#how do dog teeth on your claws work anyway?

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

quick question, does warrior cats..... ever end? is it still going?

have i trapped myself eternally in stories of fuzzy little war criminals?

[catscidr]

// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //

i. note — sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (´ཀ`」 ∠) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys •ᴗ• comments and asks are appreciated hehe ii. includes — blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw — slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc — 1,9k

blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.

you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say he’s a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just… don’t really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasn’t the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anyways– it’s rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.

you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesn’t let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he gets— acting as if he were your literal shadow— glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. you’ve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesn’t scare off the cashiers.

the second you get home he’s all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because you’re so familiar with blade’s impatience.

he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. blade’s growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.

“do you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,” with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.

your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from blade’s grip— to no avail.

he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “i might just need to mark you for extra precaution,” he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.

“b-blade, y’can’t- ah,” he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.

he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.

“shit, wanna fill you. wanna… have everyone know they can’t have you. you’re mine, mine to love ‘n mine to fuck,” you’re not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.

you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks blade’ll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you can’t really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?

gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lot— not because he’s possessive, but because he’s extremely protective of you.

the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepard’s soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesn’t hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.

it’s a full-time job and he’s working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off… wherever, without a care in the world— because he took care of everything!

he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesn’t have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.

but poor geppie, he’s always taking care of you; so take care of him, won’t you?

every so often you’ll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.

though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.

“ah ah, no touching, remember?” you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepard’s cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.

“c-come onn. just… jus’ wanna kiss…” and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.

the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himself— at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.

“i’m… i’m close again, g- aah, please, please…!” he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner to— gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. “cum whenever you want sweet boy,” you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.

sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.

“geppie, your han-“ he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so you’re now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepard’s tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.

“‘ts my turn now,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.

boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid you’ve ever seen (not that you’ve seen many, or at all). but he’s made your life so fun so you can’t be too mad at him

he’s always dragging you out of bed to go do something— could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesn’t matter because he’ll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!

you’re glad he’s friendly, because you’re not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).

boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someone’s child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. they’ll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and he’ll do it happily, or he’ll even… teach them how to beat people up.

(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothill’s side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)

he also loves to help you out, even though he’s not the greatest at household chores— but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever he’s on dinner duty. he just… really sucks at everything else.

it’s… mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, he’s picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. he’s fixing your bed? nuh uh, you’re throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.

so, with all of these accidents happening because he’s just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.

“booth-aah, w-wait, you’re being too…!” you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.

“don’t tell me y’re tapping out.. haa, already!” boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climax— the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.

watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.

“gonna cu-uum…” you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is ripped out of him in consequence to yours. boothill’s fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.

you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothill’s ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.

“so… got another round in ya?”

[e-hibiscus]

sfw and nsfw hc for the dog-coded PTN women?

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Pairing: Rahu x fem!reader, Zoya x fem!reader, Cinnabar x fem!reader, Ninety-Nine x fem!reader

C.W: NSFW, Collars, muzzles, leashes, pet play(? kinda), more like talking about dog-coded women but cw none the less🫡

Author’s Note:  Woof woof 🐶poupy poupy! Your ask was really vague so i didn't know what you wanted so i just went with whatever was in my mind. (Not proof read)

Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut

Rahu

Rahu would reluctantly, but still, let you put all these things on her. She’s tall. She’s scary. She’s intimidating! Like an obedient guard dog she’d keep it on and follow orders. Her self restraint can only last so long, but seeing her teary eyed and desperate makes it worth it.

Rahu get so sad when you don’t let her do anything but watch as you go about and do things. Poor woman wants to help you, but you remind her to stay put and not move or even hold you 😨 she just has to sit there while you grind on her thigh or ride her cock.

Rahu gets all whiney and desperate, hands clawing at the sheets beside her while she begs and begs for you to at least let her hold you. But that’s a reward only after she makes you cum a few times. 

When she’s finally allowed to properly fuck you, Rhau will have been all pent up. Her hands dig into your hips with a bruising grip. Hips rutting into you like no tomorrow, all while muttering “i love you”, “thank you”, and  “how good you make her feel” right by your ear.

The best Rahu can do is leave her mark by painting your insides white 😔 she can’t leave bite marks; only leaving imprints of the muzzle on your back, but this way you get to hear every sound Rahu would usually snuff out when sinking her teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. It’s okay though, you let her double her effort and let her mark you up this way.

Rahu can be dangerous, but she’s an obedient pup who listens to your orders. Advised for her to have a collar, muzzle, and lead 😔 so you can bully her frfr

Zoya

Zoya is big and strong. The scary dog gf privileges are on full display with this absolute hulk of a woman. She’s on top and in-charge. Good luck getting anything more than a muzzle or collar on this woman. If you're lucky, maybe Zoya will let you do both, but a leash is a no no because she wants to be free to do as she pleases.

Zoya places you on her lap, hands holding your waist in place as you squirm in her arms. Through the cage of the muzzle you see her smirking, amused by the small tug on her jacket. She’s entertained you enough hadn’t she? Putting on this stupid thing made her initially annoyed, but Zoya will make it work– even with it on.

With Zoya, she’s the one who lets you do this, not the other way around. If you get a little too cocky, or go too slow for her liking, Zoya will note it down and make you pay double as a reminder on who’s the one who wears the pants in the relationship.

Zoya gets a little frisky, maybe goes a little wild in pace as well, but she wouldn’t do anything that would intentionally hurt you (non-consensually). 

At most, Zoya will fuck you into oblivion, taking you until your on the brink of passing out. Her hips move in hard languid strokes so her thick cock can hit all your sweet spots with as much strength she can muster.

You put a muzzle on Zoya to help “tame” her, so she’ll show you just how feral she can get in bed. You’re not going to be able to walk for the next few days, and what’s worse is the fact Zoya took the muzzle off anyway 😔 just so she can “properly” mark you up

Cinnabar

Cinnabar, Cinnabar, Cinnabar… The poster lady of golden retriever girlfriends who could honestly do no wrong. She’s a walking green flag and does not need any restraints whatsoever. No muzzle, collar, or leash required because Cinnabar can be your fluffy puppy or your guard dog on the dime; it's all down to the given situation!

Cinnabar is always eager to please. Her top and main priority is you, after all. If you’re feeling good, then so is she 🥺 Just make sure to complement and sing your praises. Cinna would absolutely melt from your sweet words.

Call her nicknames and she’ll go beet red. It's only because its you saying these sweet words, Cinna might just explode! Carefully guide her hands away from her face and you’ll see the absolutely adorable sight of your girlfriend flustered.

Cinnapup (nick-name curated from the lovely @/sinful-lanturns’s blog) can top or bottom for you. She prefers to be a service top above all else but Cinnabar can switch between the two, just for you. 

Cinnabar as a top is careful with her ministrations. She is gentle, not wanting to hurt you in the slightest because she loves you so much. Her fingers are a little clumsy when they explore the wet cavern of your pussy. Her careful, cautious nature has Cinnabar unintentionally edging you 😰so you have to tell her to properly fuck you, but even then she goes too slow.

Ninety-Nine

Ninety-Nine is big, strong , and scary 😨 this woman is the most feral out of them. You’re gonna need everything to keep safe, and you definitely gonna get dragged or carried around by her. Ninety-Nine will be willing to wear a muzzle, collar, and lead, but you have to talk her through it. Bby trusts you not to do anything bad to her or Hella 🥺

She unironically growls. When it’s not anything serious it’s actually pretty cute 😔 Ninety-Nine often looks at you for guidance or orders, staying around because she likes your company (and you give her snacks).

