#pup reader

" pup things "

i adoreee platonic omegaverse (and idc if its boring or something) i just love the concept of protective alpha Satoru Gojo and his first year student reader that still reeks of a pup scent.

Satoru already wants to protect the youth, to keep them safe from the harsh reality of jujutsu world, so i can imagine he feels extremely protective over all of his students, practically seeing them as his pups in a way.

And i can imagine him being extremely overprotective over one of his students, reader, because of their scent that is way much stronger than others, but instead of it being the second gender it’s still just the pup scent, maybe they are a late bloomer for example.

So i can totally see him being hesitant with sending reader onto their missions, and when he does finally send them he definitely either stalks them or rigs the missions beforehand to make it more safer. Don’t get him wrong, he does want them to be strong, but his instincts just scream to wrap the reader in a soft blanket and never let go.

He definitely invades the reader’s personal space, acting like they’re a helpless pup rather than an actual teenager who defeats curses on a daily basis. He would probably also cry if the reader saw him as a parental figure or even has something of his in their nest.

He tries to deny the plain favoritism, but it’s clear to everyone including the reader that he is indeed playing favorites, and they are currently winning.

Soap is actually ghosts, but he and price decided the pups need a play date. Ur pretty nervous, gaz already rough houses u quiet a bit, but according to price hes really well behaved compared to soap. This is basically confirmed when you see the new pup, a metal muzzle affixed to fis face.

"Tends to bite when hes excited." Ghost explains when he walks by, patting ur head. The look soap gives you is hungry, even as gaz is already eagerly approaching. The other two pups are familiar with eachother, that much is clear when gaz reaches down to palm at soaps cock. They tousle for a bit, you watch as gaz eagerly licks across soaps skin.

They finally turn when you let out a soft whimper, apprehensive but eager to be included. Theyre on you in seconds, playing rough as the shove ur body around. Gaz holds ur legs open so soap can sniff, drool dripping out from the thin bars of his muzzle right onto u.

They end up taking turns mounting you then fighting over who gets to take ur mouth. Its bliss, mind numbing bliss that has u whimpering and whining. Though ghost has so scruff soap and gaz when they get over eager and try to both fit inside u.

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.

so reader has been on the hail mary for a while and is adjusted. they’re close with everyone and at the point of calling the guys dad and pa. one day, they’re being a bit of a menace/danger to themselves somehow (whether it be messing around with tools/equipment, maybe not taking proper care of themselves and refusing to sleep, etc) and won’t listen to simon, grace, or rocky. simon gets fed up watching his pup needlessly risk their health while his omega is trying to hide his distress, and decides enough is enough. with the best intentions he scruffs his pup to bring them to the nest.

however as you’ve said - asora was not a kind place and reader’s family would dole out unnecessary punishments. i can see scruffing being used, especially to drag them to the closet while preventing them from fighting back. so reader PANICS. even though they know simon is safe and would never do something like that, scruffing has only been used against them to hurt them.

neither simon or grace expected this reaction - grace immediately is trying to calm reader down while simon is internally freaking out. eventually when everyone is settled, both reader and simon feel so guilty, reader for their body not trusting their pa and simon for hurting his pup. cue comfort and affection in the nest <3

this ended up being way longer than i meant but i simply have so many thoughts i can’t help it!!! as always, your writing is peak, thank you for feeding us well 🫶

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Uggggh bro I always love your ideas!! You’re so good at describing everything, it’s incredibly cool. Thank you for the kind words, I try!

All ya’ll just love putting Reader through the wringer also. I get more angst -> fluff asks than anything else. I obviously don’t have a problem with that! I find it very funny honestly lmao.

Ask and ye shall receive!

Project Hail Mary x Iron Lung x Reader (platonic!)

Reader is twenty, Simon is late thirties, Grace is early forties, Rocky is an old ass rock!

TW: references to past abuse, panic attacks, angst.

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Scruffed

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“That kid never takes a break, huh?” Simon and Grace stood in the doorway to what had become the general communal area in the ship, watching you pick up the 50th interest that week. It had gone from the hibernation habits of mammals, to how crystals formed, to how houses were constructed. Rocky sat with you as you glued together flat pieces of xenonite he’d made for you, essentially a puzzle of attachable pieces to make little buildings.

“Sure doesn’t.” Grace snickered, “I wonder what it’ll be next. Any movie we watch could set off the next hyperfixation, like when we watched Spirited Away and they binged every Studio Ghibli movie they could find.”

“And all the drawings.” Simon tacked on, chuckling to himself as he remembered the bin in the storage room full of your artwork. The two men grinned at each other, Grace quickly tucking himself under Simon’s arm and continuing to watch you, getting a whiff of Simon’s comfortable scent of soil and morning dew in the grass. He closed his eyes to nuzzle closer and take it in, enjoying the peaceful moment.

