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kafkaoftherubble · 8 months ago

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Okay. Bruh, not gonna lie. Seeing these OC Ask Game(s)'s answers really intrigued me. Kinda makes me wanna play them too, but I don't have any OCs...

Except whatever the fuck Lyn of 2014 or 2015 haphazardly made up, with the more barebones characterization...

OC's Name

Huayin's name is normal and plausible. It has a very feminine and literary quality, though, so it's a name you'll typically see in novels, manhua, or video games (or trashy media). If someone heard another person with a name like Huayin, they will think their parents have gotta be some kinda poet or artist.

Guen: you already know what I thought about "Guen." Is it pronounced "Gwen?"

Haru: The first fucking name I could think of is fucking "Felix." This only reminds me of Dimitri's complicated best friend, Felix, who's a tsundere. If you're fishing for Chinese name, there's 宝瑞 (Baorui), which was really us attempting to give Byleth (of Fire Emblem Three Houses) a Chinese name that reflects their personality and sounds believable back then. It means "treasured prosperity" ("treasure, precious" + "good luck, fortune").

Any person they really give a damn about

There is no way you just teased this "kind older brother figure," whom both Huayin and Guen like/care about, and then said nothing. I DEMAND LORE.

Guen and Huayin have a distinctive codependent mutualism going on there, don't they? Reminds me of Emoshiki and Hikaru's dynamic, especially before the two got around better with each other.

Haru is steadily approaching a class of characters I shan't reveal until later.

What do they do best?

Here's where I find Guen perplexing. She's more socially-adjusted than Huayin, and is a lot more popular and well-liked. She's also a people-fixer, according to her string of romances with an unfortunately needy, masochistic tone.

And yet she's actually "not good at understanding people."

In that case, how did she know how to fix people/get people/make people like her while simultaneously "not understanding them?"

Not saying it's impossible or illogical, because I know at least one person who seems to be like this (I see them in passing when I walk by very polished store windows). But it's probably a good area to explore to flesh out those causes and effects.

What originally inspired the OC?

Huayin is JUST YOUR TSUNDERE-LOVING ASS SHOWING, BRO. Like dude this is so ASUKA. Like you better not let me see Asuka holding big ass sword. Wait, she held a big ass battle ax last night! (This morning).

What genre do they belong in?

OH MY GOD. That TikTok series?! Seriously?! Does Haru have a twin brother born SEVERAL FUCKING HOURS LATER after a car crash?! Maybe Haru should just be named Prajna!

However, his traits are stacking up... shaping him to become a member of that class.

The "My Sister Will Love this Dude" Class!

earnest

smart (likes studying)

likes make-up and fashion

shonen as fuck

goodest boy with grandpa and sister

popular with people (including girls)

originally Alma-looking, which is what my sister will lap up.

Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Well, you know how I feel about Huayin and Guen!

Haru's one-sided rivalry with Huayin is just so shonen and endearing? Bruh this dude is gonna be my bias soon enough.

Them looks

Huayin looks so unamused in her latest incarnation it's seriously funny ahhahahahhah. Please, Huayin in a hanfu or changshan (male counterpart to a qipau) or in a qipau?

Guen's hair is so wispy I thought it was some ribbon. She looks like she can be played by Tilda Swinton or your favorite uncanny-valley girl, Anya Taylor-Joy.

Are those acnes on Haru's face? ARE THOSE TRAFFIC LIGHT EARRING OH MY GOD. WHAT IS THIS, REMEMBERING THE CAR ACCIDENT FROM HIS BABYHOOD? AHAHHAHAHHA

I can actually see Hikaru in the last picture!

Okay, this is the shit I need in order to learn about your "mystery choices"!

For ALL "Kickass Sword", "Lyn Bait," and "Besto Furrendo":

✨, 🌺 (or just any person they really give a damn about), 🎹, 🎯, 🧊, 🍀, 🌂, 🧠, 🍩.

It's not part of the ask, but I lowkey wanna see how they look like for 🧊, if you have a sample!

Okay, I feel like I torture you enough this way.

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Mystery choice #1: Huayin (花音). I don't need to explain what it means to you... I wanted her to have a very gentle, pretty name at odds with her personality. And for some reason, I've always associated her with flowers. Let me know what impression it gives you! Is it a common name? Or does it sound like something really flashy a main character would be called.

Mystery choice #2: It's Guen, short for Guenevere. In Arthurian legend, Queen Guinevere is married to the king, but she grows disillusioned with him and has an affair with one of his knights. Her name comes from the word for "white" in Welsh. Guen is some type of albino, so it seemed fitting.

Mystery choice #3: Haru. It was just supposed to be Hilal's cheesy nickname for him but I used it as a placeholder for too long and now nothing else sounds right. I'm taking suggestions!! I want to find a name that means something auspicious, like "precious" or "good fortune." Because his grandpa named him with love.

🌺 Do they have any love interest(s)? -> or just any person they really give a damn about

Huayin: The person she likes the most (the only person she likes) is the guy who's letting her and Guen stay at his place. He's like a kind older brother figure. She thinks that strangers take advantage of his kindness (by moving in with him, for instance), so she's always looking out for him and then denying that she cares! Besides that, she also cares about Guen. Though it's not the affectionate kind of care. "The opposite of hate is indifference." Because Huayin has strong (negative or positive) feelings about Guen, she undeniably gives a damn.

Guen: Same as Huayin. The guy they're staying with is someone who has all the qualities she wants to emulate, so she holds a lot of respect for him. In addition to that, she has a constant stream of shitty boyfriends who she breaks up with as soon as they get less shitty. She attracted to them because they make her feel needed, so when she's not "needed" anymore she breaks up with them. For the same reason, she'll never cut ties with Huayin because in her eyes, Huayin will always need to be fixed.

Haru: He loves and feels indebted to the people in his family who took care of him growing up: his grandpa and his older sister. He has a confidant who lives inside his head, who he shares everything with. He has a lot of romantic interests too: a childhood sweetheart, a girl who he starts dating in the middle of an existential crisis, and Hilal, who's also his best friend. The problem is, all of these people who he cares about have conflicting interests. He can only prioritize one.

🎹 Do they have any hobbies?

Huayin: She just does chores or trains.

Guen: She likes gaming in her free-time.

Haru: He's into fashion, and makeup. He also studies a lot.

🎯 What do they do best?

Huayin: She's good at fighting, because while she's moving she doesn't have to think about complicated things (like emotions and moral quandaries) and just focus on getting the job done. It's satisfying to land a clean hit—she relishes in it, so she has an incentive to keep getting better.

Guen: She's also good at fighting. But unlike Huayin, it's a natural talent and she detests it. She would much rather find a peaceful resolution than use physical force. Unfortunately, she sucks at that because she doesn't really understand other people.

