#like pup cups you get for doggies

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi Lofty!!

I love all your work and can't get enough of your Healthcare AU!🖤

Question though: We know the boys don't do great self care especially if they are sick or hurt. Malon seems like she would be just as strong headed and always say she's fine. But how would Time react to seeing her name pop up as a patient in the ED?

Like if she got into a car wreck (not a horrific one, though I'm sure Time would lose it) or had an incident with a horse and got banged up, maybe even a concussion, and was trying to refuse treatment because she's "fine", only for Time to burst in.

How would Time react to it all??

The sky had steadily darkened as they drove. Warriors' usual cheerful chatter died down before he'd finally started breathing softly in gentle, rhythmic patterns of sleep. Time glanced over at him on occasion with a fond smile and then he gently turned on a quiet music station on the radio to fill the void.

The emergency medicine conference had gone very well. The boys had learned a great deal, Time's talk was a success, and Sky had even gotten to see Sun briefly. After a good four days relaxing at the shore and getting training hours under their belts, they were ready to return home.

Time had one final class to teach today before they'd left, and he'd turned off his phone as a result. It was only now that he realized he'd forgotten to turn it back on, but he wasn't going to mess with it while he was driving. They'd be arriving home soon enough.

An hour later, Time escorted a sleepy Warriors to his apartment where Wind was cheerily waiting. After a few shared words and laughs and some hot chocolate, Time headed out. As he pulled into the long driveway leading up to the ranch, he saw a single light behind him and blew out a small sigh of relief - it was Sky's motorcycle, which meant he'd gotten there safely as well. Legend and Hyrule had carpooled separately, and he'd have to text them to confirm they were home.

When he finally parked the car and Sky pulled up beside him, Time turned on his phone. It vibrated once, twice, three, four, five, six times as he climbed out of the vehicle to check on Sky. Good grief, did the world end while I was driving?

It was probably the group chat.

Sky yawned as he pulled off his helmet, giving Time a tired smile.

"Hungry?" Time asked. "I'm sure Malon has something prepared."

"Food sounds nice," Sky hummed as he grabbed his luggage from the car and the pair made their way inside. While they walked, little details jumped out at Time, because no matter the situation or his level of calm or exhaustion, he couldn't not notice his surroundings.

Malon's car was missing. The gravel leading up to where it normally parked was tousled a little, like feet had shuffled back and forth.

Time paused.

Sky was unlocking the door, oblivious to the environment, but did note, "I wish they'd left the light on so I could see the key."

Lights. There were no lights. Not a single light in the house was on.

Time pulled out his phone, anxiety beginning to bubble in his chest.

He had multiple missed calls and more texts than could be displayed on the screen.

Sky entered the house just as Time unlocked his phone, and the pilot called confusedly, "Nobody's home!"

Hey. Tried to call but went straight to voicemail. Malon's sick. We're at the ER. She's stable, just dehydrated. Needs fluids. Don't know if staying overnight. She'll probably kill them first.

Time read the text from Twilight. The one, single, solitary text. The rest had been from Wild, who was anxiously giving update after update.

Then his phone started blowing up. Legend, Hyrule, Warriors, Four, and Wind were all texting now, having apparently just being told by Wild. Between that and the time stamps on the texts, they had just missed them.

Sky walked out slowly, phone in hand, likely reading similar information from the others. His head shot up immediately, eyebrows crinkled together in worry.

"Stay here," Time advised as he made his way back to the car, mind fixating on the issue.

"But--"

"Stay," Time insisted tersely. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so insistent on the matter, except that it gave him one less person to worry about if Sky wasn't perseverating on the matter alongside the surgeon himself as he drove to the hospital.

The drive felt like an eternity. He tried calling Twilight and got no answer, which only made him more worried. Wild wasn't answering either, and his persistent texts had stopped.

Twi just said she needed fluids, he tried to reassure himself. That's an easy fix.

But when had she gotten so ill that it was needed? What had happened? They'd only been gone a few days - what had he missed? He'd just talked to her yesterday, she'd seemed fine!

After an admittedly sloppy parking job in the garage, Time walked hastily into the emergency department, making his way past the triage desk and badging himself into the department. He caught sight of the status board and immediately found her name.

She was in one of the acute care areas. That was a good sign, at least. But the waiting room still had a few people in it, which meant she was higher priority than others. That could potentially be a bad sign.

His stomach churned even more as he tried to focus instead of spiral. He couldn't quite silence the pounding of his heart in his ears, he couldn't stop biting his tongue anxiously as he walked to her room. His usual, calm demeanor was quickly crumbling, and he was losing control of the situation fast.

When he reached her room, his phone buzzed just as he opened the door. He wasn't entirely sure how he would act, seeing his beloved wife in a stretcher, but the immediate wave of dizziness that slammed into him wasn't the first reaction he'd expected to have.

Time leaned heavily on the door, and Malon's surprised expression quickly changed to alarm. "Honey, I'm okay--"

"You're--" Time stammered, taking a shaky breath. "What's wrong?"

Twilight hastily walked up to him, guiding him to a chair beside her bed. He didn't quite notice Wild or Twilight for a moment, holding his wife's hand as she gave him a reassuring smile. It was less comforting than it should have been, given that her face looked drawn and tired and was drenched in sweat.

"I'm okay," she repeated tiredly. "Just a little sick. Threw up a lot. They gave me Zofran, so I'm doing better. Boy do I love that stuff."

"You look awful," Time blurted out. "You're pale, you're diaphoretic--"

"Oh stop spouting out an assessment," Malon hushed with a weak chuckle. "I'm just dehydrated. Couldn't hold anything down for a while. Look, see, they're giving me fluids now."

She held out her arm for inspection, and Time examined the 18G IV in her AC. She'd already gotten a 200mL bolus, and the fluids were still infusing. He looked at the monitor and saw the tachycardia, saw the hypotension, and he swallowed thickly.

Shock. She'd been going into shock.

"Do they know what's wrong?" he asked. "What's causing this?"

Malon blew out a dismissive breath. "Oh, just a bad stomach bug. Hit Wild earlier in the week."

Time immediately turned his attention to the two young men in the room, watching Wild shrivel into a corner. Twilight was strangely stiff, his expression closed off as his hand settled on Wild's shoulder.

"Boys," Malon directed at the pair. "Do you two mind getting me some water and a damp washcloth?"

The pair took the hint, exiting the room wordlessly and closing the door behind them.

"Link," Malon said gently, garnering her husband's attention. "I'm okay. I promise. You look paler than I do."

"I wasn't here," Time said suddenly, his voice choking up, his guilt and anxiety swirling in an uncomfortable mess of overwhelming emotions that he couldn't express in any given word. "You're sick. I'm--"

"You can't control everything, hon," Malon insisted. "Life isn't your OR."

Time bit back a rebuttal, because he knew she was right. It still made him feel utterly helpless, like he had been so, so long ago when he was a child. He hated it.

But he latched on to her words, latched on to the facts, latched on to the reality of the situation like he was in the OR. Because he could think in the OR, he could focus in the OR.

Malon is fine. She's sick, but she's stable. She was in shock but she's getting fluids. She's awake, her mental status is normal, she's oriented and talking to me.

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked.

Malon laughed. "Spoken like a true surgeon. Looking at the numbers before you look at your patient."

Time gave a pleading pout, though her little jab did cheer him up. If she was able to make quips about his patient care, then she wasn't feeling too terrible.

Then his wife sighed, leaning her head into the pillow and staring at the ceiling. "I'm tired. But not as nauseous as I was. And the fluids are helping. I knew I needed fluids. Figured I could handle it at home. Tried ginger ale, tried sprite, little sips of water between vomiting episodes, but I just couldn't keep anything down. I..."

Malon bit her lip, and the worried look on her face made Time's anxieties return tenfold.

"You what? What's wrong?" he asked quickly.

"I might've asked too much," Malon said, her voice shaking a little. "I just--I felt so ill, and I knew I was losing the fight with staying hydrated enough. I... I asked Twilight to do something I shouldn't have."

Time glanced out at the doorway, but with the curtain drawn he had no idea where the boys were. When he looked back at Malon, she was staring at the curtain too.

"What did you ask?" he prompted.

"I asked him to start an IV on me," Malon said finally, her expression falling further. "My hands were shaking too much, or I would've tried to just do it myself. I know he's just a basic EMT, but I also know he's done some tech work in the ED, so I figured the others had taught him how to start them. He... he really did try, but I was too dehydrated and the only vein he found blew, and... I think he feels bad about it. I shouldn't have asked him. But I was desperate and thought I could just fix it easily at home."

Time's eye traced along Malon's arm to see a small bruise that had developed from Twilight's attempt. He felt equal parts upset and concerned.

"This whole thing's a stupid mess," Malon grumbled. "The sooner I get some fluids the better. I think they'll just give me some ODT Zofran to go home and we'll be done."

She made it sound so normal. As if his wife weren't sitting in a hospital bed. As if his wife weren't so acutely ill she'd had a medical emergency.

Time spiraled a moment longer and then buried his face in his hand, leaning an elbow on the side rail of the stretcher. He and Malon had both seen and treated infinitely worse.

But it was different when it was a loved one.

This isn't even the first loved one you've seen in this position.

"I swear, you're all conspiring to each have a hospital stay," Time muttered, finally grounding himself in some levity as he squeezed his wife's hand.

Malon laughed at that. "Well, mine's less exciting than Twi almost blowing up his appendix. Or Sky getting shot. Or anything Wars has done."

"Wars didn't need an ED visit."

"Not yet, at least."

Time sighed, rubbing his face and then smiling at his wife. "Well. Either way. You're not getting out of bed for a few days."

Malon huffed, cheeks flushing in defiance. "I have things to do--"

"You're sick. I'm taking care of you."

"You? You're a surgeon! I'd be better off being taken care of by one of the barn cats!"

Time spluttered, "I can take care of my own sick wife!"

"You're not a nurse," Malon fired back. "You don't know how to take care of a patient, just how to fix them. There's a difference."

"Well, then, you'll just have to teach me," Time argued stubbornly, kissing her hand. "I'm taking care of you whether you like it or not."

Malon sighed, put out, and relented. Then she gave him a cheeky grin. "I'll be sure to demonstrate how you act when you're ill."

"Malon--"

"All the whining and moaning--"

"Malon, be merciful--"

"And the constant neediness--"

"That's just playing dirty and you know it."

His wife's laugh was far more energetic this time, giving him some peace in his still anxiously fluttering heart. Time took her hand in both of his once more, stroking it lovingly.

The peace of the moment was shattered when the curtain was nearly torn off its hooks as Legend led a stampede of young men into the room.

"Malon, are you okay--"

"Who's your physician, I'll make sure they're actually getting stuff done and moving things along--"

"Forget that, who's her nurse--"

"Are you hurting? Wild said your stomach hurt before--"

"Did the Zofran help?"

"Malon can we grab you anything?"

The pair stared at the group, overwhelmed for a moment, and then Malon smiled, eyes filling with tears. "I guess I have a lot of nurses taking care of me."

"You do," Time assured her, taking the damp washcloth out of Twilight's hands and placing it over her forehead. Malon hummed in contentment as she was surrounded by her husband and her boys, and despite the chaos of the area all around them, there was at least peace in one room in the emergency department that night.

