Wait wait wait can we expand a little on the omega Jason and Bruce with the pup reader 👀
I wonder how it would go if they both tried to take pup reader to their nest and came in contact with eachother (I can only imagine two in heat omegas would be like two cats hissing at eachother but it's mostly Jason hissing because Bruce is happy to see his pups getting along)
I just love kinda sfw omega fics, I'm an enjoyer of the cuddle piles
Well, in a universe where both Bruce and Jason were omegas there would definitely be struggle.
I think that the only way Jason would ever be in the same room as Bruce with both of them being in heat is if it were by complete accident. Accidentally stumbling upon a nesting Bruce and being trapped in it, the older man’s heat triggering his own.
But it could also be a scenario where Jason’s kept Bruce’s pup for too long. Where Bruce finds himself standing at the door of Jason’s nest, the powerful aroma of a suppressed heat overwhelming his senses as his eyes are consumed by the sight of two of his babies cuddling up together in his older baby’s nest, so deep in their instincts that the only thing his pup does is whine while his older baby growls at him, Bruce, for the intrusion, perceiving him as a threat on sight.
Basically, Jason’s heat triggers his own. And a party of two is forced to become a party of three as Bruce bulldozes his way in, wrapping his arms tight around the both of them, heart filling with a deep satisfaction.
His babies. They’re here.
Jason struggles, of course, but Bruce knows how to use the fact that he’s an omega, Jason does not.
Pup reader just really wants to go to sleep and for his pack to stop fighting. Jason literally dragged them DEEP into their instincts, all they want is to be held. And to eat.
Puppy!reader . . . follows from room to room without realizing it, always seeking warmth, touch, or just their presence. If they sit, she’s immediately curling against their side, tucking herself into them like she belongs there. Separation makes her restless.
Puppy!reader . . . Every emotion shows on her face—wide eyes, soft whines, pouty lips. When she’s happy, it’s pure sunshine, bouncing steps and eager laughter. When she’s upset, it’s a furrowed brow and a small noise of complaint that slips out before she can stop it. Subtlety isn’t her strength; she wears her feelings openly like a pup who hasn’t learned to hide.
Puppy!reader . . . doesn’t even realize how possessive she gets until someone else leans too close. Her body shifts without thought, shoulders squared, eyes sharp, a low note of defiance in her voice. It’s not aggressive—more like instinct, as though guarding is second nature. When they reassure her, she softens immediately, embarrassed at her own reaction but secretly pleased when they let her stay close.
Puppy!reader . . . thrives on approval, body heating when they praise her, happiness lighting her up at a simple “good girl.” The second they give her direction, she’s scrambling to follow, breathless in her effort to be what they want. Denial makes her whine, squirming with need, but it never kills her determination to earn their touch.
Puppy!reader . . . Her obedience is deliciously messy: she listens, she sits, she stays—but her restless hips and breathless moans betray how much she’s struggling to keep still under their gaze.
Puppy!reader . . . Even without real ears, she wears every emotion openly. Her head tilts when they talk, brows lifted like she’s hanging on their every word. When she’s happy she had an obnoxious almost bouncing energy that makes her look like she’s wagging an invisible tail. When she’s sulky or needy, her lips pull into a pout, and she stares at them until they cave, her gaze heavy and full of “pay attention to me.”
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owner!ellie, puppy!fem!reader, fluff, smut, nsfw and sfw, g!p ellie, dirty talk, codependence (kinda?), dog hybrid, petplay, puppyplay, dom!ellie, sub!reader, a/n—there are no actual animals or nonhuman species involved. I am not a zo*phile
thinking about owner!ellie x puppy!fem!reader. owner!ellie who made sure to get your collar engraved with her initials and number. owner!ellie who got you a microchip because god forbid she ever lose her perfect pup. owner!ellie who loves coming home after work and hearing you scramble to the door when she starts to unlock it, opening it and getting tackled by you while your tail shakes uncontrollably. owner!ellie who doesn't bother getting you spayed because she likes the risk that comes with knowing you could get knocked up any time. "ngh, els! need you to cum in me," you whined, pawing at her chest as she fucked you. "yeah? want me to fill you up?" "fuck—yes!" owner!ellie who gives her pup the perfect nutrient rich diet, making sure you don't have any crappy kibble or low quality wet food. owner!ellie whose favorite part of life is you, your always wagging tail, and those adorable eyes.
