#she was shaking and crying my poor pup

[magical-goon]

Alright who made fire alarms and carbon monoxide alarms have a low battery chirps??? I JUST WANT TO FUCKING TALK

#i want you kill thay inventor #AND I KNOW ITS FOR NY SAFETY BUT I WOILD RATHER BURN ALIVE THEN HAVE YO CHANGE OUT A BATTERY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKIN NIGHT #my dog was terrified of the noise and immediately woke me up #she was shaking and crying my poor pup #i hate loud high pitched repeative noises :3 so of course i had to handle it alone and figure it out on my own bc no one can be bothered to #help me :3c #oh i wouldnt want to go back to bed :3 dont worry about me. oh yeah just let me handle it while you go back to bed and sleep :3c oh? sleep.. #dont worry i wouldnt want to FUCKING sleep too #oops i forgot that my feelings and life dont matter yo those around me. it doesn't matter if i lack sleep or sanity bc nobody fucking cares. #im cranky #my tummy hurts and im anxious bc loud noise. AND EVERYONE IMMEDIATELY ABANDONED ME WHEN I NEEDED HELP BUT #We wont focus on that :3c #anyway time to lay in bed and cry wishing i was asleep gn folks

[pupyuj]

another ask cause im a sub g!p yujin enthusiast

love the idea of edging and teasing yujin for an emtire day, sending nudes if shes at work, groping and stroking her in public, making sure to bend over so she gets a peek at ur tits and ass

when u two finally get home shoving her against the door dropping her pants and just laying her cock on ur face, just the sight of this in front if her making yujin cum untouched, bucking her hips trying to get some friction to help her pump her seed all over yoyr face,

not letting the poor girl rest immediarely taking her cock deep into your throat,

yujin's legs shaking desperately tring to pry you off her cock but not relenting, your hands finding their way to her ass and hips, one hand pulling hdr hips closer to you to keep ur lips attached to the base of her cock, the other hand teasing her ass

☕️

ahe i twisted the prompt a little bit anon i hope you don’t mind~ but HEHEGUEHE G!P SUB YUJ MY BELOVED 🤤🤤🤤

being mean to her really is so much fun :(( usually she would whine and complain cutely bcs she didn’t like it when her members tease her for being so whipped for you and for being totally unlike the charismatic and charming leader that they’re used to 😭 the two of you would be hanging out with some friends and yujin would just so happen to look so handsome that you can’t help but practically torture her the entire time… brushing your hand across her crotch when nobody’s looking, cupping her bulge for seconds too long, adjusting your outfit so you look slutty just for her… the flustered look on her face was such a turn on that you keep doing all that just so you can give her something to look forward to when you get home 🤭🤭

ehe yujinnie would think that she’s getting what she wants when you ask her to accompany you to a near-empty washroom but really you’re just asking her to help you with your makeup and take some pictures in the mirror,, then it’d be even more torture bcs your friends would join in and it was just the perfect opportunity to grind your ass on poor yujinnie’s hard-on while taking pictures but she can’t do anything bcs people were around 💔 she would be soooo pouty for the rest of the day bcs she doesn’t know what to do with her cock fucking throbbing and the way you constantly whisper naughty things to her from time to time wasn’t helping at all! 😔

and then it was time to go home and the two of you were alone in the back of your friend’s van.. while everybody else talked and jammed out, you had your hand resting on top of yujin’s dick while she whine quietly and begged with her eyes… so cute, but no you couldn’t give her what she wants yet! 🥰 trailing her length with a single finger while giving her soft kisses in her neck, “does my puppy wanna feel good??” it was humiliating for yujin but listen… she was really, really into that… so she didn’t care that she looked like an idiot while nodding eagerly and grinding against your hand :(( poor pup just needs release! 💔💔

and what do you do as soon as you’re inside your shared apartment?? your pushing her to sit on your couch with her pants and underwear off and legs open,, she’d look so pathetic being so desperate but doesn’t say shit when you take your top off and put your knees on the ground, sitting yourself in front of her cock and smiling at how it twitched slightly 🥰 see, we all know yujin has a big cock but for a slut like you, it wasn’t all that hard to take in your mouth in full! her gasping as her tip hits the back of your throat?? puppy grabbing a random couch pillow to hold on to while you slowly started to suck her off.. making sure to release the nastiest and wettest sounds ever known to man as you did so 😵‍💫

yujin’s definitely big on crying while feeling good bcs your work on her mouth was overwhelming in the best way possible! 🤤 her sobbing pitifully as she felt your tongue swipe along her slit,, god she needed to hold onto you but the stern look in your eyes terrified her.. and she was good pup so she needed to oblige! 😔💔 she hears you choking and gagging like you always do bcs her cock was so big but she likes it! loves seeing your eyebrows all furrowed in concentration and your perfect lips wrapped around her.. if she could take a photo she would!! 😍

okay but overstimming her so much that she starts thrashing around and crying??? “s-stop! stop, stop, stop it, please—mommy..!!” the poor girl :(( she already dumped so much cum down your throat how much more could you possibly need?? yujinnie hugging the pillow tightly and sobbing on it as she came for the nth time,, she was so close to passing out ☹️ thankfully you decided that she had enough there.. separating from her cock with a ‘pop’ before tending to your girlfriend :((

sitting on her lap and pulling her head to your chest, “sorry, baby.. you just taste too good… how about you cum inside mommy next, hm?” and suddenly it was like yujin was never tired! her dick all hard again and her eyes finding light, her hands suddenly gripping your hips tightly with clear intention.. that doesn’t mean she’d avoid all the further teasing you’ll be doing of course! 🤭🤭

#☕️ anon #ive smut #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin x fem reader #yujin smut #yujin imagines #yujin x reader #yujin x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group x fem reader #g!p ahn yujin #g!p yujin #g!p idol #g!p ive

[puppygirl-bixxi]

i think wearing a shock collar and being trained to be the perfect puppy for my owner would fix me.

need to learn how to rut properly, to hump a girl’s leg just enough so that i almost cum. but, my owner takes it away at the last moment every single time. getting a swift shock through my body if i continue. all i can do for her is grind my hips uselessly against whatever she commands me to use. her thighs, her pillow, her abs, or even the friend she brought in to show off her new puppy to. she even gives them the remote to my collar to see what tricks i can do…

all the while this poor pup is forced to whine, beg, and bark. leaking again and again and again for my owner. every zap of electricity forces me to stop. it messes with my brain, i lose focus every time she does it. whenever i build a tolerance, all she does is go up to the next level.

zzt! zap! zzzz! zhht!

eventually, i can’t even wear panties properly without the friction making me excited. my mistress owner forcing them off of me once she sees what it’s doing to me. “puppies don’t need human clothes,” she says “you just bark for mommy… you serve her.”

before i get a change to uselessly beg, she tugs on my leash. i yelp and bark, and i try to open my mouth to ask her to let me cu- ztt!

-the thought… i can’t remember anymore. she leads me by the leash to my dog bed. it’s all messy, it smells like wet fur and precum. i want to sleep with her, it’s safer up in her sheets. i struggle and be- zzt! -but i- zap! -plea- zzttt!!

when i wake up, i can’t remember what’s happening… i something. i try to move my paws, but suddenly they’re slammed back onto bed (the bed!) by familiar, tender hands. she’s gripping so tightly, i can’t move my arms. i try to bark but end up whining and moaning.

then.. the rest of my senses come back. i can feel her again and again… she’s pumping her cock inside of me. i can feel how she stretches me out. how bolts of pleasure make me writhe underneath her. i haven’t stopped leaking since she started using my body. all i get to do is drool all over the sheets as she uses her puppy for her true purpose: a cocksleeve.

building and building, her dick throbbing inside of me. i need it i need it i need it, is all that whispers in my brain. it comes out as useless barking and whining. “i’m gonna fucking cum, puppy… make mommy proud, cum with me.. squirt all over like a good pup should!”. she pounds into me and i can’t help it, i never could, there’s no more collar to stop me. with one final thrust she sheathes inside of me, warmth flooding through as i finally let go. i’m shaking and crying as i cum all over her perfect bedsheets. our two seeds dripping together underneath my legs. it keeps going and going and going.. i can’t stop almost. it feels like it goes on forever, for too long. it makes my brain go blank… the only thing lighting up my brain being pure, blissful, pleasure.

by the time i wake up, i only hear one noise

zzt!

#text.xxi #ns/fw #t4t #nsft #dumb puppy #mtf puppy #t4t nsft #subby puppy #shock collar #electrocution #trans nsft #trans puppy #hornyposting #my writing #nsft text

[dancer73333]

Who let the dogs out? Jake seresin x reader.

-y/n's pov--

I walk out to the back porch with Ninja's lead in my hand I connect it to the tree and then walk in to get him. He's already waiting at the door

" Come here Ninja time to go out," I say and my dog follows me out the screen door. I put him on the lead and walk back into the house to continue to make the sandwiches I am bringing to my friend's house.

--Jake's Pov--

I stop running to tie my shoes. And wipe the sweat from my face. I like running on nice days rather than going to the gym the fresh air is nice.

While tieing my left shoe I feel something brush up against me its soft? I then look up and see a fluffy brown dog and he sticks his tongue out and starts panting.

"Hey buddy," I say the dog then barks.

I start to pet the dog to have him gain my trust. After a few seconds, this thing lays down right on the pavement. I look at the little heart tag

And it says.

Ninja

The back shows more info.

31 Seaside Dr.

Miramar CA

Y/n y/l/n

Luckily for Ninja, I know exactly where that is my buddy Coyote lives a few houses down on Seaside drive. I take Ninja by the collar and we start walking to his house. It looks like he broke his lead because there is a short piece of rope and clip hanging from his collar.

" Hey Ninja pup we're almost home," I tell the dog when we turn on to Seaside drive. I love the name Ninja it's a cool name for a dog like this little guy. All of a sudden He barks and I feel his collar tug out of my hand but I restrain him from going any further.

I then look in his direction and see a few squirrels he must have been trying to chase them and got loose. I reach the house and tell Ninja to sit. Then ring the doorbell. A lady then opens the door. She looks right down at Ninja with fear in her eyes.

" Hey, I was on a run it looks like your dog broke his lead and he walked up to me." I smile at her Ninja then walks and sits beside his mama on the porch.

" Oh oh my gosh I didn't even see him or hear him and I had the window open. Thank you so much you are a lifesaver." She smiles.

I then see her look me up and down. And she brings her head back to my eyes. I wink at her she's kinda cute with her long hair and nice body.

I then see her fight a smile.