#I'll have to do a follow up to this at some point #but just know Sky is busy setting up the house #and Twi feels like garbage #because it freaking sucks fishing a needle around in a loved one and failing to help anyway #it really freaking sucks #I'm glad you like the healthcare AU :D #everyone in this family sucks at self care ❤️ #I have had coworkers start IVs on themselves and resuscitate themselves when they were sick #I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again #healthcare workers would rather die than be a patient lol #writing #lu in healthcare #lu time #lu malon #malink #you ask skye answers #lovely shade pup cub #I keep reading your username as shade pup cup #like pup cups you get for doggies #Now I want ice cream

[blingblong55]

Under the moon -John "Soap" MacTavish NSFW

Based on a requests: -Your local Johnny slut requests thee a oneshot or longfic (however you choose) for 23 + 5 for Kinktober: Monster AU and Breeding because we all know and love that Johnny's a fucking werewolf. You can sprinkle a bit of pet play and praise here and there. Please and thank you for your consideration 😘 -Idk how to request for the kinktober, but I would like to request Fem Reader x Soap for no.15 & no.23, please? Tq!! --- F!reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, praise, pet play, breeding, monster au, werewolf au, established!relationship, doggy style ----

Ever since he told you that he is a werewolf, he has been loving to fuck your tight pussy when he knows it's time to rub his scent on you again. He knows so much about your body with just one sniff, he can feel when you are about to start ovulating, which makes him feral, and he turns into his werewolf self for it. You are cooking in the kitchen? He walks behind you and dry humps you until you turn around and that's when he tears your clothes apart, revealing your perfect pussy lips to him.

His cock is already hard from just watching you whimper. "Johnny-" You want to stop it but it is too good to be stopped. His hand travel all over your thighs, he sits you on the countertop and fucks his fingers into you. Wants to open your pretty cunt up for his massive cock. The veiny and throbbing length is already eager to fill you with his seed. He spreads your legs open and kisses your neck, you're wet and aching cunt fucking yourself into his fingers. He growls, "Don't move," he demands. You pout and he grins, cupping your chin and bringing your lips closer to his. His spit well into your mouth.

When the moon is full, he can't resist, all day he stays home and tries to fuck you atlas a few times. He is so horny he begins to whimper and get needy when you don't touch him or don't acknowledge him. "My love, I've been a good boy, why can't you just touch me?" His hand caressing your thighs and ass. "I promise to make you come more," he pouts and kisses your lips, trying to convince you with his big blue eyes. "All I want is to fuck you," he kisses your neck.

And once you finally give in, he has you bending over the sofa, panties to the side as he licks his slick-coated fingers. "You are the sweetest little thing ever, my love," he pulls his trousers down and tubs the tip of his cock on your entrance. He lets out a moan. He wanted to tease you until you begged for it but he, himself needed to be buried deep inside your pussy. Making you into the perfect toy for him. His beast-like hands gripping your hips, you squirm and he growls. This was the perfect position to have you in. His fat cock barely fits inside your small cunt.

He growls anytime you whimper and does care for your pleasure but his. Your back arches and he grins, your hands holding onto the edges as he pounds himself deep inside of you. You let out a gasp when he bites your shoulder from behind, he grunts and chuckles deeply. "fuck, fuck...J-...shit," you say between moans. "J-johnny!....fuck," he leaves trails of bite marks on your back. "You're my good girl, such a pretty good girl," he whispers and kisses the bite marks. "I love you," he says and rubs his hands on your bare ass and thighs, his cock still being thrust into you.

He stops, "can I fill you up? Please, Bonnie, I want to fuck my pups into your pussy. Fill you to the brim." His thrusts are rare but slow, and he caresses your back. "Fill me, Johnny," you answer and he smirks. His veiny cock reaches orgasm as your tight pussy milks him for all he's worth. He moans, head thrown back, his mohawk brushed back as he grows excited. You roll your eyes back, and loud moans escape your lips. His drool-soaked fingers fucking your tight ass. "Tell me, darling, who's my good girl," he kisses your back. His cum soon leaks inside of you. His seed filling you full, your body taking a good reaction to this.

You pull on the leash that held his collar, "I'm your good girl~" you whimper. His cum falls down so gracefully and then he turns you over. "That's right, you're my good girl, no one else's." He looks at his leash and smirks. "If my mam saw me like this, her little boy leashed like the animal he is," he chuckles, "oh she'd be disappointed." he kisses your neck. "But so as long as I'm your good pup, huh, my love," he kisses your lips so carefully. His big arms embrace you warmly, and he rubs his scent on you again this way. You know it and he does too.

"Say you love me, R/N," he whispers as his head is buried in your breasts. "I love you, Johnny," you whisper back and scratch the back of his head. He smiles, "I love you too," he kisses your chest and takes in your intoxicating scent.

Tags :@anonymuslydumb @liyanahelena @vampsquerade @sevvygirl1995 @sleepydang @amygaster004 @alxexhearts

#soap smut #kinktober 2023 #breed kink #pet pl4y #monster au #werewolf au #cod smut #john soap mctavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish fanfic #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap call of duty #cod soap #soap mactavish #cod fanart #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #captain soap mactavish

[shotmrmiller]

I know I had already popped up earlier, but the last focus was about the PetAU, and it do be givin' me thoughts, though...

Just Mr Simon 'I'm never fuckin' jealous' 'Ghost' Riley finding a nice, pretty thing that he's been dating for a about, say.. a year and some months. He has Riley, sweet pup that he is, and he would have dropped you if Riley didn't like you. Thank the Gods that Riley found you acceptable, and you accepted the pooch back! Hurrah!

Yet.. a problem at the same time. Your attention was on the dog, telling the dog 'good boy', smooching the dogs face, giving the dog attention, attention, attention.. He wasn't fuckin' jealous.. So what is the reason why you come back home, having dropped Riley off at a few-day long doggy daycare at Simon's request, and find him on his knees, naked, wearing nothing but dog ears, a collar and- holy shit, was that a tail plug??

"Go on then, love. Tell me I'm a good boy."

this is so so tasty.

You've never mentioned it to Simon because you didn't want to scare him away with the fact that you liked to pet play, as both a pet and a handler.

But here he was, giving himself to you on a glistening silver platter, and there was no way you were going to pass this up.

He's your good boy, now— so you told him as such.

"You are just so precious." You crouched in front of his kneeled form and cupped his large face in your dainty hands. "Aren't you the most handsome pup ever? Hm?"

Simon's face flushes with the praise you shower him with— you can feel his skin warm under your touch— but you can't even control it now. The words spill from your mouth like water out of a faucet.

"Such a big, strong boy. You look like a wrestler, but I bet all the money in the world that you're a nuzzler. Just a soft, kind dog that wants love and attention, yeah?"

You're babbling at this point, but Simon is glowing under your admiration, and he looks so good on all fours. With a gentle, "Stay," you start to trail your fingers from his furry ears down— his spine arching under your touch and back muscles rippling under his skin— until you reach his thick tail.

"If this was real, I've no doubt it would be wagging, smacking me in the face. Isn't that right, handsome?"

Coiling the tip of his tail around two fingers, you give it a slight pull, and soothe him with a palm of your hand on his arsecheek when he hisses at the sensation.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, I know. You look so good in this; I simply couldn't resist. Now sit for me, pup."

Simon sits back on his folded legs, hands resting in between his thick thighs, and you chuckle when you notice his erection at full mast, tip slick as it leaks precum.

"Want me to help you with that?"

He only stares at you, half-lidded eyes dark, swirling with lust.

"Speak."

Simon barks once.

"Good boy, handsome."

He can't stop the whine that slithers out from behind his clenched teeth when you wrap your hand around his fat, heavy cock and give him a squeeze.

Shushing him, you give him a few painfully slow pumps— skin bunching up on the upstroke— and press your thumb lightly on his slit.

"Your knees may be padded, but mine aren't," you hinted.

Getting up with a slight groan, a rub to your achy knees, and with one scrape of your nails on his head, you command him.

"Heel."

As you make your way towards the bedroom, the sound of his collar tinkling with each movement he makes sends a jolt to your throbbing core— arousal already dampening your knickers.

Simon barking is sending me into a tizzy i don't think you understand

#simon ghost riley #call of duty

[604to647]

Lingerie

2.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din shows you how he feels about lingerie.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), fluff with smut, established relationship, semi-public sex (people are downstairs), fingering, oral (f receiving), body worship (like in the lingerie), maybe a little degradation kink (whore/slut, affectionate), a bit of daddy kink, dirty talk, lots of pet names (pretty bird, baby, bunny, pretty girl, etc.), no implied age gap

A/N: Another one shot in the same modern AU where Din is a retired mob enforcer and now owns/runs a boxing gym where the mob guys hang out - this one takes place at the gym! I'm almost done the first two chapters of the "main" fic and hope to start posting soon. The chapters are kind of a slow burn as reader and Din meet, date, etc. so these one shots where their relationship is established is where all the smut is at for now - hee hee! 🤭 (Series Masterlist)

“I think it’s kind of a waste of money?”

“…and time? Like you’re just taking it off.  Too many snaps and stuff.”

“I dunno.  Maybe it sets the mood or something.”

“Well, she was pissed.  Got dressed and stormed off and now I think I’m supposed to apologize?”

“Dude, forget her!  Imagine getting pissed about underwear.”

This gets the group laughing and Din looks up briefly from his paperwork at the guys sitting around the boxing ring, relaxing after a long day of work and work outs.  One of the younger guys that’s only been working at the gym for a few months catches his eye and calls over, “Boss!  What do you think? Lingerie – worth it?”

Din shuffles his papers into a neat pile and takes off his glasses before walking over to join the group.  The truth was, before you, he hadn’t really given much thought to lingerie.  If a partner wore something lacy and matching, it was nice but not really a must have.  Before you, he might have agreed: lingerie was just something to take off.  But on you.  Lingerie on you made him feral.  Din knew that you loved your matching sets and that you wore lingerie mostly for yourself, but that just made it hotter – knowing that you had a little racy secret that wasn’t meant for anyone else drove him crazy.  And somehow, the lingerie you wore only accentuated your loveliness - you never wore anything overly complicated; just soft lace resting against your already soft skin, pretty bows decorating your pretty curves.  He might have inadvertently drooled on more than one occasion upon undressing you.  For those few times you had worn something especially for him, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming – what had he done to deserve you wrapping yourself so delicately and offering yourself up to him like a present?  His mind flashes to soft lace cups barely covering your nipples.

The snapping of an underwear band against your hip.

See-through mini dresses that flutter when you bounce on his lap.

Panties made of thin material with enough give to accommodate his whole hand.

Delicate satin straps slipping off your shoulder allowing the attached fabric to fall, revealing your breast. 

He loved lingerie on you, and found that more often than not, he didn’t take it off completely when he fucked you.

Din finds himself starting to get hard just thinking about your body barely covered in something flimsy and sheer, and he has to remind himself that he’s still at work.  Chuckling, he says to the group, “I think, if you’re lucky enough to undress a girl, Brian, you should be worshipping anything she lets you see.”

The hoots and hollers that follow are briefly interrupted when the front door of the gym opens and the unmistakeable pitter patter of canine feet approach the men on the gym floor.   The dog makes a beeline for Din; he greets the pup with enthusiastic scratches, with the rest of the guys coming over to get their share of doggy love.  Din looks up to see you following, carrying pizza boxes and an assortment of takeout containers and he can’t help but grin widely.  He leaves the dog to the guys’ choruses of “Who’s a good boy?” and comes over to help you. He had texted you earlier to let you know he was working late tonight finishing up month-end tax forms, and even though he had said he would just grab a bite to eat while he worked, you knew he wouldn’t. Missing him after your own long workday, you decided to pick up some food and take a cab over to surprise him.

Din takes the food from you with one hand and put his other on the small of your back, using it to pull you in firmly for a deep kiss.  You brace your now free hands on his broad chest as he presses into you and wonder what’s got him so riled up.

The pizza boxes and take out are deposited on a table and the guys make their way over, offering their profuse thanks before diving in to the boxes.  One of the bigger boxers, Chris, turns to you, but avoiding Din’s eyes, asks, “Do you mind helping us with a lady question, ma’am?”