My take is Ninety-Nine is like a Rottweiler? Big scary dog, but is not so secretly a great pup over all. That being said, with those Ninety-Nine considers “family” she will protect like her life depends on it. She’s using her entire body to shield you and will have no hesitation for snapping at anyone who tries to do anything to you.

Feral Ninety-Nine is a menace because even with a muzzle and collar it’s impossible to restrain her so she does what her instincts tell her. If that means shoving your head into the sheets and relentlessly rut her hips into you, then so be it 😔 her claw like hands dig into your skin; leaving little beads of blood in their wake. Your cries and whines partially register, and she lessens her grip on your sides

Ninety-Nine will go for as long as she wants. There’s just no way you’ll get out of her grip once she starts going to town on you. She’s an insatiable beast 😨 so good luck getting out of bed in the morning tomorrow cause you’re in for a long and difficult ride

[nichoskittycorner]

Thoughts of a big fluffy werewolf girlfriend-

**Of course shes cuddly and soft and loves being in your space. Even on hot days when you can't take it and try to push her away, she simply struggles to listen

** She is the queen of pamerping you- will help dress you up or do your hair as best as she can with her claws but youd rather do it yourself. You appreciate her effort though

** Also shes always scenting your clothes and hair and that's partly why it's never done when she helps you. Rubbing her fuzzy neck into your hair or trying to use her teeth like a real wolf to help you untangle it

** Will give sloppy kisses more often than not, but at least she loves snout kisses too

** Likes carrying you around in her arms, no she doesnt care how big you are or where you are, good luck getting her to put you down

** She hates bras. Dont ask her wear one ever. She prefers tits out under her clothes (that's if shes wearing clothes at all)

** Shes a natural guardian and caretaker so best believe shes always on the lookout for you. Like always. Like does she actually get sleep or is she just watching you all night...

** Theres a chance shes got a cock. Not a strap, like a legit piece for breeding. And yes, she definitely knows how to use it.

** Tries to be gentle and sweet but wolf nature, especially during heat/rut season- the word gentle is out the window. You are a ragdoll to be used until shes back to normal

**Granted shes always horny for you so what's normal anyway?

** There are like, 6 nests shes made around the home, all in your most frequented spots. She just wants you to feel comfortable wherever you go in the house!

** She does have puppy dog eyes and you do fold under pressure very easily for her-

** She does get a little too excited when you get home from work/school and sometimes might accidentally pee a bit in her excitement- she'll clean it up though dont worry

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I have no idea what compelled me to get this brainrot out- but I love werewolf gf now hahaaaa- maybe I'll have more thoughts later

[the-raven-lady]

Saccharine

@bispecsual wouldn't let me rawdog the kelp straight from the ocean so reader is doing it for me

this is a random snippet after the last part of Ebony Coasts

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Pairing: Merfolk!Corvus Corax x fem!Reader

Song recommendation: Every pet owner (bispecsual) asking their cat / dog (me) what's in their mouth (kelp)

Warnings: Icky textures, eating ocean flora, fluff

Word Count: 514

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual

You look down at the yellow-brown leaf in your hand with repulsion, appalled at the slimy texture. It was one thing to handle these things from a scientific perspective, but it was another entirely to actually put it in your mouth.

“It is delicious, pearl. I am certain you’ll enjoy it,” Corvus pipes up. His sharp teeth crunch into his own blade of kelp and suck at the gelatinous substance within. Once more, he runs a soothing hand over the back of your shoulders, careful of his claws. You sit back further into the soft muscle of his tail.

Saccharina latissima. Sugar kelp. Corvus had been kind enough to cut a piece off of his, adamant that you try the filling. Your normally understanding partner would not take no for an answer. Internally, you knew that it was him feeling insecure about his inability to provide for you on land. Being locked to the ocean when his little lover was land-dwelling affected him deeply. You didn’t have it any easier than he did, with the pressure of protecting his habitat and keeping him a secret. Eventually, you conceded to his demands and took his offering.

That had been ten minutes ago. You still have not tried it.

Corvus was a patient man and would wait until the end of the earth for you, but even he had begun to get restless. You poke a finger into the oozing sugary splooge, then hold it closer to get a better look at it. The mostly clear substance smells sweet and salty. The mer at your side’s attention focuses solely on you the moment you get the gusto to press the fresh kelp to your lips, tongue darting out to sample it. The taste of the ocean hits you first, followed by a wave of sugary and umami. It reminds you of the taste of Corvus’s soft lips, and you feel brave enough to take a small nibble of the central vein.

…and promptly spit it back out at the absolutely rancid texture. Gooey, rubbery, vile. If this is how he was getting back at you for the warheads, it was working.

You grimace, pushing the remainder of the blade in your hands into Corvus’s chest. Your mer chuckles as he takes it and wipes the corner of your lips. “Perhaps it isn’t for the land-walking palate,” he chides, humor in his tone. A rare smile graces his face.

“I’ll stick to protecting it, thanks,” you reply, shuffling the remaining pieces of kelp to the front of your mouth and spitting them out onto the stones. You brush yourself off to soothe your frazzled nerves and relax back against ebony scales. Corvus runs a tender hand through your hair, careful not to catch on the strands and cause a mess before returning to his sweet treat. The warmth of adoration blooms in your chest as he silently devours it, and for once you didn’t feel so bad about not liking something that had been offered to you.

It was more fun to watch Corvus enjoy it anyway.

[ppenguinpperson]

canine girl in all her doggy glory!! already posted her design and profile the other day, but i updated her profile and i want all her images in one post.. speaking of her profile, warning warning for talk of violence there more on canine (+ lyrics?!! Woah!!) under the cut:)

canine girl is inspired/an au of my oc alík, but i don't think it'd be wrong to say she's a different character alltogether? while the things she struggles with are things that alík does, too, she's more like.. idk ❤️only i can understand this ...

as you may have guessed by her warning, canine girl has violent intrusive thoughts, and feels extremely guilty for them, even if she never acts out on them. her profile doesnt get too into this .. since she feels that guilt and shame, i don't think she'd wanna share the details online .. or with anybody ever.. you know how it is 💥

her design is smth i struggled with greatly .. her mask is this

and as soon as i saw it on alíks pinterest board i was set on using it and im sooo happy i did!! i think it works greatly..!!! other notable things about her design, that im happy with, are mostly to do with her hoodie. her hoodie-ears are actual ears, shes just hiding them:) and its made to resemble a service dog vest!

you can't really see it in the 'fake screenshot' art, the first one, but she's got a kind of belt (harness ?) around her chest !! its around her shoulders too.. and her chain hanging from that could be interpreted as a leash ig ?? idk 💥💥you'll never understand sinister minds inner workings... another design-y thing is !! shes got her arms around herself in the fake screenshot, which is bc she's hiding her claws from you 💥her eyes are also made to resemblea wolfs:)

her pants are just like that bc its alíks fashion sense 💥and bc i think they fit! and i like them!! a little treat just for me:)

another thing that i wanna talk about is her profile!! its so !! chill !! the colours are warm and inviting, her info there is silly, she invites you to talk with her if you're struggling, shes got fun blinkies.. !! shes just having fun on a site hanging out and chilling .. its like that bc i wanted to show, even if in a little way, that intrusive thoughts arent indicative of a persons identity. canine's intrusive thoughts don't make her a bad person, they don't make her a rabid dog like she thinks, they just make her somebody with intrusive thoughts. shes more than her intrusive thoughts, you know ??

anyhow! the lyrics !! i wrote lyrics for a theoretical song that she would have, but Wont, because im not a songwriter. i might make a silly littly tune for her one day, like a minute long at most, most likey shorter, so these lyrics are what you get !! and also it was my second time writing actual lyrics (first time was 10 minutes before when i was writing lyrics for another tptm oc, unknown girl) so Dont be meanies... Ok... treat me niceys... her voice for this would be kohaku merry btw :3

warning, again, more specified this time: themes of violent intrusive thoughts, talk of violence, vague references to generational abuse

