset that Soap went back outside… were you?
No. Not at all.
#boolger#my writing#fanfiction#call of duty#cod fanfic#a lapdog at a farm fic#cod smut#cod nikolai#dead dove fic#fanfic call of duty#reader x kyle gaz garrick#farmer!john price#farmer au#simon ghost riley x reader#cod reader#call of duty reader#call of duty soap#johnny soap mctavish x reader#tw blood#tw stitches#wounds#hybrid!141#hybrid!reader#hybrid!au#dog hybrid reader#hybrid#reader x john price#johnny soap mactavish#john price call of duty#John price x Nikolai
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Having sad hours and listening to music when this pops up! I can’t believe it’s the first time I noticed they use the word firefly in the lyrics as a pet name - anyways, it got me thinking about what ifs. More specifically, what if the moment Mycheal finally became attached to someone, when he loves them as much as he can, when they don’t want to leave and everything is right, his person dies? The creator has said that when he reaches this point on his “affection scale” that his yandere tendencies would only be triggered if you tried to leave. If you left by dying, one way those tendencies could manifest is him being unwilling to bury or stray far from your body and feeling a deep, soul-wrenching upset every time he notices a new aspect of rot set in. In the hours following your death, as a yandere, he’d probably be in shambles - would he be disoriented enough to forget about rigor mortis? Would he reach for your warmth after stepping away for a moment to collect himself, only to return and find you devoid of it?
So many possibilities
Mycheal and Mushroom Oasis by @/deerspherestudios
#can’t be sad if you make your favorite characters sadder#anyways I’m working on a bigger project thing right now so the doodle is dog shit but shhhh ignore please thank you#doodles#myart#mushroom oasis vn#mushroom oasis#mushroom oasis mychael#mushroom oasis game#mushroom oasis fanart#Mycheal#TW death#cw death#tw greif#cw greif#tw dead body#cw dead body#lmk if there’s anything else I should tag!#Spotify
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#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd manga#bsd 109#bsd spoilers#tw blood#dazai osamu#chuuya#chuuya nakahara#dazai#skk#soukoku#yeah this chapter singlehandedly destroyed me#i don't believe he's actually dead for multiple reasons but the shock was still so real#can't wait for asagiri-sensei to bait us for another two years before continuing their POV : )
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𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆
PAIRING: FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY x (AFAB) NEUTRAL GENDER! READER
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, incest, penis in vagina sex, non con?
"W-Wait! I'm not ready!"
You desperately tried to push Fyodor away from you, but he quickly pinned your arms behind your back, forcing you to muffle your cries. This has been going on for weeks now, and it was like a living hell. No matter how much you tried to convince your older brother to stop, he would always reply with, "This is to keep the family legacy going," whatever that means..
It hurts so badly having him deep inside you. It was hard to breathe muffled moans and gasps all contained against your frilly pillow. Crying out of pain and pleasure all you could do was act like a rag doll for your older brother. How humiliating... you want Fyodor to stop, but at the same time, you want him to continue.
"I-I'm going to cum!" You cried out gripping onto your comforters. At the sound of your own voice trembling with pleasure Fyodor only quickened his pace, determined to make you cum.
"Cum for me Любовь моя." Fyodor lowly whispers into your ear making you gush around his cock.
Once you were done, he flops right next to you, and his anemia finally caught up with him. Slowly reaching out, Fyodor brushes your bangs to the side to see your face and kisses your forehead, softly telling you that you did wonderful. Right now, he needs to regain his energy to spoil you, but all he could do at the moment is just admire the exhausted look on your face.
#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs smut#bsd smut#fyodor dostoevsky x reader#dead dove do not eat#tw: incest
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so i know that john wick is about a guy who loses his wife then his dog and goes after the people who killed the dog and honestly i do not blame him for a single thing. like if my spouse died and you killed the dog she got for me i would go on a mass murder spree
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Tell me why I've been harassed more over a tail than me being gay and trans.
DISCLAIMER: This is NOT me trying to say I'm a minority for being a therian or anything. I am not oppressed over my Alterhuman identity
Something I have noticed, though, is that usually anyone insulting me over how I present myself is, however, also laced with queerphobia. It's always " erm furry alert " and then immediately jumps to " What are your pronouns? Are you gay? Do you believe in God? "
I used to live in a red state years ago, and only started expressing myself once I moved to a blue state, and if the harassment is this bad here, I thank whatever higher being is out there for making me not have to be in the Texas school system.
So anyways, I just personally don't think throwing smoke bombs at me or threatening me with a knife over a tail is reasonable, dare I say.
#tw harassment#dead dog barking into the void#therian#otherkin#alterhuman#therianthropy#caninekin#nonhuman#furry#furry fandom#kemonomimi#lgbtq#transgender
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