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bachiras-toaster · 7 months

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jealousy and it’s consequences : ̗̀➛

BSD MEN x gn!reader

cw: smut, manipulation, obsessiveness, possessiveness, they’re all a little toxic (except atsushi), giving head (ranpo), receiving head (poe), riding (Atsushi), masturbation

synopsis. how bsd men deal with their jealousy after seeing you with their rival.

characters: dazai, chuuya, ranpo, poe, atushi, akutagawa

DAZAI, seeing you with Chuuya

He sees you with Chuuya? He dares you to hang out with him more. He's serious! Go wild. Hold hands, kiss him— Do it all right in front of Dazai. If you have the nerve to do all of those things in the first place, then surely you wouldn't be opposed to not doing it behind his back? If you're going to so obviously make him jealous, do it to his face.

He will take it out on the both of you-- You more-so than Chuuya. Dazai would probably give Chuuya a quiet and humorous warning, telling him that he could only give him so many more second chances before him hanging out with you really started to tick him off. As for you, he's gonna make sure he has you all to himself from there on out. It's clear that you purposefully making him jealous must be the result of him not giving you enough attention. Well, don't worry, because now he is completely focussed on you. He'll make sure that another person won't even do so much as look at you- Even if it means constantly having you at his side in the agency, cornering you and separating you from your coworkers.

The thing is, he'll act really nice about it, telling you how it's just because he wants you all to himself! He can't stand the thought of you around other people, and seeing you hang out with Chuuya just made him realise that. You're the light of his life, believe him. He can't have other people trying to take that away from him.

When it comes to the sex afterwards too, he gets even more needy. He's a lot more touchy with you, desperate to mark and grab any bit of skin that he can. He's whining and crying to you while he leaves his seventh hickey on your collarbone, his saliva pulling from your skin to his lip as he complains about how he feels so lost without you. Do you prefer Chuuya? Be honest with him. If you really loved him more, you'd let him leave more hickeys on you and you wouldn't try to conceal them the next day. You hated seeing how he teared up while doing so, it just meant you couldn't help but softly pat his head and sigh, treating him as if he were a sick puppy.

CHUUYA, seeing you with Dazai

He'd make his annoyance super obvious from the get-go. He probably wouldn't outright say he's jealous, but he'd heavily imply it. Whenever you come back to work, telling him that you had a fun day out with Dazai, you could swear you'd see Chuuya's eye twitch uncontrollably for a second or two. You'd constantly hear those remarks saying "What's so great about Dazai anyway?" or "How funny can he even really be?" Soon, those remarks tumble into off-handed insults, such as "Dazai doesn't have the mental capacity to take care of someone." He would never blame you for hanging out with him, it will always somehow be Dazai's fault. Dazai must have coaxed you and tricked you into hanging out with him!

His solution would simply be spending more time with you. But, instead of closing you off from the world, he shows you off instead. Insists on going out on dates, PDA in public, walking past the detective agency holding hands in the hopes that Dazai would see it through the window and take the hint... You know, the basic stuff.

But when he's fucking you, the jealousy really shines through that man's eyes. He has you pinned down as he thrusted deeper into you, forcing you to choke out his name as a flurry of moans escaped your lips. Are you still thinking about Dazai right now, or have you finally come to your senses? He's so relentlessly rough with you when he's jealous, so you better pray that that jealousy is mild and not angry, because your legs would have a field day. He'd keep going at it until he was satisfied, ensuring that only his name could linger on your tongue- Only then would he accept that you're only his.

RANPO, seeing you with Poe

Questions the hell out of you. Like, you've been spending a lot of time with Poe recently, haven't you? There's a sort of blunt curiosity to him and he just can't help but swarm you with these queries. "Did you hang out with Poe today?" "I heard you and Poe went to the park." "Yeah, I was busy earlier, but I'm glad you found someone else to hang out with. It was Poe, right?"

He would victimise himself a lot, really dramatising the situation. He'll ask you if you really love him or if you think he's actually worth hanging around. If not that, he'd constantly try and convince you why you should hang out with him instead. If he sees that you're about to leave the agency to go to and meet Poe, he'd immediately stop you. Suddenly, it looks like the perfect day to go for a stroll around the park with Ranpo, don't you think? Or go to the movies? Maybe a nice library? You can even choose the place! Just don't choose Poe over him, he will cry when you're not looking.

Giving him head is the only possible solution to convince him that you wouldn't leave him for somebody else. Having you tucked sweetly between his legs as he leaned back in his office chair, his hand gently stroking the back of your neck- He really deserves this after going through the stress of thinking that you and Poe had something going on. He's an arrogant man, but he can't help but worry, you know? But since you can put aside some time in your schedule just for him, then he supposed that he shouldn't be too concerned.

POE, seeing you with Ranpo

He isn't very surprised at the idea that you could choose Ranpo over him, because of course! Anyone would. It's Ranpo, right? The smartest man alive- Who wouldn't choose Ranpo over Poe? If destroys is self-esteem and his self-worth seeing you and his rival get along so well and so easily. He is very aware of the fact that Ranpo is very intelligent, but would he have the brains to take you away from him? Is he that cruel of a person?

He tries everything to win you over from that man. Even if you don't realise it, doing so much as interact with Poe's rival is enough for him to spiral and to cause him to believe that you must already be considering ditching him. What is it that you want? Gifts? He can deliver that to you in truckloads. Do you want a relaxing holiday? He'll write up a cute story for you, no problem. Poe would kiss the ground that you walked on if it meant that you chose him over Ranpo. He would try everything in his power to remove that man out of the picture, but we all know that there isn't a novel complex enough to trap the Ranpo Edogawa.

So now Poe's tucked between your thighs, working his tongue at your senses as begging that you stay with him. The head is good, right? Tell him that it's good. Tell him he's doing a good job. You need to ensure him that you could never leave him for someone else, otherwise he'll keep whining about it against your skin. He'll continuously ask you if you like how he makes you feel so he can ensure that he can keep doing the right things. He's a listener. If he finds out what you like, he'll use it to his complete advantage.

ATSUSHI, seeing you with Akutagawa

Perhaps the least toxic one when it comes to dealing with jealousy. He doesn't blame you, he only blames himself. You know he gets super self conscious, right? There's no doubt that you're only hanging out with Akutagawa because he hasn't been treating you well enough. At first, he would confide in his friends, like Kyouka or Kunikida. Kyouka would threaten to hurt you, but he would frantically beg her not to put you in harm’s way; and Kunikida would tell him that he shouldn't be jealous, and that you're allowed to have other friends. But he simply can't help it.

It would lead him to pour his entire heart into taking care of you. He needs you to know that he loves you completely, and that you're the only one for him. Gifts, dates, compliments, praise, he'll provide it all for you. If you still choose Akutagawa after all of that, he'll accept it, but he hopes you'll choose him in the end.

So now you need to ride him, tilting his chin up so you could stare down at his pretty little face. He'd whine and cuddle you as you bounced up and down on his lap, blushing profusely as he mutters how much he loves you. He'll give everything to you, everything you want. He'll treat you right. He doesn't want to be jealous, he just wants to be yours.

AKUTAGAWA, seeing you with Atsushi

What could that stupid weretiger have that he doesn't? He's threatened to kill Atushi enough times now, so seeing you interact with him doesn't help his bloodlust and the desire to knock his lights out- in fact, it's just a greater motivation.

And his jealousy is so obvious in the way he threatens you too, grabbing you by the collar and telling you he wouldn't hesitate to have the Port Mafia toss you on the side of the street if you continue conversing with the enemy. You need to make a decision: The Port Mafia or the Armed Detective Agency- Akutagawa or Atsushi? The decision is clear, right? He knows that you wouldn’t dare choose the weretiger over him and you were simply doing this in order to get a rise out of him. He knew all too well.

So now, instead of giving you all of the attention you could dream for, he ignores you. He turns away and isolates you until you’re practically begging for his attention once again. It was just a joke, you just wanted a little bit more love— That’s what you would tell him, but it would never be enough to undo the anger in his heart.

There is no jealousy sex that comes afterwards, it’s just plain voyeurism. While he works on something to do with another one of the Port Mafia’s upcoming attacks, he’d tell you to touch yourself while he plans this and if you’re good by the end of it, he’ll finish the job. But now that just leaves you in another seat on the other side of the room, your legs spread open as you tried to stimulate yourself at the sight of him working. Of course, Akutagawa had no intention of actually touching you to serve as punishment-but you weren’t aware of that, leaving you whining and biting down on your lip as you prayed he would look at you for just a second. Even through your masturbation, he still chose not to look you in the eye, which you found was even more agitating than him not touching you instead.

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subskz · 4 months

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okay WE ALL KNOW that channie is the goodest boy in the entire world, BUUUTTT that just makes me wanna break him down to the point where he’ll act up. like if one of the rules the two of you were to have is “don’t touch yourself without permission,” channie would 100% follow it. he would never even dream of disobeying you and touching himself without permission. but would it still be like that after a month of zero stimulation? he needs to touch himself, it’s human nature after all, but he doesn’t want to disobey you. but you won’t allow him to touch himself! and if he begs you to touch him, you refuse. it just makes u want to keep going until he breaks down and breaks the rules. he would feel soooo guilty seeing his cum on his fingers after he touched himself without permission. i think he would go to you and fess up, crying and apologizing abt how he disobeyed you and that he deserves to get punished :( or maybe catching him in the act would be a lot hotter…like right when he’s about to cum so he has to choose between submitting to you and stopping or submitting to the desire burning up inside of him and cum right then and there

this is so cute and so channie i love it <333 it’s a lil mean but when he’s such an sweet, well-behaved boy who rarely does anything to deserve being punished, you can’t help but wanna test his limits and see just how far his obedience can go…plus the pure shame he’d feel for disappointing you when he finally snaps and gives in to his desires would make it all the more satisfying~

channie doesn’t see much of a reason to ever be bratty w you bc you always treat him so good!! nothing makes him happier than pleasing you and hearing your sweet praises when he does well, just like you said he’d never dream of breaking a rule!! and it’s not even necessarily bc he’s afraid of the consequences, it’s mostly bc he just hates the thought of letting you down ): but when you suddenly get extra strict on him out of nowhere poor baby would be so confused and doesn’t really know how to handle it bc he didn’t do anything wrong…he keeps begging to make it up to you somehow, but there’s nothing he can do to change your mind, it’s just too cute watching him grow more and more desperate w each passing day

i agree that chan’s the type who can go a long while without needing to get himself off so at first he’d be okay following your new rules, but as the weeks past and he really starts to miss your touch, that’s what clouds his judgement most ❤️‍🩹 it’s hard enough for him to even ask you for permission to touch himself bc it makes him a lil shy, and when you consistently refuse him he ends up trudging around like a kicked puppy, feeling his patience slip more and more. he’d wrap his arms around you and press himself against your thigh, mumbling “channie’s been a good boy right?” and when you smile so sweetly at him and say yes, he almost feels a glimmer of hope, only for you to pat his cheek affectionately and leave him hard and needy like that

when he finally breaks, he doesn’t even need any toys or visuals or anything else to help him get off, he just thinks of you the entire time ㅠㅠ maybe he does it in the shower where he has enough privacy and the running water can help mask his moans of relief. or maybe he does it in your bedroom while you’re away, grasping your pillow close or holding up a sweater of yours to his nose, pumping faster and faster each time he breathes in your scent until he finally spills all over his hand w a pathetic whine. the pleasure of finally getting to release would immediately get overtaken by hot shame creeping up on his skin

he’d absolutely admit it to you on his own afterwards bc he just wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt of what he’d done, in his mind he doesn’t deserve to get away with it. the thought of him breaking into tears as he apologizes and begs you to put him in his place is so cute <3 he would take any punishment you give him like a good boy—spanking, edging, degradation, overstimulation, even if he’s crying the entire time. sweet baby might even hiccup out a weak little “thank you” afterwards through all his sniffling and sobbing

but walking in on him in the act 😵‍💫 the visual of channie looking so desperate and almost animalistic and he frantically tries to bring himself to a climax would be mind-numbing…it doesn’t help that he’s so loud, it’s almost inevitable that you’d catch him when he’s chanting your name over n over and letting out the neediest whimpers each time he bucks into his fist. his reaction when you catch him would be so priceless too…he’d make the cutest flustered squeak and immediately bury his face in your sweater, going beet red. embarrassingly enough, you watching him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot 💓 if his head hasn’t gone fuzzy beyond the point of return, i think he’d force himself to pull his hand away and immediately start pleading for you to help him finish, rasping out how sorry he is for being so pathetic, he just needs you so bad, it aches so bad, he didn’t know what to do w himself anymore ): makes for the perfect opportunity to pretend to agree, only for his grateful moans to turn into full-on sobs when you end up edging him instead…poor channie might end up breaking for real