That I’m just like a dog, I know Got the leash and collar to show Tug it one way, then another I’ll obey you like no other

But obedience doesn’t cut it With teeth sharper than a razor blade The only way to be is afraid That’s what I say, anyway

Can’t say I’m sorry, not to you That’d scare me, letting you know  About your mangled body on the floor Still just a fantasy, nothing more

(Violent thoughts suppressed) Ineffective muzzle helps little (Violent needs repressed) ‘Cause my razors make it brittle It’s not on purpose, just my spittle Can’t help my second nature

(BEAT ME, FLAY ME, LEAVE ME DEAD PLEASE DO YOUR WORST, I BEG IT WON’T BE UNDESERVING TO BEAT A WILD DOG SENSELESS

GIVE IT YOUR ALL, YOUR EVERYTHING WE BOTH KNOW I’D DO WORSE WERE I NOT A DOG BUT SOMETHING LIKE I AM NOW, JUST SHAMELESS)

The carpet floor’s forever stained A family heirloom of violence and hate Trying so hard to reject that norm Can’t help but feel it’s all I’m destined for

Gotta stop myself with only a collar Can’t be like my father’s bully father So as long as you hold my leash I swear I’ll hide my deepest needs

Even if it’s not real, I fear You’ll reach into me and see All these sinful fantasies Of your bloody arteries I don’t mean them, believe me It’s just that this is all I know how to be A mutt that doesn’t know any better Only to claw and dismember

(Violent thoughts excessed) Maybe it’s just natural selection (Violent needs processed) Can no longer deny this connection That I’m just like a dog, I know Got all this shame to show

Your hands are only ever kind A stark contrast to my mind It’s not real, just thoughts, I know Adrenaline still fills me though

My collar thins, soon it will snap Go away, don’t want you here for that Your kindness is naivety My impending misery Your outstretched hand is prey Don’t say I didn’t warn you  Here comes the prophesised day Where the hand feeds no more

(WITH MY LEASH AND MUZZLE GONE YOU MISTAKE FOR A FAWN YOU THROW MY COLLAR TO THE FLOOR I BEG, PUT IT BACK ON NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT C’MON DON’T BE SO CRUEL AND SHOW ME I’M THE ONLY VICTIM TO MY FANTASY)

[mediocreanomaly]

Good Boy - Hybrid!Wolfwood x Reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: Welcome to Wolfwood Wednesday 2: The Wolfoning (also known as Zero started a drabble thinking he could finish by yesterday and then he didn’t)  Anyways this is what happens when I read too much of @demxnscous post and I’m crediting you even though you said you didn’t need it because I got lot of inspiration from your post. (Also I hope you’re doing better :( sending good vibes ur way) 

You aren’t sure how you got in this situation or- no that was a lie you knew how you got here it was just hard to believe it was actually happening. It started the day your bleeding heart took in a stray. A mutt that looked more wolf than dog who was surprisingly eager to listen to you and what the hell, who doesn’t want scary dog privileges? That was until two months later you had came home from work to find a full grown man laying in your bed rather than your beloved pet. You had screamed until he jumped up startled, when you noticed a familiar set of pointed black ears and fluffy tail. It had been an adjustment to be sure to find they were one in the same and when he had hung his head low, ears drooping you couldn’t kick him out, you couldn’t because...he was still your Nico, right?

Then things got complicated. Nico still had a lot of his animal habits, whether that was normal for hybrids or based on the fact he had stayed in dog form so long you didn’t know but he was always there. At your heels, hovering, sitting by your feet trying to make himself look small, laying his head in your lap, nosing along your throat, along your belly. Half the time you were sure he didn’t know what he was doing to you always being this close. It didn’t help he was attractive, the kind of man you were sure wouldn’t give you the time of day had circumstances been any different and yet he was always trailing you desperate to be good. 

Maybe that was your real undoing, that look he gave you when you could tell he was trying so hard to obey, to listen, to please you no matter what, to behave. Maybe you were the real animal because it made something in your brain light up, made your knees weak and your tongue feel to big in your mouth.

Then...there was today. Today when you came home from work early to find Nico nude on your bed, used panties in his hand as he inhaled your scent, pillow tucked between his legs as he humped with abandon, chasing after his high with your name on his lips. You should have closed the door, left and pretended you never saw him but you couldn’t deny the rush of heat that blossomed between your legs at the sight.

When he had seen you he had been startled, instantly ashamed, ears flatting and a whine in his tone as he apologized, waiting for you to scold him or finally kick him to the curb. What he hadn’t expected was you climbing into his lap, gently kissing at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s okay... is my poor Nico in rut?” you mummer, it’s a little embarrassing hearing those words come out your mouth but the way Nico’s eyes glaze over with lust and his breath stutters you’re sure you won’t regret it.

He whines and nods, those big brown eyes watching you with something like admiration? No...reverence maybe. Like a righteous man standing at gods feet, but you weren’t god and if your Nico was so eager to worship, who were you to deny? Yet he waits. He’s good like that, he always is.

“Please Nico” you breath out by his ear, pressing a kiss along his jaw for reassurance.

He’s on you in an instant, not rough just eager to please. His calloused hands slide off your clothes with ease, Nico nips along your throat oh so carful not to bite minding his teeth but greedy enough to let himself mark your pretty skin. Because despite the thick black leather collar currently around his neck (the one thing he left on) he needs to know, needs to know he’s yours, that your his, that you don’t need anyone besides him. 

He lays down and before you can ask what he’s doing Nico claws at the fat of your thighs, dragging you up up up to his waiting mouth. You yelp at the action trying to balance yourself on your knees but he doesn’t give you much time to adjust, bullying his head between your thighs, stubble scratching at your skin as he dives in. He gives quick licks against your already wet sex. It’s sloppy at first, the excitement of Nico finally getting what he wants making his thoughts hazy but when you whimper and try to grind down on his face he gets the message pretty quickly.

He grabs at your thighs and brings you down, movements more precise as he laps like a man dying of thirst making you mewl and writhe in pleasure. He makes a pleased hum at the noises he manages to pull from you and the added vibrations only add to the warmth building in your gut. You won’t last like this, you can’t, not when Nico’s doing everything he can to make you fall apart. You feel his soft ears flicker against your thighs and then two of his thick fingers press in curling against your sweet spot. You finish embarrassingly fast, the sensations too much for you to keep up with. You moan trying to move away from Nico’s tongue which keeps moving, overstimulating you pass your release but he doesn’t relent, he’s finally gotten his treat and he isn’t passing up the opportunity. 

When he does finally pull his head from out between your thighs you dumbly think that it’s over when he flips the two of you, letting a firm hand press gently against your back moving you so that you’re face down against the mattress. Doggy style, how original. If you weren’t just as desperate as Nico you might’ve even made a snide comment. That pillow he was humping is placed under your hips now giving you something to grind against while giving Nico the added benefit of your body being angled up, presenting yourself to the man behind you. At this point you’re starting to wonder if he really is in rut. 

Nico presses himself against your back, his warmth and weight both grounding and mind numbing at the same time. He reaches down to swipe his cock along you once, twice, then presses in only barely just the tip and for a second you wonder if he’s trying to tease you until he whines. 

“So pretty...so good, let me make you feel good baby? Please? I’m hurtin for you, didn’t even get to cum earlier want to put it in you so bad, I’m so hard for you” Despite the pure filth pouring from his mouth...it makes your own mouth water. You’ve never been more sure that you’ve needed someone the way you do now, the way he’s begging, strong arms keeping his body weight on top of you. Because of course he was asking first, he was your good boy and even though you can tell it’s taking all his self control not to just take you he has to prove it, has to prove how well he can obey.