Ma’am?  You giggle to yourself, that’s a new one; you decide that the moniker is a sign of respect for Din and not any commentary on your age so you smile, “Sure, what’s up, boys?”

“Is it okay if a man doesn’t care about your lingerie?”, he continues quickly, “I mean not your lingerie!! Hypothetically… I mean, um, that is…. Um, in general like, if a girl is wearing lingerie, do you have to pretend to like it?”

You must look so confused because Din steps in and explains, “Brian’s girl wore something nice for him and he told her he didn’t care about lingerie, so she left and now she isn’t speaking to him.”

Din looks thoroughly entertained, but Brian looks both so mortified and curious from where he’s standing a little further back that you decide to take pity on him and try to keep your expression thoughtful.

“Here’s the thing, guys, we don’t wear it for you or anyone else; lingerie is for ourselves.  To make us feel any number of things: sexy, confident, soft, sweet, powerful, whatever.  So please don’t tell a woman you don’t care about her feeling good?” There’s a chorus of “Ohs” and some nodding among the crowd.  You start gathering the boxes that hold Din’s dinner as you continue, “And in general, I think effort should always be acknowledged?”

There is a murmuring of consensus and you mouth to Brian, “Call her” before you head up the stairs to Din’s office; you feel Din’s foot steps close behind, and behind his, the dog’s.

Once in the office, the pup plops himself down on the dog bed Din keeps under his desk, as you lay out Din’s dinner in front of his computer.  You realized you never asked if he wanted to have dinner in his office, so you quickly confirm, “I didn’t mean to assume you wanted to eat up here!  Did you want to or do you want to go back down to the group?”

Din loves your thoughtfulness, but the idea that he might want to spend time with a bunch of gym rats instead of you is laughable.  He takes your hand and leads you over to his small office couch; sitting, he pulls you down on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Pretty bird, nowhere I would rather be than right here.”

Your lips meet his for an eager kiss, and your hands automatically reach up to run through Din’s hair as his roam your back and knead your ass.  When you pull back, you see he has a lazy grin on his face; he really can be so adorable and you give him a little peck on his nose before asking playfully, “So, did they ask you what you thought of lingerie?  What did you say?”

Din laughs, “I told those youngsters they need to appreciate how lucky they are that any beautiful woman would let them look at her, never mind in her underwear.”

You chuckle and lightly kiss his nose again, “What about you?”

“Me? There’s only one beautiful woman I see in underwear and I appreciate her very, very much.” Din punctuates his last words with a light spank to your ass causing you to give a little yelp in surprise.

“No,” you continue, almost shy, “do you… like it?”

“Like it?”, Din kisses your neck as he continues, “Baby, your lingerie drives me fucking crazy.”

He doesn’t stop kissing your neck, but does move his hands to untuck your shirt and slip his hands underneath, lightly running them up and down your bare sides.  Whispering hotly in your ear, he goes on, “Always, so fucking sexy, bunny.  You’re like a sweet little present ready for me to unwrap.”

His hands have moved up to your breasts, thumbs running over the tops of your bra lace before dropping slightly to rub over your hardening nipples through the fabric.  Kissing across the column of your throat, his voice low when he reaches your other ear, “Love the way your tits spill out of your bras and the tops bounce, right into my mouth. And these…” Din rolls your nipples between his fingers as he speaks, “I love I can still get your nipples hard even through this pretty lace. Fuck you’re always so pretty in your pretty lingerie, baby.”

Din has his mouth buried in your neck, but you can still hear his dirty words and they’re making you moan, “Pretty sounds too, bun.  You always make the prettiest, sluttiest noises for me when you’re all wrapped up.  Drives me insane.  Sweetheart, love sucking on your tits through the fabric, getting it all wet.  Have to stop myself from biting down and ripping it off with my teeth, you get me so hot.  And your panties, fuck, baby…”

You whimper as Din growls, “Fuck.  So pretty, barely covering your hot ass and sweet pussy.  Goddamn, I love how soaked they get for me.”  He takes one hand out of your shirt and snakes it up your skirt; just brushing the front of your panties with his knuckles, finding them wet, “…like this. Fuck yes, pretty bird.”

By now, you’re making little movements to grind against Din’s hand, hoping to find the delicious pressure you need. You kiss him hard and he uses his other hand to lift and bunch up your shirt just above your bra; he leans back to admire your lingerie choice today: mint green and sheer, with embroidered floral lace covering your most delicate and delectable parts.  With the slight up and down motion you’re making, your breasts are already bouncing and Din cannot take his eyes off of you, “So soft, pretty girl.  And.. there we go, right into my mouth.” He dives in, taking as much as your breasts in his mouth as he can and sucks, causing you to let out a throaty moan.  You clasp both your hands over your mouth to muffle the sound, and in that split second have a moment of clarity. “Din!” you chastise, as you gently push him off your chest by his shoulders, “you haven’t had dinner yet! You’re supposed to be eating.”

Din flashes you the biggest smirk before pulling you down by your hips and turning you so you’re laying your head at one end of the small couch, “Oh, don't worry your pretty head, bunny. I plan on eating.”  You can’t help but giggle as he starts to move down your body.  Down your chest, mouthing each lace covered breast before moving on and peppering your stomach with kisses.  Din leans back and lifts your skirt until he sees your matching panties, not missing the way a spot is darkening on the fabric. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in pleasure.

Din reaches forward and starts to rub your clit through the fabric, earning him a louder whine, “Please, Din… please.”

Without stopping his slow circles on your clit, Din shifts back on the couch and crouches down to face your cunt, “Love how wet you are for me, pretty bird.  Looks good enough to taste.”

He uses his free thumb to hook the gusset of your panties and pulls them aside; the cool air hits you right away and you have a moment to enjoy the chill against your wet core before Din dives in.  He starts by licking a stripe up your seam, and repeats this with increasing pressure while putting more and more of his mouth on you.  Your head falls back and you cry out in pleasure with every pass of his tongue over your hole.   Head now cloudy with desire, you use your hands to pull down the cups of your bra, freeing your breasts so you can grab at them and pull on your nipples; when Din sees this, he groans into your pussy and the vibration makes you whimper.  Taking this as encouragement, Din licks up and begins sucking on your clit while he teases your slit with his fingers.  Your slick having now coated two of his fingers, Din plunges them into you in one smooth motion, all the way in to his first knuckles causing you to let out an obscene moan from the stretch.  You once again clasp your hands over your mouth to muffle your sounds, but Din uses the hand that isn’t pumping in and out of you to pull your hands down by the wrist and place them back on your breasts, “Want to hear you use your whore mouth, bunny,” he mumbles as he nips at your clit.

“But what if someone hears and comes up?”

“Not even those knuckleheads downstairs would be dumb enough to come in,” Din chuckles, “Let them hear you, baby.  Let them know how good their boss makes you feel.”

Din’s right, none of the guys would come up and bother Din while you were here, but for a moment, you imagine what it would look like if one of them did open the office door right now: you splayed out on the couch, with your top pushed up and your bra pulled down, tits hanging out while their boss has his fingers deep in your cunt and his head in between your legs.  The whole image has a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you while you clench hard on Din’s fingers.

“Oh, did my little slut like that?  Does it turn you on, the idea of other guys seeing me wreck your pussy?”

“Oh, g-god. Din, no…I-“

“Don’t lie, pretty girl. You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?  Want other guys to see your pretty tits and wet pussy, knowing they can only look and they can’t touch?”

“Yes, daddy! I’m such a fucking whore for you.  Only you can touch me like this… feels so g-good.  Oh yes..yes!” You’re babbling now as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening below your stomach.

Din knows your body well, so he doubles down on your clit, sucking and toying with your nub like a man on a mission.  He adds a third finger and keeps up a steady rhythm that has you hurtling towards the edge. 

“I’m close!” you gasp, your eyes are closed and your hands pulling and rolling your nipples so hard it hurts just the right amount to add to your overwhelming pleasure.  The squelching coming from Din’s fingers fucking your pussy mixed with your and his filthy noises are pushing you further and further towards your climax; you’re almost there when Din growls into your cunt, “Come for me.”

And you do.  You come hard on his hand and mouth, crying out so intensely that ironically, no noise comes out as you shudder and arch your back off the couch.  Din slows down his hand and slowly fucks you through your high while he continues to lightly kiss you all over your mound.

When you’ve come down from your climax, Din removes his fingers from your dripping hole; you pout a little from the loss but gladly open up when his brings his fingers up to your mouth, taking in all three fingers and sucking them clean.  With his hands clean, Din straightens you up, adjusting your panties and bra so everything is sitting on your body pretty again and pulls down your shirt and skirt.  You can still taste yourself on him when he kisses you tenderly, “You did so good, pretty bird, coming so sweetly for me.  Did that answer your question about how I feel about your lingerie?”

Smiling, you nod, still a little light headed from your orgasm, “What about you, Din?” You run your hand gently over his crotch, feeling his hard cock strain against his pants; you look up at him with want in your eyes.

Din smirks.  “Don’t you worry, bunny.  When I’m done this paperwork, I’m going to take you home and soak that pretty bra and panty set in my cum.”

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin fic #din djarin x you #din djarin smut #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #modern au #no y/n

[gothic-puppyboy]

Any gear, activities, crafts, etc. for Australian shepherd kin (or dog kin in general)? Thank you!

I am SO happy you asked for gear and opened up the ask to more than just things to do! This is my oldest ask I have, and I am finally getting around to doing it. I have made many a post on dog and caninekins, but seeing as most of them are super old, I'm going to remake them.

Thank you for your ask, doggy anon!

--🦴--

Things for dogkin to do:

Play in the yard sprinklers

Have a fight with water guns/balloons

Go to a lake!

Get a pup cup from starbucks, and keep it for yourself

Go shopping for a new collar, or get a new tag for your collar

Splash in puddles you see on the ground

Make an indoor obstacle course

Lay on a pillow on the floor

Go to the beach and dig in the sand.

Go to a dog park and pet peoples dogs. Also, secretly try to communicate with them and let them know you are one of them.

Go swimming! Bonus points if you shake yourself dry.

Volunteer at an animal shelter!

Go for a walk!

Roll around in some grass

Drink water REALLY loudly and REALLY sloppily (dogs really like to do this)

Get some ice pops and bite them really hard

Play in leaf piles

Go on a hike!

Play fetch with someone

Build a den outside

Make a scent marker and mark your territory with it

Wear cozy clothes (Bonus points for faux fur)

Use this backyard explorer guide to get some outdoor time

Eat some (cooked) meat with your hands

Spend some time in nature

Do quadrobics

Get into kirigurimi! (its cute lil onesies! you can find one that looks like your kin type and be all toasty and comfy)

--🦴--

Crafts for the dogs of tumblr:

Yarn tails- Tutorial

No sew animal ears- Tutorial

Paper claws- Tutorial

Fangs- Tutorial

Decorate a collar

Make tags for a collar

--🦴--

Gear for the goodest of dogs:

Customizable dog tags

Custom canine ears

(will add more soon, I just figured you've waited long enough and was excited to get this out!)

--🦴--

#alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #otherkin #otherkind #thank you anon #caninekin #puppyboy #canine therian #canine kin #canine #dogboy #dog boy #dog #dog therian #dogkin #dog kin #wolf therian #wolf #wolfkin

[milfgyuu]

Puppy Love  Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.2k, Neighbor!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor. Summary: So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well. 

Doggie Daycare is a blessing. 

Now that might sound dramatic, but any apartment dwelling dog owner will tell you how much of a life saver it is to drop your baby off to run, swim, play, and socialize the day away because otherwise you’d be stuck walking five miles every night just to burn off some of that pent up energy. Especially those with big, bouncy breeds. Those bad boys have bottled up zoomies ready and waiting to go. 