Surprisingly even with squirrels around Ninja still stays on the front porch now laying down.

" Nice to meet you I'm Jake Seresin." I shake my hand out to the pretty girl. For some reason with her, I get a pit in my stomach that I don't feel with the other girls I try to pick up.

" y/n y/l/n and I think you figured out this is my Ninja pup. " she smiles.

Oh my goodness her teeth are so white they could blind someone.

Wow! and I thought I was hot.

" He's adorable I'm glad he found me then I wouldn't have been able to meet you " I then laugh it off.

" Hey your outfit looks nice I like it." she complements.

"I like you too." CRAP I just said that.

She smiles.

" Hey, Jake you wouldn't wanna exchange numbers or something to get to know each other a little more? " She fidgets with her necklace now.

" I'd love your number sweetheart." I smile, there's my confidence. I take my phone out and then she puts her number inside it and texts herself.

" Ok Jake I have to get to a party for my friend but I will talk to you at some point if that's ok." When she tells me" at some point" like its, not a priority somehow it grabs me on more.

" Sounds good I will talk to you later. " I say then continue my run. Later at the hard deck, I tell Coyote about y/n and her cute dog Ninja.

BONUS:

5 years later

--Jake's pov--

"DADDY! DADDY! LOOK! Ninaaa's givin me a ride." I then look over to see my daughter Serria riding on Ninja's back. The poor dog.

" Hey get off Ninja you don't wanna hurt him," I say with concern she then falls off the dog. My baby girl doesn't cry shes a tough one like me. Ninja licks her tiny face.

" Ewwww Ninja STOP ITTTT! " My little toddler yells. We then are both interrupted by y/n who just put out dinner on the table.

" Come and get it!"

" Foooooooooood!" Our little one says and runs to her seat.

And Ninja follows to eat any food scraps Serria leaves.

#top gun 2 #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader #top gun #cute dogs #doglover #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #ninja #oml this is so adroble i want a dog now!!

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

This weekend, I worked some on an old story written just because I wanted to work on my Devon's human past (with reason <<)

It's a fairly short vignette-ish thing, which why not share here (but there's the website version of it over here)

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The dark streets of Silvadill had grown cold with snow and bitter wind – nothing that Mir couldn’t shake off her thick fur. Her charge, however, wasn’t as fortunate. Sprawled now across the dim alley’s filth, her human pup rattled a cough.

     Sickness, Mir had smelled days ago. She pressed her wet snout against the boy’s forehead and felt heat creep inside her nostrils. If her previous charges were anything to go by, these would be the last hours of this pup’s short life. All she could do for him now was remain by his side, and wait, merely wishing she could do more.

     But had there not been a time that she could? As Mir lifted up her paw before her eyes, images struck – irreality deforming her paw into long, twisting appendages, and tearing the fur from her thickening leg. The instant lasted but that, yet it sufficed for Mir’s mind to crack and for her head to violently ache. Thrashing, Mir howled into the night, crying out for pain and for suffering and for a life no longer quite hers. She howled, seeking answers long dead in her mind – a mind that snapped back as she heard her charge whine.

     Instinct returned her to the rational present, to the cold and the dark and the sour stench of sickness wafting from her shaking human pup. He was trying to get back to his feet, mumbling.

     “I’m okay.”

     Of course you’re not, Mir thought, her wide ears perking up to the chime of his frail voice. She laid herself down next to her human pup, licking the heat off his forehead, and the blood from his nose. It would not be long anymore. Yet another human child, she thought, about to pay the price of his kin’s indifference. Though she knew this was the way of their world, Mir couldn’t help but lay her head down and whimper out her regret.

     Until a sound nearby caught her attention. Her head snapped up, eyes and ears boring into the darkness of night. She heard it again – a clicking sound, like the heels of noble females parading. A strange sense of relief filled her heart… till the wind carried to her the prowler’s scent.

     The fragrance of dry flowers, barely concealing the stench of fresh blood.

     Mir arched up onto her paws, fur bristling, fangs bared as she growled her warning towards the beast in human skin. Heels clicked against pavement, slow and steady, undeterred even when Mir began barking out the threat of death. Every echoing step brought closer the stink of gore and arrogance. Mir realized that she would have no choice but to fight for her life and that of her dying pup. She growled and coiled, ready to strike.

     Her nightvision caught sight of the prowler’s dress first, an extravagant bloat of fabric and trimmings coated in fresh stains. The prowler took another step, and then another, and as the human-like face appeared before her eyes, Mir felt her resolve waver.

     This sort of expression, Mir had seen it before. The day she had, a child had been splattered to death by a rushing carriage. Its mother’s howling grief had been engraved in Mir’s memory.

     Mir frowned. The Blood-eaters do not feel. This human-like female, all clad in aristocracy and unarmed, could not be merely human. Why, then, was it crying?

     “You poor little thing,” the Blood-eater said, its voice quaking just like a heartbroken human female’s. “I will take good care of you.”

     Mir’s fangs bared on instinct. Fur rustling, she growled her way in between the Blood-eater and her human pup.

     The Blood-eater’s expression hardened, twisted. It bore its own fangs in affronted disgust, hissing a threat of immediate death if Mir didn’t stand down. In response, Mir barked her refusal and stood, defiantly, head low as she growled a final threat.

     In an instant, the Blood-eater’s stance warped. Eyes wide, fingers tense like claws, the Blood-eater let out a blood-curdling screech that, unexpectedly, trailed off into human screaming.

     “You will not take my son from me!”

     One heartbeat’s confusion was all it took. When the Blood-eater pounced, screeching its madness, Mir hesitated. What if it spoke true? What if it had been her pup’s mother before becoming a beast? Even as the Blood-eater’s hands strangled the life out of her, Mir questioned. With the last minutes of her breath gurgling away, Mir remembered…

     A rainy day; the stampede of small feet escaping, and a moment later children struggling to outrun enraged human men. Some were caught and beaten; others fled into adjacent streets. And one, a single one, had run up to her and caught her by her neck fur, instantly pulling her head up towards his pursuer. His words she’d long ago forgotten, but not his defiant tone, nor the frantic beating of his tiny heart. Why she had played along and frightened away the human pursuer, Mir had never known, nor had she ever cared to know. From that moment on, when first he’d latched his frail little arms around her neck, he had become her child.

     “Mine,” Mir croaked, her paw latching onto her murderer’s wrist. Her tongue licked her teeth, now flat and harmless. Endlessly long tufts of thin fur curtained her face, obscuring her hazy vision. She could smell but the cold anymore.

     Mir laughed, right before her neck was snapped.

#Tales from Aeyuu #Noct shares writings #original writing #were-creature #sad #dark fantasy #snippet

[nobody7102]

My friend if I may entice you with Dad!Ben Mears again?? (lol)

So it's like a freezing winter night and Ben's upstairs reading, waiting for his lovely queen to come to bed when all of a sudden the heat goes out completely, knowing that the house gets really cold, really fast and it's like the ultimate "oh shit" moment.

Everybody's downstairs trying to get the fireplace and the woodstove lit when he hears his and the reader's son, Sean, crying in his room at the end of the hall (because for some reason that room is usually the first to get really cold if the heat goes out but luckily Randy is old enough to have his own little space at this point). He goes in and picks four-month-old Sean out of his crib and the poor bean is shaking and trembling like an autumn leaf. So Ben gets to thinking and he unzips his hoodie, placing Sean against him before he zips it up.

Downstairs, wifey!reader finally manages to help everybody get the woodstove lit and she sees Ben coming down the stairs. Sean pokes his head up from where it was resting on Ben's chest and neither of them can help but laugh so she takes a picture and captions it, "Daddy Bat and his little pup."

My late night dinner thoughts have officially made their presence known (lol).

BABES THAT SO CUTE! AWWWWWWW

Ben absolutely wears a baby wrap and yells at anyone who makes fun of him for it. His favorite thing when Sean was first more was skin to skin so wearing Sean in a baby wrap is the second best thing.

So with the sweatshirt Ben just like “gets I’ll make dye with what I got”

#lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #lewis pullman imagine #ben mears x reader #ben mears imagine #ben mears #lewis pullman salems lot #salems lot imagine #salems lot x reader #salems lot

[saevus-brutalis]

16, 32, 72 and 98 for Vincent ? For those oc asks

16. Write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

strap in boys, this one’s a long one.

sorry but i can’t possibly write short scenes.

CW: implied dog death

He wakes up groggily, face in the snow. It’s cold, freezing and so damn loud. Heavy propeller is hitting the rocks, digging into the red, muddy snow, burying deeper and deeper, creating shallow ditches and valleys, river beds for the blood of the fallen from the crash. It’s the only sound he hears – the slowly dying engine, metal scraping against the side of a cliff, hurt whining of his dog. His vision is swimming, blurred, partially obstructed; dark vignette limiting his FOV to a single point – Ricochet. He can’t feel his legs moving, whole body numb, he doesn’t control it, and in an instant he’s hovering over his poor wounded pup.

“Shh, baby girl” he coos, taking her fragile head into his lap, stroking the bloodied wet fur. “You’re gonna be okay, my sweet girl” but hot tears are already staining his face, mixing with dried ichor from his own cuts. He knows she won’t. He’s seen this dream already. He tries to get up, dog in his arms but she’s just so damn heavy.

“No more snacks in between meals” he tries to crack a joke, but his palpitating heart betrays just how fucking terrified he is. The whines grow louder, more desperate and pleading. There’s a howl off in the distance. They gotta go, move, even if he feels like his whole body was made out of lead.

The snowstorm worsens witch each step, snow starting to get deeper and deeper. Blood drips from his hands, creates a trail. Snow reaches up to his hips and he can’t feel his hands. They’re in a maze, walls closing in. Did he pass that fallen tree already? That beak-shaped rock looks familiar. Rico is heavy in his arms, crying, staring at him with those big black eyes.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

Her whimpers play on repeat in his head, like a broken record, overlapping, distorting, duplicating; slowing down, speeding up.

“It’s okay honey” he tries again, the rocky maze loops, driving him insane.

He trips, they tumble. He manages to do a roll, Ricochet’s not quite as lucky. She falls down the ravine with a scared yelp, disappears in the snow. He follows, pulse pounding in his head, limbs stiff and frostbit, whole body shaking from the freezing temperatures.

He finds her, weak and trembling; in so much goddamn pain. He doesn’t want to move here but he can’t leave her like this either.

“I’m sorry, girl” he pulls out a knife. “I’m so fucking sorry” he weeps too, tears blur his vision and all he sees are brown and red stains on a perfectly white canvas of snow.