“Nico~ be a good boy and fuck me” you breathe 

The control that he was hanging onto snaps.

“fuck- ah, shit so good baby, feels so good” Nico pants in your ear. You want to focus on what he’s saying, really you do, but it’s hard when his warmth is draped over your back, his strong arm around your waist is the only thing currently keeping your shaking legs up as he sinks into you to the hilt.

The stretch is there but your eyes are rolling back in your head at the feeling of being so full. It doesn’t help Nico’s leaking precum like a fountain, making a mess out of both your thighs, was he really this riled up over you?

“Been wantin to do this for so long- shit, s’good sweetheart taking me so good.” he nips at the shell of your ear and yeah you’re going to hell but if you can get Nicholas to fuck you like this a few more times it’ll have been worth it.

His hips set an unrelenting pace right off the bat, yet even now as he mouths along your neck, presses in deep enough to ruin you for anyone else, heavy balls slapping against you with each thrust, he never hurts you. Why would he? He’s good, he’s obedient and he’s yours. He want’s to show you, needs to show you how good he can be, how good he can make you feel.

Noises that sound like a mixture of a growl and and moan spill from his mouth, the metal of his dog tag feels cool against your neck. One arm wraps around your waist, pushing and pulling you along with his motions dragging you down on his cock over and over again. The other glides up your chest then stops once it reaches your chin, holding your head up as he pants in your ear. His hair is getting long, you can feel the ends of his shaggy curls tickling the back of your neck, that and his hot breath fanning against your back. 

You can’t think straight like this, each thrust spilling out more of both your slick. The walls echoing back the perverse sounds of both your moans, sloppy noises of skin meeting sweat slicked skin. Nico’s tail is wagging slightly and you’d think it was cute if he wasn’t fucking you stupid right now. A familiar heat is beginning to curl in your stomach, you roll your eyes back and feel a bit of drool begin to spill down your lips. 

You’re close, god you’re so close and you can tell Nico is too, actually you think he’s been close for awhile now but he’s not going to be satisfied until you are. 

“N-Nico please” you don’t know what you’re begging for but luckily he does, suppose that just goes to show how devoted he is, he knows you better than you know yourself.

He reaches between your thighs and- fuck your dripping, you weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it, maybe you were so distracted with the mess Nico was making you didn’t stop to consider your own. Either way you’d have to change the sheets later.

His fingers press against that sensitive spot that aches and you swear the breath is knocked out of you.  “Nico Nico Nico-” his name falls from your lips like a prayer and he whimpers, thrust getting more frantic more desperate as he tries to pull you to the edge.

“Please angel please, cum on me wanna feel it need you to feel good” this is so far from the cagey stray you brought in but then again...Nico always was so much more gentle with you. He sits at your heels, he nuzzles against your stomach he-

“Fuck Nico I’m gonna cum” you whine 

“Cum fuck- cum please baby need it” Nico pants fingers dipping again to work an orgasm out of you.

And it does. Your orgasm comes crashing into you like a train, a broken sound that you think is a half hearted “Nico” choked off by your own moans. Your legs tremble and Nico’s hand flies down to rip at the sheets as he makes his own desperate noise. It’s animalistic, a deep throaty moan that tampers off into something like a howl. 

He doesn’t stop, thrusting into you as his cock twitches spilling hot cum into until you swear you can taste it. It doesn’t help your body is eagerly reacting to it, walls twitching trying to milk him for all he’s worth, earning you a few more lazy thrust as his release begins to spill out of you from the sheer amount of cum he’s just filled you with. 

You both pant trying to recover, your body is limp under Nico and you aren’t sure you’ll have the strength to leave the bed for the next week with out fucked out you feel.

Nico leans down to nuzzle against your neck and face giving you an apprehensive lick against your cheek. 

“Good?” He ask flashing those puppy dog eyes at you. You know what he really means, “Was I good?” “Did I please you?” “Did it make you feel good?” 

You reach up to lazily scratch against his mop of black hair and around those fluffy ears. You’re rewarded with the feeling of Nico’s tail wagging keenly.

“Yeah...you’re my good boy Nico” you hum tracing along his collar, he shivers and you can feel his dick twitch in interest. 

“Insatiable” you huff pushing his face away, he flashes you a smile with those sharp canines and nudges your hand out of the way to nose against your temple.

“You have no idea” 

It seems neither of you are going to be leaving the bed anytime soon. 

[aliasrocket]

˓ ˎ ° YOU’RE MY BABY (SAY IT TO ME.) ˋ˒

info. 6.7k words. angst. smut.

Rocket’s drunk, and it’s not for the usual reason; he’s trying to forget a certain someone. But it’s kind of hard to do that when that person is telling them to get into their car so she can send him home.

a/n. not sure if you guys have seen one of my ‘get to know me posts’ but I mentioned ‘I bet on losing dogs’ was coming out soon, this was it. I decided to rename it but the title is still a lyric from that song by Mitski.

Also there’s an important detail that I suspect some of you guys will like (if you follow my content anyway, it’s not so important if you don’t) and I wanna know if you notice it.

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“Can …”

Rocket’s hand gripped the seat. His body tensed and his hand infected your car seat with his sweat. His heart beat almost to the rhythm of the tiny bumps in the road that caused the car to waver and flinch.

“Can we talk?”

“I’m driving you home.”

“Please,” he uttered your name, slow, languid and so cautious like the sound of it could melt an eardrum. And maybe it did, because your shoulders lowered just as shakily as your name had left his lips. The reaction was almost chemical.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

You pushed the words out of you, a hydraulic press to your lungs and your voice had reached its pressure point.

“If there was nothing to talk about you would have left me to rot at the side of the road.” Rocket pried his jaw apart to say this. Gritted teeth meant a gritted answer, that lead to gritted yelling. Alcohol swam in his lungs, and maybe some got to his brain because his head was swinging along to the car. It weighed him down. He didn’t have enough energy left to yell.

Your lip was trembling. You cocked your head up, only for a moment, biting back whatever crawling lump had been poking holes in your throat just to make it out of you.

How could he yell at you?

How could he yell at you?

“I …” he swallowed. Dry. Nothing resided in his gullet but the sand the alcohol left in its wake. “I only need a minute.”

“You don’t need anything but to get home,” you persisted in a nod. You nodded some more, the succeeding ones slower and smaller. You were convincing yourself.

You were gripping the wheel, nails for claws and leaving curved marks on the leather.

He said your name. Your eyes flickered. Your chest jumped out, like your rib cage had punched a hole through you.

“Stop.”

“I missed you.”

If it hadn’t been for his glued hand to your seat, Rocket would have hit his head on your windshield from the screeching halt throwing his entire body forward.

Your hair was a mess. You were breathing heavily. Just like the day Rocket met you.

“Rocket, I—you’re—you’re right, okay? You’re right.”

“What—”

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this,” you repeated breathlessly. “When I send you home, you have one minute. Then I’m leaving.”

Rocket nodded eagerly. Shit that threw his head for a ride.

“Okay. Okay.”

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[versegm]

You didn't think you'd see the gardens of Avalon ever again.

Though, you didn't think you'd see Avalon ever, period, because only the innocent may pass and you have long crossed that bridge. But you were wrong the first time, and it seems like you are wrong once more, waking up in a field of blooming flowers. 

This is a dream, of course. Which doesn't make it any less real, mind you (you have a hard time telling dreams and reality apart these days) but that also means that you can jump on your feet way faster than you would have when awake. Having no joint pain carrying over will do that to a man.

"Alright," you wonder out loud, "where I am?"

Surprisingly, you don't see Merlin's tower. You don't see much of anything at all, really. Flowers, flowers, a little cottage, and oh, wouldn't you guess it! More flowers.