#ask #💌 channie

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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Hi,

I really liked your chef yuu au. Could you continue that for Leona, Lilia and Sebek as well as Silver and Rooks reactions to their home cooked meals

"The Way to a Man's Heart" (part 2)

(part 1) (part 3) ( part 4)

Chef!Yuu au x Twisted Wonderland characters

Characters: Leona, Lilia, Sebek, Ruggie, Silver, Rook

Warning: Leona is my least favorite but he will eat, by God will he eat.

Notes: Since you guys keep asking here is part two. jk I love you guys.

Lilia

Yuu has been a victim of Lilia's food before. She had made the mistake of going to Draconia when it was Lilia's turn to cook. It was a mistake.

The other students must of built up a tolerance to such food.

It was burned but cold. Salty, mushy, and absolutely a sin in food disguise. Yuu wanted to cry from just the sight.

Yuu feared it and she feared the great powerful force that could make such a thing.

At first she wanted to teach Lilia how to cook but realized it was a fruitless endeavor as Lilia has had so long to learn and still can't cook shows that nothing could be done.

Dad always said for men like that, there is nothing to be done. At best find them a capable partner who can help them survive or starve trying.

Still Yuu felt sorry for the Draconia dorm and insisted on joining them for cooking duties. Serving a decent meal or two during the week as long as Lilia stays out of the kitchen.

One night she served a classic borscht. The taste of red vinegar, vegetables, and potatoes isn't usually for the pallet of young people but it's had a nostalgic factor for Lilia. It's harsh and cold like the winter but comforting like a grandmother. The other students agreed.

Other nights Lilia favored the Margarita pizza she made. His favorite part was the sauce even if he looked her in the eye as he put sugar on his slice. Yuu looked like she was going to throw a chair at him.

"So cute, I've never seen you so mad!" The troublesome old bat said clearly goading her.

"Lilia-Sama don't you think you're a little to old for this?" Yuu said politely through her teeth.

"For what dear?" He played coy but he was actually nervous she wouldn't cook again after this stunt.

"I think I'll make baked yams next time, with lots of marshmallows." Yuu said now ignoring him.

Sebek

Sebek was lucky, incredibly lucky that Yuu didn't take him seriously. Only the gods would know how he kept his head otherwise. Such a sweet docile girl like that could be fierce when needed.

As long as Sebek kept his backhanded compliments to himself they were golden.

The first time he tried her food was an eye opener.

"This soup is pretty good from a human like yourself." Sebek tried to give her a complaint.

Unfortunately, Yuu was already riled up by Lilia and Malleus was too distracted by food to stop what happened next. Sebek ended up with his face shoved in that cold soup. After that Sebek kept his words to himself when Yuu was in the kitchen.

Still, Sebek made himself useful and carried her giant bags of produce to the kitchen. She would praise him when he helped peel potatoes and garlic. I wasn't unpleasant.

Yuu treated him like puppy who needed to be taught how to not nip heels, which is a funny image. Over time Yuu adjusted to Sebek's personality and Sebek became more polite.

She made sure to reward him with a special dish of smoked planked salmon. It needed to be cooked perfectly on a cedar wood and seasoned with the right herbs. Sebek enjoyed it throughly as he ate like a child on his birthday.

Yuu couldn't help but laugh as she patted his head.

"Can you make this again if I help?" He asked almost innocently after cleaning his plate.

Silver

Yuu wouldn't admit it casually but she had favorites. She loved anyone who treated her food and her with respect. Silver was one of those people. To be fair he believed anyone who could cook decent food were amazing.

Silver was a receiver of Yuu's highest honors a lunchbox whenever he wanted. Such a gift was mostly due to Yuu knowing the quality of Lilia's cooking and the pity of knowing he grew up on said food. Also Silver genuinely enjoyed food and trying new foods with Yuu.

One day Yuu took Silver on an outing in the forest and pulled out a basket hidden behind a tree. Luckily no animals, beastmen or Rooks got to it yet.

They had a picnic of club sandwiches, veggies and hummus, and cut fruits with caramel sauce. It was a beautiful afternoon and as they ate a few of Silver's animal friends visited and ate with them. Yuu wondered if she had seen something like this out of a story book.

"We must look like a prince and princess like in a fairy tale." Yuu mused out loud as Silver dozed off with a rabbit eating the lettuce out of his sandwich.

"You'd make a good princess." Silver mumbled not completely asleep.

The one time he isn't randomly asleep and it had to be now?!

Rook

Rook was a thief, that was for sure. Just not one Yuu minded.

Rook was welcome at her table but with the hunter alway coming and going, he has more fun stealing a morsel or two.

They shared a unique bond. A hunter and a chef, what could be a better match?

He brings her fresh game meat and she prepares it. Some dishes require more then just cuts of beef, they need bones or fat. Rook eagerly obliged with quails, phesent, boar and anything else she needed. His skills were put to good use with her around. His hunting had purpose.

Yuu would also fawn over him was she prepared the food. There was something almost primal to their interactions, like scratching an itch that was as old as time. Old fashioned? No. vintage. The oldest bond there was.

After delivering a fresh rabbit to Yuu he stayed for dinner again. She worked diligently to prepare the meat for Rabbit au vin, a traditional French stew. Rook eagerly awaited as he snuck bites of the cut vegetables when she wasn't watching. He even got caught of purpose to watcher he pout and try to push him out of the kitchen.

"Mon cher lapin, I only wish to sample your divine art." He said being moved to the dining room.

"Set the table before I send you back with a to-go plate. Then tell Vil what you've been up too." Yuu scolded knowing Rook couldn't tell Vil how he was ruining his diet plan.

"I'm sure he'll forgive me, he has sampled your culinary masterpieces." Rook said as he began setting the table as told.

He watched her cook from his chair he briefly indulged himself in fantasies. That ancient desire that came so naturally. A life of a hunter coming home to his beautiful and hardworking wife. Handing her his query so she can make dinner and being pushed out so she can work. Eating together and sleeping next to one other when the day is through. A simple life in simple times. Perhaps getting news of her with chi-

"Rook? Foods ready." Yuu called as she pulled the bread from the oven.

'Perhaps I indulged a bit too much.' Rook thought as his face turned red.

Leona

Leona was not someone Yuu cooked for very often this is mostly due to Leona being ungrateful. When Yuu first shared some of her chicken skewers with him be began demanding more. He felt entitled to her cooking and jealously guarded anything she made. It was the last straw when he was caught taking Ruggie's lunch.

Hell had no fury like Yuu's that day. Since then Leona was banned from eating her food.

Since then Leona was on his best behavior to get Yuu to cook him something again. Making sure to butter her up with attention and bribes.

Yuu only relented when Leona came with his tail between his legs after a particularly awful day. He was pitiful, which for someone so prideful it was painful to watch. Yuu invited him into her dorm and discided to cook something comforting.

Japchae; glass noodles with seasoned pork and vegetable stir fry. Seolleongtang; A creamy ox bone soup. And finally soy-sauce braised short ribs.

Nothing could beat a meal like this. Leona didn't disagree. It was heavy, warm, and meaty. The short ribs were his favorite since they were so soft and Yuu made sure to cook it medium rare.

Leona almost immediately went to sleep after eating getting the best sleep he had in weeks. Nothing like a good meal to knock you out.

Yuu would believe Leona was a bear and not a lion with how he slept. She would cook for Leona again as long as he checked his behavior.

Ruggie

It started when Yuu first started cooking. Ruggie had paid attention to Yuu giving lunch boxes to Ace and Deuce. She was also doing it for free!

Of course Ruggie wanted in on this grift. He started by making sure to sigh pitifully around her to get her attention.

"Ruggie, you okay?" Yuu asked checking the hyena over.

"Oh, I'm so busy with taking care of Leona that I keep forgetting to eat. You know how he is." Ruggie sighed again his ears drooping.

Yuu gave him a look that screamed "Poor baby." Unknowingly, Ruggie was driving a deeper wedge between Yuu and Leona. Not that he would care. His pitiful behavior touched Yuu's heart.

Yuu came back the next day with a big lunch packed with food. Smothered chicken and rice, collard greens with smoked turkey neck, and 5 cheese macaroni. A good southern meal. Ruggie ate it up immediately as he thanked Yuu.

After that the hyena was very clingy and ate every snack Yuu would have on her. He stayed at Ramshackle more then his own dorm just to eat dinner with her. Of course he pulled his own weight and helped around the house as well.

One evening after a full dinner he lounged on the couch with his head on Yuu's lap entering a food coma as he munched on his fluffy Chinese donuts. He was in heaven as she rubbed his ears and told him how helpful he was that day. Ruggie would never leave at this rate.

"Ruggie you are my favorite person to cook for, you know. But don't tell the others, okay?" She said stroking his hair.

How could he not tell everyone?

Ruggie knows he's spoiled and acts like it too. He loves food and Yuu loves cooking. They were perfect together. He wanted it to say like this forever.

He would marry this woman and honestly she might just agree to it.

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wheeboo · 1 year

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cats, coffee, and cupid | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which you meet the (cute) owner of the bustling cat café. PAIRING. café owner!hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (ft. seungkwan and dino) GENRE. fluff, first meetings, both reader and vernon are deeply in love with cats (as a dog lover, i’m sorry to my other dog lovers), au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.5k

Seungkwan and Chan both had tight grips on your hands as they drag you towards the building of the newly-established cat café. Admittedly, you were beyond excited, but did your best friends seriously have to drag you out of your self-study session? You nearly stumble a few times from trying to keep up with their ecstatic pace.

“Can you both slow down? I’m going to fall on my face!” You exclaim at them, causing them to halt their footsteps and loosen their grips on your hands.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Chan says, equally breathless as you and Seungkwan are. “We just couldn’t wait to show you the place! It’s really amazing.”

The café wasn’t that much farther down the block, but as you squint your eyes and try to peer through its slightly opaque windows, you notice it was bustling quite lively with a lot of people inside.

“Are you sure we should go around this time? It looks pretty busy in there.”

Seungkwan shakes his head dismissively. “I made a reservation.”