With blade to her skull, he apologizes over and over. He’s being controlled, like puppet on strings, those movements aren’t his.

He braces himself, for one perfect hit. He swings, but wakes up drenched in cold sweat, chest feeling tight, breathing heavy and fast.

32. When they sneeze: hand, elbow, or nada?

elbow or forearm. doesn’t want germs, snot or spit on his hands. sometimes he turns his head to the side and sneezes into his shoulder. his sneezes are very loud too; those jokes about how loud fathers sneeze very much apply to him.

72. How do they like their steak?

rare. likes his steaks soft and juicy; very well seasoned and salty; ideally with garlicky undertone.

98. List 10 reasons why you love spending time with this character.

i’ll give you 5 😌 mostly coz i can’t think of any more

— has very specific type of humor;

— is a total whore – his entire personality;

— likes to gossip (even though he denies it), knows everything and everyone – is fun to talk shit about people

— blunt, unfiltered, uncensored – speaks his truth, will throw shade no matter who he’s talking to

— he has those Dad™️ vibes; cracks awful dad jokes and will call you a kid

#thanks for the ask 😌✌️ #yeah i know nothing about steaks; never had them and i don’t eat meat #lore: vincent e. vahn #oc: vincent elijah vahn

[seven--secrets]

I'll Follow You Into The Bark || GB + Chioko || Post-Decision

GB has nodded along to Kaneko, despite the sorrow that clung to his fur after hearing Kenta try so hard to be a good boy. That boy truly was a puppy. These morals, they truly were children, weren’t they? Adults by their standards, but so young. Little pups. It wasn’t wrong to cry out for what you wanted, for what you believed in. However…

“You forget what you are, mortal. You spoke your opinion, let others have theirs.”

A whine and a bark, something that did not seem natural from the mouth of a dog. Was that…. Laughter? Was he laughing at her? There was arrogance, but also rage. Sorrow and pity. Humans had to deal with too many emotions. After this, he was going on a vacation where he just did dog things for a while.

“You’re going to try to stop us? You would have to be at least a tsukumogami. No, at least a yasha to get in my way. Let nobody speak ill of her! Let nobody deny her her choice!”

He growled, and the world growled back. The room shook, rumbles sending anyone with poor balance to the ground. A threat he obviously would not go through with. Softy… He didn’t want to hurt anyone. He didn’t fight here for reasons. For one, gentleness had never been a part of him, titles aside. He had no doubt his skills would have been less effective against the Onryo as well. They were the same, both evil spirits, without that touch of divinity Kaz had. Without the neutral might of Rei. Too similar to do any real damage, but strong enough to be a bother.

He hopped down from Shigure’s arms, settling the ground around her, and only her. He would not let anyone stop her, but he would also support Shigure. GB presses his flank against her ankle, a soft whine escaping him.

“I won’t let you face this alone. I’ll stand by your side, alright? Death is something humans fear. It’s natural. It’s terrifying, but you know it’s not the end. It’s painful and awful, but I won’t let it be the end. I’ll take your soul somewhere safe, where you can recover in peace. The offer is the same to you as it was to the dead before-” Even though he really only offered it to one person. “I will do whatever I can to find you happiness in the afterlife.”

“Shigure…”

From her seat, Chioko moved over to Shigure, a trail of tears running down her cheeks. Her body opened up to hug her friend who had chosen to sacrifice herself. It was against what Chioko wanted but that would not stop Shigure. She had accepted that. All she could do was wrap her in a sorrowful hug. Arms gently held around her, shifting and coming behind Shigure to tightly grip her. The next moment Chioko had Shigure lifted up into a bear hug from behind, trying to stop her from going anywhere.

“I said I would not let you sacrifice yourself and I was not bluffing.” If they were going to take Shigure they would need to remove Chioko from her. 

“No you don’t.”

It was always awkward to watch smoke pool around GB and give his form more mass, making him as big as a horse. He padded around behind Chioko and picked her up by the back of the shirt, giving a little shake to make sure she dropped Shigure.

“I won’t let anyone take her choice from her. If you care for her, you’ll let her take control of her own life. Her choices were stolen from her long enough.”

Squirming a bit, Chioko put up a marginal fight for a bit. Eventually she stopped, letting herself accept that there was nothing she could do. Though frustration radiated off of her for anyone who could perceive such a thing. 

“Fine… If there is nothing I can do, at least don’t let her death go unpunished. I can not accept a man attacking an innocent girl like Shigure and going on with the rest of his life satisfied that he succeeded. He must pay in death to show him the error of his evil. Do that and I will stop fighting.” 

“Of course I’m going to punish him. I’m going to kill that human.” The sound out of GB’s muzzle was darker than his normal words. “Ever since I left my forest, it became my profane right to murder any human that trips. He can run to the ends of the earth, and I will find him. But I am not so kind as to give someone so foul a quick death.” He loved Shigure too, after all.

He plopped Chioko down, but it was obvious the now-big dog did not trust her not to try again. She was stubborn. Such a silly puppy. …He was so tired. This reminded him of how Lightbulb would chew on his ear when she was a newborn. Silly puppies indeed.

#chioko #chapter 5 #trial 5 #submission #gb

[majorshiraharu]

I’ve been awake since 5 am and can’t remember what I even did all day, like the only thing I can remember is giving my dog a bath, and trying to write stuff, also I wanted to go to bed like 3 hours ago but yet here I am xD 

This is what happens when you haven’t been able to take your adhd meds in over two months, i’m going to try and sleep now x3 

#did i get distracted over 3 times while writing this #yes yes i did #why did i wake up at 5 am #cause my mom was yelling so loud she woke up the dog and made him panic #poor pup was crying and shaking so i had to give him cuddles #adhd at midnight #personal #delete later #later as in sometime when i remember to go through these tags

[princessbatears]

Runaway - Chapter 1

Casa Werewolf Series #1 Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: After one of your children accidentally trespasses on Javi's property, he invites your enchanting little family to supper. And sees something inexplicable... Warnings: language, child anxiety/fear, parental anxiety/fear, discussion of school bullying, discussion of children physically fighting, mention of blood, mention of alcohol, mention of guns, brief toilet humor Words: 3.2k A/N: I'm so excited to be sharing my new series "Casa Werewolf" about Javi G and how he falls in love with a werewolf and her pups! I'm exploring a slight variation of my werewolf lore, as well as some "real-world" ramifications of being a werewolf that I've only touched on in my other stories. It's going to be a fun, sweet, emotional story of love and family, and I hope you enjoy!

Javi’s just finished showering after an intense racquetball match with his trainer when the intercom in his bathroom crackles to life. “Hey, boss, we’ve got a situation,” his head security officer says through it in brisk Spanish.

Since the security detail didn’t storm his bathroom to rush him from the house, Javi assumes he’s not in mortal danger. He presses the button to respond, “What is it?”

“We found a little boy trespassing near the south gardens.”

Frowning, he wonders how the hell a child ended up there. It’s nowhere near a gate or the road.

Placido continues, “Do you want to talk to him or should I just call the police?”

Curious and concerned, Javi says, “Bring him to the sunroom, I’ll talk to him first.”

After finishing getting dressed, he heads to meet Placido. Before he even reaches the sunroom, he hears a child’s near-hysterical crying.

“Nobody going to hurt you,” Placido’s attempting to soothe in stilted English.

Javi enters the bright room with all the plants and windows to see Placido standing a few meters away from a cute young boy, maybe nine or ten, in a dirty t-shirt and slacks. The poor thing is shaking and sobbing. He seems to be speaking a mixture of Spanish and English, but it’s a little too difficult to understand to know for sure.

“Hey,” Javi smiles gently, taking Placido’s lead and speaking in English. “My name is Javi. This is my house. What’s your name?”

A couple shuddering breaths, a cough, and the child manages, “Are you gonna kill me?” He has an accent that indicates he’s an expatriate.

That’s when Javi realizes that Placido’s got two very visible guns on his hips. He turns to his security officer. That’s probably why the boy is so scared. “Would you ask Nina to heat up some croquetas for a snack?”

Placido nods and leaves.

Javi crouches down. “Nobody is going to kill you or hurt you. All I want to do is make sure you’re okay and get you back home.”

Starting to calm down without the guns around, the kid wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Please don’t call the police! I didn’t hurt anything, I promise!”

“If I can get you to your parents, the police don’t have to be involved,” he reassures. “What’s your name?”

Sniffling, the boy says, “Bo.”

“Hi, Bo, I’m Javi.” He notices that some blood is mixed with the dirt stains on the chest of Bo’s shirt. “Are you hurt?”

Bo’s eyes shift away guiltily as he shakes his head. “No.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen and get you a snack. Then, I’ll call your parents.”

“It’s just my ma.”

“Then, your mama.” Javi straightens and puts a light hand on Bo’s shoulder to steer him into the main house.

Once they arrive in the kitchen, Nina, the cook, sets a plate of steaming cod croquetas in front of Bo with a large glass of milk. “Do you need anything else, sweetie?”

“No, thank you, ma’am,” he says politely in perfect Spanish.

Nina stops by Javi, whispering, “Placido said to call him if you need him for anything. He’s getting the guards to check the perimeter to see where the boy got in.”

“Thanks, Nina,” Javi smiles.

She bustles off to the large pantry, leaving Javi and Bo alone again.

Javi sits at the small kitchen table next to the kid, who’s wolfing down the fried fish dumplings and gulping the milk like he hasn’t eaten in days. His clean hair and strong body show he’s well cared for, but it’s not surprising he’s starving considering how far he must have traveled to get to where Placido found him.

Despite the boy’s excellent Spanish, he decides to stick with English. “I’d like to call your mama now.”

Bo doesn’t respond, his gaze purposefully on the quickly-emptying plate.

“Is there a reason I should not call her?” It’s a school day, so he assumes Bo ran away from there, but maybe there’s something’s going on at home that makes it unsafe for him to return. “Can you tell me why you ended up on my property.”

“It was Arlo’s fault!” Bo suddenly bursts out with passionate anger. “He just wouldn’t shut up about Astrid so I hit him!”

Ahhhh. It was a fight. And now he’s scared he’ll be in trouble.

“Is that whose blood’s on your shirt?”

“He said Astrid was stupid because she’s a grade behind us. But she wasn’t ready to leave preschool when we were!” Bo’s fists ball up and he looks like he might cry again.

Javi feels deep affection for this fierce, loving little boy. “There’s nothing wrong with not being ready for primary school at the same time as your peers,” he says sincerely.