That cottage is intriguing though, so you head that way. The closer you get, the odder it looks. It has been painted with bright colors, mirroring the flower field around it. The painter was obviously very passionate... and very unskilled. Though, to their defense, painting on walls made of literal swords slot into one another cannot be easy.

You knock, twice. At the absence of response, you open the door and walk in. Similarly, the interior was clearly decorated by someone who wanted it to be cute, but had nothing but swords to work with. There's a wardrobe (made of swords,) a kitchen table (also swords,) a bed (with, thank god, a regular mattress) and-

someone rests on that bed. They turn to look at you as you step in. Half-awake, disheveled, it takes you a second to recognize that they have your face.

"Hello!" You greet them with a smile. It's not your first time meeting another one of you. You might as well be polite. "Sorry for barging in, I-"

The figure jumps on all four, bares their teeth, and launches themself at you.

You flinch back, more by reflex than intent, barely dodging the snap of their jaws. You hurriedly step back, heartrate quickening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're three steps away from the door. If you throw a gandr at them, it might buy you some time-

The person tries to bite you again, snarling- only to be abruptly stopped mid-jump.

They have a collar. They have a collar, wrapped tight around their neck. They have a collar, and a leash, a thick chain keeping them tied to the bed.

They snarl at you, growl and spit like an animal, not a single word coming out of their mouth. They flail their arms wildly, trying to claw at you with long nails.

They don't reach you. A firm hand closes around your collar, and jerks you away from their reach.

"Ritsuka," speaks a soft voice, "I told you. If you want to bite, bite this."

The person who pulled you away from the mad dog extends an arm forward. Your other self wastes no time; they grab that arm, pulls it forward, and sink their teeth in the flesh. The person doesn't so much as flinch.

Instead, she turns to look at you, and smiles. "Hello to you too, Ritsuka." Says Artoria Avalon. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

You don't know what to say. You don't know how to even begin to process this. 

While you stand dumbstruck, Artoria steps forward. Your other self moves to bite her closer to the elbow. Her pale skin is littered in red teeth mark, you notice. This isn't the first time happened.

"It's okay," she says, calm as ever, as she wraps her other arm around the stranger wearing your face. "It's okay, Ritsuka. It's just me."

Her words must stir something inside of them, because they let go of her arm. There is a small, pitiful whine, and then they start licking at the bite mark.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." She raises a hand to pet their hair. "It doesn't hurt that much anyways. Your jaws aren't that strong, Ritsuka."

You swallow hard. "What... what happened to them?"

Artoria doesn't even turn to look at you. "Wouldn't you know best?"

You do. Of course you do. If you have learned anything from this baseball game, it's this: for every one of your success, there is a version of you who fails. This one- this is the one who chose to forget the horrors they've seen. "This is the one who chose to be an animal."

That gets Artoria to looks at you, glaring with all her might. "Don't speak of them like that. Don't speak of yourself like that." A slight pause. And then, in a calmer tone: "They're human. You're human. They just... forgot about that, for now."

"Do you think they can remember?"

"They recognize me, don't they?" And surely, they must; why else would they press themself against Artoria so? Why else would they try to soothe the bites they gave? "I found them wandering between timelines, hurt and alone. They are no longer hurt. I won't let them be alone. I will help them be human again. They will be okay. I will make sure of it."

"Do you even know what that means, to be human?" She's a fairy, and a sword, and a star so bright you want to hold her in your palms even as she burns your skin away. Doesn't she have enough of a burden to carry? Why saddle herself with you?

"I know you, if nothing else. And what are you, if not a human?"

You are unsure of many things. You don't believe that you are innocent. You don't believe that you are sane. You don't believe that you are a good person at all, really.

But human. That, yes. That, you're certain you are.

"Thank you," you tell her, on the behalf of the you who has yet to remember how to speak. "Sorry for the bites. They must hurt."

"I told you. It's alright. I don't mind." She smiles, at you, at them, at Ritsuka Fujimaru. "I am your sword. I will never let you be alone. I will never let any of you be alone, Ritsuka."

[eldritch-spouse]

*Ahem*

Usually, when a lord of Hell walks the surface, it's more than enough reason to hide.

They're impulsive, exceptionally despicable beings who only exist to exert and spread their sin, beacons of indulgence. Who knows what will happen once one has their eyes on you?

The problem is, you can't exactly stay out of sight when said lord has their eyes on everyone.

Rinx fascinates you. Well, he also scares you a great deal, but you're mostly in awe of his mere existence. This "icon", as you've come to understand, treats the surface like his own personal Walmart. Everything's for free. And when it's not, he has enough gold and varied currencies to make sure he can have it anyway.

Of course, no demon is above taking what they want.

His servants, carrying near endless "wishlists" for their master, all scrambled to fetch their goals. Items of great value, thingamajigs of little relevance, people that fit certain descriptions. You might have been the unluckiest of them all, fast enough to lose the small yet crafty pink demoness chasing you down, only to run straight into the- Well... Given the height difference, you basically bonked head first into his...

Yeah.

Anyhow. You had the massive misfortune of a charging bull who essentially ran off a cliff, jolting the tall greed lord into an elated coo, picked up like a kitten within seconds as the odd green creature squealed about you being just the cutest thing!

And that's essentially the basic gist of how you ended up here.

Here being the icon's palace. Wrangled out of your clothes, bathed and forced into scandalous green silks for the greedy green bastard. Really, you could have struggled more, sure, but where would that get you? You know for a fact that you're in Hell. While some other poor saps had the privilege of being carried within vehicles, you were unfortunately cradled "home" like a pooch, eyes uncovered to the depraved landscapes around you. His servants may be on the small side, but they're still demons. They have claws, sharpened teeth, horns- You wouldn't last that long in a fight with them if it came down to that.

Yet, even if you did- Not only would you have to find a way out of this maze of a palace, you'd also have to survive in the streets of the greed ring and somehow find your way to the surface. The chances of that working out are so small you'd need a microscope to ponder on them.

So you guess you're a royal purse dog now.

Well no, the term's a bit gross when you consider the context. You wouldn't dress a poor pooch like an erotic dancer.

You know exactly what type of pet you're destined to be and you're not one bit thrilled about it.

The pink demon girl that has been leading you down the long halls, only ever occasionally glancing back at you, stops by golden-rimmed doors and motions for you to enter. You sigh.

" He's in there, isn't he? "

" Mhm. Please go ahead. " She insists, addressing you by some pointless honorary title.

" I have a name, you know? " You just want to stall.

The smaller monster gives you an odd look. " I prefer not to get attached... "

Oh, you hate the sound of that.

" Please, go inside. " She sounds exasperated.

With a barely-muffled whisper-scream, you push the doors ajar and do as told.

The room is dark, bathed in red, you can barely see anything. The only source of light is a very dim chandelier over Rinx's bare figure kneeling on what you assume must be a velvet carpet. Nothing is left to the imagination. An odd, gargantuan yet elegant form staring eagerly at you. Even more eager is what's poking out between those legs.

Everything is happening at a pace much too quick for you to process.

" Ah yes! My finest find today... " The icon sing-songs, tail swishing wildly, a massive clawed finger curling in invitation. " Come come! "

You don't, toying with the hems of your ridiculous outfit.

A soft chuckle sounds. " Aww, don't be shy now. "

Why is he hard already? Was he fantasizing about this? About you? You're not sure if he thinks you're that hot or if he just happened to want a human for himself regardless of who they may be.

" You look gorgeous, my little treasure. Won't you let me take a closer look? "

A charmed, tentative step forward is all it takes.

Long arms extend and large meaty hands grasp you by the waist, dragging you uncomfortably close to the naked demon lord. You're redder than a ripe cherry.

A claw frames your chin.