Lizzie, your three year old Golden Retriever, was typically pretty laid back but you like to credit some of that to the fact that she’s been enrolled in daycare since she was finished with her puppy vaccines and it’s served to both tucker her out and teach her a few social manners. You also love that you don’t need to feel guilty when your work day stretches longer than usual into the afternoons. 

The little bell rings as you push through the door to pick Lizzie up and the receptionist’s familiar face greets you right away. 

“Oh, have I got exciting news for you!” Lea grins from behind the desk, “Lizzie’s got a boyfriend!”

You cup your cheeks and laugh, “Oh my gosh! She’s not old enough for boyfriends. She’s supposed to be making friends…not smooching.”

Lea laughs and comes out from behind the desk, joining you at the large window that peers into the indoor daycare room. It’s a particularly busy day so it takes a moment but Lea points into the far left corner and sure enough there is Lizzie laying right next to a pretty another pretty golden, fur red as can be, and they’re sharing one rope toy, gently tugging it back and forth between kissing each other’s faces. 

“That’s Appa,” Lea bounces on her toes happily, “It’s his first day and he’s been glued to Lizzie’s side from the moment he saw her. They’re just so sweet to each other!”

Appa breaks away from their shared toy and licks Lizzie’s ear before she nudges the toy back over to him and he plays along, following her lead. Your heart clenches and you resist the urge to bust through the glass window like the coolaid man so you can love on them both. The cute aggression swirls in your veins. 

Must. Squeeze. Dogs.

The daycare attendant notices you and Lea in the window, and waves before calling your baby over. Both Lizzie and Appa go to the door as if they’re leaving together, but of course, only Lizzie is pulled out for pick up and you watch with pouted lips as Appa sits patiently at the door, waiting for his new friend to return. He sits and waits all the way up until you reluctantly leave but only after Lea reassures you that Appa’s owner should be along shortly and would no doubt return tomorrow. 

With Lizzie all clipped into her harness and seatbelt in the backseat, you start on the way home and talk to her the whole way there, per usual. She only ever responds with a head tilt or perked ears though. The occasional “whisper” you taught her was your answer to “Just what are you doing flirting with that devilishly handsome red boy?”

Over the next few weeks, it seemed Lizzie had a renewed purpose in getting you up, moving, and out the door so she could get to daycare bright and early each day. Every evening you would go to pick her up, you would find her and Appa playing or resting together and you became so endeared with the other pup. 

It seemed as though the feeling was mutual because one day at pick up, Lea happily handed over a little baggie with a brand new toy in it. You pulled the little stuffed strawberry toy out and beamed. “That’s a gift from Appa and his dad,” Lea smirks and your brows raise, “His very handsome and seemingly very single dad…”

Seeing Lea every day during the week, you’ve formed a little friendship and share bits of life here and there around drop off and pick up times. She’s sort of like your hair dresser who knows just a little too much but you really like her - even if she’s playing a little matchmaking game on the side. 

“Well,” you grin as Lizzie bounds around the corner and sidles up to your thigh, “It looks like Liz and I have some shopping to do.”

That started a bit of a trend and every so often you and Appa’s dad would send home new toys with each other though not once had you ever run into him which was a little disheartening. Not just because Lea mentioned him being handsome or anything….You just wanted a chance to meet your dog’s boyfriend’s dad. 

Was that so odd?

On a brisk Saturday morning you decided to take Lizzie for a walk. Her pretty white coat was extra fluffy after her bath the night before and you thought she looked extra cute when the sun reflected off the pink gemstones in her collar. She was always great on leash and never stayed from your side, matching your pace so she was never too far behind or in front of you. 

There were street vendors out, children playing in the open park, people riding bicycles but still, Lizzie stayed right next to you and you tried not to look too proud of how behaved she was when you witnessed several other dog owners having a less than pleasant walk with their overstimulated companion. Then her little ears perked up and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. 

You glanced down and noticed she was staring across the park but nothing in particular stood out so you urged her to move along and she didn’t budge.

Furrowing your brows, you lean down a bit closer. “Liz, what’s wron-!”

The words tear from your lips when Lizzie suddenly breaks into a full out run and your body jerks into motion. You try your hardest to reel her back in but with her strength and momentum and you being caught off balance it is near-impossible to slow her down and she doesn’t respond to any of your frantic commands to stop. 

You heave in a deep breath, panting between running and shouting, and Lizzie just keeps running. She drags you through the park, between picnic setups and too close to a painter under the tree. You’re lead straight between a makeshift soccer match and narrowly avoid a ball to the side of your head. Lizzie keeps running and your shoe catches on a rock but before you hit the ground you slam into another body. 

The person throws their arms out and catches you before you hit the ground but suddenly your legs become bound to the strangers and you both hit the ground with a loud grunt. Thankfully, you both land on your side so at least crushing a stranger is not on your list of embarrassing things that just happened but you are indeed still bound together and there is a definitely going to be a knot on your forehead where you bumped noggins with your unfortunate savior. 

Before you can even open your eyes, Lizzie is licking you in the face and you instinctively tuck your head in but that leaves you pressing your face into the strangers shoulder awkwardly. Next thing you know, they’re the one tensing and pressing closer to you and then you hear, “Appa! What’s the matter with you?!”

“Appa?” you repeat and Lizzie puts her wet nose against your ear, “Lizzie! Ugh, stop it!”

“Wait - Lizzie?”

The licking stops long enough to look into the face of the person you’re still laying on the ground with and the second you open your eyes, you shut them on instinct. No way are you in this predicament with someone this good looking. Legs tangled together by dog leashes, drool in your hair…ugh…the cute is absent from this meet cute. 

“Appppaaa,” the man says almost teasingly, “This is your Lizzie isn’t it?”

Peeking your eyes open, the man is smiling back at you. “That must make you Lizzie’s mom, right?”

You bite your lip. “Yeah, that’s me,” you smile a bit since he’s not stopped and it’s sort of contagious, “And you must be Appa’s dad?”

“Wooyoung,” he scrunches his nose cutely, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you grin, all starry-eyed and stupid. 

Appa barks once and you both snap your eyes up to your dogs patiently waiting at your feet to be let off leash. Wooyoung carefully helps you up, bracing your elbow and just behind your back so you can both sit up and once the pups are released you bump hands a few times trying to untangle the nylon’s constricting grip. 

“I’ve really been hoping we would run into you but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Wooyoung laughs, “It’s a great story to tell the metaphorical grandpuppies though.”

You snort and Wooyoung explains. “Appa is neutered.”

“Lizzie is spayed too so no puppies,” you sigh, stretching out your legs as you and Wooyoung sit in the grass side by side, your dogs playing together a few feet away, “They do look awfully happy together though. It’s crazy how they recognized each other from so far away.”

Wooyoung leans back onto his hands. “Ahhhh,” he looks over at you and giggles, “Young love. Thank you for the toys by the way. I swear he makes it a point to play with all of them at least once a day.”

“Same to you! Lizzie accidentally put a hole in the lamb you bought her and wouldn’t leave my side until I sewed it back together for her. She plays extra gentle with it now.”

He smacks his hand over his chest and proclaims, “Ugh….my heart.”

Ugh. Yours too. 

You spend another hour or so lazing in the park getting to know each other while Appa and Lizzie spend much needed quality time together. As if they weren’t together yesterday and won’t be again on Monday. It’s sweet though how well they get along and OK…maybe Wooyoung is really easy to get along with too. 

He’s charming and funny, and just as Lea said, very handsome, but he’s down to earth and you find that you quite like his company. Lizzie likes him too and now that you’re able to love on Appa in person, not just through the daycare window, you adore him even more. You were happy to have found someone who was every bit as crazy about dogs as you were. 

It was a touch awkward when you finally made your goodbyes only to realize you were both headed in the same direction. The dogs were happy as clams, walking side by side and Wooyoung very easily carried the conversation as you went. The fifteen minute walk went by much too quickly and then you’re stopping in front of your building.

“Well, this is us,” you say, not mindful enough to leave the disappointment out of your tone. 

Wooyoung looks up at the building and laughs. Full belly laughs and you’re lost until he says, “No way is this happening…We live here too.”

Your brows fly into your hair line and your jaw drops……you’re….neighbors?

“We’re on the east end of the first floor, where are you?”

Wooyoung points, “West end of the third floor,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “This is really wild!”

“I am just as shocked as you! How have we never run into one another until now?”

“I think there is something to be said for the cosmic timing of things.”

The way he looks at you makes your cheeks pinch and Lizzie nudges your leg, pushing her head just beneath your hand. “Well, um, maybe we will see more of each other now that we’ve met…I’m sure that would make the pups happy.”

Wooyoung grins, almost in a bashful sort of fashion. “It would make me happy too.”

The urge to openly squeal is absolutely appalling and you settle for what you hope is a flirty sort of smile. “Me too,” you chuckle, “I’ll uhh, catch you later, Wooyoung.”

He watches a little too closely as you turn away, still grinning like a fool. “Definitely.”

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The universe did indeed plan for you to bump into Wooyoung nearly every day since that initial meeting. Oddly enough you now saw him in the mail room, at daycare drop off or pick up, at the market, in the parking lot. It was really unintentional but you looked forward to those chance meetings and it very quickly became the highlight of your day. 

At some point you began picking Appa up from daycare when Wooyoung had long days and he volunteered to drop them off whenever you needed to get into work early and many weekends you took them to the park or the beach and one day - Wooyoung finally got up the courage to ask you out. 

You were so nervous knocking on his apartment door. 

Rubbing your hands anxiously on the side of your dress you look down at Lizzie’s squishy little face and you’re suddenly reminded how peculiar it was to bring your dog along to your first date but you supposed it was hers and Appa’s hundredth. You were also really relieved to have her at your side - which she immediately ditched when Wooyoung opened the door. She padded right past him and Appa greeted her with a kiss before they wandered off toward the toy basket. 

“You look really great,” Wooyoung says softly and then he’s clearing his throat and stepping aside, “Sorry, I should definitely invite you in. Still working on my training.”

You chuckle at his joke, a clear cover up for how nervous he was to have you in his home for the first time. It was sort of nice to know you weren’t the only one. 

“It smells amazing in here,” you comment, the aroma from the small dining room wafting into the entry, “Did you cook? I thought we were just doing takeout?”

Wooyoung closes the door and shows you where to kick off your shoes. “I am actually the worst cook…ever…but I am really good at making things look presentable.”

The table is set for two with piping hot food and it seriously looks like you’re about to sit down at a restaurant. Then Wooyoung points to the empty takeout bag on the counter and grins, “You said you like pasta, right?”

A ball squeaks from the living room and you laugh, taking a seat at the table. “Yeah,” you smile at him, “I love pasta. Cristo’s is my favorite actually.”

Wooyoung winks as he sits. “I know. I also listen really well.”

Flattered you pick up your fork to dig in and you’re not disappointed, a bit embarrassed perhaps because Wooyoung is still watching, waiting for your opinion and you give him a thumbs up, signaling he’s done good and also please eat so you’re not the only one. Conversation flows easily throughout the meal, as it usually does and even as you argue with him about helping to clean the dishes, he bickers back and makes you laugh. 

It isn’t until you’re both sat on the couch that Wooyoung actually looks nervous again. You both settle on a movie you’ve seen before but it’s good enough to watch again…and not so new that if you end up spending more time staring at each other while the other isn’t looking that you won’t really miss much.

Wooyoung has so many couch pillows that it’s easy enough to make yourself comfortable without worrying if you’re too close or too far apart, or worse, you’re left sitting so awkwardly that it’s noticeable. 

Another thing you really like about Wooyoung is that he makes really good tea and you gratefully sip on it to calm your nerves. The smell alone is enough to soothe you but when you look over to find Appa and Lizzie sleeping together, her head laid over his shoulders, your drink is the last thing on your mind. 