Haru: From his perspective, he doesn't have a stand-out skill. But he's actually quite good at negotiations. He's got a mix of logic and genuine emotion that's really convincing. I guess he's best at just being human and trying hard.

🧊 Is their current design the first one?

Huayin: Surprisingly, yeah. Usually I have to reinvent my OCs several times over, but in both looks and personality she's stayed almost completely the same.

Guen: She was originally shorter than Huayin, and she had fluffy, light blue hair. Now she's taller, and her hair is white blonde and very fine. I think her features have slowly morphed over the years... She used to be a trans guy too, but I changed it.

Haru: I can't even remember what he originally looked like. That's how different it is. I think he used to look kind of like Alma? Very typical shounen protag.

🍀 What originally inspired the OC?

Huayin: I wanted to draw a main character. Someone with an "I am the protagonist," "the world revolves around me" mentality. The kind of main character who starts out with significant flaws, but gradually improves throughout the course of the story. That's Huayin.

Guen: I needed someone to fill the role of Huayin's reluctant but steadfast companion. And so, Guen was created. She had to be someone who would actually stay by Huayin's side, so a lot of her character traits were determined by necessity.

Haru: ...This is embarrassing. During my shounen phase in high school, I did a lot of daydreaming about the "best friend/rival to traitor" trope that appears in practically every shounen action story. I kind of wanted to see characters in a similar setting who subverted it! Haru initially came out of that.

🌂 What genre do they belong in?

Huayin: Action! One of those edgy, "dark" stories where the main character's lack of morals is what the fans love about them.

Guen: Like a slow, slice of life where some sad person from the city moves to a farm and learns to live their life and be happy.

Haru: Family drama. You know, like Downtown Abbey and stuff? Or that new TikTok series The Mother of Twins, Wins. Have you heard of it? Those plots about socialites fighting over who's getting the inheritance. If it was his decision, he would be in a fairy tale.

🧠 What do you like most about the OC?

Huayin: She has moments where she does what no one else is willing to do, which I think is pretty cool. On a deeper level, I like how she chases after what she thinks she wants, and it leads her away from what she actually needs.

Guen: She reacts strongly to little details most people wouldn't notice or care about. That means she gets upset easily, but she also gets really happy about things that seem inconsequential.

Haru: He's very earnest. Even though he thinks that's his biggest weakness, he's even earnest in his desire to stop being earnest. He acts secretive but he can't hide the emotions on his face. It's cute!

🍩 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Huayin: Guen, obviously. Someone like Huayin, who's spent her whole life trying to be strong and who's never mattered to anyone, doesn't take kindly to some stranger sticking onto her like glue and telling her to change her entire life. To Huayin, Guen's optimism is idealistic and fake—and therefore, a pointless lie. It stings to see how much other people adore Guen for the things Huayin thinks are bullshit. It just doesn't line up with Huayin's reality at all, so she spends all her energy trying to prove that she's right and Guen's wrong. Because the notion that she genuinely matters to someone is just... unbelievable.

Guen: ↑ The feeling is mutual. Huayin constantly forces Guen to question her belief that humans are fundamentally good. She's the only person who's able to make Guen genuinely angry. It's not obvious when she's not around Huayin, but Guen has her own stubborn streak. In her mind, if she gave up on making Huayin a better person, it would be like she lost at something. Despite all of this, she calls Huayin her friend. She claims it's because she can see how good Huayin could be if she actually tried, but... deep down maybe it's because even when Huayin's at her worst, Guen feels like the best version of herself when they're together.

Haru: Although like I mentioned earlier, the first iterations of Haru and Hilal were rivals, that aspect of their friendship is much less present than it used to be. Now, rather than competing with each other directly, they're both jealous of what the other one has. Haru has a lot of other people to compete with: there's his sister who's a much better leader and strategist than he could ever hope to be, and there's his childhood crush I mentioned earlier. They used to share everything as kids, but they've gone in separate directions. There's also Huayin! She just finds Haru irritating and untrustworthy, but he respects her skills and wants to prove that he's better than her. It's a one-sided rivalry.

That's it! I have some sketches of what they look like, but before you see them I want to hear your impressions! Based on the information I've given you so far, how do you think they look? It'll help me gauge how well their designs convey their personalities.

The sketch on top is a lot older than the others. You can see how Huayin's face is much sharper in the later iterations. Her expression is also a lot sharper. Maybe the first one can be from when she was younger, or something.

This is the most recent thing here, so this is the most up to date reference for what Huayin and Guen look like. You wouldn't know about it from the way they talk about each other, but they're pretty close.

Guen overheats easily. The bigass hat is a recent addition, I think she would probably keep her face covered in public.

You can tell how old Haru is by the state of his hair and how much of the light has left his eyes. I noticed when I was practicing drawing 'Hikaru' that his face actually looks a lot Haru's. Maybe you can't tell from these sketches, but I thought it was funny.

#i feel like haru is third-wheeling this ask.#<- shonen protags gotta do that shit sometimes.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years ago

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who's a good boy? {ralph x reader}

{summary} you give ralph a very special present after his birthday party.

{word count} 7.4k

{warnings} SMUT (18+ ONLY), sub!ralph and soft dom!reader, ruined orgasm, handjob, pillow humping, oral sex f receiving, unprotected sex, titty sucking, light(?) pet play, collaring, 'puppy' pet name and 'ma'am' title, very slight/implied? foot fetish, dom/sub dynamics, fluff, angst but it all works out, mention of an arranged marriage, mention of cousin marriage (sorry guys lol), reader smokes a cigarette, reader has eldest daughter syndrome, ralph is the goodest boy, taking the "golden retriever boyfriend" trope to a whole new level

You'd had quite a time watching Ralph at his party— he was so full of energy, bouncing off the walls in between chatting with his guests and dancing to the music. You could barely keep up with him, even when he dragged you to the dancefloor to join him; "Don't you wanna dance with the birthday boy?" he winked at you, and you could hardly say no to that.

Now that you knew, it was obvious— of course Ralph had a puppy side, just look at the man scampering all around his own party like he couldn't decide what to do next! But even if it was clear to you now, you hadn't always realized it. You'd known him for years, but only had the privilege of seeing that side of him properly almost a year ago.

See, Ralph was an old friend, and when you were visiting London you typically stayed with him and his sister in their estate. Living with someone, even as a guest, means you run the risk of catching them in a compromising situation.

Still, you never imagined finding Ralph in your bedroom one afternoon, humping your pillow.

It was quite a sight, his hands holding on tight to the white downy cloud, his face flushed pink and his mouth parted with a gasp as he rocked his hips. He had his trousers pulled down enough for his bare arse to be exposed to you, which made you giggle, which made him shriek and tumble off the bed in surprise.

You narrowed your eyes as you waited for him to come back out, but there was a long silence. "Ralph? Are you back there?" you asked gently as you stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"...No," he answered back pitifully, and you smiled as you tilted your head.