" I think you'll quite like the palace life. "

[dirtyvulture]

😎 Sooooooo My Nephew is due TODAY ✨✨✨✨ my sister was induced this morning and is going back to the hospital night . It’s very likely that My nephew will be born on the 11 ( especially considering the first baby’s labor typically takes a REALLY LONG time and my nephew is my sister’s first) . So Dad , Mom and I decided to celebrate a bit with beer , pizza and there is also cake !!!!!!!

Now let’s see if I can come up with soo thoughts !!!!!

I will start it with , I read the new fic and it’s AMAZING like always and once again vulture proves why they have the title of god of lust with that smut !!!!! I have been talking with a friend and we all know how SB is a golden retriever , welllllll ….. my friend and I decided that Wolvie R is a grumpy old German Shepherd and that DK! Nat is a golden retriever ( Sgt Romanoff is of course a black cat) . My friend and I also decided that the CEO ! R is a high maintenance golden doodle , and that Nat was acting like a TRUE Black Widow ( much like the ones in the comics and muc) . I found a very interesting detail about how excited R got about talking about her work , her plans , tech in general and her company….. she has so much pride and passion in her work . Seeing how that played out is just soooo heartbreaking.

Ummmmmmm , let’s see if I can come up with something of a thought for the SB and DK universe.

I think Sarah ( SB’s sister) was induced when she had her son ( SB’s nephew) , SB was soooo excited ( think FULL BLOWN excited golden retriever completed with HONEST TO GOD ZOOMIES ) and was trying to be as supportive and helpful as possible . Getting Sarah snacks, helping her walking around, just anything and everything . They are even helpful and supportive of Sarah’s partner. SB told Nat that she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to but Nat came anyways , Nat fell asleep in a chair and SB DIDNT SLEEP AT ALL ( they were READY for their nephew) . Ps I am fully projecting as my sister lives soooo far away from the rest of us so I won’t be able to see , meet or hold my nephew UNTIL JULY/ JUNE 😭😭😭😭 I will probably wouldn’t be able sleep tonight because I am sooo excited for my nephew!!!!!!

Soooo I had to clip my nails again today , my nails grow so damn fast that I have to CONSTANTLY cut them ( I FUCKING HATE those emery board things, they feel sooo weird and I HATE IT) . I think that R’s also CONSTANTLY has to cut/ clip her nails as they grow LONG and SHARP ( not like full blown CLAWS but still long and sharp) and soooo FAST , so she cuts and clips them so she doesn’t accidentally scratch the shit out of herself or others. She also has a bit longer Canine teeth, sharp ones too ( again NOT full blown fangs or anything like that) . R also HATES the dentist ( I can go more in depth on this later ) !!!!

That is about it for this post , everyone take it !!!!!

I'm responding to this very late but I hope your nephew was born safely and your sister is doing well :)

Thank you very much for the love on a new fic! 🥰 I do have some plans for a Part 2 when I finally get the time to write again.

I love all the analogies to dogs, they are all very fitting. And yep, CEO!R is definitely a golden doodle. I don't think she necessarily tries to be a high-maintenance or obnoxious person, it's kind of the way she was raised, and yes, she is actually extremely smart and talented, but as a woman in tech she is just not respected that way.

Sergeant Beef would be so excited for their coming nephew, and of course Sergeant Nat would be very impressed (and probably even feral) for them the whole time. And I hope you get to see your nephew in person at the earliest chance you get!

Lol, I wonder if Wolvie!R has the dexterity to cut her own nails with her claws on the other hand...that would probably be very dangerous though and Nat would make her stop immediately.

Thanks for stopping by, anon!

[rainswept]

why do you like chuuya /gen, like I dont mean to sound rude in anyway but why😭🙏

this is going under a read more because i started yapping and couldn’t stop. i’m sorry

his personality. hes so funny and hes such a bitch i love him. but also he’s an incredibly dynamic character. he’s well written and tbh that’s enough for me to like him already. he’s had so much shit thrown at him and very well could have become a horrible person but he’s not. others care about him and he cares about others. he hasn’t let himself become as bitter as he could have been. he is still so full of humanity despite it despite everything SEE NEXT PARAGRAPH

i’m a sucker for characters that are entirely completely human and yet don’t think they are, or struggle with whether they are or not (especially thinking so because of all the reasons that they are— but i suppose chuuya doesn’t really fit that part so i won’t get into that now.) like yes chuuya has (or had, i guess) a reason to believe he isn’t, but does that really matter when faced with the fact that you have emotions and blood just like everyone else? does your make matter when you’re not so different after all? it’s existential. it makes u think. 

his crime list is about as short as he is and i find that wonderful

his lore/past/backstory whatever you want to call it. not even, he’s still going through it. man 😭. he’s had so much loss but not a single goodbye and i think that’s a really fucking good (and depressing) concept. he has never had the chance to mourn properly. he acts like he did.

hes cunty

his dynamic w dazai i find very compelling too. like yes they bicker and yes they fight and yes they “hate” each other (they don’t) but they also trust each other with their lives and have left them in each other’s hands too many times to count. it shows u the depth of both their bond but also the characters individually. they’re not entirely self sufficient.. they can obviously take care of themselves but they’re at their best when working togegher. i thinkt hats cool. FREINDSHIP IS MAGIC!!1! no but it shows u that even the strongest people arent at their best until theyre able to connect. not that dazai and chuuya have a model relationship at all… but there’s trust there. and that’s enough

hes hot

he makes me so viscerally and upsettingly sad

dog motifs. ok hear me OUT i’m SORRY but tbh the title was what got me interested in bsd in the first place. everyone is a stray in this show and i like that very much. i love characters that are LOYAL to a FAULT. i love characters with gnashing teeth and wagging tails. i love characters that hold so tight onto things their hands hurt and they end up causing them to flee. that “everything i’ve ever loved has claw marks on it”??? yeah give me that shit i will eat it up EVERY TIME. i love characters that are blinded by their senses of duty, not in the way that they’d do anything whoever they’re loyal to asks of them (though that is a nice dynamic too, i don’t think that’s as Chuuya ™️ as the other i’m talking about), but in the way that they’d lay down their life without a second thought (or caring about how those people see them). a dog that is beat may bite but but but it will still have its duty. even if it hates it. (<- see also AKUTAGAWA akutagawa is the reigning champion of dog motifery that is probably why i love him so much. but that is akutagawa. and i’m talkign about chuuya so im gonna dhut up now) ) i like characters with Three Betrayals COUGH COUGH COU💥💥💥💥ogh mymgod scafamocuhe 3 betrayals chuuya flags sheep dazai Im HOWLIFJG someone KILL ME NEOW ok thay doesnt make aense i just thought it was funny. anywa

fanbs fanbs* FANGS idc if they’re fake

thanks for comign ti my ted talk 🙏 i may add more later. but i didn’t want to. talk. too much. um. i think that’s out the window though

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The fireball whizzed past your head in a wide and wiggling arc that never came close to hitting you, but you acted impressed anyway.

Zeb's eyes were narrowed in concentration, one hand holding his wrist tight in an attempt to keep his arm steady. Sweat stuck his hair to his face and his clothes to his back, the air around him crackling and popping with magic that gathered in the empty palm of his hand.

You watched the new fireball grow from a weak spark to a golf ball of blazing light.

The boy was getting better, faster at gathering his power in one place. You smiled wide as Zeb fixed you with a dark glare and thrust his fireball towards you.

The ball bounced off of thin air and zigzagged across the empty space between you only to sail right between your ears.

Zeb flopped to the ground, flat on his back in the grass panting like an overworked dog. You applauded his effort.

"You're doing great! You've just gotta work on your aim a little more." You wandered over to the boy and offered him a hand, intending to pull him to his feet.