You look at him dumbfoundedly. “Since when can you make reservations at a cat café?”

“What hyung means is...” Chan continues, making kissing gestures with his fingers. “He’s locked tight with the owner.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at Chan's teasing remark, glancing between him and Seungkwan. Seungkwan blushes, seemingly torn between feeling embarrassed or leaving Chan behind on the street.

"Okay, fine," Seungkwan finally admits. "I may have struck up a conversation with the owner, and he mentioned that it gets crowded sometimes, especially on weekends. So... he offered to reserve a little spot for us."

You can't help but chuckle at his confession. "Wow, Seungkwan, you work fast."

He pouts playfully, though a sense of satisfaction flickers in his eyes. "Hey, I just wanted to make sure we get to enjoy this experience without any hassle. Plus...” Seungkwan glances at Chan, then back to you. “We think you’ll like the owner, Y/N. His name is Vernon.”

His words hover around your head, making you question, “You want me to meet the owner?”

You swear you see the circuits turn in Seungkwan’s brain. “Well, I-I didn’t mean that. We𑁋”

“He’s going to be meeting us anyways, and Seungkwan-hyung and I already like him, so we think you’ll like him too!” Chan interjects, causing the older boy to momentarily glare at him before returning back to your gaze with a small smile.

You think for a moment, letting your best friends’ desperate puppy eyes convince you even more. And as you were about to give them your go-to, they’re already grabbing back for your hands and dragging you all the way to the entrance of the café.

All three of you let out chuckles into the breezy, afternoon air as you arrive in front of the doors, finding yourself surrendering to their excitement and enthusiasm. "Alright, alright, let's go meet this mysterious owner of yours. But if he turns out to be some kind of cat-obsessed weirdo, you two owe me big time."

“Says the cat-obsessed weirdo themselves,” Chan mumbles inaudibly, making you send a piercing stare in his direction. He immediately shrivels his shoulders cowardly together as you pat him on the back assuringly. “Sorry.”

“It’s a deal, Y/N,” Seungkwan offers his hand as if finishing his end of the bargain. “If you don’t end up liking him, then... we’ll buy you ice cream.”

A smirk forms on your face as you shake hands with Seungkwan. “Sounds good, Mr. Boo.”

The soft chime of a bell overhead rings as you three enter inside, the warm and inviting atmosphere of the café immediately surrounding you. Soft music plays in the background, and the air carries the delightful scent of coffee and freshly baked treats. The space is cozy, with comfortable seating areas for people to enjoy their afternoon coffees and teas as the walls are embellished with various cat-themed decorations.

Excitement bubbles within you as you take in the scenes before your eyes. The café is divided into different areas, with cozy corners furnished with cushions and shelves of various sizes for the cats to climb and explore. The cats, each with their own unique personalities, are either lounging lazily, playfully chasing toys and other cats, or curled up contentedly in the laps of visitors.

“Woah,” You let out in awe, dropping their hands. “This place looks amazing.”

“Look, Y/N! This one is named Mochi over here,” Chan points to a grumpy looking white Persian cat. “And then’s Oliver over there...”

You can’t help the awestruck feeling of Seungkwan and Chan naming all the cats that they know at the top of their heads. Didn’t this place just open last week?

Curiosity strikes as you slowly approach a majestic grey Maine Coon cat lounging gracefully on a small ottomon at the corner of the café. Its fluffy fur and piercing amber eyes was enough to capture your entire attention.

“Hi, cutie,” You kneel down to its level, putting your hand out tentatively, allowing the cat to take a sniff of your hand. “What are you doing here all by yourself?”

The cat purrs as a response, crawling closer to you and nuzzling the side of its head on your hand. You practically feel the excitement bubbling within and the jump to your step as you let your fingers glide over its soft and fluffy fur. At this point, you can call this place an absolute paradise.

All while you continue petting the cat, an unfamiliar voice from behind nearly startles you and the cat away from each other. “Ah... I see you’ve met Zen.”

You whip yourself around, looking upwards and locking eyes with an unfamliar boy looming tall above you. He’s peering down at you with curiosity and a gentle smile on his lips. His face is softly chiseled and merely perfect, almost like he came straight out of a comic book, and his dark hair frames his face in gentle waves. Though dressed only in a comfortable baby blue sweater and jeans, you can tell by his stance of his laid-back nature, and for some reason it helps put you at near ease. But it didn’t do much for your racing heart.

“He’s one of the oldest residents here, and uh...” He tilts his head comically, amused by the way you continue petting him. “Usually he doesn’t really let people in his bubble.”

“Seems like I’m one of a kind, huh?” You comment, taking your attention back to Zen. “Hi, Zen. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

Zen only lets out a soft meow, as if acknowledging your presence. You give him a soft scratch at his ears before standing up and wiping down any cats fur from your pants.

“You said... Y/N, right? As in Boo Seungkwan’s friend?”

Once you finish patting down your pants, you turn back to the boy who was still standing behind you with his hands in his pockets.

“You know Seungkwan? He’s one of my best friends,” You ask him. “Apparently he’s made a reservation.”

“Ah... so I’ve heard,” The boy appears almost shy, his words awkwardly dragging out a bit as if he didn’t know what to say. But he clears his throat. “Then your table should be near the windows over there.”

At first you could only gaze at him, a mixture of daze and confusion as he points to the opposite side of the café.

“Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself first,” The boy is quick to notice your expression and holds his hand out in front of you. “I’m Vernon, the owner of the café.”

Vernon? Why does that name seem so𑁋

“Oh! You’re Vernon? Sorry, I-I didn’t process your name. Seungkwan mentioned you before and I didn’t expect for you...” Your words drawl out, fading into the background. I didn’t expect for you to be this handsome.

Vernon chuckles lightly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Guess I’m not your typical-looking café owner, huh?”

You feel the embarrassment heat up in your face, letting a hand cup your cheek to feel just how warm it felt, but Vernon’s reassuring presence and friendly smile somehow dissipates some of the awkwardness. He seems to notice your slight discomfort and steps back a little.

“But, uh... Seungkwan has told me about you before. Good things, like how you love cats,” He puts emphasis on the word good, hoping that it’ll make you feel less tense, which it magically does. “So... I hope you consider this place a little haven for you.”

You gaze around the café as you take in his words to your heart, taking in the lively scenes of the place and the utter tranquility it seems to emulate. Perhaps this could be a place more for than just comfort.

“I can definitely see myself coming here more often,” You turn back to Vernon with a heartfelt smile. “if you don’t mind, at least.”

You don’t get yourself to question the noticeable redness to his ears and the way his eyes seem to brighten just slightly with excitement; you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he probably already is.

“I definitely do not mind at all,” Vernon responds, his voice lowering just the slightest bit, the corners of his lips tugging into a fond smile. “Not at all.”

As the two of you exchange anticpating looks, you both don’t notice Seungkwan and Chan sitting at your reserved table watching the scene unfold before them, barely able to contain their excitement.

“See? I told you they would make a cute couple.” Seungkwan nudges the younger boy, casually sipping on his iced Americano.

Chan adjusts himself in his seat to get a better look. “Y/N looks like they’re about to melt into the floor, should we intervene?”

The two boys give the other a questioning look, as if trying to read each other’s mind, before settling back into their chairs with a shrug and taking a sip of their drinks. It’s better to let true love blossom naturally anyways.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #vernon fluff #hansol vernon chwe fluff #vernon x reader #hansol vernon chwe x reader #hansol fluff #hansol x reader #chwe hansol fluff #chwe hansol x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #vernon imagines #hansol chwe imagines #hansol vernon chwe imagines #seventeen #svt fluff

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alzvxs · 3 months

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“you are like the stars” ft. Portgas D. Ace

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~🪷 a/n: C.ai have been inspiring me WAY to much recently😭. anyways dropping some fluff since not in the mood of hc’s today sorry yall :(!!

~🪷 my masterlist<3

~🪷 SUMMARY: F!reader teases Tired!Ace, by comparing him to the stars at night, while cuddling in your hammock.

y/n: orange text

ace: red text

w/c (word count): 1,208 (short😕)

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my pretty star♥️

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IT was a though day for both of you. WhiteBeard purposely giving tasks to clean the ship, since the whole crew was at the bar all day.

FINALLY it was night. you were laying on your hammock, reading a book. Ace walks in all tired and grumpy from the tasks, which brings a chuckle out of you. Ace tried his best to hide his smile when he heard your sweet little laugh.

“Cmere lay down.”- you said patting your stomach. nothing eased Ace more, than sweet cuddles and you using your sweet voice to talk about everything. isnt he just a pup?

he immediately laid down, burying his head in your stomach, wrapping his strong hands around your chest.

you snickered at him as you ran your fingers in his hair. Ace smiles even more as you run your fingers through his hair. The feeling made him feel like a very content puppy, and you could see his eyes flutter with every stroke of your hand through his hair. His body relaxed as he enjoyed this feeling quite a lot, and you could see one of his hands wrapping around your chest tighter. He lets out a content sigh and leans more into your body, his body warming up slightly from the heat of your hand running through his hair.

“and you deny that you are like a puppy.”- you teased him. he wasnt the type to admit his clingy and follows you around so he can ‘protect’ his woman, but in reality, he just wants to spend time with you.

Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles again as he responds in a teasing tone.

"I'm not like a puppy at all. Psh. I'm way bigger and more handsome than any puppy could ever be. And I definitely do not enjoy being treated like a cute and adorable little pet, nor do I also enjoy being spoiled by you."

“then get off of me if you dont like it.”- you sounded like a mom, too tired to argue with her teenage daughter. your other hand was turning to another page of your book.

"Hmm... no."- Ace answers you, but he doesn't move to do what you say. His playful and flirty tone makes it seem like he doesn't mind being on you at all, and you can tell he even enjoys playing this game with you. His body stays in its relaxed position as he doesn't see any reason why he would move to get off of you.

“aw, my pretty bipolar princess.”- you replayed to him, a cocky smirk already printing on your face, as you stroked the back of his neck.

Ace sighs softly and relaxes even more when you caress his neck. His body is completely relaxed at this point, and you can tell this is something he is enjoying because of the way his eyes are already starting to shutter a bit more as he gets more and more comfortable with you holding and caressing him.

“you know you are like the stars.”- you broke the silence, trying to be sweet for once. not that you arent already sweet like a lollipop to him, but still.

This sudden confession and compliment makes Ace chuckle and he rolls his eyes before giving you a smug grin.

"Me? Like the stars? You could come up with any cute analogy, and you go with that? You've got to be kidding me."- He chuckles again, but you can see even now he is still relaxed as you caress the back of his neck. He seems as if he isn't going to bother moving from this position, as his tone still remains playful and flirty.

“oh my gosh, im trying to be sweet for once! hear me outttt!!”- you pouted, already annoyed. your reaction just making him laugh more and more.

“okay okay, fine. hehe”- he continued chuckling, but after around a minute calmed down. “you can continue now, sweetheart”

you sighed, continuing your statement. “wanna know why?”

"Sure, I wouldn't mind hearing why you think that. But, don't expect a sweet response from me if you do tell me."

“you are just unbelievable.”

“okay, fine, fine! im stopping. sorry, beauty. continue, please? i wanna hear it, i actually got interested, hehe.”