"It's okay," you promised, "I was just going to ask what you were doing in my room. Can you stop hiding now?"

His head started to hesitantly appear from the other side of the mattress, his eyes big and wet and blinking at you quickly. "How… how long were you standing there?" he wondered quietly.

"Long enough," you promised, and he whined. "Will you tell me what you were doing?"

He pouted slightly as he rested his chin on your duvet. "I was…" he sighed, shutting his eyes tight. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay!" you promised. "Can you just say it?"

"I was… rubbing myself… o-on your pillow."

The poor boy had gone beet red, poor thing. Not that you could blame him, it was quite the situation to be caught in. "Thank you for telling me," you offered. "What were you doing such a silly thing for?"

"I was— well, I felt a little… strange all day," he explained. "It's just that… being around you, sometimes I… oh, I can't help it!"

You chuckled as he crinkled up his nose with a frown.

"I just— you know that I adore you!" he continued. "I've said as much a thousand times. And I came here to tell you again! But I was feeling so… a-and your pillow, it smelled just like you, it smelled like your hair, and I…"

You stepped closer to the bed, and he looked up at you before darting his eyes away again. "What a naughty boy," you chided, hearing him whimper through his teeth. "Is that what you do when you're feeling worked up, Ralph? You wander about the house and hump whatever you can find, like a bad puppy?"

And that was when you knew. Because you'd only meant it as a joke— as an apt comparison!— but his mouth fell open and he started really panting.

You smiled wide. "Oh, you are…" you sighed. "Come on, why don't you come out here and have a talk with me?"

"L-let me get my trousers back on—"

"That won't be necessary," you insisted firmly, and there was a pause before he hesitantly stood up and stepped closer to you. "You're not going to bring your new friend?"

You pointed to the pillow he'd left on the floor, and he bit his lip as he stooped down and picked it up, holding it to cover himself as he approached you. "I-I hope I haven't offended you…" he whispered.

"Not at all," you nodded. "Unless you've stained my pillow. Have you?"

He swallowed and looked to the side. "Erm…"

"Show me," you demanded.

He shakily turned the pillow around, and you smiled at the sight of a small wet patch by the middle. Your stomach jumped imagining his cock leaking that onto the silk, and you dragged your finger over it.

"All because it smelled like me, huh?" you prompted, and he nodded.

"You smell divine," he explained, "and it only made me think of how pretty you are when you sleep—"

"How would you know that?"

He froze up. "I— well, it's— only once—"

You laughed, and he shut his mouth quickly. "Come on, Ralphie, show me your problem."

"What?"

"Take the pillow away, let me see."

He made a face like he was going to protest, but then he was tucking the pillow under his arm and leaving his open trousers exposed— his cock red from the lack of attention, leaking all over his ginger patch of hair, curling up to his stomach and the trail following beneath his belly button. Poor thing.

"How long have you been like this?" you asked.

"F-feels like ever since you arrived," he mumbled. "Every time you visit, it gets like this. I mean— of course that's not the only time. But when I think of you… it doesn't want to go away."

"Would you like me to help?" you offered.

He looked stunned, you even saw him stop breathing, but he nodded eagerly. "I-if you'd like to…"

You reached forward and wrapped your hand around him at the base, and instantly he tried to rock his hips against your hand. "No, you've gotta stay still," you ordered.

"Y-yes— I'm sorry," he sighed. You began with slow, long strokes, watching his foreskin slide up a bit over his head and then move back down. "Oh, your hands are so soft," he whimpered, "I knew they would be. I knew it."

"You imagined this?" you presumed, and he nodded quickly.

"Every time I touched myself— I pretended it was you touching me. But your hands feel so much nicer…"

You smiled a bit and stroked him faster, twisting your hand at the tip, letting his sticky fluid ease your movements. He started to buck up into your hand a bit, but you didn't correct him this time. "Such a needy little thing," you whispered to him, "imagining me when you're all by yourself. It's sweet, really. I thought of you, too."

"Really?" he gasped, and you nodded.

"I thought you might be well-behaved. I didn't know you were just a bad little puppy going around rubbing your cock on pillows."

He whined. "Darling— I can't… take much more."

You grinned. "You're going to finish already?"

"Yes," he grunted.

"Yes ma'am."

"Yes… yes, ma'am," he whined. "Oh, please don't— don't stop!"

You did. He didn't.

His hips rocked up into the air, into nothing, as he started to come. It shot out of his cock and landed all over the floor— loads of it, so much it even rolled down his shaft in big white beads, soaking his dishevelled trousers. You watched with a grin as he made such a mess of himself, eyes shut tightly and mouth open to let out his pathetically loud moans, and waited for him to come down from it.

He did, eventually, catching his breath as he looked down at how much come he'd gotten on the rug.

"Oh," he pouted, "Victoria's going to kill me, she loves this rug."

"Is this a common problem for you? Leaving messes on the rug?" you smirked. "Golly, you are just a bad puppy after all."

But the only way to train a bad puppy to be good is with practice. You established some new rules that day.

First, Ralph was not permitted to touch himself anymore. A man of his merit shouldn't be debasing himself that way regardless, but a good puppy should tell his owner when he needs to be taken care of. Immediately, Ralph resented this rule because you only visited for a few months out of the year. Your compromise was that he could hump as many pillows as he liked while you were gone, but never use his hand on himself— far too uncivilised, really.

Second, Ralph had to begin properly minding his manners. Please and thank you were vital; yes ma'am and no ma'am were truly paramount.

Third, and maybe the most important, was that if he didn't like something and needed it to stop, he'd have to say 'pamplemousse'. The actual word was his idea, because only he could come up with something that ridiculous, but the purpose of it was your idea. You wanted him to understand that part of his training might include things that were hard for him, but that you needed to do— as such, 'no ma'am' might not always be enough to make you stop.

He'd used that word only a few times in nearly a year of these special encounters. Once because he'd already come twice and being touched just hurt too much. Once because you said too much about him being naughty and he got scared that you'd leave and find another puppy to play with instead. And once just because he really needed to go to the bathroom. Really, he was quite tough and could handle a lot, even a good spanking if he'd earned it. Even an impulsive, desperate boy like Ralph could learn to be good, after all.

You'd visited a little more frequently ever since, usually for a month or two at a time and never more than six months between visits. Ralph would write you letters constantly, begging you to visit again soon, asking if you'd thought of him as much as he'd thought of you, telling you about dreams he'd had or books he'd read or just about anything that had happened while you were away.

Of course, you had to visit for his 30th birthday. He didn't quite act his age… well, he didn't at all, but he was so excited to enter a new decade of his life regardless. I simply couldn't celebrate at all without you there, he told you in his letter, if you don't come I won't have the party at all, and Victoria will never forgive me.

Obviously, you never had any intention of missing such a special occasion. You arrived only a week before the party, having to lock away your trunk full of birthday presents for the twins in a closet— otherwise Ralph would likely find it and open them all early.