Bo relaxes a little. “It’s just ‘cause she’s the runt. She can’t help that she gets scared a lot.”

Instead of ‘runt’ sounding like an insult, the boy says it with factual gentleness, like he’s talking about the smallest kitten in a litter.

“You’re noble to have protected her honor.”

“I’m her big brother, it’s my job to beat up the assholes who are mean to her.”

So, this Astrid is his sister. Perhaps a twin if they should have been in the same grade together. “You’re an excellent big brother.” Then, Javi has an alarming thought. “Did she run away with you?” A little girl shouldn’t be running alone on his estate, she might get hurt.

“No, she wasn’t there. It was just me.”

Relieved that there’s only one child to worry about, Javi continues his careful line of questioning, “You ran away because you’re worried you’ll get in trouble?”

“The last time I got in a fight, the principal told Mama I’ll be suspended if it happens again.”

Javi hums sympathetically. “I understand you don’t want to disappoint her, but it’s going to be much worse for her when she realizes you ran away.”

Sighing despondently, Bo nods. “I guess you should call her. I don’t want her to be scared.”

- - -

Less than thirty minutes later, Javi hears Reina—one of his housekeepers—opening the front door and then the sound of a frazzled female voice that he recognizes from the phone.

Bo, who’s sitting with him in the entertainment room on the couch watching some cartoon on TV, looks up with trepidation.

Javi bites back a smile. “Are you ready for a scolding, chiquito?”

When he’d called you, you’d been frantic with worry and nearly wept when he told you Bo was fine. He’s just glad you didn’t assume he was a predator who’d lured him into his house or something.

Bo grimaces. “She’s gonna be really mad.”

“It’s because she loves you. My mother was the same when I was your age.” Javi pats his back bracingly.

When the sound of several pairs of feet on the tile floor approach the room, he stands with what he hopes is a disarming smile. He’ll try to save Bo some of the admittedly deserved ire he’s about to face.

You rush in behind Reina, two young girls at your heels. “Oh god, Bo,” you breathe, a hand resting on your chest as you comprehend that your son is indeed safe.

“Hi, Mama,” he says with a guilty grimace, slowly getting up.

Crossing the distance, you pull him into a tight hug. He wraps his arms around you. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“‘Scared’ doesn’t even begin to cover what I was!” You pull back, scanning him for any sign of something to worry over. When you see the blood, you touch his chest anxiously. “Did you get hurt?”

“It’s not mine,” he mumbles.

Exhaling in exasperation and relief, you clutch him to you again.

Javi’s smile softens as he turns to the two little girls standing nearby. Their coloring and facial structure are very much like Bo’s. The older one’s also tall and athletic like him. Maybe the twin he was alluding to earlier? Her arms are crossed with obvious sisterly judgement.

The second sister is probably a couple years younger, maybe six or seven, with a much more delicate build than her older siblings. She also looks very anxious.

Javi’s about to say something to reassure her when Bo huffs impatiently, “I’m okay, Mom!” And pulls away from you.

You shake your head, blinking like you were lost in a trance, and frown deeply at him. “We’ll talk at home,” you say with the expected edge of disapproval.

Then, you turn your weary gaze to Javi. He sees where your children have gotten their adorable looks. They take strongly after their beautiful mother.

“Señor Gutierrez, thank you so much for taking care of Bo. I’m so sorry that he trespassed. If there’s any damage, please let me know so I can pay for it.”

Javi smiles, stepping forward. “No harm was done. Bo was a very polite guest.”

You relax slightly. “I’m glad to hear it. Bo, get your things. Let’s go.”

The chagrined look passes over his face again. “I kinda lost my backpack somewhere.”

“Oh my god,” the older sister mutters with a huge eye roll.

“At school?”

He shakes his head. “I was... running... and it fell off.”

Your eyes close and you take a slow breath. “You’ll have to show me what area tomorrow. We’ll find it, then.”

“I think it might be in Javi’s yard. I lost it after I dug under the fence.

Javi frowns. How on earth had this kid dug under his heavy-duty fence?

But he’s distracted by you turning to him with that exhausted, apologetic expression that seems to be etching itself into your face. “Señor Gutierrez, could I inconvenience you further to look in your yard for Bo’s backpack. He needs his books and school work from it.”

“Please call me ‘Javi’. I’ll ask the groundskeepers to look. I have a rather large yard, though, so it may take some time to find it.”

“Mama,” the little one whispers uncomfortably.

You turn to her. “Yes, sweetie?”

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Javi smiles at the girl. “There’s one just through that door.” He points to the end of the living room where the connected bathroom is located.

She avoids his gaze, scurrying off.

Then, he returns his attention to you. “Would you and your children stay for an early supper while the backpack is being retrieved?” Even though he’s just fed Bo, he has a feeling that he could eat more. And he has a feeling that you could use a break from making food for your family.

You hesitate and he quickly realizes that you might think he’s hitting on you. “If your husband or partner would like to join us, they’re welcome.

“Single mother,” you say shortly, clearly not interesting in elaborating.

“His food is really good, Ma,” Boo wheedles. “And I’m hungry again.”

You protest, “We can’t impose more than we already have.”

“You’d be doing me the favor. Out here, I rarely to get dine with others.”

Turning to the elder girl, you ask, “What do you think, hon? Are you hungry?”

After giving Javi an appraising look, the girl says, “If he hasn’t murdered Bo yet, then the rest of us are safe.”

Bo narrows his eyes at her.

Javi can’t help laughing. “I promise, you and your family will come to no harm here.”

You shake your head with amused reproach. “It’s not polite to say things like that, Tallulah.” Then, you touch her lightly on the head. “Javi, this is my daughter, Tallulah. You know Bo. And my other daughter, Astrid, is the one using the restroom.”

He can tell that an introduction on your part is a sign of trust. He smiles warmly at Tallulah. “Pleased to meet you, Tallulah.”

This does puzzle him about the age of the siblings, though. There’s no way Astrid should be in the same grade as Bo, so Bo must have meant that she’d been held back in her own age bracket. Tallulah could either be the eldest of all three or the middle.

A moment later, Astrid returns, her eyes shining and a secretive smile on her lips. She runs over to where Talulah is and tugs on her sleeve. When Tallulah bends down, Astrid whispers something in her ear, giggling.

“A faucet?” the older says louder, face scrunched in confusion.

“In the toilet?” Bo gawks, although there’s no way he could have heard what the youngest had said.

You chuckle. “That’s the bidet, sweetheart.”

Javi grins. “Did you press the button on the side and get a little surprise?”

Astrid giggles again, nodding.

“That’s to clean your bum,” he explains, having a hard time not giggling himself when all three kids burst out into hysterical laughter.

You give him a genuine, beautiful smile that makes his heart speed up. “Our bidet is next to the toilet, not in it.”

“They’re not as common inside the toilet in Spain,” he agrees.

“I didn’t notice when I went early. I’m gonna go see!” Bo charges off.

Tallulah looks hopefully at you and you nod for her to go look, too. She rushes after her brother, Astrid behind her.

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Thank you again for taking care of Bo. When the school called me about what happened, I was terrified he’d end up somewhere dangerous or get lost.”

“It really was no trouble. I’m just glad he found his way here,” Javi says gently. “He told me he got in a fight because someone was rude about Astrid.”

There’s a vindicated look in your eyes. “The administration said he’d attacked the other boy unprovoked, but I know he wouldn’t do that. He might be wild, but he’s not violent. Unless some little asshole is cruel about his sister.”

Javi smiles, appreciating that you’re a parent who believes in your child. “He’s a great kid. And smart.”

You brighten at the praise. “Yes, he is. They are all. I’m very blessed.” Glancing around the room at the big TV, gaming systems, and pool table, you ask, “Do you have any children?”

He shakes his head. “It’s just me.”

Expression inscrutable, you hum.

“Did he get suspended for the fight?”

Sighing again, you shrug. “I have a meeting with the principal first thing in the morning to discuss it.”

“I hope it works out. Oh!” Javi suddenly remembers. “Let me go get the groundskeepers looking for Bo’s backpack. And tell the cook that supper’s a party.” He walks to the intercom panel on the wall and quickly dispatches instructions in Spanish to the groundskeepers and Nina.

There’s a shriek from the bathroom. He glances over his shoulder to see you darting in that direction, hissing loudly, “What are you three doing?” You stop in the doorway, mouth agape. “We are guests!”

As he moves to join you, he hears Tallulah say defensively, “It was Bo!”

“You said to turn it up!” Bo snaps back.

Javi steps behind you and sees water dripping down the wall across from the toilet and pooled in small puddles on the floor. The three children look at their mother, abashed. He laughs. “It’s got quite the reach on it.”

You quickly turn to him, embarrassed. “I’m sorry! Do you have any towels so they can clean it up?”

He waves dismissively. “One of the housekeepers will get it.”

“No,” you argue firmly. “When we make messes, we clean them up.” You turn to the kids. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Tallulah agrees, giving Bo a dirty look.

Astrid is eyeing the toilet with a mischievous glint. “It’s kinda like a water fountain.”

“Astrid, don't you dare!” you warn sharply.

Although she looks properly chastised, the sparkle doesn’t leave her. Hopefully she’s not actually considering using it as a water fountain.

Javi feels both tenderness for your children and also is quickly understanding why you look so damn tired. They certainly have spirit.

He claps his hands. “Would you like to see my backyard? There’s lots of space to play. I might be able to find a couple of balls to kick around, too.”

You smile gratefully. “After they’ve cleaned up the water, that’d be wonderful.” Then, you frown. “There won’t be... armed men where they’re playing, will there?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no, we’ll be right by the house, so no guards.”

Your smile returns and you nod.Still feeling like it’s silly to have the kids clean up, Javi arranges for some towels to be brought. However, he finds himself impressed by how diligently and thoroughly they make sure there are no slick spots left.

Once you’re satisfied with the state of the bathroom, he leads the four of you out to the large grassy area on the side of his house. “Do you know how to play fútbol?” He grabs one of the black and white balls from the basket on the deck.

Tallulah grins. “Bo and me are both on our school’s teams.”

“I help them practice,” Astrid adds enthusiastically.

Javi tosses the ball at the grass. “Have fun, niños!”

As the three of them begin to play a casual game of keep-away, he offers you one of the comfortable lounge chairs. You sit, although you don’t completely relax. He’s very tempted to offer you some wine, but has a feeling you’d find it inappropriate.

Instead, he decides to get you talking again. “How old are they?”

“Eight,” you smile.