He heard you mumble something, moving around the room, grabbing what sounded like a chair; what could you possibly be doing now? He only opened his eyes when Simon’s content smell went murky, peering up in confusion and immediately understanding why.

Rocky had stepped away for a moment and you’d taken the opportunity to clamber onto a chair to dig through a particularly high shelf, searching for- for whatever you needed.

“Hey- [Name]. Get down, that isn’t safe.” Grace tried, but you didn’t get down, continuing to dig, “just a sec! I’ve almost got it!” The omega in him whined quietly in worry when you got on your tip-toes, the chair obviously unsteady with the uncentered weight you were putting on it. Simon growled a warning, nothing threatening, but something that made you wince, “I promise! Just need..” you pulled out a small pencil box, something Rocky had hidden away when you stayed up hours past communal bedtime drawing. How you knew it was up there was a mystery, but Grace was more concerned with you not getting down.

You stood flat on the chair and dug through the box, too distracted with your search to see Simon come up behind you and pluck you off the furniture. You made a surprised sound as he put you back on your feet, “No more getting up on chairs.” You gave him a look, sass you’d most definitely gotten from Grace, but went back to what you were doing with little thought.

Simon huffed, “don’t sass me.”

“I’m not sassing. I didn’t even say anything.”

“You know how you looked at me.” You grumbled in response, “I was fine. It was just a chair.”

“M’kay. That’s it.” Simon didn’t sound angry, more frustrated and a bit exasperated, but suddenly the pencil box hit the ground, you were not on your feet, and you couldn’t move.

You were being scruffed.

“If you can’t keep yourself safe then you’re going in the nest.” Simon sighed, holding you up easily with one arm. You were completely immobile, dangling off the ground. It didn’t hurt, but it scared you, felt claustrophobic, felt too familiar. You let out an involuntary sound of panic, whining like you were being attacked, “put me down!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”

Simon flinched, immediately setting you down and letting go, the sound of your panicked voice startling the alpha to his core. You rushed over to Grace and hugged him, tucking your face away under his arm to hide. The omega immediately wrapped you up tight, chittering comfortably to try and calm you down as you clung to him for safety. You were mumbling apologies into his cardigan, no amount of shushing and reassurance calming you down.

“Pup..” Simon tried to get closer, but backtracked when you jumped, holding on tighter to Grace. His hearts clenched, hands shaking as he kept his distance. Rocky trotted back in, stepping into the middle of the chaos, “what happened? Question. Rocky not gone more than five earth minutes!”

“Just a little mishap Rock, it’s okay.” Grace picked you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he supported your legs, “Rocky? Can you grab the pieces [Name] was using? I’m gonna put them in the nest.”

“Yes yes yes.” Rocky started gathering the pieces, not noticing the glance Grace gave Simon, confused and worried, something that said, “give us a minute.” Without verbalizing it. Everyone’s scents had gone murky and scared, an edge to the space that followed you and Grace into the “don’t go crazy” room. He got you settled, laying you down and tucking you in before curling up beside you, “want to tell me what happened back there?” You shook your head, hiccuping quietly.

“Well, I think you should. What made you so scared? If we know, we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve, “don’t like bein’ scruffed.”

“Why? Does it make you claustrophobic? Is it because you’re off your feet?”

“No- no. It’s..” you told him of an instance that stood out to you in particular, something clear as day that had shaped you as a person.

Your eldest brother had scruffed you for the first time when you were ten, using it to drag you to a closet so you wouldn’t thrash and fight back. He locked you inside and left you there, screaming and banging on the door. Your little brother had snuck you a few snacks under the door, but that had gotten him in trouble and he never helped you again. The isolation was mind-numbing, cold with nothing to keep yourself warm with besides the clothes on your back, dark and scary when shadows turned into monsters when stared at for too long.

You were stuck in there for three days and came out a different person. Something in you wasn’t the same after that, everyone noticed, nobody cared.

Grace had gotten paler and paler during the story, looking downright horrified as you finished, “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked, you hated crying, but felt like you did it all the time, “I know Pa wouldn’t hurt me, but my body doesn’t know that. My body doesn’t trust anyone or anything- and I can’t blame it! People who were supposed to love me and keep me safe didn’t..didn’t do that. Now my body is convinced that everyone will turn around and hurt me eventually. I don’t know how to make it stop.” Grace reached out to cradle one of your hands, rubbing his thumb over it soothingly, “I’m so sorry that happened. What they did to you is despicable, you never should’ve been treated that way. You’re an amazing kid, bright and curious, full of a life we were truly missing on the ship. We love you and we want you happy. Simon only scruffed you because he didn’t want you hurting yourself, not to lock you away, but to settle you down in the nest. I swear.” You sighed wetly, sniffling again, “He didn’t do anything wrong, but he probably thinks he did.”