“because in the day you hide your emotions, all serious and stuff..like the stars. but at night you are relaxed more expressive and more loving..you shine at night..like the stars.”

when he hears your confession (or a little poem idk), he is speechless for a moment when you give him this analogy. In a way, you kind of had the right idea about what his personality was really like. During the day, he was stoic and cold, but when the night came, he was more relaxed and in a way even cuter than he usually is. He eventually smiles softly and chuckles a little.

"I didn't know you were as perceptive as this. Well, let me tell you this. You aren't wrong about me being more relaxed and affectionate at night. But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone else this."

“oh yeah? what if i tell someone?”- you spoke a little bit louder, a cocky smirk appearing on your pretty face.

“im gonna wipe this smirk out of your face!”- he barked back teasingly, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

“how?”

“by..”- he forgot his comeback, which made him only even more embarrassed.- “touché.”- he continued, his lips forming a pouty expression.

you pecked his cheek.- “you can never outsmart a woman, love.”

as much as he hated being defeated, he enjoyed seeing you all cocky and smirk-ish, cuz of your win. when you pecked his cheek, he closed his eyes and smiled goofy.

The night continued with both of you talking about the future, books, music, the ocean and etc. overall he is in cloud nine with you. after all every star needs their moon, innit? well you were his moon, and heck..he never was more happy. he wouldnt trade you for the world. he loved his moon way to much..his little precious moon..the best moon..the only moon for him was you..and no one else.

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i hope yall enjoyed♥️ (follow for more :3)

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#one piece #spotify #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace fluff #one piece fluff #one shot #portgas ace x y/n #fanfic #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece anime

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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I was thinking, so you know how older dogs help train puppies? I'm imagining that with Soap and their pet

Simon teaches lessons and Soap reinforces them. He shows their puppy how to behave and what Simon expects of them. He teaches her boundaries (to respect his and Simon's, they're pushy with her boundaries since she's at the bottom of the pack) and to not bark too much or the muzzle will come out. He overall acts as a guide for her.

Which should make things easier for her since he never had that. But she's a little hardheaded, frequently getting too barky (demanding to be let go, she's not a pet) and rough with her bites (sometimes literally), so Soap is allowed to growl and bite her back (usually literally), reminding her of her place.

She'll shrink into herself as if tucking a tail between her legs. Sometimes Soap makes her show her belly to him, paws up, in a show of submission.

Simon stays back for the most part unless he truly needs to step in for discipline. Maybe Soap was a little harsh when trying to teach her, or maybe their stubborn puppy needs a firmer hand.

- 🥍

i got this ask like 6 hours ago and it's haunted me ever since. lacrosse you've changed me i love this

ghost letting johnny train his new puppy oh i am SICK!!!!!!! soap is sososo excited to have a puppy of his own, of course he'll teach her how to be good <3 it's what good dogs do!!!!

i saw this tweet once that was something along the lines of "soap is patting ghost on the back so much in the game because he wants ghost to pat him back. like 'see!! now you try!!!' and just waiting for pets" and it has the same vibes as this. johnny constantly behaving very overly puppy like and pushing and shoving at you until you do the same. he forces you to your back and rubs your tummy like see! it feels good! me now

johnny gets to break rules and get a less severe punishment, too! he's supposed to show her what happens when you're bad, so ghost isn't nearly as rough with him as usual when he breaks rules as a demonstration. he's kinda being told to be bad instead of actually being bad, so he gets off lighter. very very fun time for johnny

they think she's hardheaded, really she's just stubborn <3 she is not going to give in and crawl for these assholes so easily, fuck you very much. but to them (to johnny at least) she's just being a stupid little puppy who doesn't understand commands.

she snaps at johnny and he really bites her, gets her backing down and submitting nice and quick. satisfies that deep part of johnny that wants be on top

the hardest part for her is getting over punishments/being scolded. johnny gets in trouble and bounces back as soon as it's over, goes right back to behaving all happy-go-lucky. but she has a really hard time getting over being pinned to the ground and growled at, it freaks her out - especially simon's punishments, which are almost always sexual or painful. she'll sulk the rest of the day

means she gets lots and lots of love after though <3 if simon punishes her and she crawls off all pouty and sad, johnny will draw her right up into his arms and cuddle her close until she stops struggling to get away from him, maybe play a little if he can draw her in. if johnny pins her to the ground and puts her back in her place, simon will comfort her with some pets, maybe a few treats if she's been good lately. she's supposed to take the punishments as lessons, not reasons to be pouty and angry all day

but i think you're right, overall simon lets his pup teach her how to be a pup too <3 as long as johnny doesn't start getting too full of himself, doesn't start forgetting his own place, he can keep training his new little friend

#i switch between “her” and “you” in this so sorry #asks and answers #🥍 anon #we're married now btw #ghoap x reader #bo writes

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Mc taming Cerberus

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Lucifer:

he is somehow prideful but also completely confused

prideful over the fact that you tamed Cerberus and he even acts like a giant puppy around you

but also

how the fuck did you manage that?!

he´s in the catacombs under the House of Lamentation

Lucifer is certain you never went down there alone

and he´s certain Cerberus would have teared you to pieces if he found you wandering around

but it seems like you somehow, without help from anyone not only stopped him from attacking you but also became his favourite person

and it wouldn´t be as bad if you didn´t constantly give Cerberus treats and try to sneak him in your room

Mammon:

Mammon thought he was about to die when he saw Cerberus just standing there

but no turns out the local Human without any sense of self preservation just decided the guard dog from the House of Lamentation would make a good pet and friend

but Mammon also wanted to capitalize on this so this makes two without any sense of self preservation

needless to say it didn´t work out

Cerberus tried to eat him and the only thing that saved him for the moment was you calling Cerberus for a walk and treats

he might think twice before approaching you when Cerberus is close (especially if he´s growling before Mammon even arrived)

Leviathan:

the only reason he noticed is because the ONE time he goes to school in person

he get´s chased by Cerberus just for being near you

he didn´t even do anything?!

you didn´t even help! you just laughed at his desperate attempts at outrunning Cerberus

at least you called Cerberus back when he was about to eat him

he never regretted going out as much as this day (a lie)

and he forbid you from entering his room (also a lie because he needs you for a game)

Satan:

immediately tries to use this against Lucifer

it did not work

Cerberus just ate some random Demons that walked past the House of Lamentation

and upset his stomach :(

he also tried to get you to command Cerberus to chase Lucifer

which also did not work, Cerberus just wanted pats and snacks

what you guys did manage was train Cerberus to sneak cats in the House of Lamentation

which was almost as good for Satan as the idea of watching Cerberus eat Lucifer alive

Asmodeus:

he just screamed at you to “STOP PLAYING WITH CERBERUS” because you kept going in his room covered and I mean COVERED in dog fur, which makes sense because it´s a really big dog and they can shed a lot of hair

he also would care a little less when you would stop going in his room why covered in fur

he not only has to clean up his room but you as well

he might forgive you if you could convince Cerberus to allow him to get a make-over

he has so many outfits for him and could take so many great photos

but if you go through with it

there is a good chance Lucifer will find out and both of you will get punished

Beelzebub:

he tried to eat the snacks for Cerberus

what do you mean he can´t eat them? he doesn´t care that it´s mostly guts he had worse

he also tried to steal some of Cerberus snacks in front of him

which Cerberus did not like

Cerberus did try to fight for his snacks but Beel somehow managed to win?

to make it easier for everybody you just made a second batch of snacks so both of them can eat them

besides the Dog treats fiasco they get along quiet well

Belphegor:

he wants to use Cerberus as a pillow

it doesn´t even matter if you help him or not

he will probably end up sleep walking towards Cerberus anyway

and sadly get eaten while you watch with popcorn… I mean you will definitely call back Cerberus and make sure nothing happened to him

but both of you did manage to take a nap on Cerberus back

which was a very nice and comfy nap

until Lucifer found both of you

you didn´t get in trouble or anything he just scolded you for sleeping in the catacombs because he doesn´t want you to get sick

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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clingy xikers asking for cuddles/kisses headcanons?? 🫣🫣

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• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn!reader

• GENRE — clingy, clingy, clingyy.. and fluff :)

• WORD COUNT — 655

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — ty for requesting!! Also im going to close requests so i can focus on writing other works

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101

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MINJAE ☆

usually pouty when he wants his kisses

Just sticks out his cheek and taps it, waiting for the smooch

Very whiny too, dragging your name out with a "ahh" at the end as he tries to get you to kiss him

"Pleasee~" with big puppy eyes and dropping his bottom lip

Dont tell the members this ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Puts his head on your lap and looks up at you with his doe eyes

"Cuddle?" His voice is small as he opens his arms

how could you not engulf the cutie?

Melts in your arms

This is usually when hes feeling a bit down about something, so he uses this time to rant about his day or whatevers been on his mind ♡

SUMIN ☆

Its in the mornings

Hes just woken up and he wants you to stay in bed with him for 5 more minutes

15 minutes later and hes still stuck to you

His arms are draped around your body and his head is in the crook of your neck

Andd then youll spend the morning sleeping in ♡

JINSIK ☆

Calls you over

Tries to act cute (stupid) to get you in his arms but you just laugh at him

And now hes pouting

Hovers over you if youre doing something, turning off your computer or slapping your phone out of your hands

And hugs you tightly. I mean, really tight :) ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Lots of staring, but bats his eyes away when you catch him

A little shy to say that he wants to cuddle, so he just waits until you catch on

Usually wants to be the little spoon on these scenarios, his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around his neck

And plenty of head pats and ruffles too!!

Just has this little smile on his face with his eyes closed, take care of him ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Bro just spawns in your arms

Youre not use how it does, or how it happened. One minute youre watching tv and the next hes in your arms

A smile on his face as he feels small, tucking his head into your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around you

Please rub his back

He'll love you more, i promise ♡

SEEUN ☆

Petty when hes clingy

Just like "oh, you didnt give me my good morning kiss so im not going to make your coffee. Yeah, what are you going to do?"

And he doesn't need just one kiss to make up for it, he needs 10, 20, however much he wants

And even then is he not satisfied

So you gotta treat him like your baby girl for the rest of the day ♡

YUJUN ☆

Comes up behind you out of nowhere and wraps his arms around your waist

Like if youre washing the dishes or something, he starts giving you back hugs and kisses on your neck, telling you to go to bed and how he'd do everything in the morning

Its a little hard walking when hes attached to you

But also refuses to leave you

So now youre wobbling around the house ♡

HUNTER ☆

Kinda rare, he usually teases you if youre feeling clingy

But its mostly when hes feeling sleepy, he just wants kisses and hugs and just wants to be pampered

And the dazed smile he gives you makes the whole thing worth it, giving him more and more

Now his heart is fluttering like crazy, repeating your name with laughs as you peppers his face with kisses

Whispers how much he loves you, then closes his eyes ♡

YECHAN ☆

Traps you in his arms, especially if hes taller than you

Wont let you go as hes rocking your body back and forth

Keeps patting your head and you want to leave his grasp but hes just smells so, so good

Sometimes this might lead to a tickle fight, or maybe even pillow?? Dont ask me how

He just wants to hug his baby okayy?! ♡

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pentacass · 7 months

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A/N: Post-game domesticity. [Shadowheart/f!Tav]

“No.” The word slips from Solistre’s mouth the instant Shadowheart walks into their garden. “Not another one.”

Shadowheart’s hopeful smile curls down, as she hugs tighter at the brown puppy cradled in her arms. “Yes, another one.” She frowns when Solistre stands from their flower patch, looking unimpressed. “I couldn’t just leave this one alone in the forest! Her leg is broken!”