He inhales softly, suddenly putting together all the pieces. “They’re triplets, aren’t they?” Which makes Bo and Tallulah big for their age and Astrid small.

You smile. “They are. Most people think Tallulah and Bo are twins because they’re in the same year at school and have the same build. But Astrid’s only twelve minutes younger than Bo. Genetics are funny like that.”

Javi glances at you out of the corner of his eye. A single mother with triplets. Damn. Are you divorced? Widowed? Or did you choose IVF with the intention of raising your child or children alone?

“They’re inseparable,” you continue. “Sure, they bicker like all siblings, but they love each other more than anything.”

“My little brother and I are really close, too. No matter how tough stuff gets, we always know we can count on each other.” He smiles, thinking of how brave David’s been lately.

“It’s a gift,” you say softly.

The afternoon sun is coming on strong. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. “It’s hot out here.”

“Some water would be lovely.”

Javi gets to his feet and goes to the intercom. He’s about to ask for water and juice when Astrid yells in distress, “Hey, wait for me!”

He turns back to see Tallulah zooming at an incredible speed across the grass and Bo right on her heels. Astrid’s fast for her size, but she just can’t keep up with her taller, stronger siblings.

Then, something very strange happens. There’s an odd blur to her body, like when someone moves while a picture is being taken. A beat later, she’s disappeared, her clothes falling in a pile on the ground.

Where she was now stands a pale white and gray German Shepherd puppy. It bounds after the others, easily gaining on them.

What the fuck?!

Dizziness overtakes him as he hears you screaming in panic, “Astrid, no!”

He wants to tell you it’s fine, that Astrid can be a dog if she wants to be, but the world goes black before he can get the words out.

- - -

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: croquetas - fried dumpling balls, usually with meat or fish in them chiquito - affectionate nickname for a young boy fútbol - football/soccer niños - kids

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

[erodasfishtacos]

harry adores yn with his entire being and i can tell that she loves him just as much but the poor thing is just so scared, and by what you have showed us she has a fair reason to have struggles

Through Hell and Back

warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic violence, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles.

this is a very important blurb to understand dynamic and history of the characters.

PLEASE let me know your thoughts.

—

Harry’s out at a bachelor party for his friend, Jack, at a noisy bar downtown where there is a mechanical bull and half-naked waitresses.

His phone rings at two-thirty in the morning, he already knows who it is and why she’s calling him so late.

He steps outside the noisy bar, “Hi puppy, y’alright?”

Harry already knew she wasn’t.

Her voice is shaky, “Er, are you still out at the bachelor party?”

If he says yes, she’ll just try to say have fun and was just calling to check in - a lie because she felt like such an inconvenience at all times.

“No, just got home,” He lied smoothly, he could hear her trying to hide a sniffle - she must have had a bad dream.

Every since she started trauma therapy, they’d been getting worse, as she worked through her struggles with a therapist.

—

“I-I don’t want to g-go in,” YN whimpers as she sits in Harry’s passenger side outside the clinic, “I can’t talk about it.”

“Baby, you need to do this. You need to talk to someone who’s trained to help you, okay? You promised you’d try it f’me,” He hums, rubbing a thumb over her wet cheekbone.

She shakes her head stubbornly, “It’s all going to come back.”

“Yes, it will. Because you didn’t work through it, you repressed it. There is a difference, okay?” Harry’s heart feels like it’s being ripped in two as YN looks like a caged animal.

YN squeezes Harry’s hand so hard it hurts but he doesn’t mind, he can feel her fear being shared through the rough touch.

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, “Please, H. I don’t want to remember.”

He sighs softly, “I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do. If you really want to leave, we can.”

YN searches his eyes, sees his sadness and she knows she has to push through because she loves him so much, “Will you walk me in?”

“Of course, s’fucking proud of you. My strong girl,” Harry praises, kissing the top of her head, and shutting off the car.

He walks her in, watches her as she hesitantly goes back in with her new therapist, and sits in the waiting room for the hour and a half until she comes out.

He does that every week without miss.

Drives her, walks her in, sits in the waiting room, and then drives her home.

She doesn’t usually talk much after the sessions, her eyes swollen and puffy which is a telltale sign she cried during the appointment.

Harry holds her hand on the ride home, sometimes draws her a bath or tucks her in for a nap under his covers.

One day, after therapy, they crawled into his bed together. She hadn’t said one word since she walked out of the office but she looks tiredly at Harry.

“Why?”

Harry frowns, “Why what?”

She hides her face into the fluffy pillow, words mumbled, “Why do you want me? I’m so broken.”

“Hey,” Harry responds loudly, pulling her up and giving her a serious look, “You are not broken. Even if you were, I’d love every broken piece, okay? I want you because I’m so in love with you it doesn’t make sense.”

YN shakes her head, “I don’t deserve you. You-you have to drive me to therapy every week, leave work early, have to make it up the next day.”

And well, his heart breaks a little because she truly believes that.

Harry grips her jaw, gently, “If you need to go to therapy for the rest of your life, I’ll drive you until I’m ninety. I’ll drive you five days a week if you need it.”

He continues,“I don’t deserve you, sweet girl. Strongest, bravest, most resilient person I’ve ever met. You are my soulmate and I believe that wholeheartedly.”

“I want to nap now,” She whispers, crawling back into her shell where she’s safe from the world, from facing her fears.

Harry just stares at her, the girl he’s had a crush on since fourth grade, the girl he’d been in love with since ninth.

When she felt broken, well so did he.

—

“Mum, I want to do more for her,” Harry cries to his mother one night at dinner after school.

“I know you do, Harry. There is only so much you can do. She has parents tha-“

“Those aren’t parents, mum! You know that!” He shouts angrily, “I need to do more for her. Help her!”

Anne looks at him with a soft, understanding expression, “You’re doing all you can, Harry.”

—

He was still doing all he can.

“I wa-was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?” YN acts casual despite the tremor but he won’t call her on it - on the phone at least.

“I’d love to pup, I’ll be over on a tick,” already walking away from the busy bar.

Harry can hear the relief in her voice when she says, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

When he uses his key to open the door, she sat on her couch with all the lights in the house on, not one off.

“Oh, pet,” Harry murmurs, all the blinds were drawn shut and he knew she’d already triple checked that the windows were locked - despite the state of the art security system he had installed for her.

“Um, so are we feeling a scary movie or romcom?” She ignores his words, picking up the remote, and pulling up Netflix.

He flicks a couple of the bright lights off until it’s normal dim and he sits next to her on the couch, taking the remote and turning off the television.

“Talk t’me,” Harry coaxes, unraveling her from the heavy weighted blanket, and tugging her into his chest.

“M’fine,” YN lies on a choked whimper.

“Y’safe, you know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you . Please puppy, tell me,” He’s not to manly to beg for her to open up.

He allows her to nuzzle her face into his neck, “He cam-came back an-and he -,” her voice drops, “broke in here and I wo-woke up as he was opening my door.”

Harry holds her for a very long time that night.

-

With Harry and her therapist’s constant encouragement she’d been able to be more open and up front with Harry - which made him feel unexaplainably proud of her.

Anna almost fucked everything up, all the hard work without even realizing it.

It was nearly three in the morning this time.

Harry was stuck at Anna’s house with her and her friends for a movie night.

He’d gotten up to go to the bathroom when his phone rings.

Anna sees who it is and picks it up, “What do you want? Harry’s busy and doesn’t have time for you right now. You know it’s not all about you, right?”

Then she hangs up, all of her and her friends giggling at how she just treated YN.

Harry is unaware of the call for a few minutes when he gets back until he gets a text from YN.

I’m sorry I bothered you. I am okay. Have fun tonight x

He scrolls through his phone in confusion until he sees the call, he glares over at Anna, “Did you answer my phone?”

She has a cocky look on her face, “Yeah, I told YN that the world doesn’t revolve around her and to leave us alone.”

All the friends are giggling - but that comes to an abrupt halt when Harry stands up, knocking over the little table of drinks with his anger, “Where the fuck did you get the idea that you could touch my phone, let alone answer it?”

All of them are quiet.

He scoffs, “Now all you annoying prats are going shut up? Get the fuck out of my way,” he orders to Anna who’s pouting.

“C’mon, it was a joke. Don’t leave,” She whines, grabbing at Harry’s arm which he instantly rips out of her grip.

“Don’t touch me. I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” He tells her honestly before storming out of her house without a look back at her teary face.

-

When he arrives at YN’s house, a book is automatically been hurled at the front door when he opens it, then another.

“Hey, puppy, stop tha’. S’just me, you’re okay. S’just me,” He coos, rearming the security system to make her feel better.

She is only in one of his shirts with the company logo on it and soft cotton boy shorts, hair frizzy atop her head.

“Y’have another nightmare?” Harry asks softly, all the lights were on again, every single one.

YN clenches her jaw, “No.”

He hardens his expression too, “I was in the bathroom when she answered that call. As soon as I found out, I came over here. Don’t be sour with me.”

“I didn’t have a nightmare.”

“I know y’bloody lying because your legs are still tremblin’. Now cut the bullshit and talk t’me, we’re not going backwards,” Harry tells her seriously, with all firmness he can muster.

“I love you.”

It takes him aback. YN told him how much she adored him but it was something that didn’t come easy for her.

To hear it flat out, well….he nearly almost melted on the floor into a pile of goop.

“I love you too, puppy.”

She takes a deep breathe, “It’s been that same nightmare, but it’s not really a nightmare? It’s a flashback to…”

YN swallows before she continues, “Remember when….when I ran from my parent’s house to yours and my dad came and found me…”

Harry doesn’t want to remember but he does.

—-

“Harry, he-he just pulled up,” YN cries, peeking out his window, “I don’t want to go home.”

“Harry, he’s screaming at your mum. I have to go.”

“Harry, I have to go before he does something stupid. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Harry, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, he’s just really upset. I’ll just deal with it and it will be over before we know it, okay?”

——

“I remember,” He wavers like he normally doesn’t, feeling like a helpless sixteen year old again.

It was moments like this were no matter how hard he wanted to be angry or scream at her for making their relationship so difficult, that he couldn’t be.

How could he blame her for her commitment issues?

Why she struggles to trust?

Why she never feels good enough?

“I’m sorry to bring that up-“

“Do not apologize,” Harry interrupts, “I want to know everything you experience or feel no matter how traumatic or upsetting.”

YN despite her own struggles, when she heard Harry say things like that…well she knew full heartedly that he loves her with no conditions.

She knew this was so hard on him, “I am so in love with you, H.”