“They are really cute,” Wooyoung says quietly, “They make dating look too easy.”

You chuckle at that, looking over to find Wooyoung looking back at you. “I’m so glad you said yes, by the way,” he admits, “I was sort of terrified to ask you out. Not because I didn’t think we would have a good time because I think we get along really well and have a lot in common, but…I uh…kind of really like you. Like…a lot.”

Wooyoung’s ears turn bright red and he makes a move to turn away but you reach a hand out to grab his, lacing your fingers together and resting it on the pillow between you. “I really like you too,” you tell him, butterflies loose in your belly, “Honestly, if you didn’t ask me out soon I probably would have asked you.”

His eyes pop open wide and he laughs. “Maybe I should have waited a few more days,” he teases, “You can always ask me out on a second date…promise to say yes.”

“Wooyoung,” you pause to hold in a laugh, “Would you want to go out with me again?”

He feigns disinterest. “My schedule is a little jam packed coming up but I-”

He’s interrupted by Appa’s loud disapproving bark and Wooyoung grins. “He means to say, that I would love to go out with you. Maybe I can actually take you out somewhere next time.”

That giddy feeling settles into your bones and it’s far from thought to pretend like you’re not ecstatic at the prospect of dating. Wooyoung is quite the same, grinning like a fool and excitedly rambling on about date ideas and such. 

It’s easy for time to slip away and nearing almost midnight, you’re still slow to pull yourself from his couch. Wooyoung doesn’t even look tired aside from the one little yawn he just couldn’t hide. He’s still so bright and talkative. You’re already beginning to miss him as he walks you to the door. 

“Thank you again for dinner,” you smile, Lizzie’s leash occupying your nervous hands, “I’m sorry I stayed over so late.”

Wooyoung bats away your apology. “I probably would have kept talking your ear off until the sun came up anyhow.”

“I like that about you.” You’re bashful and he bites his tongue beneath a grin. 

There is an energy in the air that is so tempting to give into but really, this is your first official date and surely you shouldn’t already be thinking about kissing him goodnight but his lips are so pretty and he keeps glancing down at yours and -

“Well, I should get going…long walk and all.” What a terrible joke. You’ve got to get out of here before you embarrass yourself further. 

You reach for the door handle but one of the dogs bumps the back of your legs and you tip forward into Wooyoung who nearly falls off balance if it weren’t for the other dog behind him. How cleverly they corral their humans into each other’s embrace once more. 

“Our dogs have an agenda,” Wooyoung laughs, his hands finding a little more confidence, arms winding a bit tighter around your waist. “I think they want me to kiss you…Any thoughts on that?”

“Um, yeah,” swallowing your nervous laughter, you smile down at the pups and then back up to him. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

Series M.List | ATEEZ M.List | Main M.List

→ Do not copy, re-post, translate, or share any of my works on other platforms WITHOUT PERMISSION! All stories are copyrighted, Bubblebeom, 2021. ©️

#wooyoung fanfic #mr. right next door #ateez fanfic #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #jung wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung oneshot #ateez wooyoung fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez series #kpop fluff #kpop fanfic #kpop series #kpop oneshot #lana writes

[luxxtuxx]

Could you do headcanons for MGHP with an s/o that has a service dog? And having to deal with ppl being shitty and trying to get the dog’s attention and petting it and stuff?

(Love ur writing!!)

Funky Headcanon time :)