“So treat her,” Solistre says, tone even with practised patience. “Then let her go when she’s well.”

“No. She’s staying with us.”

“We already have six animals. Any more, and we’ll have to build another house just for them.”

“Then we will,” Shadowheart declares, tilting her chin higher.

“We have too many-”

“I said I want a lot of them, Sol! And you agreed.”

“So I did. Maybe I should’ve asked for a number while I was at it.”

“Well, I can tell you right now - the number is: as many as I want.”

Solistre sucks a slow breath through her teeth, feeling Scratch bump against her legs, tail wagging in curiosity. “We need to discuss this-”

She rolls and shuts her eyes when Shadowheart’s lips press into a pout, green eyes growing wide in a silent, puppy-eyed plea that puts Scratch’s dinner table begging to shame. But then, if she refuses to look, what other excuse would she have for caving into her wife’s wishes?

Taking a breath, she looks back at Shadowheart, stoically withstanding the full force of those puppy eyes. “Fine.”

Shadowheart’s pout morphs all too smoothly into a crooked, smug smile - it is a battle she is always destined to win. Still, she hops forward and pecks Solistre on the cheek. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

Solistre grumbles under her breath, while Shadowheart strolls towards the house. She watches her wife’s retreating back, then calls out, “Need help?”

“I can handle it.”

Scratch bumps against her legs again, and Solistre releases a long sigh, moving back to the flower patch where she had been working. The old boy pats his feet enthusiastically against the soil, offering moral support by watching her set a seed in the hole he had helped dig.

“Am I growing too soft, boy? Am I giving in too often?”

Two barks.

“No? Well, I hope you’re right.” Solistre covers the seed with a layer of soil, then sits back on her heels, removing her gloves. She picks up the watering can, giving their latest batch of seeds a healthy shower, before rising to her feet.

“Come on, boy. Let’s go greet your new sister.”

Scratch barks, tail wagging happily as he follows her back into the house.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #solistre #shadowheart #yzwrites #shaking clutter out of brain again #sol doesn't have a problem with the pets #they just like bickering. for enrichment.

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just--a-lurker · 10 months

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what the dog doin

Dog hybrid!Leon S. Kennedy x fem K9 handler!reader

Total words: 3.6k

One of the hybrids at your new job causes a lot more trouble for you than you can ever imagine.

warnings: !!18+!! !!MDNI!! noncon/rape, biting, violence, gore, gun mention, breeding kink, somnophilia, knotting, public sex, hybrids, bestiality-ish (hybrids not considered as people despite them being mostly human), Leon is sort of yandere in this

a/n: this is technically my first fic (💀) so it’s a bit rough, and anything in this that makes you go “huh that actually isn’t that bad” is probably thanks to this getting a read-over + suggestions by the much more talented @noowayybroo who also writes great fics that are infinitely better than this one (they’re actually good, go read them!!) I picture re2 leon with this but it doesn’t really matter. title is because i can’t title things and it’s funny to me (i am dying of irony poisoning). formatting on tumblr is terrible what the hell

You are hired as the new K9 handler at the local police station. When you arrive for your first day, the chief brings you to the kennels and introduces you to the dogs that you'll be training while you're here. You’re a bit nervous, this job being the first time you really get to test your skills, but you try your best to not let your apprehension show.

You come face-to-face with a group of stern-faced dogboys, who are obediently sitting, waiting for your commands. Well, most of them are. They seem to have lined up by seniority, and despite your view of the dogs later in the line being blocked by some of the bigger dogs, a light-colored dog at the very end catches your attention with all of his movement. Approaching the smallest dog at the end of the line causes him to become overexcited, jumping up to try and touch you.

K9 recruit Kennedy, or Leon, according to the engraving his basic collar had, enthusiastically greets you by standing up and licking your cheek. His long, fluffy tail wags excitedly as he starts to... bounce? Out of happiness. He manages to stand still for just a few moments so he can say something to you, but you can tell it’s taking all of his effort to stop moving.

"It's so nice to meet you! Hi! I'm Leon! I love you!"

You’re amused by the pup’s declaration, and scratch behind his ears when he bows his head to you. You find his mannerisms charming, if a bit out of place, and you wonder if he knows he’ll be completely still and calm like the other dogs after you train him. The chief states that officer Kennedy is the newest and youngest of the group, and he arrived after the old handler left, so he hasn't had any training at all.

"He's eager but a bit of a troublemaker. Shouldn't be a problem for you though, of course." The chief laughs, patting you on your shoulder before leaving you to your devices with the dogs.

You go through exercises with the entire pack, pleased to see that most of them were already well-trained and would just need practice to maintain that training. You give extra attention to Leon, who is indeed eager to follow your orders, but seems constantly distracted. He has lots of energy and seems to prefer pets and scratches behind his fluffy ears to any kind of treat. He seems to be getting along well with the other dogboys, but after a week of you being there, something about Leon changed.

He was still the overexcited puppy you knew him as, but he was a lot more distracted than normal. You catch Leon staring at you with a dopey look on his face, responding to nothing until you gently pat him on his head or he sees you interact with another dog. Leon doesn’t like this, getting into fights with whichever dogboy you seemed to favor over him, who much to the other dog’s credit, shrugs Leon off and ignores him. He constantly takes your items and hides them, his favorite item being the keys to the kennel, which he hides in what you feel like infinite amounts of obscure spots around the room. Whatever the item is, you end up being stuck in there for an extra hour until you find them. Any discipline you dish out is met with that same, stupid smile, and you watched his tail thump on the ground happily, even when you called him a "bad dog". All of this was starting to get to you, but you figured that you can eventually train him out of it. After all, he's still new, and maybe he's still adjusting to having to interact with you. At least, this is what you would have thought if he weren't getting more... physical with you.

Constantly following you around, even after you dismiss him so you can train the other dogs, he curls around your feet and bites down on your clothes to stop you from walking away from him. He shoves his face into your crotch, forcing you to push him away roughly. He takes the opportunity to lick at your groin if you take too long to push him away, and as your reaction to the sudden shock of wetness and warmth quickened, the more often he would try to press himself there. You eventually place him in a crate while you are working in the kennel as you can’t do anything productive without him tripping you up.

Leon isn’t too happy about this, and howls loudly the entire time, forcing you to muzzle him in order to prevent noise complaints from your coworkers. The muzzle only stays on until he quiets down and promises to behave, but it wouldn't even be 5 minutes before he misbehaves again, and you feel his tongue on your clothed ass. All you can do is sigh in disappointment and drag a whimpering Leon back into his crate. You would think that being publicly humiliated in front of the other dogs would act as a deterrent, but it was as if Leon didn't care at all for their thoughts.

It isn’t just his behavior that is strange. You feel embarrassed to even notice this, but he sports an almost constant hard-on, which was laughed off at the vet as "just something that dogs have sometimes, it'll go away soon." but you're glad to know that he has a clean bill of health otherwise. You're not sure why he's so naughty lately -- you wish that there would be at least some paperwork regarding his history before he came to the precinct --but it's as if they picked him directly off of the street. You're worried that his behavior is due to hormonal reasons, and if it gets any worse it can only be fixed by, well, fixing him.

You spend more time training the pack, with Leon showing some progress whenever he isn’t trying to press himself on you. You really hope that his problems won't crop up in more serious situations, and you pray to whatever higher power is out there that he isn’t called to a scene anytime soon. Of course, when all the other dogs were unavailable, you are called to bring a dog over to investigate a crime scene. You walk towards the officers already present with Leon in tow, trying to keep him at an appropriate distance. Leon is overjoyed to finally reach the site and hugs your leg after you stop in front of the two officers. You harshly pull at his collar when you feel him trying to subtly grind on your shoe, giving him a stern look. The other officers smile at you and pet Leon’s head, which thankfully makes him stop humping you.

While you're getting briefed, a shot nearby briefly deafens you as one of your fellow officers collapses, head burst on the pavement. You try to grab Leon to duck somewhere safely while you figure out who is shooting at you, but Leon seems to have gotten spooked or got lost in the chaos, as he is nowhere in sight. You can only wish that whoever was firing at you will take pity on the poor pup. You peek out from your cover to try and get more information, but you’re shoved unceremoniously on the ground as one of the instigators hits your kneecaps with the butt of their gun, before pointing the nozzle at your head.

"Not even an actual cop, just the dumb dog-fucker." They sneer, before hitting you with the gun again, this time a hard butt to your jaw.

"Guess you weren't a good bitch for him if he completely abandoned you like this."

You're completely discombobulated from the assault and you close your eyes to stop the light from making the agonizing pain in your head worse. You tear up from the sting of pain and your failure, and you can only sniffle as the gunman starts to pull the trigger.

A loud growl comes from behind your attacker, and a blur of fluffy blond tail and sun-kissed skin leaps at the assaulter. Their gun is knocked out of their hands, and you only belatedly realize that the liquid leaving their throat is their blood gushing out by the pint. You're still in shock, but the gruesome sight brings you to some of your senses and you quickly realize that Leon is going to kill that person if he doesn’t stop now. You order Leon to let go, as the assailant is definitely not going to be able to hurt anything for quite a while, but to your dismay Leon does not immediately follow your order. Leon looks directly at you, crunching down hard one last time, before trotting up to you with a wide smile that would be otherwise cute if blood and sinew wasn't smeared all over his face. His fluffy tail wagged happily, and he looked imploringly at you for a treat.

"I did good! I protected my mate!"

You ignore his second statement, and look at Leon with apprehension. You have a fleeting thought about petting him just in case he decides to turn that aggression towards you - but your rational brain takes over and you don't want to reward him for a near-fatal mauling, and you’re kind of confident that he wouldn’t attack you at the moment. You make sure the coast is clear before quickly turning around (and holding yourself back from comforting Leon after he lets out the most pitiful whine) and call for medical attention for the unfortunate person. As the EMT whisks them away, and feeling more secure with other people around you, you scold Leon. You bring him to the drying pool of blood and make him look at it.

"Bad boy!" A light smack on his cheek.

"Listen to me when I tell you to let go!" A rougher smack on his left arm, of which he was trying to wrap around you.

"No more treats for the next month!" You force his neck to turn towards you, and are pained by his teary-eyed expression.

"But I protected you! I was good!"

"Good boys do exactly what I say."

"But-"

You push him to the ground and start walking back to the station, giving very little slack to the leash. You try to ignore his small whines of, "but I was being a good mate."

After writing your report about the entire incident, you were given a special assignment. Leon's behavior was found unacceptable by both you and your bosses, so he needed intensive training outside of work hours, or he’ll be put down. You thought that was a harsh punishment – shouldn’t they at least try to neuter him first? – but you shudder at the thought of Leon attacking some poor vet tech as savagely as he did that gunman. You were still upset at him, but you thought he still had potential, so you decided to take him to your house. You reason that Leon needs some time with you alone so he'd get his fill of your presence and maybe he'll start to act right. You set up a little dog bed for him on the ground, but he pouts and tearfully exclaims,

"I don't want to sleep on the ground! Too cold, not near you!"

You figure that he was just nervous, and the way his ears dropped tugged at your heartstrings, so you let him sleep with you for a few days to make him comfortable.

Big mistake.

Leon refuses to bathe and insists on rolling around in your bed. He drools all over the sheets and you think he's trying to mark the bed with other bodily fluids as well, the sheets smelling foul at the end of the day. You eventually get him in the tub, but he throws a fit and never lets go of your hands the entire time, splashing water everywhere with his tail out of excitement… or spite. To top it off he gets moodier whenever you need to wash your bedsheets due to whatever it was that Leon was doing to them.