He grabbed your wrist quick as a flash and put all his hate and frustration into a new miracle. White hot magic wrapped tight around your wrist and tried its hardest to bury itself in your skin, but you shook it off with little effort. You snorted, hauling Zeb upright. "Nice try, I'm favored by Dionysus so I'm immune to Divine magic in small quantities."

Zeb scowled at you without really scowling. The face he made was somewhere between pouting and wanting to melt your face off again. You ruffled his hair and felt him stiffen, ducking out of your reach.

You gesture back towards the house. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up, you reek."

Zeb didn't move, feet firmly planted in the grass, the sun sinking below a stretch of ruined buildings that threw gap-mouthed shadows across the pasture that wiggled like many jointed fingers in the way evening shadows tend to do.

"Or I could just leave you out here for the Yotls to play with, your choice." You shrug. It's a bluff at best, your wards are pretty good at keeping most things that would do you harm out most of the time, and what your wards don't catch your dogs will.

And if something makes it past your dogs? Well, that's what bullets are for.

But Zeb didn't know that.

There was no fear in his eyes, just distrust and defiance.

"Sir Matthew does not suffer weaklings." Zeb said in his scratchy little voice.

"Sir Matthew isn't here." You reply.

"He doesn't have to be, he taught me how to survive on my own! I'm not scared of any stupid Yotls, I'll kill them if I have to." Zeb believed every word that came out of his mouth the way kids in tight spots always did. They wrapped their hope in teeth and hate, and only felt safe when they saw something bleeding.

You ears flick back. "Fine, If you can hit me, anywhere, with one of your fireballs I'll let you stay out here by yourself for as long as you like... deal?"

Zeb's eyes light up for just a second before darkening again. "I don't make deals with devils, but I'll play your game."

"Good." You stand still and spread your arms. "Take your best shot kid, you only get one so make it count."

Zeb took up his stance again, balanced on the balls of his feet like a prize fighter, legs spread, hand wrapped around wrist.

You heard him say his prayer under his breath, summoning the 'miracle' from with in him, making it gather like droplets in a bowl. He curled his fingers into a claw, forming a cage around the light that grew there, protecting it from the wind. His pulse pounded in his ears, the miracle tugging at all the veins in his body, pulling the life from his breath to fuel itself until it was big enough to throw.

He felt dizzy and hot, but he stayed still, eyes focused on your chest.

'Always aim for the center of mass'

This was a dangerous, backwards way of casting, but it's what the boy knew so it's what he used.

"Your palm is too large of an area for you to focus on." You said "Try a fingertip instead and see if that helps."

Zeb glared at you like you'd just told him red and yellow make purple, but you watched his hand slowly curl into a tight fist, the light of his fireball oozing between the gaps of his fingers. He extended his pointer finger at you.

The transformation from spark to golf ball came much quicker this time, so quick that Zeb stared at his own hand in disbelief.

He looked from the fireball to you and back, his expression troubled as if he was thinking better of this ordeal.

But still, he shut his eyes and fired his little finger gun at your chest.

The fireball still bounced and zagged, whirling through the air towards you like the frenzied thoughts of a troubled mind.

It didn't hurt when it hit you, and it did hit you, skidding to a cartoonish halt inches away from your chest before deciding to take a detour up toward your head where it careened back down and took off the tip of your left ear in a flash of smoke and sparks.

When Zeb opened his eyes, you were bleeding, you were smiling, you were PROUD!

"Good job! You did it, you may claim your prize any time you like, I'm gonna go inside and fix this before anybody sees." You detach your ear from your head and shove it in a pocket. "If you get sick of being out here at any point, just knock ok?"

You offered the stunned little boy a polite wave and made you way back to the Warren without another word.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Wips

Below is a list of one-shots I'm working on with a special event announcement below. Please enjoy. 

Resentment [Vergil x Reader]

Fandom: DMC

Information: This goes hand in hand with the event announcement below. The concept is that you are a representation of Envy who lost their name and Virgil is seeking you so that he can open one of the seals on Temen-ni-gru. 

Snippet:

You resent them, all of them, for everything they own and have accomplished. As you stare out at the crowded street from your bedroom window you can not help but feel bitter toward the people roaming around. Compared to you, they live carefree lives. 

Hurt/comfort - Untitled [Akutagawa x Reader]

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Information: Untitled as of yet, this is meant to fit in with my 'To Thine Own Self Be True' universe. The reader and Akutagawa have been together for almost a year and a botched mission puts the reader in danger, bringing their secret relationship in the limelight. 

Snippet:

Resting against his shoulder, you feel him tense up a bit. It's humorous, considering how long you have been with him, but you understand. Akutagawa isn't used to this sort of thing.

"I'm sorry," you utter. 

He sighs in response. 

"Even if I would have complained, you would have done it anyway."

You smile, nuzzling against him. He knows you so well.

A/B/O - Untitled [Dazai x Reader]

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Information: This will be an omega verse one-shot. The reader is an omega who goes into hiding with Dazai, who is an Alpha after they defect from the Port Mafia. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, the reader runs out of scent blockers. 

Snippet:

"Are you baking?" Dazai asks as he sniffs the air. "Something smells nice."

You frown. Shit! What are you supposed to say?

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I need something from the surface. It's urgent."

Dazai peeks over the back of the couch. There is a darkness in his eyes that makes you shiver. He knows. 

"Are you in heat?"

Domesticated [Akutagawa x Reader]

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Information: The title is going to be changed, but this one-shot is an AU featuring the reader from my 'To Thine Own Self Be True' universe. It follows the events of Bungou Stray Dogs: Beast where Akutagawa is a member of the Armed Detective Agency. 

Snippet:

"What condition will you have me fulfill?" Akutagawa asks. 

You hum. It has been a week since Ranpo had issued the OK card and you hadn't given it much thought, honestly. Leaning back in your chair, you take him in. What can you ask him to do to test his self-discipline and morals? 

An idea comes to mind and you snap your fingers. 

"Take me out on a date."

Akutagawa widens his eyes a bit. "A date?"

You nod. 

"What better way to judge your character? There is a lot that goes into date planning, so don't expect it to be that easy. I'm not the materialistic type, but I'll fail you in a heartbeat if you don't put your all into it."

The ombre-haired man hums.

"I will not fail." 

Welcome to the Jungle [Vaas x Reader]

Fandom: Far Cry 3

Information: The reader in this AU is a photographer who follows her colleagues onto the Rook Islands in a last-ditch effort to find the mysterious Rakyats who are rumored to have a mystical power, only to run into Vaas who is cursed. 

Snippet:

"You have heard about this place, no?" the guide asks. 

You hum. 

"I've read up on it a bit. During the 15th century, the natives helped a Chinese explorer take down Lin Cong's empire and free their people. It's a remarkable story."

The guide laughs. 

"It is remarkable. You know the history…but do you know the island is cursed?"

Cursed? You snort. The man narrows his eyes in response. 

"Long ago, a warrior betrayed his people and the leader cursed him, turning him into a ferocious weretiger whose claws and teeth can tear through flesh and bone with ease. The natives say the tiger still roams the jungle," he explains. 

"I don't believe in curses. Everything has a logical explanation," you state.

The man leans in. 

"Ask yourself what you believe when you come face to face with the weretiger. I assure you that you will not be so doubtful then."

Events:

Bordering on Madness Yandere Event [Various x Reader]

Fandom(s): Various

Information: Centering around @writeformesinpie 's A-Z Yandere Prompts, I plan to write for each letter with a different character. Below is a list of the dialogue starters with the character's name and fandom. 

List:

[lilianlay]

Tickletober day 10 - interrogation

Thanks @fresh-thomato for choosing pic ^^

Itto x Gorou

- Tell me why I'm here? - Gorou crossed his arms and looked at Itto.