(He got especially impatient when you'd been away for so long. It would take a bit of training to get him back to his best behavior.)

And the night of the party, after all this planning, Ralph was like you'd never seen him before. Jittery with nerves but beside himself with excitement— he had been basically pacing around the entire house all day, mumbling about how he should've had the party start at ten in the morning instead of seven in the evening, even though no party you'd ever heard of started so early.

He was inconsolably anxious and yet happy, and kept going on about how long he'd been waiting to see you again and how happy he was that you were here.

Of course, he made that obvious when he couldn't even make it through the entire carriage ride back from the train station without begging literally on his knees for some attention. You only ignored him for a second before he started humping your leg, rambling about how pretty your stockings were, insisting that he'd been so good without you and just needed his reward.

He got his reward: you let him finish in his trousers and kiss your feet as an apology, until your good nature took over— then, you held his face and wiped away his tears and gave him a proper kiss on the mouth. "Missed you, puppy," you whispered to him, and he threw his arms around you. You held each other the rest of the ride to his estate.

As you watched him run all around his party, you were sure he would wear himself out any minute now. Still, he seemed to have infinite energy all the way through the night, even as the guests were leaving— even once Victoria had passed out in the tea room and you had told him you were retiring for the evening any moment now. He should, too, with how disheveled he looked— his bowtie hanging loosely around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned and cumberbund askew.

Still, you saw the little pout on his lips when you told him that you’d be going to sleep yourself soon; you chuckled quietly. "What's the matter?" you asked.

"I… nothing," he assured, "it's nothing at all. I had the most wonderful time— and I'm glad you could come. You know I would've never stopped grieving if you missed such a special birthday."

"I could never miss it, Ralph," you promised, "not for the world."

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Are you really going to bed so early?" he asked.

"It's nearly three," you reminded him.

"Yes, but—" he choked.

"Let me at least get into my nightclothes, and if you're still awake, I'll call for you."

He swallowed nervously. "Ma'am, I'll stay up for a week waiting for you."

You smiled. "I'm sure. Just entertain yourself for a bit, please, Ralph."

You changed from your party attire into something you could sleep in— and something you knew would make your poor puppy get all dry in the mouth right away. Ralph liked how you looked in just about anything, but he had a couple favorites that you'd packed for the trip.

Next, you found the last present, the one you'd hidden best, and set it before you.

You listened to the silence for a second, wondering if he was still outside your room. "Ralphiiiiee," you sang to him, and you laughed as you heard him come bounding down the hallway.

"Yes, my love?" he asked eagerly as he popped his head in the door. His expression changed when he saw you laying on the bed, draped in your lace nightgown, the golden-wrapped box waiting in front of you and tied with a red bow. "Is that…?"

You nodded when his massive brown eyes fell on the gift. "Yes, Ralphie, that's for you. I had to get you just one more present."

As if the first eight weren't enough. "Darling," he cooed, stepping into the bedroom and sitting on the foot of the bed, "you'll spoil me."

"We both know you're already spoiled rotten, Ralphie," you grinned.

"Can I open it, please?" he asked sweetly; minding his manners so well… he hadn't always been like that, he used to struggle more with his impulsivity and even brattiness. You were so proud to see how far he'd come, and that was what this gift was all about. He beamed as you nodded, ripping at the paper until he could pop the lid off the paper box.

You saw his eyes water as he looked at the gift inside, a baby blue silk collar, decorated with tiny roses and a bow at the front— you figured that would look quite handsome since he wore bowties so often anyways. Best of all, it had a dangling silver tag bearing his engraved name and a tiny little bell, too, so you'd always know where he was.

Ralph stared at it for a moment before looking at you again. "It's really mine?" he realized.

"Of course," you smiled. "I had it made just for you. I want you to really be my puppy."

He was blushing and smiling shyly, batting those long eyelashes at you. "Oh… I wanna be your puppy, too. Love being your puppy."

"I know," you cooed. "Wanna try it on?"

He nodded quickly, holding the box towards you. You picked the collar up by each end, and he instantly leaned in and bared his neck for you.

It was a little tricky to buckle the back of it without looking, but his face was just too precious to look anywhere else. "There," you announced once it was fastened, dropping your hands and leaning back to take in the full sight. "Wow, what a handsome boy," you praised, grinning when he shyly reaching up to hold his own face. "Wanna see how you look in your new collar, puppy?"

He all but dragged you to the vanity mirror, and you both admired his reflection quietly. One of his hands came up to gently brush over the silk, toying with the silver engraved heart. "Are you sure I've earned it?" he suddenly asked.

Funny question, since he'd be begging for one during your last visit— he insisted constantly that he'd been good enough, that he deserved it. Now he seemed a little overwhelmed. "Of course," you promised, "you're the best little puppy in the world. Do you like it, Ralph?"

"Oh, ma'am— it's perfect," he beamed, hopping up and down just a bit. "It's wizard!"

You laughed slightly as he spun around and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much!" he said, a little too loud for how close he was to your ear, but you didn't mind because it just meant he was excited. He pulled away and turned to see himself in the mirror again, fiddling with it around his neck.

"Is it too tight?" you worried.

"No! No, I… I like feeling it," he explained, blushing a little harder.

You raised an eyebrow. "How much do you like it?" you asked, but you didn't need him to answer with words; he watched in the mirror as your hand moved down to the front of his trousers, rubbing his erection as it grew firmer against your touch.

"Oh, m-ma'am," he choked, "thank you…"

"No, thank you… you've been so good for me for quite a while now," you recalled. "I wasn't sure if you could be trained, a spoiled brat like you."

He groaned through his teeth briefly.

"But you took to it so well, learned all your lessons, learned sit and stay," you remembered proudly.

"Stay is the hardest," he blurted out, and you grinned.

"Which one is the easiest?" you pressed.

"Come," he decided instantly, making you laugh softly.

"I bet you're right…"

You stopped rubbing the bulge in his pants then, making him whine slightly, but then you reached up to pet his head instead— playing with his hair that had started to fall out of its meticulous style.

"Why don't you show me how good you are?" you prompted him. "You didn't forget anything I taught you, right?"

"No ma'am," he panted as he turned to face you and dropped to his knees— the bell jingled quietly when he did it, and you smiled. He grasped at your thighs eagerly through the nightgown. "I remember everything."

"Let's see it, then," you nodded.

He lifted the see-through fabric and ducked his head under it, kissing your thighs softly. "Missed you so much," he breathed against your skin.

You felt his tongue slide up the seam of your cunt, and you fought against a shudder; he didn't tease you much, usually too eager to do anything but dive in, but he still learned to ease into it carefully when he could.

He flattened his tongue and gave you another lick, pushing deeper between your lips, and you reached down to the opening of your robe to grab his hair.