It can and does get worse; you wake up some nights to Leon humping your leg, whimpering and drooling as he desperately seeks his release. You, waking up from some of the deepest rests of your life (Leon, despite being a nuisance, is very warm, and that was apparently all you needed for your mild insomnia to be fixed) can only muster the energy to be mildly annoyed by this, and give him a kick to make him stop. He does, and curls up in shame afterwards, but only for a little while, before he's right back to it.

Outside of your sleeping arrangement, Leon continues to be a menace. He makes a complete mess of the house, with him being clever enough to escape the crate (but not clever enough to not brag about it to you, telling you how much of a "smart mate" he is) and you think he's been taking your unwashed laundry and storing it somewhere you can't find it. You're wearing your last pieces of clean clothes before you finally find the pile behind an unused crawl space underneath the stairs, with the clothes feeling very... crusty. You confront Leon about this, but he only tilts his head and pants, the movement drawing your attention to his disgustingly hard (and slimy? Ugh, you shouldn't look too close at it) cock twitching whenever you speak to him.

Leon continues to act strangely, and you're worried that he might be sick. While you're scheduling another appointment to the vet, Leon suddenly hugs you from behind and nuzzles your neck. You're about to harshly reprimand him before he asks you to take him for a walk at his favorite park.

"Please! Please! I'll be good if you take me! Please!"

You feel bad for him, knowing that going to the vet is an unpleasant experience for any dogboy, and you tell him that you'll take him to the park the morning of the appointment, but only if he lets you go right now. He reluctantly obliges, and you're finally able to make the actual appointment.

"C'mon boy, what's the matter?" You tug on his leash gently to get him to move, but he lets out a growl.

The day comes, and it starts off like any normal day –well, as normal as it can be with Leon living with you. You wake up, noting no disruptions at night, but Leon was already at his food bowl jumping around. When you go to fill it, he has a concerning gleam in his eyes that you at first think is a sign of his illness getting worse. You felt bad about everything that Leon went through lately and decided to take him on a walk immediately after he's done eating, as whatever you have to do can wait.

You put the leash on his collar (and you think you hear a faint growl but chalk it up to it being early and you being groggy) and make your way to the park. It's beautiful outside, and you opted for light-weight clothing. The park was mostly empty as it was very early in the morning, and besides Leon barking at the occasional jogger that passed by, everything was going smoothly. You’re enjoying yourself, happy to have a pleasant experience with Leon for once. You think Leon is also enjoying it, but you seem to have misjudged him – when the two of you reach the very end of the park trail, he stops moving and stands very still.

He asks, "Why don't you love me? I’m a good mate!" You freeze, never having had Leon growl at you before. You approach him cautiously and crouch down to him at his eye-level.

"Leon, of course I love you, you're just a little bit sick okay? After we go to the vet I'll bring you lots of treats and cuddles." You gently pat his head, noting the way his ears seem to be stuck stiffly upright. You give him a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking back towards the entrance of the park. The leash is almost jerked out of your hands as Leon moves the other way.

"Baby, what's wrong with you today? You asked to come here!" You approach Leon hoping he would give some sort of response, but as you stand a few feet away you only see Leon staring intensely at you. The look in his eyes was worrying you, only seeing him gawk at something like this when he was about to eat.

"Leon. Come on. We can't stay here all day." You walk away from Leon, but you don't get too far. Suddenly, he sprints towards you and jumps on your back, the force pushing you on your knees.

You let out a startled yelp as Leon cages you with his arms, the leash knocked out of your hands. His weight keeps you down on the grass, and you can feel his muscles working to keep you down through your thin shirt. You order him to get off of you, but he snarls and bites down hard on your shoulder. Muffled by your shoulder skin, you feel more than hear him say, "Need to show you that you're my mate. Mine, mine, mine-"

Somewhere between the throbs of pain coming from the bite, the vibrations of his groans, and the feel of the dry grass on your hands, you feel Leon's cock sliding over your crotch.

"Stay. Mate." He rumbles out after licking the wound on your shoulder a few times. He sits up on his haunches to remove your pants and underwear, your kicks at him pitiful as your legs were effortlessly held in place. Once those were out of the way, you can feel his hot breath directly hitting your exposed cunt. You feel your face heating up from embarrassed horror as he buries his nose into it. A smothered moan leaves him, the vibrations causing you to moan as well. Leon rubs his face into your bare crotch, slick soaking his face, your moans spurring him on. After he had his fill of your scent, he aggressively laps at your cunt, his wide tongue able to cup the entirety of your vulva. He pulls his head away for a brief moment, staring at your pussy in awe.

“So good. Just as I thought…”

He stuffs his tongue deep into your opening and swirls his tongue around, the wet appendage making you shiver disgracefully from the pressure. The taste was making his cock jump and drool precum from arousal. One hand gripped your hip, leaving several scratches from his claws. The other hand was moved to your clit and rubbed harshly, and the combination from the pleasure of his tongue and the pain from his sharp nails teasing your clit causes you to orgasm shamefully fast. Any fight you have leaves you as your brain completely blanks out.

Leon laps up your fluids as you shake. After a few more licks that he savored, he moves back up to your neck. He licks a stripe from your bite wound to your nose. You grind on his crotch, which encourages him to line his painfully aroused cock at your entrance. You reach around and help guide the tip into you, and Leon slides right in. You let out a squeak as Leon immediately sets a fast and rough pace. The slaps of his thighs on your ass sounding incredibly lewd in contrast to the otherwise peacefully quiet park. Leon's cock reached deep inside of you, and the unique texture only enhanced your arousal. The tip of his tapered cock lightly tapped your cervix every time he shallowly thrusted into you, and your painfully clenching uterus causes your cunt to squeeze around Leon. The pain is too much, black spots filling your vision. Before you can pass out, you reach your second orgasm, and your spasming walls massage Leon's cock as he pistons in and out of you. The orgasm only delays your inevitable fainting spell, making you hypersensitive to every movement of Leon's body. Soon you feel something thick getting caught at your entrance with Leon's frantic thrusts. You're only faintly aware of what was about to happen, finally realizing what it was as Leon mutters about breeding you full of his pups. It's as if your head was dunked in a bucket of ice water, and you try to push Leon off of you with your trembling legs.

"L-Leon no! Don't knot me! Bad dog!" Your pleas are met with a growl and Leon pulling you back into him. What feels like a baseball stretches you open painfully, and you feel blistering hot fluid deep in your nether regions, each load making your pussy throb. Leon settles down and gives small, happy licks on your face, removing your tears. He maneuvers you and himself into a more comfortable position, and between his groans you can almost make out his praises for you for taking his knot so well.

You and Leon lay there on the park grounds in this compromising position, and had the knot not been pressing and pulsing directly on your g-spot you perhaps would've cared more about being naked from the waist-down with a dog stuck inside of you for who-knows-how long, and the amount of blood you are losing from the cuts (now more like lacerations) would likely need a medical professional to stitch then up. You suddenly feel exhausted, and Leon's warmth surrounding you inside and out allows you to finally pass out on the grass. You’re still asleep by the time Leon pops his knot out and admires your gaping cunt, before dragging you into the forest that is bordering the park's edge.

Guess you won't be making that vet appointment today.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #resident evil #this is my first properly tagged post lmaoooooo

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mommyghostface28 · 20 days

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i love the thought of you kidnapping me and then keeping me as your own pet. I'd be collared, leashed and you would put puppy ears on my head and a mouth gag so i learn that I'm not allowed to talk anymore without your permission just whine. (barking is where i draw the line btw, not my thing). at first I'd be scared therefore bratty with you but you'd earn my trust showing me that im not a stray dog anymore and i don't need to be scared of my new mommy. days go by sitting in the cage and learning to be a good girl for you. you'd teach me tricks, feed me by hand and then give me head pats as a reward. atp I'm always desperately waiting for you, wiggling my tail each time you come to play with me. like a good puppy girl does I'd always take your cock wherever you'd decide to put it. i have to be your little pup and take your stress away, don't i? ☺️ all i want is for you to fuck me mercilessly using all of my holes reminding me who's in charge. i want you to force my face in your pussy and keep me there by holding my neck or my leash. i want you to leave me crying and shaking at the end of the scene.

after you'd let me rest by your feet or in your arms covering my body in kisses and giving me praises for being such a good girl for you. maybe you would even let me sleep with you and not in my cage after you see how loyal and obedient I've become for you.

hiii🥺

i haven't really seen a lot of pet play stuff on your page, so i hope you like this🥺

boy, it's been a while since I've slipped into puppyspace but this morning this was the first thing i thought of

btw, how you been?🥰

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The minute I laid my eyes on you I know I had to have you. I wanted to take you home, so I did. You clearly need a good home, I can tell you need someone to pour so move love and attention into you. Of course when I bring you inside you look at me worried, unfamiliar with your surroundings. I pet your cheek, I let you sniff at my hand so you can remember the scent of your new mommy.

I ask if I can slip puppy ears on your head, you give me a shy, sweet nod. I can’t help by smile when I see how adorable you look in them. Still, you carry a look of weariness. I snap at me and try to bite at my hand when I reach for you, and mommy simply can’t have that kind of behavior. So I slip a gag in your mouth, meant to muzzle you. Puppies need to be trained, I can’t let them bite at the hands that will feed them.

I put you in your cage for timeout. If you can’t behave then I can’t let you roam the house freely just yet.

I come to the age to rub your cheeks and scratch your head lovingly. Anytime I do I can see how excited you are, your tail wags vigorously. As tricks I’ve taught you how to open your mouth, feeding you your favorite treats when you listen to me so well.

To test your skills, I tell you to open your mouth, kneeling I unzip my pants to pull my cock out. Your eyes immediately darting to it. You sit, leaning forward with your mouth open. I slip it into your mouth, your eyes meet mine. I rub your cheek through the cage, coaxing you sweetly.

I let you practice until your jaw is sore, impressed with how well you did I let you out of your cage so I can play with you Better. I let you lick and lap at my pussy while my hands are pulling at your leash to come closer. Occasionally reaching my hand up to rub your cute little ears.

After your puppy tongue has been properly used, I bend you over, grabbing you by your tail and lifting it up so I can see your pussy. I grip at your tail while I pound into you relentlessly.

Of course when we finish, I let you kneel at my feet like my loyal pup. Rubbing your cheek, petting your head and pressing sweet kisses to your lips. Peppering them all over your face. Scratching under your chin while I tell you how much I adore having you as my puppy girl. Mommys well behaved pet. 😘

Hi my comet anon! I was happy to see you back in my ask box! 🥰 I’m doing well! Busy as usual but nothing crazy. How are you doing? I hope well too! I very much enjoyed your story and I’d love to continue if you’d like. I don’t get to do much petplay so this was lovely ☺️

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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omg this was SO GOOD, dear author😭 the jealous person not realising that they're in reality only helping farmer to make mousey his spouse. how would the visit at farmer's home go? surely little mouse must see that farmer's house is a lot better than their dangerous little home. they will have everything they want here, somehow farmer suddenly have so many amazing products to make pastery that little mouse couldn't afford. and if that doesn't work? surely mousey isn't so heartless to leave him all alone on this huge farm? he has so much work, they surely doesn't want him to overwork himself to death. 😩

and if you don't mind dear author, can i be 💫 anon?

