calling at the walls of my enclosure.... I HATE school... I have so much homework but my thoughts r filled with wolf dog wrio vs puppytaru or maybe foxtaru. They fight for your attention behind ur back <3 -chubby darling anon that's going a bit insane, particularly from the fem nurse geto pannel in the jjk manga

HAIII MY FAV ANON HAIIIII!!! linking this from like two weeks ago here bc… wolfwrio foxtaru :3 butttt… wolfwrio and puptaru is a VERY good combo bc that’s like… double dog moment… imagine urself as megumi, wrio and taru are ur demon dogs, terrible trouble makers both of them… also ignore my fiddling with the time line, taru gets more free prison time for the plot… anyways i hope ur doing well i miss u sm my dearest :(( reminder my dms r OPEN!! i have more thoughts that i think you’d like <3

wolf Wrio, as we’ve already established, is a territorial mess. when he decides something is his, it’s very difficult to get him to even let it leave his sight so when that thing is an entire other human being things only become more difficult. any meetings with him now have to come with the disclosure that you will be there regardless of what the other party has to say about that, he’s started furnishing his office with more things that you like (a big thing considering how protective he is over his spaces), and almost all of the inmates have been witness to wrio nibbling on you whenever he can. he’s a major biter, by the way, even an inch of skin has his teeth on display as he gently chomps onto you, tail swishing happily.

the little set up of you nearly never being without him was working flawlessly before a certain ginger man became the newest prisoner. suddenly, Wrios occasional bouts of irritability became more frequent and he was growling at even the quietest of sounds. you hadn’t seen him so… aggressive before so the behaviour was concerning, and given that you didn’t have such a sharp nose like him, it was impossible for you to figure out what exactly was getting on every last one of his nerves. brewing his tea yourself and making sure he got enough pats seemed to help to a degree but the moment you stopped his ears would be flat against his skull once more.

after a week of this nonsense, you peeling him off of you one afternoon to ask around and see if you could decipher what was going on. you figured there was a good chance it could be internal prison affairs or certain deadlines but upon finding all the other staff and inmates in perfect spirits with not the slightest bit of knowledge of the situation, you hung your head and prepared to scheme up a plan to visit Neuvillette and ask for his thoughts. that was until a pair of floppy orange ears came into your field view followed by a man who certainly looked like he should not have a disposition so cute; a well-built frame smattered with various scars. you briefly thought about how his appearance matched your dear Wriotheslys in a way but the man spoke up with a cheery voice, already knowing your name and introducing himself as ‘Tartaglia or Childe to most but you’re welcome to call me Ajax, cutie,’ and pulling you in for a hug rather than a handshake. it didn’t take a genius to figure out how odd of an interaction this was becoming or how dangerous the situation you’d gotten into was. alas, it would be more troublesome to ignore him and walk away so you entertained his slew of questions for awhile longer, desperately trying to avoid noticing the way he looked at you with something darker than mere curiosity.

when you finally managed to speed walk your way back to Wrios office, you were met with his nose at your throat and a prominent scowl on his face. gruffly and paired with numerous low growls, he demanded to know just why you thought it was okay to be around that harbinger for more than a second especially when he isn’t there. baffled and slightly afraid, the gears turned in your head and you realized that this is what had been bothering him; Ajax. slightly and patting his head lovingly, you assured him of your love and promised that you’d never even lay eyes on him again if that’s what he wanted, and Wrio was pleased with this. the rest of your day was spent wrapped in his arms at his desk, only escaping briefly to help Sigewenne reach a book off a shelf.

you didn’t need to know of the late night rounds the two men spent in the pankration ring, at each others throats between individual fascination with you.

oh no it's breeding season and ur caught up between a wolf (wrio) and a fox (taru) and they both want u all creampied and ready for their babies oh nooooooooo

(yes ive been fantasizing being squished between them and their big fat thick cocks and getting bred all day everyday in bed in shower asleep awake hrrrrtdnsjdbfjjfkd)

THIS IS REAL!! wrio stole my heart swiftly and i could actually talk abt how meaningful he is to me personally as a character im so serious… first story quest i cried during im not joking i SOBBED

sorry this is sort of yandere?? they’re both terribly toxic i’m sorry taru is like that by nature and wrio is a ball of jealousy… thinks abt making a whole fic abt this like my ancient taru n diluc one… hmm… ponders…

they’re an… interesting duo, for lack of better words. a felon that’s feared worldwide and the warden that kept, and lost, him briefly. should they be introduced as purely animals, they’d have major territory beef. both very possessive creatures but, if they play their cards right, a dangerous concoction. the agreement and consequential relationship they share is not one borne of any commonalities or good intentions, it’s simply out of convenience. two big strong men is better than one, no?

wolf and fox mating seasons occur at the same time so the ‘contract’ of sorts is sealed shortly before nothing but instinct takes over them both.

Wriothesley is careful in his planning, meticulously keeping eyes on you via his over world connections. he keeps a notebook in a locked drawer, not that anyone would dare to search through his quarters, with every little detail of your likes, dislikes, dreams, and virtues. to not have such knowledge of you would be disrespectful, he concludes in a slightly deluded manner. nonetheless, he adds small photos and clippings of products you’ve used into the pristinely kept book.

Ajax takes things upon himself. to allow anyone else in his life, minus that wolf, to perceive you in a desirable light would be atrocious. has he disposed of other suitors? that’s nothing you need to worry about. he can be found trailing your scent around like a hormonal kit, picking up on every slight change in your mood or, god forbid, your arousal. when you’re safe in the sanctuary of home, he’s happily heading back to his temporary but luxurious apartment in Fontaine to prepare the necessary space and items for the upcoming season. his ears and tail are flipping happily the whole time.

when the time finally comes, you don’t have much space to think before a gruff and irritable looking prison warden is nosing you in the direction of Ajax’s place, grumbling about how it’s best you follow directions. you’re most certainly flustered by his scent, a musky floral that’s faintly spicy, as his right hand is planted on your lower back; not may words are shared between the two of you. when Ajax opens the door, he’s practically vibrating out of his skin, cheerily tugging you inside to rub his face against your neck affectionately. he’s very talkative during his ruts as opposed to Wrios near perpetual silence. he rambles on and on about how they’ll take such good care of you as hands begin removing your clothing from behind. Ajax smells like oranges and ginger with an earthy undertone that combines surprisingly nicely with Wrios smell.

they’re all over you in more ways than one and you’ll be lucky if you can move at the end of the season.