It encouraged him even more, and you moaned louder as he did it again and again. "That's my good boy," you sighed. "Such a good boy for me, fuck, knows exactly how to use that cute puppy tongue, huh?"

You heard (and felt) him hum softly against you, sucking on your clit while your hole throbbed for him. Just in time, he broke the seal to stick his tongue inside you and feel it. "D'you like it?" he asked excitedly. "It feels like you do— am I doing good?"

"So good," you agreed with a sigh. "You love pleasing your owner, don't you?"

"Mhm," he hummed as his eyes fell shut, lashes resting on his flushed cheeks. He put his mouth on you again and suckled harder at your bundle of nerves; your whole body jolted when he accidentally grazed his teeth too hard over the most sensitive spot and you quickly swatted him on the head.

"Bad puppy, no biting," you scolded.

"M'sorry, m'so sorry," he slurred as he kissed all over your thighs apologetically. "Didn't mean to, ma'am, I swear—"

"It's okay, baby, just keep going," you soothed, sighing with relief as he lapped at you again. "See? You're a good boy— fuck, just like that…"

He went on that way for a while, until you felt the pressure building in your gut and a heat spreading inside your channel.

You didn't want him to know how easily he could make you come now, in case it all went to his head; "Lean back, Ralphie, lemme see your new collar again," you instructed with a sigh, giving yourself a break from his perfect tongue on your bud.

He popped his head out from under the robe with a wide smile, lips a little swollen and coated in your slick. You hooked your finger under the band and tugged at it a bit, just to feel him jolt.

"Look so pretty," you noticed with a sigh.

"Thank you, ma'am," he cooed at the praise. "You look pretty too— I like looking at you from down here."

"I bet you do," you smirked. "I bet your cock's real needy now, isn't it?"

He stammered but eventually nodded.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, ma'am…"

"You can rub it on my foot while you keep going, okay?" you offered.

"Th-thank you," he gasped, and you loved the way he rocked his hips to grind against your bare foot on the floor— your lip caught between your teeth as you imagined him moving that way to thrust inside you, filling you and stretching you—

"Ah, fuck," you gasped, his tongue sliding into you again. You could feel how hard he was on the curve of your ankle, and you smiled to yourself. "Keep tasting inside me, Ralphie, doing so good…"

He whined against you, suckling harder at your skin, nose brushing up against your mound while his eyes shut tightly.

"Just a little more," you promised, holding his head by his hair and rocking your hips against him, "mm, just a little longer, puppy…"

“Please come,” you heard him whisper against you, not stopping long enough to properly say it. “Please, please?”

His sweet begging did help you along, but even better was the way he stuck his tongue out and just let you ride it, rubbing your clit against his wide open mouth. He was looking up at you with those beautiful eyes, silently pleading for a taste of your pleasure, and you let go: with a groan, you tossed your head back and felt your whole body seize up for a moment— including the hand in his hair, tugging on his delicate curls.

He whined but stayed still. “G-good boy,” you breathed, slowing down your movements as the pleasure began to subside.

When you let go of his hair, he pulled back and blinked up at you. "Was that good, ma'am?" he asked excitedly, swallowing and panting; you nodded and he smiled.

"Really good,” you nodded. “So good, I think you might’ve earned a treat.”

He perked up instantly.

“You want a treat, puppy?" you offered, and he nodded eagerly.

He watched carefully as you untied your robe and let it fall to the floor, entirely nude as you laid back on the bed.

Usually, you would ride him and watch his face get all twisted up and desperate— sometimes you would bend over and let him hump you as fast and needy as he wanted, if he'd been very good. But this was rare, laying on your back and spreading your legs for him, letting him see how well he'd eaten you out.

He stripped with preternatural speed, leaving only his collar on, and jumped up onto the bed so fast that the whole mattress bounced a couple times. You laughed while he climbed up over you, finding his place between your legs.

"I can… I can fuck you, ma'am?" he realized with a smile.

You were hardly done nodding when he gripped his cock tight and guided it to your opening. He pushed in right away, making you arch your back as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

"You feel so good," he breathed, leaning down over you, "I— I love you."

"I know," you smiled, "I love you, too, puppy."

"No," he whined, "s-say my name when you tell me you love me. Please?"

"Ralph," you replied, "I love you."

"Oh," he gasped, beginning to move inside you. He wasn’t too fast at first— which was a bit surprising, usually he got really needy and couldn’t slow down. It seemed almost like he couldn’t take much more than this yet, like he really needed to go this slowly to ease himself into the feeling. “Oh— I almost forgot how warm you are… s-so warm inside and… and tight…”

“Does it feel good?” you asked, redundantly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he choked, even sniffling slightly. Sometimes he got a lot of big feelings when you let him fuck you… it wasn’t that rare at all for him to cry. You thought it was precious. “Y-yes, it’s so… s’good, ma’am, feels so nice…”

“Can you fuck me a little harder, puppy?” you encouraged, and he nodded, picking up his pace and hitting his hips on yours just a bit more roughly. “Mm, that’s nice. Do you like that, too?”

“Yeah,” he whimpered. “Can I… can I touch your boobs?”

You snorted for a second. “They’re breasts, Ralph.”

“R-right, can I touch them?”

You nodded, and he quickly propped himself up on one hand to grope your chest with the other. You felt his cock flex inside you right away. “I bet you missed those, too.”

“So much,” he sighed.

“I missed the way you suck on them, puppy, d’you maybe wanna—?”

His mouth was already around your nipples, suckling eagerly as his eyes fell shut. He moaned against the skin, and you felt your own walls flex as he flicked his tongue over the firm skin. “Oh!” he smiled as he pulled back, looking up at you proudly. “I know you liked that— your pussy gave me a hug.”

“Yeah, I did,” you nodded, “keep going.”

His lips kept a seal around the sensitive skin, his tongue lapping and swirling around emphatically. He moved back and forth between each one as his hands kept massaging and squeezing you, cheeks hollowing while he sucked harder.

"Fuck," you groaned lowly— it felt great, but the best part was just the way he looked doing it: eyes fallen shut, so focused on his task, lips pink and pursed, jaw accentuated by his open mouth…

He stopped after a few minutes, maybe having noticed that your skin was pricking with goosebumps. "Am I being good?" he panted. "A-am I your… your good p-puppy?"

"Yes, baby," you sighed, clutching his arm tight. "My good little puppy— you feel so good, keep fucking me just like that."

He whined through his teeth and did as he was told. The metal tag on his collar was dangling right over your face as he thrusted into you, and you smiled as you reached up and toyed with it briefly with one finger. He smiled a little when he noticed what you were doing. "I love wearing your collar," he admitted breathlessly. "I love being yours."

Your heart clenched, as did your walls. "All mine, puppy?" you pressed. "My good boy…"

He whined slightly as he dropped his face down into the crook of your neck, fucking you a little faster. "Y-yes, ma'am, yours— m'yours… oh—"

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him deep inside. You could tell he was close, doing his best to hold out until you finished.