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did update the ending very slightly, just changed some wording but nothing too crazy. That's exactly what I was going for! Before this happened the reader was on edge with the farmer. They could tell, even subconsciously, that he had less than honest intentions. But with this whole situation they were forced into his arms, he stood up for them, protected them, practically admitting to being in love with them. It sends mouse right back to when they would wait by their mailbox for him to drive past so they could wave good morning to him or how they would rebake something over and over again just so it was perfect for him. The love-sick puppy in them is back with a vengeance.

I see mouse being in his truck with his denim jacket on, his scent enveloping them as they use the cuffs to wipe their nose or their eyes. (And if you're like me, can you imagine it being too big or long? and just being dwarfed in it?). The farmer is still a bit uncomfortable, neither has said anything since they got in the car and clearly mousey is still very upset. He does use this time to think of a plan. He was expecting a struggle or even a fight to get his little mouse in his arms. If he was a forgiving man would thank that cruel person for driving mouse into his arms. But he was not, so you can imagine what's gonna happen.

They finally arrive home (and because I am committing), his two working dogs run out from behind the house barking and yapping. Reader's met them before and loves them to death so they practically jump out of the truck to say hi to them. The farmer just grumbles cause he wanted to open their door like a gentleman :(

Pancho and Lefty are so excited to see Mouse again. They've been gone too long! Of course, they have ulterior motives and start sniffing around to see if they bought their favourite peanut butter doggy treats Mouse makes themself. They huff when they don't smell them.

"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" the farmer sooks, walking over to the three of you. He wants all your attention :(

"Don't listen to him. your daddy is being a meany. You deserve all the love and attention and to be spoilt rotten, 'cause you're both my handsome boys, the bestest boys ever" you whisper, patting the two kelpies.

Daddy? now that's something he likes the sound of maybe one day he can make you a momma (or not! I know EXACTLY where I want it to go but I know not everyone is into all that. )

either way, he's calling you inside with a frown on his face. He deserves to be your handsome boy, your bestest boy ever, not those two butt lickers outside.

You give a small sigh when you come inside. You've never been inside his house before. You wanted to, desperately, but he just never invited you in. Now you're sitting on his bed in his jacket, while he looks through his closet. It's only 10am in the morning but clearly, he's expecting you to stay the night cause he's grabbing house clothes/pj's for you. An old shirt of his and some old boxers. He hopes to god you don't notice the hole in the back of the boxers where he can see your underwear.

You try and tell the farmer that you're only planning on staying a little while (until you stop crying at the drop of a hat) but as soon as you say it, lightning strikes. The sky darkens and the wind howls.

"You ain't going nowhere while it's storming like this"

"I live like a minute-"

"I don't care, your staying"

So you stay the night.

Only to wake to your house burnt to the ground. Luckily everything important and your own bedroom are in an offshoot of the cottage where the fire didn't spread to. But the main bulk of the house is ruined.

But thank goodness the farmer is more than happy to let you stay at his till you find somewhere else.

However, it's really hard to find an appropriate house in such a small town and large county, but the farmer is more than welcome! Just stay with him! Rent free! Just keep cooking like you do and you can stay for as long as you would like.

This man is desperate for Mouse to be his little spouse. So you can bet your bottom dollar he starts treating them as such (murder, manifest, manipulate). Coming in after a long day and practically begging for a massage, cooing to his darlin' how they have magic hands, how he's so lucky to have them, how he would be lost without them cooking for him, taking care of him, making sure he ain't working himself to death.

After a few months he's got reader trained and everything, got them rubbing his shoulder (and feet, ew), packing him lunches for when he gets stuck outside, doing his laundry, sewing his clothes, fussing over him and treating him like a little homemaker would.

But then Mousey is talking about another little cottage down the way that's selling, how they don't wanna be in his hair anymore. How he probably wants his own space back. That's when he lays it on thick. Going on and on about how they can't leave the farm, Pancho and Lefty are going to miss you too much, how he'll probably starve without you, how he'll be so lonely without you.

So you stay, of your own accord. Which is really lucky for you, cause plan b stands for Plan Barn.

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Of course, you may! I'm on my laptop at the moment, so may I call you anon Nova as well?

#farmer yandere #yandere farmer #gn reader #yandere x reader #farmer oc #nova :)

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cheemscakecat · 3 months

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Dumb AU idea

Spy ends up raising Scout from a young age… Because they’re both werewolves and he had to be rescued from the sect of monster hunters.

Jeremy didn’t like the bad people; they always wore those stupid freakin black hoods and told him to shut up. They took him away from Ma when he was late coming home one night and transformed.

It wasn’t fair; he didn’t hurt anybody as a wolf. Ma said it was only bad werewolves that bit people and ate their animals. But they kept talking about him like he ate another kid, and like he would be happy if he did.

They didn’t smell right. It had been a month since he’d been taken here to this dungeon by these monster hunters. It was too dark all the time, there weren’t any windows. He was only 7, what was he gonna do if the moonlight did transform him? Bark? He was really sick and pale. And he felt like layin down all the time. But they didn’t try to fix it, and they got mad if he started talking. The fat one kicked him one day.

They called themselves strong, called themselves hunters. Who keeps a werewolf puppy in a dark cage and watches him all the time? If they were so important, why didn’t they go after grown ups that were hurtin people? New ones kept showing up, but the old ones didn’t leave. And of course, they wouldn’ta told him nothin if he tried to ask. They wouldn’t tell him what happened to Ma and his brothers.

Jeremy hoped they were ok, the others weren’t werewolves so they mighta been let go if the bad guys took them to the police. The bad guys all left the hallway for a while. It was their dinner time. It really sucked that they didn’t share that food, it was one of the things he could still smell right. Bet they hada lot of money too.

Somebody walked into the hall, alone. The bad guy was really tall and skinny, and Jeremy couldn’t see him under the hood. He smelled like smoke, and smoke meant fire. Jeremy didn’t like fire, the bad guys burned people up too much. The monster hunter got real close to the cage and made him nervous. He shuffled to the back of the cage and glared up at the man. They could always poke him or shake the cage around if he got too angry, but this way he couldn’t get kicked.

The monster hunter kneeled down and stuck his hand in the cage. Jeremy snarled and got small again; he didn’t trust these guys, they’d been mean to him already. The bad guy stopped for a minute, then patted his head.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you. But I need you to be very quiet and stay next to me, okay?” He stared up in confusion. The hooded tall guy unlocked the cage and opened it for him. “I’m here to get you out.” Jeremy scooted forward and tried to stand up, but he got real dizzy and fell. The man held onto him and mumbled something that sounded funny. Like it wasn’t English. “Hold on a moment.” The tall man said.

He took off his monster hunter robe, and Jeremy could see what he looked like. The stranger had a hooked nose and black hair with a little grey in some places. And he was wearing baggy red clothes. He pulled off his vest, and it wasn’t a vest at all. It was a big red bag with two straps. He picked Jeremy up and put him in the bag. He frowned, not sure whether to trust the new stranger or not.

“It is going to be okay, I won’t let them keep you here anymore.” And then he put the bag back on, leaving the ugly black hood on the floor. “I- I smell people-” Jeremy tried to warn the stranger, but the bad men had returned. They were all around.

“You. Who are you, you dirty infiltrator?” The mean fat one pointed. The strange tall man didn’t look real bothered. “Someone you’d like to treat just as badly as this little child. If you monster hunting pigs have any sense, you’ll let me take the boy.” “And why should we give a disgusting werewolf to a spy in our ranks? What makes you think you can just walk out with our quarry?” The tall man took a step forward, staring at the bad guys. “Tell me, what made you double and triple your numbers these past weeks? Surely such skilled men are capable of detaining an untrained child.” A few of the bad guys grumbled. Jeremy almost felt like laughing at them. Almost.

The bad hunter man with all the silver on his hood stepped forward with his dumb metal stick. “That is no common werewolf from this country. That is a European Dire.” The stranger just crossed his arms and said nothing. “Ugh, since you are clearly an uncouth hired nuisance, I may as well explain. A European Direwolf is a horrible, savage animal from the old country that willingly hunts humans. A werewolf version is-“

“More powerful than the wolves of America, bloodthirsty, incapable of controlling itself, evil, demonic.. Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before.” The bad people paused. They moved like they were trying to see if the stranger was really strong. “Why do you know this?” The stick man sounded mad. “I’m from Europe, it’s not exactly a big secret like it is here.” So the tall man was from all the way in Europe? Jeremy wondered how many other monsters were really strong there. “In any case, you abusive animals have been tormenting this boy who does not belong to you, and I’m leaving with him either way. Move or die, I don’t care.”

All the bad guys got real huffy about that and drew their swords and things from under their robes. Jeremy gulped. Did the tall man have backup? Where were his weapons? “Silence, you insolent mercenary! You are guilty of infiltration and tampering with a high level quarry! Surrender and we may spare you your life.” The tall man put Jeremy’s bag on the floor and patted him on the head again. At least he knew surrender wasn’t gonna happen, which was relievin. Then the stranger stood up to face them.

“You are the one who is insolent, head of Boston Guild. You do not fear the child. You fear the wolf who fathered the child and the rest of the pack.” The hooded people got ready to fight, and there were like 25 of them so Jeremy wasn’t sure how one guy was gonna beat them. Tall man chuckled. “Evidently not enough to call upon your European faction. They may have stood a chance here.” “What makes you so sure, mercenary?” Fat man grumbled. The stranger took off his shirt and popped his neck by pushing on his head, not caring about their words. He stared them down.

“Woof woof.” And with that, the tall man turned into a big black and white wolf. Jeremy stared at him in awe. His baggy pants were just the right size to fit him and his fluffy tail as a werewolf. All the bad guys started yelling and freakin out. “D-d-d DIREWOLF!” Fatty screamed. “It’s impossible! How did he transform inside?!” Some of the bad men tried to attack the big werewolf, but he knocked three of them into the wall with his tail and clawed two coming over from the other side. He stared at the fancy stick guy. “ATTACK THE BEAST, HUNTERS. DO NOT LET HIM ESCAPE INTO THE CITY!”

Like the wind, the grown up werewolf took out all the hunters but the fancy one. He ran away like a coward after telling them what to do. They tried swinging their heavy swords, maces and battle axes, but the big wolf was too skinny and fast for them to aim at the right spot. He bit-ed a few of them in half and threw the candle ch-handle-ear on about 6 of them. Fatty ran to the dining room as fast as his legs would take him, and the big wolf followed, grinning real furious like.

“Weren’t you the one who liked kicking Jeremy for crying?” From the hallway, the boy heard the big wolf say that and then the ugly scream that followed. When he walked back into the hall, his back foot claws were all bloody. The little boy looked up at him excitedly. “Wow! You really got all’a them, Mr! Thanks a lot!” He thought real hard. “But how did you know my name?” The big wolf looked a little sad. He lay down and let Jeremy look at his face real good.

They had the same marking on their face and ears. Hey, didn’t Ma say… “Dad?” “I’m so sorry Jeremy. I thought you took after your mother. I never would have left you two here to be hunted by these bad people if I had known..”

“DAD!” The seven year old buried his little face in Spy’s fur and giggled. “That was so cool… Wait! Ma! We gotta go find Ma!” He sounded panicked. “Don’t worry, I’ve got friends on the case.” Dad wolf put the bag on his back, and the straps fit just right.