as per usual most evenings, matt murdock has important work to do while you’re an eager wet thing in his lap. he’s fully clothed, the crisp lines of his suit unbroken save for the zipper undone just enough to oblige his sweet pup. the solid length of him stretches you so much you grow flushed and lightheaded. but it’s not enough.
you pull at shirt—naked, frustrated, and needy—turning your cheek on the cool fabric of his shirt. every shift of your hips sends a soft jingle from the bell collar around your neck, the sound breaking through the droning of the client tape playing through his earphones.
he lifts an earphone from his ear with a soft sigh. his free hand cups the curve of your bottom and pinches lightly in chastisement. “sit still, baby.” he murmurs absently, the warning in his tone unmistakable despite the softness.
you yelp loudly at the pinch, pouting. and you can’t help it—your hips twitch and you clench involuntarily around him and you feel his cock respond inside you.
you hear the cassette click off, and before you know it, strong hands grip your bottom and lift you effortlessly. the movement leaves you hovering over his lap, his mushroom tip prodding just past your entrance, stretching you so dizzyingly. but his firm hold doesn't slack as you try to ease yourself back down.
matt angles a dry, unseeing look down at you, waiting.
“daddy, please—wanna play. been good,” you plead. when he doesn't say anything, you bite your lip, clenching around him. there’s a brief stutter in his controlled breathing, and you clench again, desperate, trying to coax him into losing the ironclad restraint he always holds over himself.
his grip tightens, and his jaw ticks. “alright, that’s enough,” he says, and before you can even think to protest, strong arms lift you and you find yourself down on the ground. “i think you’re forgetting the terms of our agreement.”
you yelp, hands reaching for him. “wait, matt, i was jus’ trying to...” you say, trailing off when you fail to find an excuse.
“ah-ah. if you can’t behave for the next hour, we’re not cuddling.” matt says, already tucking himself back into his pants. he brushes at the front of his shirt and pants, smoothing the fabric as he leans back into the couch.
ha. whatever.
you steel, and you scramble to stand so you can pounce on him.
but as you rise, a hand holds you down.
he clicks his tongue. “however am i going to teach you this time?”
your eyes go wide.
“you want to sit here?” he asks, gesturing to his lap with a flick of his hand. “then you're going to behave.”
you concede, rolling your eyes.
“ask for it. properly.”
confusion flickrs across your face as you stare at him. “properly?” you repeat. but a knot of dread tightens in your stomach.
he tilts his head, and there’s a small, almost smug smile tugging at his lips. “if you’re going to act like a little dog—squirming, whining, not listening—then let’s hear it.”
your breath catches, humiliation flooding your chest. “i—no, matt.”
“then you can sit there,” he says simply, sitting back and fingers drumming lazily against the arm of the couch.
you stare up at him, crossing your arms.
but then he reaches for his audio tapes.
“wait!” you squeak.
“a-arf.”
the sound is so soft you barely hear it yourself, the embarrassment curling in your chest.
matt arches a brow, a small smile tugging at his lips because he’s already won. “oh, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, the embarrassment almost unbearable, but the quiet, unrelenting authority in his tone makes it clear he won’t let this go. “arf!” you say louder this time, the sound breaking on your lips.
matt hums, leaning forward to cup your chin, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek. “still didn't quite catch that,” he says.
you whimper, your hands curling into your lap as you bark twice more, each sound pathetic and desperate. matt laughs, finally tapping your cheek in approval.
“okay, come here, dummy,” he murmurs, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he pulls you back into his lap, lifting you so he can slide back inside you. “but this time,” he says, halting you with only the tip in, “you’re going to stay perfectly still, aren’t you?”
you nod quickly, your breath hitching as he fills you solid.