Im going to assume you mean Miles, Gwen, Hobie, And Pavitr. If I'm wrong dm me or send me this again with the right names and I will get it right for you my friend :D

~~~~

Backstory: You Have Major Anxiety (Causing You To Often Have Panic Attacks Out Of Nowhere) And You Have Autism And Need Deep Compression Therapy. You have a husky service dog to help you and if it gets bad. Your dog is fully trained, But some people just can't listen or respect the rules of service animals

Miles:

He tries to first explain to them that what they are doing is dangerous to you. One Karen couldn't get it through her head and kept telling you to let her son pet the dog. Miles gently stopped the boy and explained to the boy that when a dog has a vest on like that to not disrupt it. He didn't get mad when the boy asked why he just explained "You know when Spiderman has his mask on and he is protecting us?" the kid nods. Miles smiles "When a doggy has a vest like that, it's like that person's personal spider man and needs to help them." The little boy makes an 'OOH' noise and then asked "And the puppy beats up villains?" Miles chuckles "Kind of, they have villains on the inside and the puppy stops the villains from hurting them." the little boy nods "So I should not pet doggies in vests because they need to be like Spiderman" Miles nods "Yeah you got it little man" the Boy went to his mom "We no Pet Spider Puppies!" he cheered sweetly

Hobie:

He was not as gentle When the kid tried to pet your husky. he simply picked up the child "OI, Don't touch the dog mate" he set the child down. When the child started screaming and its mother ran over screaming at you for 'Being such an entitled little bitch for not letting a little kid pet a dog.' Hobie starts arguing with the women. You start panicking, You lay down and tap the top of your chest rapidly and say "Pressure" to tell your service dog what was happening, it immediately laid on your chest grounding you. He points to you and said "that's why your kid can't pet the mutt If it was getting pets from your grubby tike it would have maybe caused her to have a full-blown fuckin' panic attack" The Karen storms off her son

Gwen:

She picked up the child "Hey little man, let's not pet the puppy okay?" The boy pouts "But my mommy said I could!" gwen hums "Does your mommy own the puppy?" he paused "Well nooo, BUT I WANNA PET IT" He yelled. Gwen looked at him "But you could hurt someone or yourself, And we don't want that right?" He shook his head no. "What if next time you wanna pet a puppy, you ask the person walking the puppy so we make sure everyone stays safe" The boy nods and runs off. Soon he came back with his mom, and she seemed pissed "DID YOU SAY MY DOG COULDNT PET THE DOG?" Gwen stood up handing you her ice cream cone. "Yes, I did. It's a service dog, It's not meant to be played with" She crossed her arm at the Karen. The Karen started whistling and snapping her fingers trying to get the dog's attention. Luckily the dog wasn't working that second and was more focused on her pup cup. Gwen started whistling and snapping in the karens face "You don't like that, do you? Then don't do it to that dog." The Karen storms off pissed off.

Pavitr:

He was so sweet about it, *Sob* He told the boy about how when a puppy is working it's like a police officer. He asked the boy if would he want to distract a police officer, and the boy shook his head, no, Pavi smiles at him "Then don't distract a puppy in a vest. Think of it this way, if you see something in a vest like that don't distract it" The boy nods and when his mom came to yell at him, Pavi smiles "You can communicate your feelings like a normal being without screaming at someone. So you can calm down and talk to us normally or this conversation is over" When she didn't calm down Pavitr just took you and the husky and walked away not fighting people today

#hobie x y/n #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie headcanons #fluff #hobie x you #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv hobie #miles molares #miles x reader #miles x y/n #spider gwen x reader #spider gwen #gwen stacy #atsv gwen #atsv pavitr #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #pavtir x reader

[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 1

I just have a cold, but I woke up aching and foggy, barely able to manage texting Daddy for help. Daddy appeared quickly, with a warm milk drink for me to wake up with. He coos as I take my medicine, and cannot stand my eyes watering as he breaks the news that he has to return to work while I languish in bed. He’d prefer I stay comfortable in my cozy bed, but I can’t bear to have him out of my sight when I’m like this.

He holds a finger up in the doorway and says “Give me 5 minutes, little one, and then Dada won’t leave your sight again” and I can hear him in every room, shuffling around with purpose. I doze unhappily, drinking my sippy cup and hugging my teddy bear stuffie.

Daddy reappears in the doorway and strides for my bed, sliding his arms underneath my body before bracing himself to scoop me up, blankets and all.

I moan, sore and miserable, and snuffle into Daddy's neck.

He does his best not to jostle me, walking slowly. As he does he whispers "I was saving this for your birthday, but today seems like the right time for a treat."

We round the corner to his office and I peer around his neck to see something new - a large plush doggie bed designed to fit under his desk, with grooves for his legs and feet to fit too. I cling to him and kick my feet happily before groaning from the exertion.

He bounces me lovingly before setting me down to explore my new spot. He adjusts my blanket to wrap around my shoulders and gives my bare bottom a pat. 

"Go on, sweetie, there are other goodies in your little baby corner. I'll be right here the whole time, and this way you don't have to go anywhere for my Zoom meeting later on."

I drop to my knees and crawl in. Out of sight, there's a small space heater, a DVD player with my comfort movies queued, starting with Lilo and Stitch. My favorite stuffies are all in attendance.

He also set up a small breakfast tray of different drinkies, snacks, and cold meds. As a final touch, the cold meds have a sticky note slapped on top that says 'grown ups only, Daddy will take care of it'

I coo happily, feeling warm all over for the first time since this cold hit me hard. I peek my face out and mean to thank Daddy, but no words come out. Instead my eyes get watery and I fling myself forward, hugging one of his legs.

He relaxes and settles into his chair, petting my upper back and hair before murmuring, "Sick as a dog, so I figured you might want to be my puppy for today." I whimper and hug his leg tighter, my bare bottom pressing on his socked foot. I'm turning pinker than my fever flush, not sure why I'm so blushy.

I look up at Daddy curiously. 

"Puppy?" I ask. He nods.

"Puppies don't have to speak, they get pets, tummy rubs, snacks." I nod, laying my head back on his knee before he says, "and any accidents or humpies without permission aren't naughty when you're a puppy." My head swivels to meet his gaze.

He was waiting for me. He leans down and pats the bottom of my puppy pen. It crinkles. He grins and leans back up.

"Lined with puppy pads and the base cushion is washable, so my sweet pup doesn't have to think about anything at all if they don't want to."

My lil winkie pulses against his leg without any movement from me, giving away my thoughts. He chuckles before continuing,

"You can also make humpies if you're up to it, or you can ask Daddy for help. No limits on anything that makes my baby feel good today, okay?" 

I nod, still fever-flushed but so aroused by his love and care. I don't look up at him and instead start rolling my hips against his leg.

He chuffs happily and focuses back in on his laptop, ignoring his puppy-baby churning their growing winkie on his bare ankle.

I squeal a few seconds later when my orgasm hits unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and shaking. I've been feeling so awful that getting off felt like a chore, and now Daddy has put me deep in headspace, caring for me more deeply than I've ever known.

No wonder I'm sensitive.

I sigh contentedly and give my sore hips one final waggle before lifting off, grabbing a drinkie from the tray and two stuffies and settling back between Daddy's legs, safe and sound.

#maple writes #maple speaks #uhhhh #puppy pl4y #agepl4y omo #dd/nb #dd/lb

[puppyexpressions]

Easy Homemade Dog Treats!

All it takes is banana, peanut butter, and oats and you can make these cute cookies for your pup, or for a doggy friend of yours. Not only are these easy to make, but they are so much more affordable than store-bought treats and dogs LOVE them!

Easy Homemade Dog Treats!

Servings: 40 (Makes about 40 treats depending on the cookie cutter size)

Ingredients

2 cups oats (old fashioned, 1-minute oats, or instant) plus more if needed- see step 3

2 medium ripe bananas

½ cup natural peanut butter

Instructions

Preheat your oven to 300F (150C). Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

Add the oats to a food processor and grind until they reach a fine powder. (If you do not have a food processor, see the recipe notes for other options). Add the bananas and peanut butter and blend until a sticky dough is formed.

Remove from the food processor and roll out on a lightly floured surface. (Use whole wheat flour, more ground oats, or another dog-safe flour that you have on hand). I used a heart cookie cutter to cut out the treats but you could use any cookie cutter, or just cut them into squares with a knife or pizza cutter.

Lay the treats on the prepared baking sheet and bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until the treats are puffed up a bit, dry and dark brown on the bottoms, (they will still feel soft when first removed from the oven). The treats will get a bit more firm once they are cool but will still be a slightly softer dog treat. Let cool before giving one to your pup.

Store in an air-tight container at room temperature for up to 1 week, in the fridge for up to 2 weeks, or I like to store them in my freezer which makes them firmer and makes them stay fresh a long time.

Notes

If you do not have a food processor, you can still make these treats. Grind the oats up in a blender or coffee grinder, then add the ground oats to a bowl with the peanut butter and mashed banana and mix to make a dough. Or you could buy oat flour and use that instead. You will need less oat flour as it is denser, so start with 1 cup and add more as needed. 

#healthy dog treats #dog peanut butter treats #dog treat recipes #dog snack recipes #homemade dog treats #homemade dog snacks

[trin-gvf]

soft days - S.F.K

sam x fem!reader

2.4k words, minors DNI

WARNINGS: oral sex (fem rec), unprotected sex

pls lmk if i missed any!

When you had awoken, you rolled over, seeing your fiance, already wide awake staring at the view outside your window. When he realized you were awake, he smiled at you, placing a kiss to your lips.

“Good morning, lover.” he softly spoke, not wanting to ruin the energy of the morning. You let a hand brush through his messy morning hair, slightly combing it out with your fingers. He looked so pretty in the newly dawned light. He looked quite literally like an angel on earth.

The sun was causing his skin to glow and his vibes to thrive. You cherish mornings like this, when you could lay in silence with each other, just soaking in each other's company.

You wrapped yourself in Sam’s arms, your legs wrapping around each other. You could’ve stayed like this all day if you could.

“I was thinking, can we walk Rosie and Salem today? Then stop by the coffee shop and then the pet shop and get some of those treats that Cosi really likes.” He said, closing his eyes, hiding them from the light.

“That sounds like fun.” You smiled, looking over his features. 

You nuzzled into him even closer. He was so warm, all of the time. He was the polar opposite of you and you two fit like pieces in a puzzle. Sam wrapped his arms around you and you stayed like that for at least another 30 minutes until Rosie came in to give you good morning lovings. 

While Sam said good morning to Rosie, you got out of bed and gave your Cosi good morning kisses. She was old, almost as old as you, but she was your baby and you’d love her until the end of your time. You woke her up from the doggie bed that was placed next to yours. She did a big stretch and followed you to the living room. She slowly trudged behind you as you opened the sliding glass door to the backyard. As she did her business, your beloved Salem came to give you her daily “hello mom!” 

You gave her, her very deserved pats and loves while slowly getting ready for your walk. You put on some sweatpants, a cropped tank top, a sweater and a baseball cap. You put your favorite sneakers on and walked out of your walk in closet. Sam was ready too, he had on a pink long sleeve, sweatpants just like you, a fanny pack and some slides. You tried your best to not laugh at the fanny pack, he would always complain to you when you did. He called it fashionable.

“Ready to go?” He asked, putting Rosie’s leash and collar on. You nodded while you put Salem’s on. As you walked out the door, you gave Cosi a kiss to her forehead.

“You be good, Cosi, we’ll be back.” You cooed. 

She laid on the doggie bed you had in the living room and you were off. You admired your garden of different flowers and plants, laughing when one of the dogs would stop to sniff them.

You and Sam took your time on your walk, taking in the sights of the city and pointing out different cars Sam thought were cool. 

You eventually reached your local coffee shop. It was your favorite, they were animal friendly and gave you a free pup cup for each coffee you bought when you brought your pets in. The staff had known you two very well, you two always came in on saturday mornings with Salem and Rosie. 

“Hi guys!! The usual?” The barista asked, getting ready to put the order in on her computer. 

“Yup.” You smiled at her, watching her coo at the dogs.

You sat at a table as you waited for your drinks. The view was nice from the coffee shop window. 

“I love days like this.” Sam spoke over the lower murmur of the other people in the shop. 

“Me too, they’re my favorite.” you responded, petting Salem on the head. 

Soon enough, the barista sat down your drinks and two pup cups for your babies. 

“Here’s a caramel iced latte with oat milk for you and an iced americano with salted caramel creme. And as per usual, two pup cups for the girls.” 

You both thanked her, taking a couple sips of your drinks before allowing the dogs to lick up the whipped cream. Once the dogs were done with their treats, you threw the trash away and picked up your drinks. 

You started to walk to the pet store when you saw a group of three girls walking towards you, giggling into their hands. 

“Um- so sorry to like totally invade you but we were wondering if we could get a picture?” One of them asked, holding her phone up with shaking hands. 

“Oh my god! Yeah of course!” Sam answered with a smile. 

“Everyone get in!” You said, holding the phone. You took the picture and the girls squealed.

“I love you and the band so much we’ve been listening forev- is that a ring? Oh my god are you guys-” another girl started to speak before noticing the rings on your guys fingers. 

Oh shit.

“Oh- these? They’re just- just promise rings really.” Sam tried to play it off. No one was supposed to know yet. 

“Don’t worry, we can keep a secret.” They laughed. They all gave you hugs before parting ways.

You both would have rather not talked about it, so you talked about this and that until you made it to the pet store. It would have been a short trip but Sam wanted to look at all the fish they had in the back of the store. You, being the sucker for Sammy that you are, couldn’t deny him. 

You had fun looking at the different fish, seeing the colorful ones, the black goldfish and even some that would glow under blacklight. Salem and Rosie started to get bored in the store, whining every so often and huffing. You finally checked out and got the treats for your baby back home.

The walk home was much shorter but by now it was almost 12:30. You didn’t have plans for the day but you did want to be able to relax in the comfort of your bed most of the day.

—

You were finally home and were greeted by Cosi, her little paws tapping against the floorboard when she noticed you were finally home was one of your favorite things ever. You sat your drink down, grabbing the treats out of Sam’s fanny pack. You gave 3 or 4 of them to her, smiling when you saw just how happy they made her.

“Hey babe! I’m going to do skin care, wanna come do it with me?” You heard your fiance shout from the bathroom. When you heard the question, you smiled wider than you ever had before.

“I’m coming!!” You responded, running to the bathroom. 