His eyes automatically soften and he reacts like he’s being praised. His face lights up without him even knowing it does.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen, thank you for being my person. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

It was something she had been also working on in therapy, expressing gratitude- specifically to Harry.

And it works because Harry actually starts tearing up, eyes watering with emotion, “I love you. I’d walk through hell and back for you.”

He would and he has.

#harry styles #harry styles writing #update #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #Harry styles angst #cheating!harry blurb #cheating!harry #cheating!harry masterlist

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

heyy! could you do something where your in a poly relationship with Remus and sirius, you’ve been teasing them all day and they just get fed up and they tie you up with a vibrator at the full setting? idk this might be to much detail lmao

Take it

I present to you: Angry hotheaded werewolf and eyeliner wearing dramatic rich boy teaching you a lesson. Pls step on me-

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: 18+

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If there is something you enjoy doing it would be teasing your boys. And today you woke up and chose violence.

Pulling out your skirt you rolled the waistband up to make it shorter, just barely covering your ass. You decided to not wear a bra, but a simple white blouse with your house stitched onto the fabric. Everytime you moved the shirt would ride up to expose some of your skin and your nipples would harden, noticeable if someone would look at your chest. You put on your knee high socks and shoes, grabbing your bag and left to get some breakfast in the great hall.

Arriving there you made your way over to your boys and Remus turned instantly when he smelled your scent, smile dropping into a gape the moment he saw your attire. Sirius followed his point of view and his eyes scanned you body, jaw clenching.

„Hi boys“ you said, voice overly cheerful. „Saved me some?“

„Sure love“ Remus cleared his throat „the plate‘s yours.“

„Great, thanks!“ You gave him a kiss, digging into your food.

Sirius nearly moaned when you held his gaze and licked marmalade off your fingers. He just wants to bend you over and fuck you, wanting to show everyone that you belong to them alone. 

You winked at him, turning your attention to Remus who had been staring as well, a flush on his pale skin.

“You have peanut butter right there” you pointed out at the dazed boy.

“Hm?” His eyes were a little unfocused, staring at your chest. You bit back a smile and leaned forward, kissing it off. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Merlins beard”, James said “keep your private life P-R-V-A-T-E”

“You forgot a letter”, Lily pointed out. 

“Oh really?” James said seductively “You might want to tutor me Evans...”

Lily rolled her eyes and James pouted.

“Even I got embarrassed by witnessing this. Honestly Prongs, step up your game.” Sirius teased, laughing at his friends discomfort.

“Shut your mouth Pads, at least I’m not drooling over someone licking their fingers-”

Sirius cleared his thoat and you made an amused sound when you saw him blush. 

“Oh and Remus, your cup is already empty. Are you trying to slurp the glass through your straw or what?”

Now it was Remus’ time to clear his throat and look away from your tits.

James winked at you and you smirked back, for once your boyfriends decided to stay silent. James had been right after all. Looking down you saw them adjusting their pants and you giggled silently. 

---

„Can you grab the book from my bag I need the instructions“, Remus told you, trying to get the potion right. Sirius was sitting there, blowing spit bubbles.

You smiled to yourself when you heared them gasp as you bend down to get his bag. Turning around you saw them staring at your face, not only flustered but angry as well.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Sirius hissed, pulling you to sit down.

„What?“ You asked innocently. „You don‘t like my panties?“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he immediately corrected himself. „Nonono baby they‘re fine I just-“

Remus grabbed your jaw turning your head to him. „What he‘s trying to say is: Stop acting like a slut and we‘ll drop the punishment.“

You smirked and shook your head. „I‘m not doing anything. You‘re just horny.“

Remus rolled his eyes and gave you a strict look. „Behave.“

„Yes Daddy.“

James screamed as your boys groaned in embarrassment.

„YES WHAT NOW?“

---

You and the girls were sitting by the lake, doing yoga. Fucking Lily and her ideas. It was fun, but way to hot to be doing moves like that. At least that‘s what you thought until you saw the marauders approach.

„What are you doing?“ James asked plopping down next to Lily on the grass.

Sirius and Remus took a seat next to you, sandwiching you in the middle.

„Yoga“ Lily said curtly. „Wouldn‘t expect you to know.“

James huffed. „Of course I know what yoga is. See?“

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw James doing the crow pose. That shit needed some real strength and apparently Lily was impressed as well. You smirked when she blushed a little at the muscles bulging in James‘ arms.

She chose to ignore him and turned back to you. „Right ladies, lets stretch our backs before we continue.“

You smirked when she threw you a wink, knowing about your plan of teasing the guys. You leaned forward, arching your back as you spread your knees a little. Your shorts were pulled taunt over your ass, thong peaking out from the waistband.

„Oh Jesus-“ Remus whispered, pulling his bag on his lap. Sirius‘ mouth fell open and he glared at you when you glanced over your shoulder to give him a coy smile.

---

„That fucking brat is doing it on purpose!“

Remus shot Sirius a bored look. „No fucking shit Pads.“

„God when I saw her this morning I wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw. Did you see how she sucked her fingers?“

Remus groaned. „I was too busy staring at her tits, Pads. Since when is she into yoga?“

Sirius snorted. „Not surprising to be honest, the way she bends when we put her into any position we want.“

„I just want to tie her up and-“

„-make her cum.“

They grinned at each other but quickly shut up when you sat down to eat your dinner. They did nothing more than press a kiss on each cheek and would not once glance your way. You were confused, why the sudden changevin attitude? Normally they would be all over you by now.

You decided to step up your game. You put your hands on their thighs after you finished eating and saw Sirius bite a little to aggressively into his meatballs. Remus stayed indifferent.

Your hands slowly crept higher, now directly over their crotches and Remus took your hand in his, squeezing painfully. You winced, but kept your hand on his lap, feeling him harden under you.

„Right we‘re done, Prongs and Wormtail, look for a place to sleep for tonight.“

James groaned „A-fucking-gain? What are you, 12?“

Remus stood up as well, grabbing your elbow to drag you to their dorm.

Remus shoved you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and kissed you hard. He pushed you back until your head was against the bedpost and straddled your belly, kissing his way down to your bare tits.

„I fantasized about these the entire..fucking..day“ Remus growled out, slapping your breast with every word. You cried out when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing you with his sharp teeth. Sirius bend your knees and spread you open wide, blowing against your swollen clit.

„Ah fuck please!“

Sirius flicked your clit and you yelled in pain, trying to close your legs, not that you could match his strength.

Remus got off and went to his trunk, pulling out your vibrator just as Sirius gathered your wrists in his hand and tied them to the bed.

„Listen pup“ Remus said sharply „Since you think you can jus tease us all day by prancing around like a slut, we‘ll treat you like one.“

You were about to answer but Sirius took the chance to stuff your mouth with your panties.

„Noone asked for your input, puppy.“

Remus put the vibrator on the highest setting and pushed it in as far as he could. He fucked you with it for a few seconds until he found your sweet spot and pounded against it. You were crying out in pleasure, legs shaking and he let go.

Sirius and Remus knelt down on both sides of your legs to keep them open and played with your breasts.

„Look at her pretty tits Moony. I bet they‘re sore already.“

Remus smirked when your eyes teared up at his pinching. „Aw poor baby, must hurt really bad. Does it hurt pretty girl?“

You nodded, eyes glassy as you begged for your orgasm.

„If you cum“ Sirius drawled „we‘ll force more out of you. But if you can hold back, we‘ll give you only as much as you want.“

You glared at Sirius and he laughed as he saw your desperate expression. They knew how impossible that deal was.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But then they decided to make out right there, kissing and moaning into each others mouths so passionately, that you came at the sight. You screamed out your realse, the vibrator not only drilling against your sweet spot but clit as well.

Remus smirked and pulled the panties out as you continued to cry out, trying to get rid of the toy. Sirius pushed it back in and you came again, squirting a little as you nearly passed out from the force.

„Guess you made your choice slut, so you better be a brave little girl.“

You can‘t remeber how many orgasms you had as they ignored your pained cries and whimpers. Was it four? Five?

„Please!“ You wailed „Please enough! Please! Yellow! Yellow!“

Sirius didn‘t take the vibrator out, only lowered the setting and leaned over to pout. „What is it baby, can‘t cum anymore?“

You whined. „Siri please enough! I can‘t!“

Remus chuckled and leaned over as well, stroking your hair gently. „But baby, there is one more. I know there is. Don‘t you wanna make us proud, hm?“

You mewled softly, clenching your legs, but that made the soft hum of the vibrator press directly on your clit.

„Remus“ you whined as he took a hold of the toy, gliding it in and out. Sirius laid down between your legs, spreading them open and kissed you clit softly.

„Sirius“ you gasped „hurts!“

Sirius didn‘t respond, only sucking your clit in his mouth and lapped at it. Remus turned up the setting again and you let out high oitched moans, fucking back against the thrusts.

„Fuck you taste so good baby, c‘mon give me your cum.“

You trembled all over as Remus encouraged you to cum again.

„Let go pup, be our good girl“, Remus cooed, kissing you to keep you silent as you came for the last time, whimpering into his mouth.

„There we go puppy“ Sirius moaned, taking the toy out to lap at your hole. He hummed at the taste, licking everything clean and got up to kiss Remus, sharing your cum.

„I‘m never leaving without a bra again“, you said, panting hard.

The boys gave you mocking grins, prepping your face with kisses until you were breathless.

#sirius x remus x you #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #marauders smut

[animeomegas]

Infertlie!Omega!Neji manages to become pregnant

Hello! Do you have any hc’s for what would happen if by some miracle Neji WAS able to become pregnant? Love ur stuff!! ❤️

(Hello! Ahh, I’m flattered! Hmm, if Neji was able to become pregnant… I have a few ideas. Enjoy~)

Warnings: miscarriage mention, suppressant abuse. 

Finding out:

He’s been taking a pregnancy test every month for 18 months by this point, and nothing.

You have been telling him that he may have to start thinking about what he wants to do if he can’t have pups.

Neji knows whose fault it is that he can’t conceive.

He struggles to walk through the Hyuuga compound sometimes, knowing it’s their fault that he’s like this. That he’s broken.

You deny any such things, but he knows he is. And he’s very bitter and upset about it.

But he won’t give up yet.

2 years. That was the time frame he had given himself. If he couldn’t conceive within two years, then… Well, he didn’t want to think about that.

One morning when he doesn’t have a mission, he gets up and heads to the bathroom, taking the test automatically.

The feelings of hope and anxiety have long since faded after too many disappointments.