Idk why, but Ghost/Simon makes me melt so easily. Saw you mentioned you like to think he's not a total brute - I totally agree, let the man be soft, damn it - and I love the thought of just kneeling before him, wrapping arms around his leg to hug it, letting him pet and praise me whilst I nuzzle his lap/take up space in it 👉👈😵💫
when you're feeling down and in doubt, write Simon content. self indulgent puppy time 🐩
🐶 Puppy Love
NSFW MDNI 🔞
cw: hybrid/therian reader, gn! reader, puppy/pet play, good bf simon 🥰, slight dumbification but hes nice to you, breeding k♤nk, vaguely dom/sub relationship, collars, leashes, fluff and smut
impervious to puppy eyed begging unless you're also kissing and nuzzling him. makes or harder to beg in public unless you're willing to let people look at you a little funny.
even if you dont beg, you're still spoiled, and Simon is fully aware that it's his fault. he got his care taking gift from his mother and with no one else to use it on but you, you get all of it. makes you treats, buys you chew toys and new collars.
what do you mean your ears aren't stim toys made specifically for him??? what else are they there for? gently tugs, massages, rubs and fiddles w your ears no matter the shape. pointy, floppy, curly or clipped they are his to enjoy
will brush your tail if you ask, especially if you're tired 💔 don't be surprised if he feels up the back of your thighs when he does
great at reading your emotions, especially when your tail and ears are in play. one glance at you and your airplane ears has him nudging you away to decompress
he is more your service animal than you are his. deeply cares about your comfort and how you feel in situations so if he picks up on your vibes, he's excusing the both of you. takes pressure off you since no one asks Ghost why he just disappeared. its just in his nature.
funny guy Si who will ask you to sniff things out for him.
"lost my fuckin' wallet again.. love, can y-"
you're already sniffing under the sofa cushions.
zoomies when he gets home from another deployment. literally running and wagging your way into his arms. he will sit on the sofa and watch you bound back and forth until you're panting and laying in his lap
encourages lap dog behavior to the fullest. you could be a mastiff hybrid or a fluffy pom. Either way he's vaguely gesturing for you to sit on his lap
nuzzling his legs when you're sitting on the floor. his jeans are always rough against your cheeks, but you don't mind
little dog bone charm on his gun 💔 doesn't have your name, but it's just a little piece of your spirit he has w him
buys you one of those human sized dog beds as a joke, but it's so damn comfortable he started laying in it more than you. designated mid morning nap spot
dog bowls in the cabinet for ice cream and as a joke for guests. yes simon will eat cereal out of them if he doesn't want to do dishes
skull charm on your collar! easy to unhook and put on other collars, necklaces, bracelets etc. his dog tags on your collar 🥰🥰
soft tummy and thigh rubs with his big hands ♡♡ rubs your skin in soft circles, puts his hands under your shirt just to touch you. rubs turn into soft scratches to the spots that get your legs kicking and your tail wagging.
hes a bit of a tickle fiend. he just likes hearing you laugh and sometimes his hands stray. though it's not like you object
Simon is a very physical affection kind of guy. where words fail him, he knows his hands will not. he knows he can make you feel good with his hands alone.
rubs your sensitive ears with his thumbs, making you growl in pleasure from low in your chest. sure fire way to get you limp in his arms with a slow wagging tail
good for teasing when it comes to you doing tricks. sits, stays, shakes, all fair game for simon. it's all even better when you're blushing and flustered over his commands. especially when he commands so sweetly with a gentle scratch to your ears "on y' knees f'me."
of course you'll get rewarded the more you give, the more you get so don't be afraid to ham it up. if he wants you on your knees, give his thighs a soft nuzzle or push your soft cheek against his groin. tail wagging when you can feel him throb through his jeans
tender throat training with lots of praise and pets, maybe even a clicker🥰. has you hold his heavy cock in your throat for extending periods of time. doesn't thrust or make you gag on purpose and is sure to apologize when he does. cups and holds your head w his big hands so you can relax your neck easier.