"Please," he whimpered, and you felt his hands hold your waist tighter. "Are you close? Please, just wanna be good for you, please come…."

You would, but maybe not fast enough for him; “S’okay, baby,” you promised, “it’s gonna be okay— look at me, puppy?”

He pulled his face out of the cave created by your shoulder and the pillow, blinking down at you with watery eyes. You reached up and pet his face, briefly tangling your fingers into his thoroughly-mussed hair. Your toes were curling, he was doing everything right— and your first orgasm on his face left you still sensitive— you just needed him to pick up the pace to get you there.

“Li’l faster, puppy,” you instructed, and he whimpered but obeyed; “good boy.”

The bell jingled louder above your face as he panted. "M-ma'am, I can't— I can't—"

"Shh," you soothed, "yes you can, you can hold on a little longer. 'Cause you're my good little puppy, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"Shh," you soothed, "just keep going, I'm close—"

"I wanna be good for you, I wanna be good," he chanted breathlessly. "I'm gonna— please let me stop!"

"Don't fucking stop," you hissed.

"But I'll— ohh," he whimpered. "I'm not allowed to… I need to pull out."

You smiled proudly. "That's your last present, puppy. You can stay inside."

He didn't seem to understand right away— maybe he just couldn't believe it. "Even when I finish?"

You nodded. "Just because you're so good…"

"O-oh, thank you," he whined, "thank you— I— unh!"

Of course he hardly lasted a second after that, coming inside you as he clutched at the sheets by your face. He kept rocking his hips, knocking into your most sensitive spot and sending you over the edge at the same time.

While the pleasure was swirling in your mind and washing over your body in bright-white heat, he was still fucking into you quickly, still whining loudly above you— his hips were still moving even as tears started to stream down his face, even as the height of your ecstasy was already starting to fade.

"Puppy, you're still going!" you noticed with a laugh.

"Y-you didn't say I could stop yet," he explained, and you sighed.

"You can stop now," you nodded, and he collapsed onto you with a whine. "Oh, baby— you did really good…"

He shivered as you traced your fingers along the blemishless, pale expanse of his back. "Really?" he hiccuped.

"Yes, puppy, so very good. My good boy."

He hummed happily, if sleepily, above you. You were impressed he still had all that energy left after his party had raged well into the night; maybe it was just that he couldn’t really rest until he knew he’d been good for you.

You both caught your breath for a moment as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Don't leave this time."

"Huh?" you mumbled

"Don't leave,” he pleaded. “Don't go home. Stay here all the time— the visits aren't enough anymore!"

He wasn’t usually so coherent right after an orgasm— this was normally when he was deepest in his puppy space, basically non-verbal with just little whines and smiles to offer you when you asked how he was feeling. He liked to get cuddly and sweet and give you lots of kisses, sometimes thanking you for being so nice and letting him come. This… was new.

Sure, asking you to stay longer, even asking you to stay forever, was well-trod territory. But that was usually the night before you left or the day you took your carriage back to the train back to your estate far, far away. Not right after coming with another three weeks of your visit left. “Please,” he whined quietly into your shoulder, and you sighed.

“Ralph, you know I always have to go back home,” you breathed, “there are always things to be done. I have my own estate to manage, my… family, my sisters and cousins— my great aunt, she needs to be taken care of, too. Not just you.”

“But you love me,” he whimpered, and you stroked his back soothingly.

“I do,” you hummed. “I love you very much. But for all the reasons you can’t come back with me to my home, I can’t stay here in yours.”

"Can't we just get married?"

Your throat caught. No, it wasn’t the first time he’d asked. He admitted not too long ago that he’d wanted to ask for your hand as soon as he met you, but Victoria told him not to— she must’ve known you were in no position to say yes. “Well—”

“Before you say no again,” he begged, popping his head back up to look at you properly, “just think of how nice it would be! It would be like this all the time—”

“We’d argue, sometimes,” you interjected.

“And I’m already yours forever,” he explained, “so we might as well—”

“Ralph,” you said sternly, making him clamp his mouth shut and look at you sadly. “Get off of me and go wash yourself.”

“D-don’t make me leave yet,” he pleaded, but you only gave him a stern look.

Disappointed, almost pouting, Ralph pulled out of you carefully and found some undergarments to put back on; you, meanwhile, slipped on your robe again and lit a cigarette, taking deep breaths through it as you admired the way he sat at the foot of the bed, in only his underwear and brand new collar. “You look quite handsome, darling,” you told him, but he only glanced at you for a moment.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t marry,” he sighed, “if you really love me.”

You didn’t realize he was still on that. “Because things are expected of me,” you explained, “my family… they’re very traditional. I’ve known who I’m supposed to marry since I was a little girl.”

Ralph looked at you, over his shoulder, eyes getting redder. “You’re promised to someone?”

You nodded.

“Dare I ask whom?”

You felt your face get a little warmer— it was sort of embarrassing to admit. “Well, I think you know I have a distant cousin with a large inheritance?”

Ralph scoffed as he looked back down into his lap. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew it would upset you,” you explained, “I hoped maybe you’d heard— it’s no secret.”

“No secret? You let me believe we could be together!” he snapped.

“Watch your tone,” you warned him.

“No!” he yelped standing up. “I just want to be with you! N-nothing else has ever made me feel as right as being with you, and you’re going to go marry someone else? What of me then— I’ll be your, your… mistress?!”

You sighed. “You’ll find someone else, Ralph. Anyone should be so lucky to have you—”

“I hate you!” he shouted suddenly, reaching up behind his neck to try to unbuckle the collar. “Why would you give me this?!”

You sat up, reaching out to try to stop him, but he jumped up and away from you.

“You were lying to me,” he sobbed, “you said you really loved me— you lied!”

He finally managed to get the collar off, throwing it onto the ground and storming out of your room.

You wondered if you should chase after him, or let him have his tantrum and talk in the morning. Then you remembered that, technically, it was still his birthday. Or at the very least, it was only a few hours since his birthday ended; you really hadn’t wanted to tell him today, but he was always asking about marriage and commitment, about more than just these occasional visits. He was bound to find out one way or another.

You sighed, a cloud of smoke rising to the ceiling. You really shouldn’t have let him find out on his birthday, though…

Putting out the cigarette on a jade ashtray, you got up (finding your legs a little more wobbly than you expected) and stepped out into the hallway. Ralph was still marching down it defiantly.

“C’mon, Ralph, you can’t go out in just your pants—” you called after him.

“Leave me alone,” he ordered sharply, swinging a door open and slamming it behind him.