So, he grabs the test, gives it a cursory glance and goes to throw it in the bin before he realises what the test says.

He lifts the test back up, hand shaking. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could have sworn it said…

Positive.

He’s holding a positive pregnancy test.

His heart is beating very fast now. Neji just stands there for a few moments, unsure what to do.

He ends up taking all the pregnancy tests in the bathroom, seven in total.

And all of them are positive.

He won’t ever admit it, but he did cry a little (a lot).

But quickly the joy begins to fade, and fear sets in.

He needs to be so careful.

He can’t lose this baby, he just can’t.

He needs to stop taking missions, he needs to eat better, he needs to go to the hospital-

He works himself into a little panic, and then panics more because he is so scared the stress will make his lose his baby.

At this point, he’s been in the bathroom for like half an hour, so you tentatively knock and ask if he’s okay.

Neji was clutching the sink in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror and desperately trying to calm down. He needed to calm down, but he just couldn’t. He distantly realised that he was letting out quiet panicked whines, calling for you to help him automatically.

And then he heard a knock on the door, you were here. He let out a louder whine to try and signal to you that he needed you there with him.

“Neji?” your voice was a little alarmed, you must have heard his whining. “Neji, what’s wrong? Can I come in?”

He heard the door handle shake as you tried to open it against the lock.

“Neji, please, open the door.”

“I’m pregnant.” He blurted.

The door handle stopped moving. He waited anxiously for you to say something, still struggling under the weight of the anxiety clawing at his chest.

“…Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed heavily. “I took all the tests.”

“Let me in please, my love.”

This time, Neji follows your request automatically. The lock clicks open, and you immediately step in. Neji can feel your eyes scanning him before they flit over to the abundance of pregnancy tests lying innocently in the sink.

A smile slowly creeps its way onto your face.

“Oh, baby boy, come here,” you opened you arms for him and he immediately stepped into the embrace. His heart was finally starting to calm down, as he took deep breaths of your scent. He was safe, he didn’t have to worry, you would be here to make sure everything was alright.

“We’ll go down to the hospital tomorrow, alright? Get everything checked out, but I don’t…” you hesitated.

“You don’t what?” He knew what you were going to say. ‘I don’t want you to get your hopes up.’

You shook your head. “Nevermind, let’s just book the appointment. Would you rather go to the hospital or see one of the clan medics?”

Neji grimaced. “Hospital. I know it’s weird, but… I don’t want them to know yet.”

You rubbed a hand on his lower back. “We won’t tell anyone until you’re ready, I promise.”

 Pregnancy:

The hospital visit went as well as you could have hoped.

Neji was indeed pregnant, and everything was progressing well for the moment.

But, of course, there were some concerns.

Neji was given a gentle reminder that he was at a high risk for a miscarriage.

He was also told that a traditional birth would be too risky for him, and that he would have to have a c-section.

And, while the mednin couldn’t be sure yet, it was unlikely that he would be able to breastfeed.

Neji took all the information with a detached nod, acknowledging what was being said, but not reacting to it.

As a Hyuuga, he kept his emotions firmly pressed down in public. His scent and face were completely normal. Few would have been able to tell that something was wrong.

But the second he stepped into your house, he just sagged.

He claimed to be tired and went to lay down upstairs. You let him go, knowing that he wanted his own space to process,

But it was hard to smell his sour scent and not come running.

Things got better, however.

Once he was past three months, the chances of a miscarriage reduced hugely, and Neji was much happier.

He threw everything he could into looking after himself and preparing for the pup.

He stopped taking missions as soon as he found out he was pregnant and started to babyproof the house and make the nursery.

The nursery was very traditional. A rocking chair, a wooden crib, handmade blankets and toys.

It was beautiful and Neji was very protective of it. He wanted it to be perfect.

He was protective over the pup in general, as well.

He didn’t let anyone other than you put their hands on his tummy.

As far as the physical pregnancy, Neji had some troubles, but he pushed his way through them with no complaints.

He was most infuriated by his constant need to go to the toilet.

Pain he could deal with, but the constant inconvenience started to grind on his nerves.

He was also a little restless when he was left by himself. Without missions or training he didn’t know what to do with himself a lot of the time.

When you were home with him, he was fine, but he got bored by himself.

“No.”

You sighed, “Again? We’ve been shopping for hours, Neji.”

“Do you want to buy poor-quality blankets for our pup?” he huffed, placing another rejected blanket onto the shelf.

“What about this one?” you suggested, holding up a lovely, soft blanket.

Neji squinted at him, pulling the tag towards him to read. He pulled a face a dropped the blanket.

“No.”

“What’s wrong this time?”

“It’s part polyester. I don’t want polyester in the blankets and toys, I already told you this. Let’s try the next shop.”

You grimaced, feet already sore from all the walking. “Why don’t we just get some blankets and toys commissioned? We can afford it, and then they would be exactly what you want.”

Neji stopped, contemplative. “That’s… actually a good idea.”

“Well, you don’t have to sound so shocked.”

Yes,” Neji smiled, ignoring your complaints. “I want to do that. Let’s head to the stationary shop so I can get some materials to draw up some sketches.”

“The stationary shop?” you whined. “Can’t we just go home for today?”

“No, if I’m pregnant and I can do it, so can you.”

 Labour:

With a pre-planned c-section, Neji knew in advance when he would be going to the hospital for the procedure.

He had packed and re-packed his bag four times, just to be sure that he had everything he needed.

Neji was very calm, but it seemed to be because of the shock more than anything else.

He was escorted in, and prepared for the procedure, and exactly on time, he went in for his c-section.

You sat with him, only able to see him head as the rest of him was sectioned off with a screen. You were told not to stand until you had the signal.

You gently stroked Neji’s hair away from his face as the mednin worked. He was drowsy and disoriented. He blinked at you slowly.

“Is… everything going okay?” he whispered to you.

“I think so, baby. How are you feeling?”

“I feel strange…”

“I bet you do,” you laughed gently, pressing a kiss to his head. “Just try to relax, okay? I’m right here with you.”

The operation was exhausting, and Neji ended up being unable to do much for two months while he recovered, but the pup was healthy and Neji couldn’t be happier.

He spent hours every day in the rocking chair in the nursery cradling his pup.

Neji didn’t let anyone outside of you and some mednin meet the pup until she was three months old because he was so protective.

Neji would never be so tacky as to refer to his child as a ‘miracle child’, but sometimes, he can’t help but think it.

#neji hyuuga #reader insert #x reader #omega!neji #alpha!reader #abo #omegaverse #neji x reader #mpreg #tw:miscarriage #naruto #headcanons #neji doesn't die au #scenario

[sugamamacustard]

Lips like sugar~

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW. semi-fluff?

Request: Hey!! Can we get a sugar daddy alpha!oikawa; who's out with friends in public and sees his f!omega bby with some friends, but her group of friends decided to approach his group, and she tried her best to distance herself from him, and he was just having none of that, and became super annoyed and possessive in front of the group, later making it clear that he did have actual feelings for her? AAAA sorry if that doesn't make sense!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself <3

Summary: Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick. 

Author’s Note: Holy f u c k I cannot explain how much I loved this request-- Please don’t make tiktoks on my work I might cry

Requests: Open!

NSFW Warnings: Fem! Reader, Uhm....It gets soft at the end tho- Mirror sex

➵ You were so, so pretty. 

➵This was a fact that Oikawa knew. 

➵ While the price tag you came with wasn’t as pretty, he was willing to pay it. 

➵ He had the funds to do so, and though he wouldn’t admit it, you were always worth it.

➵Always. 

➵ He would hope you saw him as more than a walking, talking bank account. Especially now that, not only were your friends, but his as well were all settling down.

➵ He could see himself settling with you, having at least two pups, big yard, white picket fence.

➵ “Shittykawa!” 

➵ Shaking his head, he caught up to his friends (Which were visiting him in Argentina), taking over and leading them around. 

➵ It had taken a lot of asking and begging to get them here in the first place and he was not going to let this opportunity go. Not one bit!

➵ He took them to the best street vendors and street stalls, encouraging them to enjoy the bright liveliness that South American culture had to offer. 

➵ Not to mention the girls and guys a like that were more than eye candy. They were more like a whole ass eye buffet. 

➵While Oikawa wouldn’t admit it, they all felt lackluster compared to you

➵ A nudge from Mattsun had him looking in another direction, his eyes widening as he saw you. 

➵ You were glammed out, tastefully of course, with jewels and gems that he either gifted you or gifted you the money to get so (He assumed); hair flowing and shining beautifully as your eyes glimmered.

➵ Iwaizumi was already talking to one of the girls you were hanging with, and Makki and Mattsun were quick to pick up the other two. Leaving you and him.

➵ He shot you one of his coy smirks, sauntering up to you, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist before you had a chance to react.

➵ Your hands rested on his chest, trying to discreetly push him away. 

➵ His grip only tightened as he leaned into your ear.

➵ “Come on, pretty thing, your fine with me everywhere else.”

➵ Truth be told, you had tried separating from Oikawa lately because unwanted-nor needed- feelings began arising.

➵ Stupid things like butterflies in your gut and your cheeks heating up whenever you thought about the brunet.

➵ Swallowing those thoughts, you plastered a smile on your face, leaning into him and acting the role you were payed to do so.

➵Oikawa seemed to appreciate it, as he played the role as your alpha as well.

➵It felt intimate in every way, meeting Oikawa’s friends, learning old memories and anecdotes of their highschool days. 

➵In a way, it made you yearn for more, but that was a strict rule you kept for yourself.

➵ The minute feelings were brought in, you stepped out. 

➵ You will admit you have kept Oikawa far longer than you should’ve, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go. 

➵ By the end of the day, you and your friends left with waves behind you, Oikawa dragging a finger along the bottom side of his chin. A wordless demand.

➵ ‘Tonight. My place.’

➵ You merely nodded, scampering along to prepare for the night to come. 

___NSFW UNDER THE CUT___

“Oikawa-” You yelped as a harsh smack was delivered to your ass, making you reel and your back arch. Slick gushed out of your cunt, drenching his and your thighs, but he was still relentless. 

“That’s not my name.” He snarled, nipping at your spine as he pulled your hips in time with his thrusts. The necklaces you wore that day were still on, glimmering in the limited light as it bounced with your breasts. The chain was  still cold against your skin, making your skin chill over with goosebumps. “Last names are past us, don’t you think, Y/N?”