Sam had some of your favorite products out. You did his skin care and he did yours. He placed the creams on so delicately, not wanting to get any in your hair, or even worse, your eyes. You guys moisturized, exfoliated, cleansed, anything you had in your bathroom cabinets. You took goofy pictures of Sam with face masks on, almost immediately posting them to your private snapchat story.  You both laughed at the stupid comments that his brother made in response to the post. Everything felt perfect. 

When you finally put your last lotion on, you were sat on the counter by the sink. You brought Sam in for a kiss when you finished rubbing in his lotion. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his went straight to your waist. 

What was supposed to be an innocent kiss, turned to much more. You were pulling Sam closer, feeling as if he was too far even though his body was flush against yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding onto him. You’ve had sex almost every night since he’d got home from tour and it never ever seemed to be enough. You couldn’t get enough of him. 

Every bit of him was captivating your senses. You were breathing him, seeing him, tasting him. He was fucking perfect in every way. 

You were so in your head about him that you barely realized that he was carrying you into your shared bedroom. You were dropped onto the bed and he removed your sweatpants, along with your panties within seconds. He couldn’t help himself from diving into your cunt. He closed his eyes as he put his hands over your thighs, scratching at the skin below his fingertips.

Your hips were fucking themselves up into his mouth as a hand flew into his hair, pulling and tugging on it. 

It was soft despite the energy in the room telling you otherwise. The vibe was heavy and dark but Sam felt as if it was just right to go slow. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing. Your mouth was left hanging open as you let out soft moans. He barely gained speed, just enough to push you over the edge. Although he’d been down on you for less than ten minutes, you were already so close, you were somehow still sore from the previous night of sinful actions. 

“Don’t fight it, sweet girl, let it happen.” He said, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You did as he said and let your pleasure wash over you. It felt like heaven, you were in complete awe. 

When you came down from your high, you were dizzy, needing to catch your breath. As you watched Sam kick off the lower half of his clothes, you felt more and more needy. You could already feel the sinfully delightful stretch of his cock. 

You almost cried as you watched Sam’s cock hit against his stomach as it was set free from his boxers.

“You love it that much? You’ll whine just seeing my cock? Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love it.” He ordered as he slowly pushed into you. 

“I love it so much. It’s so perfect for me. Fuck it’s so good!” The longer you went on, the louder you got due to him speeding up and hitting deeper inside you. 

“You feel so perfect around me. So warm and tight around my cock.” He grunted.

He looked fucking beautiful, his hair was sticking to his face and his eyebrows were furrowed, god was he a sight to see. He buried his head into your neck, softly kissing and biting at it. You took the opportunity and lifted his shirt up, leaving scratches on his back. He moaned out particularly loud when you did so. 

You smiled at the action, doing it once more.

“Shit don’t do that or- fuck- I’m going to cum.” He said between moans. 

“Do it for me Sammy, cum for me.” You whispered in his ear, you being on the verge once again. 

He listened to you and let his cum paint the inside of your cunt. 

“Oh fuuuck!!” He moaned out, trying to get as close as possible to you. You were experiencing your own orgasm, this one being much more powerful than the last one you had. You were seeing stars and the only thing keeping you grounded was Sam pushing his body up against yours. 

You finally came down when Sam had pulled out and watched his cum spill out of you. It was one of his biggest guilty pleasures. 

He helped you clean up, getting you in new pajama pants and back into bed for a much needed nap. When Sam got to his side of the bed, he cuddled into you, breathing your perfume in. 

‘I love you so much, baby. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He softly mumbled to you.

“I love you most, Sammy.” 

“Not even possible, love.”

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #jake #gvf #sammy #danny #greta van fleet smut #sammy kiszka smut #danny wagner smut #jake kiszka smut #josh kiszka smut #josh gvf #jake gvf #josh #danny gvf #sammy gvf #sam kiszka #joshua kiszka #jacob kiszka

[newtonsheffield]

The absolute carnage between Newton and Anthony (mostly Newton) when Kate has to go away for a few days and they have to share the house without Kate there as a buffer.

Okay but Edwina humming to Newton, "You're going to stay with your new Papa this week, not me and Josie."

And Newton's horrified, That man is not my Papa, he's just my Mama's concubine.

And then whining, Can't i stay with you and Josie? I promise to be so good! I won't chew anything this time! Not even Josie's sneakers! No matter how much I want to I won't!

And it doesn't work. Katie abandons him, alone with Dr Anthony. Dr Anthony takes him into work every day so at least he gets to curl up on Lucy's lap and cry because he misses his Mama. But Dr Anthony is useless. He's supposed to be a health professional and he's scrimping on the Doggy yoghurt like that?? Disgusting. He only got one Pup cup and Dr Anthony had to be prompted for it by the lady behind the counter who said

"And a Pup Cup for Newton? Kate usually gets him one."

And Newton couldn't help but feel smug when Dr Anthony floundered for a moment. "Yeah, a pup cup as well then thanks."

And it just wasn't the same, sat in the cafe without Katie.

Dr Anthony sighing to his mother. "I don't think he likes me very much and like... if he doesn't like me, what if Kate ditches me? She loves this dog, Mum."

"Anthony, you're being silly."

He is your worst child, Violet, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.

"You're a great guy."

Well, he's no Greggy or Hy

"He just misses Kate."

Well, I do but that's not really the point.

#public enemy number 1 au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[eggcompany]

Diego's a good Dog

Diego really just needs some time to be mama's good pup. Eudora indulges him. He's just such a good boy.

Or a fic where Diego get fucked and gets called a good boy for his mama Eudora.

“Um d-dora?” Diego said in a shy small voice. 

“What Diego? What do you want?” Eudora said snappily. This caused Diego to turn into himself. His shoulder slumped down and he looked at his shoes. He usually didn’t mind shouting but it always upset him when he was floating just on the edge of his headspace. 

Of course the detective noticed. 

“Oh sorry baby... I didn’t mean to snap at you. You feelin tender?” Eudora always asked Diego if he was almost in subspace in different ways. Feeling tender, soft, squishy, puffy, needy, etc. 

“Yeah... I am. I’m-m fee-feel-feelin a w-way” Diego said and picked at his hands.

He knew what he wanted but he couldn’t say it. He wanted to be stripped and washed and snuggled and touched all over and he wanted to have his chest petted and feel his master’s nails on his back. But all he could say was he was feeling a way. 

Eudora pulled him up into a good hug. She laid a gentle kiss on his forehead and then pulled back enough to give him a chaste kiss. 

“Diego, how about we have some playtime. Do you want that? You want mama?” Eudora said in her silly ‘good doggie’ voice as they called it. She looked into Diego’s warm brown eyes. She smiled as she watched him melt. His shoulders relaxed and his face melted as he nodded. He flicked his eyes up to meet his master’s for only a second before looking down again. 

Diego really needed puppy time. Puppies didn’t have to talk or worry about money or their families or-

“You’re thinking too loud, bub. How about we get you out of these icky people clothes and get you all washed up?” Eudora said and slid her hand down his arm to grasp his hand. She could tell he was already slipping into his dumb little headspace. 

Diego nodded again. Mama always knew what to do. She always knew what he wanted and needed and always gave it to him. 

She took his hand and led him to their bathroom. She stripped him quickly and efficiently. He was pliant under her hands. Moving when she needed to move him too. She stood and looked at him for a moment. 

“You’re such a pretty puppy. My handsome little man.” Eudora said and scratched behind Diego’s ears. His eyes crossed for a moment and his mouth dropped open a bit. His breath was punched out of him and he smiled, open mouthed. This always got him. Always made him melt down into a puddle. 

Then she told him to sit right where he was. “Sit”. Diego obediently dropped down to his knees onto the dark tile floor. It felt cold against his knees. The floor was always so cold in here. 

Eudora looked at him for a moment while she collected the special soap they used for these scenes. She pulled out a shampoo and a body wash and finally she laid out his special blue dog comb. She watched him fidget on his knees. She knew the tile was cold but he only got to sit on the floor during these scenes unless he was invited onto the bed or couch. She thought for a moment before she said- 

“Oh your butt puppy. Your knees don’t need to be achy.” She knew he wouldn’t like the cold tile on his cock and ass and especially not his balls but she didn’t want his knees to hurt… yet. 

This was how it started when she planned on really working him. He slipped onto his butt and sat criss cross. He gasped as his tender parts met the frigid flooring. He shivered slightly in the chill of his nudity. She was about to cup himself just for some relief from the stabby cold feeling but he heard the faucet start. He looked up and watched Eudora put a few drops of the shampoo into the water. 

Diego perks up; he loooooves bubble baths! Bubbles means mama gets in too! He watched and smiled and started to fidget around, completely forgetting the cold he was just feeling. He sat and stayed where he was put and smiled. He watched his mama roll up the sleeves of her button up shirt and grab a few towels and put them on the closed lip of the toilet. 

Soon the bath was full and Eudora knelt down on the side of the tub. Was she not going to get in..? Usually bath time was a shared time. Diego frowned. He liked getting to lay on mama as she washed him. 

“Come. In the tub now puppy.” Eudora said and Diego obediently crawled on his hands and knees over to the tub and climbed in. Eudora smiled lightly as Diego dunked his head under the water for a long moment. When Diego emerged and looked at her and whined she patted his thigh under the water. 

“No complaining. I don’t want to smell like wet dog. When you get dry you can… play by yourself while I shower. Be good and let’s get you clean.” Eudora said and Diego let her wash him. She first washed his hair then body. She spent a moment to slip her finger, just to the second knuckle, into his hole. Diego let out a squawk but bit his lip and blushed when she pulled it out and fondled his heavy balls. 

“Out. No shaking.” The dom said when she saw Diego turn his head to shake the water off. He ducked his head and let her rub an old fluffy towel over his head and the rest of him. She didn’t say anything when she opened the door. Diego jumped slightly when she slapped his ass as he walked through the door into their bedroom. 

Eudora kept the door cracked as she showered but she knew Diego was already entertaining himself. 

“Oh poor little puppy baby. Poor thing. You can’t take it can you? It’s just too big for your tight little hole? I know you want it in but it just doesn’t fit. Yet. Maybe with some more practice you can have the big one. You can have your favorite one now though so come on. Come ride mama.” Eudora said to the struggling puppy on the floor. She had walked into the room to see Diego breathing hard with teary eyes as he struggled to take in his big toy. Diego spent most of their scenes trying to get that toy inside. She had quickly thrown on a pair of plain black boyshort underwear and a black tank top. 

Diego whined loudly and reached down to feel how much he had left. He really thought he could take the big toy this time! He used lots of lube and stretched with four fingers and used the smaller one to stretch even more! Diego really really wanted it! Diego was practically in tears. He felt let down and disappointed. 

It was just so thick and so long. He could barely get the tip in when he first got it, now he could manage about four inches. That’s where he was now, four inches down, kneeling on the floor, trying to sit on it. He felt the large section that was slick outside his body and looked up at his mama. A tear slipped out the edge of his eye. He wanted it so bad but also he felt so overwhelmed.

Diego sniffled as he got pulled up onto the bed. He smiled a bit when he saw his thick leather collar sitting next to them on the bed. Eudora slipped the heavy weight around his neck, not too tight though because if it was tight it made Diego nervous. The collar was about the comfort of the weight and the heft of ownership. 

Eudora positioned him to straddle one of her thighs. He poked his bottom lip out and she kissed it and scratched behind his ears. He bent down to kiss her and he made happy little noises as she licked into his willing mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed as she licked across his teeth and sucked on his tongue. He felt gummy and loose as she pulled away. He bent and let his head drop down onto her shoulder. He was so subdrunk on it all. The surrounded feeling, warm and loved. Eurdora ran her hands down his back to rest and knead at his ass. 

“Oh poor baby. Poor little di. Don’t worry we’ll try again later okay? You’ll be able to fit it eventually. For now look what I have for you.” The cop says softly and gestures down at her thigh where a small harness rests with Diego’s favorite little vibrator is positioned. Diego looked down and his cock jumped. 

Diego perked up and moved so he could reach back and slip the small toy into himself. He easily sat down onto it and smiled, it always fit into him so perfectly. Eudora smiled and rubbed her hands across his stomach, purposefully avoiding his heavy erection, he ran up until she could rub and tug at his nipples. 

Diego moaned and shoved down onto her thigh, silently begging for her to use her remote to turn the vibe on. Eudora hits his thigh and scolds him. 

“Patience! Do not be greedy. Slutty pup.” She said but turned the vibrator onto the third of six levels. Diego moaned loudly and started to pant. His tongue lolled out the side of this mouth and his eyes crossed. This was his favorite toy for a reason. It always sat so nicely against his ‘cute spot’. His cock was dripping with precum as he ground down and wiggled his hips around. 

“You’re so pretty. Such a good boy. My good boy. Take what you need baby. Take it. You look so pretty sitting on your toy like this. My perfect pretty boy.” Eudora praised him as she scratched down his chest until she ended up at his cock. Diego whined loudly and yelled out when she wrapped one hand around his erection and let her other hand rub and play with his balls. 

“Almost there. I know you’re so close, Diego. Come for me, baby. Come for mama.” Eudora said. Diego fell apart. He moaned loudly and screamed as Eudora worked him through it. She let go of his testicles and rubbed his tummy as gushes of cum flooded from the red tip of his cock. He panted and whined when she continued to rub him after he finished. 

Eudora turned the vibe off and helped Diego lift up off of it and lay down next to her. She put the sticky vibe on the bedside and put away the thigh harness. She brought him a bottle of water and changed her shirt. 

“Puppy, how do you feel?” She said as she lounged against the pillows next to the still trembling man, she ran her fingers through his short hair. Diego looked up at her with big glazed over eyes. 

“I-I love you” He said in a yell roughened voice. He looked so vulnerable. 

“I love you too baby. I love you so much. But how do you feel?” She said again and watched him take small sips of water. 

“Um… smushy.” He said and flicked his eyes away from his dom. She nodded. 

“That’s alright. You can feel smushy. Do you want something to eat? Want me to feed you something?” Eudora asked and rubbed at the space behind his ears. Diego sat up onto his butt and winced slightly. 

“C-can I-I have um… ce-cer-cereal. Please ma-mama” Diego said and looked up at her. 

Eudora nodded and ruffled his hair as she stood up. Cereal usually meant he wanted to be a puppy for a while longer. She would feed him and then he would go to the bathroom and take off his collar by himself. 

Eudora had to admit she felt a lot more relaxed now. 

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #tua diego #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves smut #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy #diego x eudora #eudora patch