You followed him out into the garden, ignoring your own bare-footedness, the cold sod thankfully dry under your soles; he stood facing away from you, arms crossed, staring up at the moon and looking, well… completely ridiculous. He was almost entirely nude and it was foggy and unpleasant out (not exactly uncharacteristic of London); “Ralphie,” you cooed quietly, and he just sniffled and dropped his head. “Look at me, please? I’m sorry. I should’ve told you from the start.”

He shook his head. “Wouldn’t’ve made a difference.”

You said nothing, crossing your own arms to cover yourself from the slight evening breeze.

“I can’t change how I feel about you. It never would’ve been any different, even if I knew. I would have fallen for you just the same.”

Letting out a long sigh, you nearly got the wind knocked out of you when he spun and snatched you into a tight hug. “Ralph—” you choked, but he paid no mind to your asphyxiation.

He clung tightly onto the fabric by your waist, dropping his head onto your shoulder and soaking it with his tears. “We’re supposed to be together,” he insisted, “I know we are. I know it’s supposed to be you and I— I wanna be your husband, an’ your puppy, and… and anything you want me to be.”

You reached up to wrap your arms around his back. He stepped closer to you, pressing his whole body against yours.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “You can’t go— you have to stay.”

“I wish that I could,” you replied, “truly. But I can’t let my family down.”

“If they really cared for you,” he said quietly, “they’d let you love who you wanted.”

You nodded, knowing that was true, but also knowing that you couldn’t let it make a difference. For a long time, you kept yourself from feeling the way you feel now about Ralph— because you knew it would hold you back and keep you from doing all that must be done.

“You take care of everybody else,” he announced suddenly, pulling back from the embrace just enough to rest his hand on your face. “Isn’t that so sad? You take care of everyone— your sisters and your aunt and even me— but who will take care of you?”

Actually, it wasn’t the first time that Ralph was shockingly insightful; he had his head in the clouds most of the time, so in those rare moments where he randomly blurted out something suddenly thoughtful, it threw everyone off. You knew how smart and intuitive he could be, but even still, you never expected him to say something so flippantly that cut right to your core.

“The man you’re supposed to marry— your cousin, I haven’t even begun to address that,” he frowned, “will he? Take care of you, I mean. Because I think maybe I could… live with it. I could never love someone else, but maybe I could let you go on your way, if I knew he would take care of you better than I could.”

You blinked quickly, staring down at the ground, at your bare feet between his in the garden’s grass— the moonlight making their dark green hue look almost blue-ish.

“Tell me that he will,” he breathed, suddenly grabbing your face with both his hands and pulling it up to look at him and his wide, wild eyes. “Tell me that he’ll be good to you or tell me that you’ll stay and be my wife.”

“I… I don’t,” you whispered, searching for words and only finding pesky emotions. “I don’t even think I’d know where to start, being taken care of.”

He smiled wide as he clutched your face, squishing your cheeks, and you scrunched up your nose and tried to writhe away.

“Ralphie, c’mon,” you pouted, breaking out of his embrace, only for him to grab you and hug you tighter again.

“Let me try,” he pleaded, voice soft yet… hopeful. “Let me try, love, I’ll teach you how. R’member what you said to me when I first told you that I loved you?”

Can’t help it, he’d hiccuped after another scolding for naughtiness, jus’ love you too much.

All right, you’d replied, but you need to behave.

Dunno how…

And you’d pet him on the head to help him calm down a bit. I’ll take care of you, puppy. I’ll teach you how to behave.

“I remember,” you sighed.

“I wanna take care of you, too,” Ralph insisted. “I know I’m not s-strong, or… all that masculine, I suppose. But I love you so much that I think I could do anything.”

You didn’t notice that you were crying until he started to kiss all over your face, kissing your tears away, too. You giggled and gently pushed on his bare chest to try to escape from the onslaught of affection.

“I think I could be anything!” he announced excitedly, clutching your shoulders as he stood up straight and looked at you. “I could even be the man you need. If you just tell me who he is.”

You smiled and brushed one of his tears, left behind in a stripe along his cheek from his outburst, away with your fingers. “You’re already right here, Ralph.”

He pulled you into a kiss— not desperate, not needy, just warm and soft and all-encompassing. You draped your arms around his shoulders, humming into it, feeling this bizarre-but-lovely sort of feeling in your chest. Optimism, maybe? This was all very new to you. “Say yes, then,” he mumbled against your lips. “Say you’ll let me marry you.”

You nodded; you could hardly believe it yourself, but you nodded.

“No, say it,” he insisted, and you broke away from the kiss just far enough to reply.

“I’ll marry you,” you agreed. He smiled wide and did a happy little jump, quickly pecking you on the cheek again.

“I’m gonna make you so happy, darling, n’take such good care of you,” he promised, “really— you won’t regret it.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, letting him hug you tight and jostle you around for a moment. “Okay! Settle down, now…”

“How could I? This is the best birthday ever!”

He made you laugh again by showering you in more kisses, on your face and neck and shoulders, mumbling all his promises to do everything he could to be the best husband who ever lived. It was extravagant, but Ralph wasn’t an especially subtle guy— nor a realistic one.

“I’ll adore you constantly,” he promised between pecks along your jaw, “and— and I’ll buy you whatever you like—”

“That doesn’t matter,” you rolled your eyes, but your stomach was all jittery with excitement anyways.

“I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he went on, and somehow you really felt that you believed him, even if your quieting cynical side swore that those sorts of dreams just don’t come true. “And we’re going to be so happy— I swear, darling, the happiest people who ever lived.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, to try to keep the both of you from getting your hopes up, but he captured it in another long kiss; by the time it was over, you’d forgotten what you were going to say. “I love you,” you said instead.

“Love you more,” he cooed as he pecked you on the nose, though he shivered as another gust of breeze shook the shrubberies and tickled his delicate skin. “Can we go back in now?” he asked with a pout. “It’s so cold.”

“You’re naked,” you reminded him.

“And I’m cold!” he whined. “I wanna put my collar back on.”

“Won’t do much for the cold,” you warned, the two of you walking hand-in-hand back to the house.

“No, it won’t,” he agreed, “neither will that ring I bought when you first came to visit us. But you’ll have to put that on, too.”

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Mini Fanfic #1051: Death's New Fan (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:45 p.m. Outside of the Smash Pin Movie Theater.......

Isabelle: (Happily Walks Out of the Theater woth the Star Wolf Trio) I can't thank you enough for taking us here for our outing tonight, Panther. That new Puss in Boots movie was such a thrill to watch!~

Leon: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) I agree. The animation was stellar and the story was a sight to behold. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Though, it has got to me wondering what the presucessor look in comparison......

Panther: (Shrugs) It's average. Not the worst of the worst, but nowhere near as spectacular as it's sequel. (Smiles Softly) Still, I'm down for another movie night if all of you wants to see that one for yourselves.

Isabelle: Sounds like a plan to me. (,Turns to her Boyfriend Next to Her) What do you think, Wolfie?