“Maybe, but everything will be okay. You guys can talk it out, yeah?” You hummed, tired, “yeah.”

Simon sat down in the very same chair you’d been using before, burying his face in his hand. Being a dad was hard- harder than he thought it would be. He felt like at every turn he was doing something wrong and then suddenly you were afraid or upset, like he just couldn’t get it right. He wanted to be the best he could be for his pup, omega, and alien friend. How could he be the best for the very small pack he had when he could barely get parenting right?

Why couldn’t he get it right??

“Simon.” Rocky stood beside him, gently tapping his knee, “[Name] okay. Statement. Simon okay too.”

“Rock. I have no idea what I’m doing, what if I keep messing up?” He felt like his mouth was a leaky faucet he couldn’t turn off, “what if I hurt them in a way I can’t take back? Traumatize them more? [Name] is so damaged and I..and I keep making it worse.”

“Not make worse! Make better!”

“Look at what just happened!”

“Simon didn’t know. [Name] go through many things, too many for pebble. Bad bad bad people hurt [Name], not Simon’s fault pebble not feel safe sometimes. Statement.” Simon groaned, hating how Rocky was continuously right when it came to detangling human emotions, like he could think much clearer than any human ever could, which was probably true.

“Yeah. You’re right.” He also hated admitting that Rocky was right, hurt his pride a bit.

“Rocky always right.”

“Pfft- whatever. I’m going to check up on them, want to come?”

“Yes yes yes.” Rocky and Simon walked into the “don’t go crazy” room, but Simon lingered at the doorway while Rocky sat beside the nest, placing a gentle claw on your back. You looked guilty, an ocean’s worth of emotions in your eyes, “Pa..”

“Hey pup, feeling better?”

“Yeah. I am.” You looked away, biting the inside of your cheek for a moment, gathering your thoughts, “sorry-“

“Please, don’t be. I know you’re not afraid of me. I didn’t know scruffing would affect you like that and I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Grace grinned, opening an arm for Simon, scent comforting and inviting, “get in here before pup starts crying again.”

“I wasn’t going to!!”

“You cry just as much as I do!” You flipped Grace off, earning yourself a quiet, “behave” and your hand being gently swatted at. You laughed, welcoming Simon into the nest to curl up and take a well-deserved nap.

“Love you Sapling.” A firm hand rested on your head, warm and familiar. You sunk into the touch, “love you too.”

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That’s it for now! Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day and stay safe!

If they are just going out for a bit, on a jog or a quick store run, you won’t do much. Might try to bake something nice for them and end up making a big mess

If they were going to work, they’d often come home to a huge mess. The floors covered in mud and… whatever other substances you got into? Your toys were all over the place. Kyle’s room was almost always destroyed because you had decided that his room was the best for making forts.

And god forbid they leave you alone while they’re on a mission. When they get back they’ll most likely find you on the couch with a belly ache because you’ve gotten into all the sugary snacks. The meal plans that John left you are all over the kitchen, Simon’s blanket is soaked from how many times you’ve humped it; When he tries to scold you for it all you can say was that you missed him.

nsfw 🔞 mdni

It's something you learned early on in your arangement. If he wants you to do something, you better make it happen or face punishment.

"Ah! Si– please, please I can't– it won't–" which is how you end up here, grinding desperately against ghosts boot because he told you to cum nearly five minutes ago and you know his patience is running out.

"No, Pet." Ghost grunts, shifting his position in the armchair and grabbing your chin to stop your drool from getting on his gear. "You beg and whine to get off, and now you're not even trying."

The dissapointment in hid voice nearly makes you sob. You grind harder, but the friction is hardly enough through your underwear. You know you can do it, you've done it before. But that was with ghost helping you and now he's just sitting there "pleasee– simon– I wanna i promise! I just– I can't–"

You know you hardly make sense right now, but everything is so overwhelming. Ghost scoffs above you and you fear he'll take his boot away, but he simply grabs you by the back of your neck and angles his foot. "I have to do everything for you, don't I pup?"

He sighs like he's going above and beyond for you, but you can hear fondness in your voice. He secretly likes how poorly trained you are.

His boot nudges against you and oh that feels good. With his hand on your scruff, and the new friction, it's shockingly easy to reach your peak. Babbling "thank you– thank you, simon! Ahh–"

But even after you settle down into a soft afterglow, ghost doesn't let you go. Instead, he grabs a better hold of your neck and grabs something out of sight.

The familiar buzz of ghosts favourite vibrator makes your stomach drop, and when you look up with wide eyes he chuckles "you didn't do it on yer own, pet. Since you wanted it so bad, you're gonna keep going until I'm happy."