You whined, withering as you tried falling onto your hands to take some stress off of your knees. The mirror in front of you was foggy at the edges as it reflected your own sopping cunt back at you. At this point, you couldn’t resist the thought of having this every night. Having Oi- Toru behind you, figuratively or literally, sounded like a dream come true-- and not because of the money, you honestly couldn’t care less at this point. 

Licking your lips, you bared your neck to the alpha, head falling back onto his shoulders as one of his hands snaked forward to circle your clit. Your hips bucked forward at the shot of pleasure but he stayed prevalent. “Toru-Fuck, please, I wanna cum so badly.”

“Cum for me pretty girl. Go on, gush all over your alpha’s cock.” His hand sped up as his eyes watched his dick slip in and out of you, slick trails following after it. It was erotic and breath-taking all in one. 

You obeyed his words, back arching as you reached back into Toru’s hair, yanking as you clutched around him. His knot was stuffed into your still pulsating cunt, making him groan as he emptied into the condom he had put on earlier. Nonetheless, you were stuck together for the next ten minutes, panting and coming down from you high. 

“At the risk of making the next ten minute awkward, I wanted to say I really like you.” Toru whispered into your back, holding you close with his arms looped around your abdomen. 

Licking your lips, you relaxed back onto him. “I think I like you too.” You paused before laughing. “And not your checkbook.”

“That’s good. Don’t think my poor heart could take it.” He himself laughed before continuing. “I have a courting gift in the drawer, but right now we’re a little...tied up.” 

A quick maneuver had you laying on his chest as he laid on his back, hands trailing up and down your sides. 

“All the money you gave me went into a trust fund, in case you were curious. If you want it back I’d be more than happy too-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. That’s our money.”

#alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/beta/omega AU #alpha oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #alpha oikawa x reader #alpha toru oikawa x omega reader #alpha Oikawa Toru #oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu omegaverse #Haikyuu sugar daddy! Au #Sugar daddy! Toru Oikawa x reader #oikawa is a sugar daddy #custard writes #haikyuu sugar daddies

[henryobsessed]

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 8

Word Count: 1879

Warning: trigger - hunting, and demeaning verbal abuse.

A/N thanks again to my beautiful @sillyrabbit81 for your editing and @amberangel112 for your encouragement.

Chapter 8

Henry could not understand why Jessie was still considering going out with this jerk. He huffed at Joe’s words and was pleasantly surprised at Tom’s reaction. Pleased to have someone in his corner, he nuzzled into the young man’s arms. It felt nice, an odd feeling of loss and regret pulled at his soul. He hadn’t seen his nephew in five years, he would be fifteen years old now four years younger than Tom. Memories of their last time together flooded his mind, the feel of his hands running through his fur. Even then he had refused to change, sadly his nephew had never known him in Human form.

The packhouse was large, made of local stone it would be considered menacing to outsiders. But for those invited in, it was a house filled with love. They had found Henry and his nephew Adam just outside their forest line, half-starved, dehydrated and desperate for care. The pack doctor had tended to Henry whilst one of the pack's mothers had shared her milk with the little pup. Adam had captured the mother’s heart and at Henry’s approval had adopted him into the pack. Henry had grieved the loss of his only kin but been so grateful to them. He knew he could not look after the little one, not with his heartbroken in pieces.

Over the next ten years, he had come and gone from the house checking up on Adam, watched as he grew strong, not only physically, but emotionally he had developed into a beautiful soul. Their last time together they had sat just like he was now with Tom. He had curled up next to Adam, his head in his lap, Adams fingers running through his fur. “I wish you could change for me Uncle, I see all the other dads and sons playing together and I love the idea that when I change next year we can run together. Then I can finally talk to you and hear your voice back. But I want to know what you look like, to be able to hug you like I see that others hug their dads.” His face had added to Henry’s grief looking so heartbroken and longingly at him. He had tried at that moment, had attempted to honour his request but his human side was so lost, hidden in pain. He had left the house that day, knowing even if it broke his heart, he needed to let his nephew grow with his new pack and not be held back by him.

Now nestled against Tom he regretted that decision. He heard a chuckle soft and happy. “Well look at you two. I would never have guessed Wolfy could be so comfortable with another human. I haven’t seen him like that with anyone except with me. What’s your secret Tom?” Her bright eyes landed on Tom who had continued to scratch behind Henry’s ears.

“I don’t know Miss Jessie, but I have always loved wolves, well any kind of animal really but especially wolves.”

She seemed thoughtful as she eyed them both making Henry wonder what she had planned. “Tom, are you free tonight? I have a date and I really don’t want to leave Wolfy alone again.” Henry felt Tom stiffen. Wondering what was wrong with the request, he moved his head to look up at the boy.

A brief look of disapproval flashed in his eyes before they softened as he looked down and saw Henry watching him. “Yes, Miss Jessie. I would love to spend more time with this beautiful boy.” Internally he chuckled at Tom’s words, if only he knew he was twelve years older than him.

That afternoon Henry, Jessie and Tom spent out in the garden. Tom seemed to fit beautifully into their friendship group kneeling beside Jessie as they planted new flowers and shrubs where they had pulled up the weeds. Together, Henry dug the holes, Tom placed the plants and held them in place whilst Jessie filled the soil around them. Henry enjoyed hearing the light conversation between his Mate and his new friend until it became heavier. “So, Tom, when did you begin to love wolves? I know your father traps them, so I’m interested as to why you don’t follow his belief.”

Tom continued to work, as a gentle hum was heard working up from his throat. “I know why Dad does it, although I don’t think he is correct. He blames the wolves for his loss of cattle, but I haven’t seen that many around. The wild dogs are more to blame but he won't listen. They have a group that meet purely to discuss the wolf problem, but in my whole life, the only large group I have seen was back when I was four. It’s the first and last time Dad allowed me to come to a hunting party. Mom was horrified that he was taking me, but I wanted so much to be with Dad, and he wanted me to be just like him.”

Henry shuddered as the boy spoke as if by some force of nature, he knew that he was about to hear what had happened that day. He also sensed the grief radiating off the boy, wanting to calm him he pushed his body into Tom’s side. Nuzzling his head as if to say, “It's ok, I’m here for you.” Tom let out a heavy chuckle as if he had heard Henry’s voice.

He sat back looking down at Henry as he spoke, “Thanks Wolfy, you would think that I would not remember something that happened that long ago, but it's imprinted in my mind. They had been tracking a pack that had only just entered the area, convinced the rest of the ranchers that they were a risk to our lively hood, that we couldn’t let them nest here. So, the best of their marksman left, when we found them all, sitting around a tree, curled up sleeping, all I wanted to do was go play with the cuddly animals. Dad kept pulling me back holding me still and quiet. I didn’t understand until the loud bangs began.”

Tom’s voice wobbled at this point and Jessie who had been silent up till this time also came closer. She pulled him into her side, her arm encasing his thin body as his shoulders began to shake. “I started screaming as I saw a single wolf with a baby on its back running away, Dad aimed for it but I managed to push the barrel up making him miss. I got the thrashing of my life that night. I couldn’t sit for a week, but it was worth it. I was never allowed to come again after that, not that I wanted to. It took a while, but Dad eventually began to trust me enough to check the traps. I am glad too because it meant I could help this fella.”

Jessie held the boy as his sobs subsided. Henry was trying to hold his anger in, these were the people who had destroyed his family. And yet this one boy had not only saved him once but twice, his gratitude was the only thing stopping him from wanting to go rip the throats out of the group. Ignorance and fear were the driving forces that ended his family, if only they knew the wolves would only ever take a sick animal, and sometimes the young, never the strength of the herd. They would never kill without need. But the wild dogs he had seen were giving us a bad name.

Jessie's voice interrupted his thoughts, the softness not hiding the grief in her own. “Was that near here Tom?” How did Jessie know?

“Yes, Miss Jessie, by the tall tree in the middle of the forest.”

She silently picked up the tools, both animal and human watching her, wondering what she was thinking. Sighing she stood up, “Come, it’s getting dark and I need to get ready for this date.” She walked silently back into the house. The boy and the wolf looked at each other before both followed.

Jessie fixed dinner for Tom and Henry then left to dress, leaving the pair to their own devices. Tom seemed quiet after revealing his early childhood trauma and Henry was eager to help calm the boy. After eating, he plodded into the living room, jumped up on the couch and yipped in Tom’s direction. Chuckling, Tom responded, “You want to watch some TV boy?” Nuzzling the remote, he yipped eagerly hoping to distract the boy from his thoughts.

Tom settled next to him and picked up the remote, they settled on watching a rerun of M.A.S.H before they both heard the clicking of heels and the rapping of knuckles on the front door. Open-mouthed both Henry and Tom sat dumbstruck as Jessie walked down the stairs in a light yellow sundress her dark hair flowing softly twisted into waves. “Wow Miss Jessie, you look amazing” got in first before Henry followed with his eager Yip. Giggling Jessie smiled softly at them both, “Ok I won't be out late, but even so, don’t get up to any mischief”

This caused both Henry and Tom to laugh, one sounding more like a series of yips. The door opened and closed and Jessie was gone. Together the two sat, watched movies and shared some popcorn that Tom had found in the pantry. Just as the end of a Witcher episode finished they heard yelling coming from outside. “I don’t give a dam Boyd, you had no right to hit that poor man, It was an accident.” The front door opened as Jessie stormed inside, the front of her dress had a brown stain down the side of her skirt.

Next Boyd came crashing into the room his face red as he reached out to grab Jessie's arm, this caused Henry to jump into action his snarl reaching the ears of the big man before he saw the wolf racing towards him. Jumping back almost stumbling over the kitchen chair Boyd’s face grew hotter, “Keep that mutt controlled Jessie otherwise I’ll control him for you with my shot Gun.”

The air went still as Henry felt Jessies and Tom's hands on him, “That is enough Boyd Hatfield, you are no longer welcome in this home. Get. Out!” Surprise filled Boyd’s face as he not only recognised Tom but registered his marching orders. Menace replaced the look of surprise, “Listen here little girl, you better watch that attitude of yours. I’ll allow you to cool off but we are not finished talking, and if you value the life of that mutt you will do as your told.” Punctuating the statement with a nod of his head he turned and strolled out the door.

Heart pounding he turned looking up at Jessie who seemed to have lost her speech, her face pale and her hands shaking. Tom moved swiftly pulling her into his arms as she began to cry, frustrated that it wasn’t his arms holding her, Henry pushed his body against her to show he was there, but inside he was furious. That man had threatened not just himself but Jessie, but he had to focus on her right now, she was more important no matter how much he wanted to go after him.

Chapter 9

#the veterinarian and the werewolf #henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #werewolf