"that's m' pup, very good," he says with kisses to the top of your head when you let his cock slip free. hes considerate, waiting for you to catch your breath before asking you to open back up for him.
"watch th' teeth, yeah?" he laughs under his breath, watching you open your waiting mouth.
he doesn't mind some biting of course. it's your love language ♡ he may even have a bit of an oral fixation, lifting your lips to expose your sharp teeth.
glutton for your tail wagging, especially when he's balls deep in you can hear it thumping hard against the bed when he's got you in a mating press.
hearts in his eyes when you're gushing around him, cumming with your back arched high. he's almost just as dazed as you are, giving you open-mouthed kisses to your neck and chest.
overstimulation kink go crazy. simon will edge the both of you until you're dizzy w lust. hes throbbing inside you, heavy snd begging for release that hes keeping himself from. your fur standing on end, his lower stomach coated in a layer of sheen that slicked his happy trail down
overstimulation the complete other way where he's just getting you off as much and as fast as possible. rutting into you, pushing his previous loads further and further into you until you're delirious and he's covered in fresh scratches
holding your tail out of the way of the view of his cock sinking into you. settles his hips flush against your rear, your tail wagging in his hand.
dog bone gag ✨️
chewy and rubbery, buckled around your head. muffles your moans and you're dripping drool all over it 🥰
if you didn't know him as the high and mighty rafe cameron you would think you're being stalked cause he is everywhere you go
not only is he mulling around the country club as you do your shift; he is at every party you are at; every fun outing with the girls;lingering around your college classes and it feels like you have no escape from him
you couldn't help but be weirdly flattered by the attention, the longing stares, the brief touches, the undivided attention and at one point you found it fun to play into it - being his special girl
thats how you found yourself at one of the typical cameron ragers, the music blaring into your eardrums- interuppting every singular thought you had until all you can hear is the familiar voice of the older cameron "hey..how you doing ?" said in his usual cocky voice paired with his impertinent, domineering tone causing you to look up at his tall frame
and as usual you exchange a mix up of the typical, polite, well-mannered responses of 'i'm doing good, how bout you' or 'great' following with a compliment paired with a soft giggle
he couldn't help himself-you were the sweetest little pup, big eyes wondering around with excitement and happiness, he was half convinced he could throw you a ball and you'd go fetch for it- he just had to make you his girl
little by little he unravels you like a knot- finding out what you like to eat;what you don't like to eat;your favourite films and shows;what you do in your free time; what you're studying; which parent is present in your life and with time he's got you- cracked the code to reel you in
and in no amount of time he's got you splayed on his bed muttering countless nothings into the crook of his neck while he slowly but surely ruins and corrupts your innocent mind and body
The Omegas of the Arsenal team being over the moon with the Pup!reader because they get to bring a Pup, their very own Pup, into their nest and give cuddles and be all protective when it's usually their Alpha's being protective over them
Just think of how excited they are to do things like a Pup call, their Omega voice 🥹
Am i… am i about to make a pup!reader pack au 🥹
Just omega Beth, Katie, Leah and this pup all snuggled up somewhere. 🥹🥹🥹
They do pup call for the silliest things to like just getting pup called over just for katie to make sure ur jackets zipped up
Or for beth to tell you a silly joke and kiss your head as she cradles you to her chest for a hug
Leah using it just to see you. Like you run over and she just smiles that soft smile she uses just for you and holds u saying hey my pup
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The alphas are just as excited tho!
Steph and Cait are planning fun days out, bonding activities, helping you learn self defence
Kyras showing you all her pranks and teaching you things she shouldnt
Lia is just being her caring self. Motherly but firm. Always there for advice.
And Viv. Well vivs gon FULL “dad” Mode, dad jokes galore. And shes just so dad core in all ur interactions that you sooo call her dad as a pet name
Lotte and alessia are half way between parental and older sisters. Protective babys who offer all the advice. And soft soft cuddles.