The Head Monster Hunter ran outside, calling for the townsfolk’s attention. “THE WEREWOLF WOMAN! BRING ME THE- the-“ She was already there with 8 monsters of various shapes and sizes.

There was a Red and black Dragonborne, and a maniacal vampire, a- an Australian elf! Giant Siberian Ogre, a Shortfurred Plains Bigfoot wearing a soldier’s helmet as a trophy, a Scottish Seabeast, and a poisonous Texan Arachnecentaur!

The Direwolf strolled out of the dungeon with the child on his back and nodded to the other beasts. He locked eyes with the woman. “Are you hurt?” “Naw. Your friends made sure’ a that.” “Woah Dad, you got so many friends! What kinda monsters are you, you guys look cool!” The restless baby werewolf had transformed, seeing as it was night, and was fussily shifting around in his holding bag. His golden and white fur was fluffy and sticking up from the static.

The Arachnecentaur took the child and gave it back to the mother, who sat down on the Ogre’s hand and pet the puppy’s tummy. “Thank you gentlemen. I’ll be along shortly, there’s just one more loose end to tie up.” And those were the last words said before the child was walked out of eyesight and his father tore the head hunter apart with his teeth.

#tf2 #dadspy #alternate universe #monster au #Thats not a trophy he’s a soldier darn you!

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propertyofkylar · 4 months

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more (m) eden and (gn) puppy pc thoughts because @nopecho infiltrated my brain and now i cant stop thinking about it.

when you first come back to the cabin, crying and apologizing for your new wolf ears and tail, eden is furious.

but after a bit, he decides - all right, you wanna fuck wolves? then act like a dog.

gets you a new collar with a personalized nametag. keeps you tight on your leash - you can’t go anywhere without him like when you first met him, and now you have to sleep in a kennel. if you complain, he tells you only good dogs get bed privileges, and you need to prove yourself first.

starts training you. makes sure you know how to sit and stay. leaves your lead tied to a post when he goes hunting.

and every night, eden makes you his bitch. if you want to be a good dog, you have to do exactly as he says.

after a while of this, he decides he can trust you. so, he starts loosening the leash a bit. starts bringing you to hunt with him so you can help sniff out prey. gives you treats for behaving well. lots of head pats and chin scratches. he likes seeing your tail wag :)

he lets you get on the furniture again. eden loves it when you snuggle up next to him on the couch while he reads, absently scratching your ears as your head rests in his lap.

pls feel free to share thoughts on this. it’s my new obsession

#dol #nica's headcanons #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #ughhhh can’t stop thinking about this

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doesntseemfxir · 2 years

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𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: we can all thank @caroldantops for this fic because one day they reminded me of 60s!Wanda eating a cookie at Dottie's PTA cult and my brain went to this

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; all fluff tbh, there's quick mentions of R wanting to be a sneaky little shit later, but that's it; just... soft happy Wanda and a lot of kisses

words: 1.8k

summary: my soul to keep AU; When Wanda suggests an afternoon picnic lunch, you bring her your favorite cookies. Maybe her happiness makes you confess something you'd planned to keep a secret... it's all her fault.

my soul to keep series.

“What’s that?”

Wanda was peering over to the side of you, quick eyes having spotted your surprise for her before you could shield it again. You’d wrapped the plate of them under a cloth and packed them as gently as you could, but with all of your other food spread out on the blanket in front of the two of you, Wanda couldn’t help but notice you’d hidden something away.

The picnic was her idea, suggesting you take advantage of the nice day with a walk and a lunch outside. You’d agreed of course, unable to resist the idea of meeting up with her when she’d asked so nicely, and told Wanda you’d see her later with food fit for a proper afternoon out. You hadn’t mentioned that you’d stopped by your favorite bakery to pick up cookies you’d wanted to have her try for a long time.

“It’s a cookie, silly.” You picked one up to show it to her, watching her face light up at the intricate designs made with icing on the top. She reached out to grab it, but you pulled it away just in time. Yes, the cookies were for her, but you wanted to give them to her yourself. “Ah ah, did you finish your lunch?”

Wanda held up the cloth napkin that had held her sandwich, showing nothing but bread crumbs left over. She did have a tendency to skip over food for sweets you’d found; as soon as you’d caught on, you were quick to try to set her right. It certainly wasn’t easy, but with the proper motivations -such as cookies- you’d persuaded her many times. “I finished it ages ago! And what’s a picnic without a proper dessert?”

The accompanying puppy dog eyes weren't necessary, but it did sway you to ignore the baby carrots she was obviously trying to hide with her calf. “Come here,” As soon as you pat your lap, Wanda was clamoring over, settling a leg on the outside of each of your thighs and scooting up until she was mere inches from you. “Someone’s eager, the cookies aren’t going anywhere, Wands.”

“With my luck, you’d eat them before I could come over and these are the prettiest cookies I’ve ever seen! I think I’ve earned the right to be excited!” She reached for the sweet again, but you held it high above her grasp, taking a little too much joy in watching her slump down and pout. You thought of making a joke at her sadness, questioning if you’d ever keep her from something so close she could touch, but then you remembered what exactly you were keeping from her and thought better of opening that door today.

“Ask nicely and you’ll get it.” Anyone else you knew would easily overtake you to snatch the cookie from your hand; it wasn’t as if you had a tight grip on the thing, you just happened to be holding it up. But because Wanda actually settled and considered doing as you said… that’s why you’d even bothered with it.

Your after lunch treat was savoring how adorably obedient your angel could be.

“May I please have a cookie?” The request lingered in the air as you pretended to ponder, only cracking a smile when Wanda’s bottom lip started to quiver. Poor dear, you’d bought the cookies specifically for her and she could’ve taken them any time had she tried. “Pretty please?”

“Of course! Let me feed it to you? I don’t want you getting messy.” You fully expected her to draw a line there, insist she be handed the cookie, anything but give her shy nod of yes. Either she really would do anything for the treat currently or she didn’t mind the thought of you doing everything short of chewing for her— from what you’d seen of your behavior, you assumed it was a bit of both.

Wanda opened her mouth just enough for you to place the edge of the cookie on her lips and as she took her first bite, you shoved down the voice in your head reminding you to have your fingers there instead later on. Her eyes lit up as soon as the sweet taste of the icing hit her tongue and her happy wiggles as she swallowed left you wishing you’d somehow known to record the moment. “It’s good? You like it?”

“So good, do you have these all the time?” Truly Wanda had never tasted anything so delicious and she wondered if eating food from your realm was so sugary because it was considered sinful. For the first time, she couldn’t find it in her to be worried; nothing this good could rightfully be shunned as off-limits for anyone.

She stuck her tongue out for another piece, a request you granted readily if only to continue her little happy dance atop your lap. “The bakery is open regularly, yes, but I only get these on special occasions.”

Wanda nodded as you continued to feed her the cookie, taking a cursory glance at where the rest of the sweets lay and counting them quickly. There were at least four she could see, but she doubted you’d let her eat them all now. Maybe if she was smart enough, she could sneak an extra one before bed. “What’s the special occasion today?”

“Oh… well-” Lying crossed your mind briefly. She’d believe whatever you told her surely; you could easily say it was your birthday or some other day she’d never actually check up on. But as Wanda humbly chomped away at the bits of cookie you kept offering her, all you wanted to do was tell her why you’d really made your quick side quest. “I suppose the occasion is you.”

“Me?” That made Wanda stop, staring hard at the last remnants of her dessert and then to you. “Why me?”

There was no one else around, not a single soul besides Wanda to bear witness to how much softness you were about to expose. That’s the only reason you did it. “Because this picnic was your idea and I… think it was an idea as cute as you are. These are my favorite cookies in the whole world and I hoped sharing them would make you smile.”

The longer you talked, the quieter your voice went, losing your nerve as you watched wide green eyes process what you were saying. By the end you’d fully shrunk back against the tree behind you, trying to hide. Wanda was having none of it. “Awwwwww! You wanted to make me happy!”

“I always want you to be happy, I’m not a psychopath-”

“No no, but you’re trying to be nice to me!” Wanda surged forward, wrapping you in a hug tight enough you thought you’d choke. The small bit she pulled back didn’t help much because she was on you again in an instant, kissing your lips repeatedly until you too could taste baked goods on them. “You decided to be sweet today, you’re adorable. Thank you!”

You grumbled, but you didn’t try to push her away. If anyone asked you’d deny it and set them ablaze, but Wanda’s frenzied affection was always a favorite of yours. In the past few weeks, you’d been on the receiving end more often and strangely, instead of brushing her off, you found yourself wanting to bring it out of her more and more. Maybe it actually was impossible to resist an angel’s advances. “I am not adorable. And anyways, we’re talking about you so let’s just… focus on you.”

“I do appreciate the cookies, but I’m nothing special. You know that.” Wanda’s gentle head shake, her nervous chuckle to try to brush off any discussion turned towards her, that made you more irate than anything. She was gorgeous, anyone could see that, and even more so Wanda was just so good that it hurt.

Sweeter than any cookie or cake, Wanda Maximoff was the best being you’d ever set your sights on. You wanted her to know that, to feel how worthy of everything you thought she was. Thankfully, you were painfully stubborn and had all the time in the world.

“What a naive little girl you are,” Messy fingers cupped her cheeks after you gave her the last bite of the pastry, rubbing your thumbs slowly over her perfect skin as she chewed hesitantly. “You are perfect and precious and oh so irresistibly cute.” As Wanda swallowed, you gave her cheeks a bit of a squish, nothing too hard but enough to purse her lips enough for you to quickly kiss. “Most importantly, you’re mine. That means if I say we’re having a day for you, I mean it.”

The last statement shone a glimmer through Wanda’s eyes, perking up with the idea of being yours. Nothing bad would ever happen to her if you allowed her to stay by your side and, contrary to all she’d been taught, she liked wherever you were miles more than home. You must’ve caught on to her excitement because Wanda watched your gentle smile stretch into a grin; she knew that look as you being up to something, but she could never figure out what.

“You like being mine, sweetheart? Does that make you happy?” Wanda nodded her confirmation quickly, the soft glow on her features reassuring her actions. “Good because you’re all mine to hold and squeeze, and give cookies to whenever I’d like.” The brunette easily let you continue squishing her face, giggling each time you booped her nose with your fingertip. “My darling girl.”

“Only if I can stay yours forever…” Commitment was not your strong suit, not in the slightest. There was a reason why you never had a long-term partner and it was by design. Keeping everything surface level was historically better all around for you, but you had a hard time denying that hopeful face in front of you anything. “And if I can have that juice?”

Even that. You’d deal with her hyperactivity later, for now, why not? “Of course, baby doll.” Raising the cup to her lips like you had with the cookie, you pulled it away before the liquid could overflow and chuckled at the faint line of purple now on her cupid’s bow. “I’ve tried my best and somehow you still ended up messy. What am I going to do with you?”

Wanda sat still as you wiped stray crumbs and juice from the corners of her mouth, watching how focused you’d become in cleaning her off. And you wanted to insist that you weren’t adorable… Wanda didn’t believe it for a second. “Keep me forever? You promised!”

“I never promised.” Somehow her white dress had survived all courses of lunch, but with the way Wanda was staring down the remainder of purple liquid in your cup, you were a bit concerned it wouldn’t be so lucky for much longer. Maybe you really had signed up to take care of her for eternity. “Come on, let’s get you home. If you help me pack up, I’ll give you another cookie.”

#my soul to keep au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #motts writes dark fic.#motts writes.#doesntseemfxir #maximotts

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