Guys went to the Komore Teahouse, in which the head of the Arataki gang invited the general.

- I thought you should rest after your hard work. - the tall man smiled.

- What? Why do you care so much about me? - the dog boy blushed a little and his ears twitched.

- You just need it.

They entered the room Itto had booked, left their shoes at the entrance, and sat down at the table.

- I also took care of the food. - Arataki smiled with all his thirty-two teeth.

- Who are you and what did you do with Itto? - Gorou is still sitting in shock from the behavior of the white-haired but a little giggle.

Oni laughed.

- Oh, I'm all right. - he's still giggling. - I wanted us to have a good time. - Itto began to draw circles on the wooden table. - And maybe we could talk about Miss Hina..

Gorou showed a real poker face.

- Why didn't I think of it right away. - he started to get up.

- Wait a minute! It's not the most important thing!

- Somehow I don't believe you. - the general snorted. - Oh, probably because you always ask about her.

Gorou was about to leave, but Itto grabbed his arms and pulled him towards him.

- Wohh.. - the shorter guy could not stand on his feet and fell on the knees of the head of the Arataki gang. - Don't hold me! I'm leaving anyway!

- I didn't mean to do that.

- Wh-? - the dog boy was confused.

The tall man grabbed Gorou's hands in his and pressed them under his knees.

- What are you doing?! Let me go!

- If you tell me anything about Miss Hina, I'll let you go.

- I won't tell you anything!

- Okaaaaay.

The red-eyed lowered his hands to the general's tummy and placed his hands on it.

- W-wait. What you? Oh no, don't you dare! - Gorou began to squirm.

- I'm sorry, but this is the only way to get you to talk. - long black claws began to gently tickle the blue-eyed tummy.

- Nohohohohoho! Ihihihihitto ahahahaha - the bow user started to try to break free from the strong grip, but nothing came of it. Tickling had weakened him greatly.

- So, I want you to tell me about Miss Hina. Her favorite color, music, food, flowers, type of guys. - Itto was excited as he kept thinking about her.

- I dohohohohon't knohohohohow ahahahanythihihihing! Stohohohohop or I'll fihihihnd a wahahay to puhat yohohohou in jahahahail!!!

- For the sake of new information about my dear Miss Hina, I am ready for this.

This is strange love. Especially to the fictional character that was Gorou. Of course he would never tell him about it.

Thoughts were interrupted by a new fit of laughter when the head of the Arataki gang decided to grab the general's right leg and pull it to him. He start slowly draw on Gorou's feet. The dog boy's hands are still trapped.

- Tell me at least how I can meet with her one on one.

- Nohohoho wahahay! I dohohohon't knohow anythihihing abohout heheheheher.

- It is not true. Hmm, okay, if you don't want it for good.. - the claws begin to tickle the blue-eyed toes. - It will be worse~

Gorou's eyes widened and he began to kick the floor with his free foot and laugh out loud.

- Gehehehehehet yohohOHOHOHOOHOur clAHAHAHAHWS ohohohoohut! Ittohohohohoho, NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE, oh Ahahahahaharchon. - he tried to raise his torso, but in the end Arataki saw a wagging tail.

- Awww, do you like it? Why didn't you tell me right away? - Oni smiled.

- Nohohohohohoho, I dohohohohohohon't lihihihihihike it - he blushed so much.

- Your tail says otherwise hehe.

- Stohohohohohohohop!

- Who is Miss Hina?~

- I reayahahahahahally dohohohohon't knohohohohohow

Itto gently lowered the general's leg and looked at him.

- P-plehehease stohohohop. - the dog boy tried to catch his breath.

- You didn't answer any of my questions~

- Mmheheh, I already said I don’t know anything.

Arataki only smiled gently and began to tickle his ears.

- NOHOHOHOHO! DoHOHOHOHOn't tohohohohouch MYHAHAHA EAHAHAHAES, PLEHEHEHEASE - he turns his head from side to side.

- Answer at least one question. - the claws rose and fell along the entire length of the ears.

- Who is Miss Hina?~

Gorou closed his eyes and because of this, tears ran down his red cheeks.

- Shehehehehehe's myhahahahaha sihihihihihihisteheheher! - It's the first thing that came to his mind. But this lie really saved him.

Itto stopped and looked round at the general.

- Sister?! - he released a shorter guy. - Sister!

The bow user has already regretted this statement.

- You have to introduce me to her!

- But..

- No buts! Oh, and I won't tell anyone about your family connections. - Oni were so happy. - You are the best! - he hugged him.

Gorou began to blush again. Can he feel jealousy towards Itto because of himself?

- So, our food will be brought soon. I really hope you don't leave. - the head of the gang is still hugging him.

- Mm, I can't get out of your arms. - the general giggled. - Provided that we will talk about anything, but not about her.

- Promise!

Gorou smiled and hugged Oni back as well, and continued to blush as his tail wagged happily.

[sp1rit-realm]

₊‧꒰ა 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⧿ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬! 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞!

Happy 900!!!! Ummm Marauders maybe? but if you think someone else fits better I assure you I don’t mind.

Where to start, i’m pretty quiet, like very very soft spoken until im really comfortable in a room. Once I know someone I’m still quiet in volume but then i can talk for at least 15 minutes straight without losing my rhythm and i get very very animated, lots of facial expressions, too many hands waving around. I like reading but I can’t call myself a bookworm because I take too long to finish them and usually give up so i’m more of a book dragon. I love writing and art and being creative and I love to learn but i hate to be graded. My favorite color is burgundy and my favorite season is whatever one it currently is until the very end and i’m sick of it, then i like whichever one is coming next. I like to collect things and i’m way too sentimental. I like rain and leather jackets and i don’t know if you want any physical attributes but im short enough that literally everyone comments when i wear tall shoes (i have platform doc martins with a heel so it’s only like 4 inches which i guess is a lot over all but even then Im only up to like 5’6-‘7 barely) And my hair is stuck an almost auburn color because I dyed it dark plum/burgundy in november and now the final claws of goldish red are dug in and i don’t see it letting go, which is especially annoying because my roots are returning much lighter than i last remember but I’ve been dying my hair since at least last June so i don’t know what I really expected. I have identity crises over my hair at least every other week.

In terms of how I love people it’s very much however it works with that person. I like when people like to pay attention to me and look for me in a room and that kind of thing, I also really like to be held and have my hair played with,,,,i find dogs very relatable (but don’t let that sway your decision in anyway, do what your heart tells you)

I’m sure 900 people leads to a lot of asks, but i have no idea, so please take your time and don’t feel rushed or obligated at all. I am so proud of this milestone for you and i’m so proud of all the people coming to their senses to appreciate such a talented spirit like you 💖💖💖

HI MARA!!!!!! THANK U SO MUCH

if you mean marauders era in general, i say (drumroll please)

you and dorcas!

to me, her character is very laid back, but secretly she's so passionate. like, she pretends she doesn't care, but really secretly does. she would adore all the things you collect, and will listen to anything you have to say about them. she'd still have to lean down to kiss you. she would say, "really? new hair again, mara?" and then she would whisper to you, "it's cute, makes your eyes pop." because nobody can know that she adores anybody, until you become official. then, she can't stop talking about you. she will read books to you as you lay your head on her lap, hair being played with. she would dance with you in the rain. she would steal your jacket because it smells like you, and because it means everybody knows you're hers. she would sit and listen to you rant/ramble/infordump and watch lovingly as your mouth moves a mile a second and your tongue gets all twisted. she would hang up your art, proudly displaying it as to say: "yeah, my girlfriend? they're perfect, and talented, and beautiful, and look at this art they made." she would kick someone's teeth in for you, and she winks at you during her quidditch games, loving how much you blush; stark red in the sea of green.