[readyplayerziggy]

22 Makima

"Greetings my doggies. Your owner has returned home."

The camera opens on a low lit bedroom, a two-person bed with an open closet in the background. Next to the comically large double doors leading to the living room was a wall-mounted hanger set, with seven leashes on it, each one having a different name.

Of course people weren't going to focus on that. Instead they were going to focus on the drop-dead sexy woman staring into the camera, golden eyes half-lidded and her painted red lips curled into a cat-like smile. She was seated on an office chair that had definitely cost hundreds of thousands of yen to craft in order to 'fit' her, hips oozing over the top of the arm rests. Her white shirt seemed to look loose on her and yet from the way her arms could be seen flexing at the sleeves and how the buttons seemed to strain around middle when she stretched, there was little doubt it was borderline skin tight on her body.

"I hope you behaved while I was away. I had such a long day at work. Just want to kick back in the bath and relax~. I'm not sure I'll be able to play with you all tonight. Not without some incentive at least."

Makima undid her tie as she spoke, tossing the black garment off to the side to land on the small folding table she'd set up out of view of the camera, leaning her head on one hand as the donations and comments came flooding in, begging for her to stay and 'play' for a bit. With quite a number of them getting flagged by her mods.

"Awww~ Well when you beg like that...I guess I can play a little bit. Let's see. Our first playmate of the night is FuturePrimeMinister. I'll be sure to give you my vote come election season."

Wheeling her chair to the side, Makima pulled a trio of large boxes to her desk, popping each one open to reveal a quartet of pizzas all jammed together in one, two score Boston Cream donuts with chocolate frosting practically dripping off each of them, and the third being a pair of injectors used for donut filling, each one filled with a different substance. The boxes were joined by twin tall bottles of Pepsi, each one fizzling from the impact against the table.

"Well now, quite a generous pup aren't you Prime Minister? I'll have quite a time with all of this~."

Time would seem to fly as she picked up the first slice and started to eat, alternating between talking about her day, moaning about the taste of the food, teasing her audience with the sounds of her stomach, knocking back cups of soda to wash it all down, thanking the donations, and belching like mad. The first injector was filled with melted cheese, which she found out about nine slices into the pizza feast and used to generously increase the flavor of her food, lathering it onto one slice then stacking another on top of it like a sandwich.

The second one was filled with melted vanilla ice cream mixed with chocolate syrup. She switched between pumping that one straight into her mouth and pouring it into the donuts after she took a bite from them and sucked the cream out.

Her chat would be a constant flow of donation dings, sound effects, thirst comments, marriage proposals and the occasional jackass who jumped into her stream to fat shame or call her a witch. All of which would be entirely lost to her through the haze of food and the speed at which the chat moved as her stomach swelled up like a balloon, buttons slowly becoming undone or outright snapping off her shirt as she ate, yet the pristine white garment never once getting stained by grease, drool, or crumbs.

"UUUURRRRRRROOOOPPP!...Hooooh woOOORRRRRRRRRPPPP!! Wow. That...was fantas-BRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUOOPPPPP!!!...Fantastic. FuturePrimeMinister...GRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRPPP!!....Whoever you are....you're a pPPRRRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPP!!!...Peach. Haaah..And now for the ne-URRRRRRP!!...next one."

#temp muse: makima #gainprincess #gluttonygirls #why is this so long

[gothic-puppyboy]

I posted 113 times in 2022

That's 113 more posts than 2021!

73 posts created (65%)

40 posts reblogged (35%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@facts-of-fantasy

@muckytailwags

@coyote-gutz

@allistersgayngar

I tagged 72 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#alterhuman - 44 posts

#therian - 41 posts

#therianthropy - 39 posts

#otherkin - 32 posts

#caninekin - 27 posts

#puppyboy - 27 posts

#puppykin - 23 posts

#dogkin - 21 posts

#canine therian - 19 posts

#dog therian - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#sorry for this. im going to edit that post and take out my recommendation for them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Winter canine things?????????

Hey! Im so excited to get back into requests!! Here is Max's wonderful list of wintery things for canine kin!

play in the snow!!!!

wear lots of cozy clothes (bonus points for faux fur)

Get into kirigurimi! (its cute lil onesies! you can find one that looks like your kin type and be all toasty and comfy)

Catch snowflakes on your tongue

If you live in a place that doesn't get super cold, go for a walk in a nearby forest/nature trail

Use the holidays as an excuse to get gear

Get some cute paw gloves to keep your lil doggie paws warm

Build a den in your room with some nice, warm, soft blankets

Spend time with friends and family, in person or online! show them that you care about them. Canines are extremely loyal and affectionate to their pack members, so remember to show them you love them

125 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

stuff for a wolfkin and a werewolfkin? more leanibg heavily on the werewolf please

I've got you, friend! Werewolfkin things coming right up!

Wolf/Werewolfkin activities:

Check out this junior wolf biologist guide

Use this backyard explorer guide to get some outdoor time

Take this wolf quiz

Go on a hike or a run

Eat some (cooked) meat with your hands

Spend some time in nature

Stay up at night

Go to a wildlife park or zoo to see your kintype

Wear cozy clothes (Bonus points for faux fur)

Build a den outside

Make a scent marker and mark your territory with it

Craft Ideas:

Yarn tails- Tutorial

No sew animal ears- Tutorial

Paper claws- Tutorial

Fangs- Tutorial

Decorate a collar

Make tags for a collar

See the full post

171 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#3

Summer activities for canine-kin

Summer time is here and canine kin and pet regressors need some things to do! Heres my list of summer time things for canine kin

Go to the beach and dig in the sand.

Go to a dog park and pet peoples dogs. Also, secretly try to communicate with them and let them know you are one of them.

Go swimming! Bonus points if you shake yourself dry.

Go to a wildlife park or zoo or petstore to see your kintype

Go for a walk! (Especially good for domestic canines)

Make a yarn tail

Get a pup cup from starbucks and eat it yourself

Roll around in some grass

Drink water REALLY loudly and REALLY sloppily (dogs really like to do this)

Get some ice pops and bite them really hard

383 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#2

Tips for canine kin and pet regressors

Quadrobics!

Quadrobics is a sport where one person runs on their hands and feet! It can be very fun and might make you feel more connected to your kintype or regressed species.

2. Kibble!

You cant eat actual dog food, but dry cereals and trail mix can feel pretty realistic. You can also eat (cooked) meat with your hands, and make a point to tear it apart and eat it in an animalistic way!

3. Toys!

Rubber chew toys can contain materials and chemicals inside them, ropes and plush toys can be a great substitute. Human safe rubber or silicon toys, or even baby chew toys can be a great (and safe) option!

4. Collars, Tags, and Harnesses, Oh my!

Collars can be great for domestic canines. They're really good for customization and can be made perfect for your specific style. They can also make you feel super close to your kintype! You can get tags for your collars at any pet store, and you can write your name and things on them aswell. Dog harnesses at the pet store may not fit you (even the biggest sizes are too small for most humans!), so remember that made-for-human harnesses are OK!

5. Training!

Training can be amazing for domestic canines. If you have a handler or caregiver, they can teach you tricks and commands. A way to feel even closer to your kintype is to learn your tricks in a language you don't know. That can simulate how dogs don't know what you're talking about at first, but eventually catch on.

6. Making a Den!

Making a den out of blankets, or laying on a dog bed, can be lots of fun and can make you feel like your true or regressed self. If you were a parent canine, add some stuffed animals in to your den to act as your pups.

7. Ears and Tails!

Wearing ears and tails can be very affirming. Ears and tails can be found online or in costume shops, and can come in any size, shape, or color.

See the full post

496 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Craft ideas for non-humans

Hey! Im super bored so I made this list full of crafts otherkin can do. Feel free to add on! This list includes some links to tutorials and supplies!!

Yarn tails- Tutorial

No sew animal ears- Tutorial

DIY antlers- Tutorial

DIY fairy wings- Tutorial

DIY Bird/Angel wings- Tutorial

Paper claws- Tutorial

DIY hoof shoes- Tutorial

DIY horns- Tutorial

Paint a cat mask- Buy one here!

Paint a dino mask- Buy one here!

Fangs- Tutorial

Decorate a collar

Make tags for a collar

1,061 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[elegantmusicdragon]

Rocky Road for Two

Part 6 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating: M for now due to *language* and implied spiciness; may become E in the future. Either way, no youngins here please!

-------------------------------------------------------

Your rocky road had melted.

You groaned out a sigh. This second pint of pity ice cream had been ruined by your tears so it was bust anyway, but still. It was ROCKY ROAD. The ultimate comfort ice cream. A soul saving ice cream. A best friend ice cream. And it was sullied by your tears and post-almost sex embarrassment.

You really should get off the couch and throw it away. Buster lets out a small whine from where he sits at your feet - or, better yet, ON your feet as he has no concept of personal space. You shake your head at him with rueful smile.

“No, buddy. This isn’t a pup cup. This is chocolate ice cream and will most likely murder you.”

He lets out a giant huff and puts his adorable little nose back on his front paws. Sorry, buddy. No chocolate, we like having you around.

You grimace as you pull yourself from your semi permanent position of leaning on your left side. Buster whines in annoyance as you remove your feet from under his tummy -

“I know! I’m sorry! I’m terrible, I get it!”

Plodding the kitchen, you toss the now ruined ice cream into the garbage. You grimace - you should probably have cleaned out the container. Oh well, the fruit flies have it. They win this round.

You turn to find Buster sitting patiently in the archway - directly in your path out of the kitchen. Cornered, trapped, and utterly at his mercy. You sigh.

“Buster, are you-”

His ears perk up excitedly.

“...Hungry?”

“AWOOOOOOOO” - holy crap that “awooo” was loud. Do you have ear drums now? Are they gone? They might be gone.

Laughing, you grab the back of homemade dog treats off of the ridiculously high shelf above the sink. You wobble slightly, but catch yourself at the last second. You turn to look at Buster and give him some side-eye.

“You’re lucky I didn’t fall, Busterino. That could have been ugly.”

Patting his head, you give him his doggie cookie - that you made yourself thank you very much - and like Gandalf, he finally lets you pass. A couple more ear scritches and you go on your merry way. As you make your way back to your couch and prepare for the magic of ordering post-embarrassment take out on your phone -

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Is that the door? It’s 3 in the afternoon who the fuck is knocking on your door?? Oh, you hope it’s not canvassers hocking their candidate again. You can’t deal with more insanity when you just want to hide under your covers.

You head to the door and look through the peephole.

WHAT. THE. FUCK?

“DIETER?”

You seem him take a breath and, for the second time today, your ear drum gets DESTROYED.

“HEY! CAN YOU LET ME IN? IT’S FIFTY FUCKING FIVE DEGREES AND I’M NOT DRUNK ENOUGH ON EITHER FOOD OR ALCOHOL TO STAND IT!”

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

PLEASE don’t let the movie star freeze outside your house, you’d never live it down and you can barely handle the scrutiny Teri gives you when you have trouble training the hedgehogs. You quickly open the door and Dieter pushes his way in and just lets loose -

“I know this is super creepy but I had my assistant Alec hunt down Bob who is apparently in Scotland? Anyway, he couldn’t get in touch with him so he ended calling Teri since she’s the backup on your forms in order to book your animals - and before you say anything YES I know that everything I just said is entirely unethical BUT you’re worth it, Panda. Teri told me your address and by me, I mean Alec, who then told me and then I came here.”

He smiles at you.

“Hi.”

You know he’s been hanging out with you too much because of the entire word vomit session he just had. You gape at him.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

Dieter sighs and plops himself down onto your dog hair infested sofa - aaaaand now you’re self conscious because you haven’t vacuumed in like three weeks.

“Panda, you are the best thing that’s happened to me in a while - and I’m not just saying that on account of the whole overdose thing two years ago.”

He reaches out for your hand. You give it to him. He gently tugs you down next to him.

“I felt terrible about what happened at my place the other day. The last thing I want is for you to feel as though you can’t trust me or that I’ll take advantage or that I’ll steal another goat.”

You giggle. He huffs out a relieved laugh.

“Please try not to be embarrassed. I like you, you like me...I think? I’ll take it at any pace you want.”

The smile on your face just grew 3 times as large a la the Grinch.

“Dieter...Thank you.”

He grabs your hand and kisses it. As soon as his mouth is free you lean forward and give him the sweetest kiss you can muster. Sweet, sappy like maple syrup. Everything feels all gooey and warm inside your heart. There’s no way this could get better, right?

Dieter breaks away quickly.

“Oh! I forgot...gimme one sec.”

He runs back out to his car and comes back holding a brown paper shopping bag. He sits down again.

“I don’t know if this’ll be your thing, but I brought some Rocky Road ice cream? It’s the best comfort ice cream out there and I figured we could share a pint.”

And they say the perfect man doesn’t exist.

-------------------------------------------------------

Part 7: Nameless

A/N: WELL another chapter!! This one actually was supposed to be a bit different and was supposed to be longer BUT the characters have a mind of their own. I just follow them! I have about 4 more parts to this that are tentatively planned. I write when the feeling strikes but hopefully the next part should be up relatively soon! Thanks so much for reading and sticking with this story!

P.S. I’m also currently writing an Aemond Targaryen fic for HOTD in case anyone is interested? It’s been taking a while because, like this chapter, it just sort of kept growing and I realized it couldn’t be a one shot anymore. Just let me know if it strikes you!

Tags!!

@blueeyesatnight

@amneris21​

@oonajaeadira

@apsiringghostmusicians​

@a-trial-run-on-paper​

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x animal handler #fanfiction #fanfic #elegantmusicdragon #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction

[beyondxmeasure]

Sorry this might be belated but I wanted to wish your puppy the Happiest of Birthdays!!! I hope he enjoyed it.

That’s so sweet! Thank you so much for remembering.

Master babboo, bunny butt, honey bear, snuggle monster had a lovely day.

We had a nice extra long afternoon walk in the woods and he sniffed all the leaves and his favorite tree stumps.

Later, he dined on a freshly prepared bone broth and kibble stew accented with butterflied sardines, diced beets and yogurt. Lovingly prepared by his personal chef. 😆

For dessert, it was a special treat of a Häagen-Dazs vanilla pup cup (they were out of the doggy ones at the store), followed by all the belly rubs, scritches, scratches and snuggles with mom that he wanted… which is always his my favorite part of the night anyway.

It’s a simple life, but we like it! Can’t get up to too much crazy stuff at his age.

#anon ask #asked and answered #ask Cy #Buddy’s golden birthday #12 on the 12th! 🎉 🐕