Wolf: (Eyes Widened and Twitches in Silence).........

Isabelle: (Frowns in Worry) Wolfie? What's wrong? Did you not like the movie?

Panther: (Forms a Playful Smirk on his Face) Oh I wouldn't worry about our captain there, Isa. He's been like this every time Death is on the screen.

Leon: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) And i believe there's a high chance of that boy never shutting up about him in a matter of-

Wolf: HOLY SHIT DEATH IS SO FUCKING COOL!!!!

Leon: (Sighs in Defeat While Facepalming Himself) And so it begins.....

Wolf: (Smiles Excitedly) Did any of you took a good look at that guy!? The black torn cloak he wears, those menacing red eyes, razor sharp teeth, the complete fear factor he brings to each scenes he appears in that beautiful, eerily whistle every time he walks in the goddamn room, and those.....dual, sticked together hook things he fights with. I don't what they're called, but I sure as hell wanna use it!

Leon: Wolf, you're terrible at using melee weapons.

Wolf: (Scoffs While Shrugs) Then I'll have to train myself using each one till my knees are dropped. Speaking of which...(Turbs to Panther) Panther, do you still git that Basic Español book in your room? I'mma learn me some Spanish tonight!

Isabelle let's out a cute snort before getting into a giggling fit.

Wolf: (Snickers at his Girlfriend Beside Him) What got you laughing, Izzy?

Isabelle: Oh nothing~ Just admiring your cuteness display right now~

Wolf: (Eyes Widened Before Looking Away While Blushing) I-Izzy, come on. I not that cute......

Panther: Boss, is that a hint blushing I see?-

Wolf: NO! I'm just....(Looks Away From his Team) Feeling hot right now is all....

Leon: It's cold outside.

Wolf: (Rolls his Eyes) Oh great observation there, Powalski. Remind me to head to the store so I can buy you a pack of cookies!

Leon: Your sarcasm is more blatant than your apparent cutesy side.

Wolf: (Flips Off at Leon) Screw you, man.

Isabelle: (Pouts at the Chameleon) Now, Leon, be nice.. Wolfie's not cute.

Wolf: (Smirks Proudly) Exactly! Tell 'em, Izzy.

Isabelle: (Stands on her Tippy Toes and Happily Scratches Behind Wolf's Ear) He's the most Goodest Boi ever!~ Yes he is, yes he is~

Wolf: (Starts Blushing Again) I take it back, I take it all back! I ain't that good, Izzy!

Panther: (Starts Smirking at his Leader) Oh really?~ Than how come Leon and I can see your tail wagging more swiftly the more she scratches you?

Wolf: (Glares at Panther) Ear scratches are the perfect methods to use for comfort and stress relief, everyone knows that Caroso!!

Isabelle: (Gently Rubs Wolf's Arm) Now, Wolfie, calm down. There's no need for you to get upset right now.

???: Yeah, you don't want your Good Boi status to get revoked now, do ya?

Wolf: (Groans While Pinching his Noss at a Very Familiar Voice Ringing in his Ear) Of all the people that have to see me like this- (Takes a Deep Breath Before Rolling his Eyes in Annoyance) What are you doing here, McCloud?

Fox: Me and the ladies were giving the new Puss in Boots movie a watch. (Crosses his Arms With Smug Smirk on his Face) Though, I couldn't help but notice that you're cute side is showing. Could it be that great, merciless Star Wolf is starting to lose his edge? Hm. Has a nice ring to it now that I think about.

Wolf: ('Tch') Bitch please. You're the LAST person to go around talking about who's losing edge when you've been losing yours a long time ago.

Fox: What are you talking about?I never lost my edge.

Wolf: Yeah, you have. (Chuckles Evilly) And I am so willing to give you all the reasons why that is.

Fox: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms) Like you can find any.....

Wolf: No need. I have plenty. For starters, you let a space Bounty Hunter call you 'Foxy' on a daily basis.

Fox: Samus and I been friends since day one! Of course, I'd let her call me that eventually. No matter how much I hated it...

Wolf: Oh and speaking of which, let's not forget the fact that you had to keep watching over some old lady's kid. Fox McCloud, the "Fearless" leader of Star Fox, relegated to a babysitter. (Smirk Grew Wider) Now THAT has a nicer ring to it.

Fox: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) Okay, first off, how does having the responsibility of watching over someone's kid derails my status in any capacity? (Glares at Wolf) And second, don't insult the Strongest Woman in the World like that!

Isabelle: (Lightly Glares at her Boyfriend) Yeah, Wolfie. She looks wonderful for her age.

Wolf: Yeah, I'll admit, she's a looker. (Went Back to Smirking) Doesn't change the fact that she's a 60-year old has been.

Fox: That's not even close to being her actual age.....

Samus: (Joins Up the Group) Yo, losers. (Rest her Arm on Top of Fox's Head) What's going on out here?

Fox: ('Sigh') Wolf and I are having another banter again.

Isabelle: (Starts Twiddling her Paws a Tad Bit Nervously) And he might of....sort of.....kind of....called your girlfriend old.....

Samus: (Slowly Turns to Wolf With a Glare of her Own) You dick. You do know she can kick your ass, right?

Wolf: ('Scoffs') She can try, but I doubt she'll lamd a hit on m-

Before Wolf can even finish that sentence, Chun-Li comes straight out of nowhere and delivers a flying kick to his chest, sending him directly towards a nearby pole thats knock him down on the ground. The merciless bounty hunter groans in pain as he sees the "old" lady he insulted glares down on him.

Chun-Li: How's THAT an old has been? Also, I am only fifty something years old and that is ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW!! ('Hmph') (Crosses her Arms as She Walks and Turns Away From Wolf)

Li-Fen: (Happily Cheers For her Mother) Way a go, mommy!~ Whooooo!~

Samus: (Crosses her Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on her Face) What did I say?~

Isabelle: (Shrugs) You did sort of warned him. In a way.

Panther: ('Whistle') Now, that wjat I call an impressive impressive kick. And from a bella dama nonetheless~

Samus: (Points at Panther) Watch it, play boy. This bella dama is already taken.

Chun-Li: (Hugs Samus Arm With a Big Smile on her Face as Two, Fox and the Giggling Li-Fen Walks Back Home) Happily so!~

Samus: I'll text you when we get back to the apartment, Izzy.

Isabelle: (Waves Goodbye to Samus and the Others) 'Kay! Have a safe walk back! (Makes her Way to an Ass Kicked Wolf) You okay, Wolfie?

Wolf: (Gets Back Uo From the Ground While Grunting) Yeah....(Starts Stretching his Back Straight) I've had worse hits given to me in the past. But damn does she hits like a moving truck!.....

Isabelle: Well, she isn't called the "Strongest Woman Alive" for nothing, you know?

Wolf: (Sighs While Scratching the Back Back of his Head and Rolling his Eyes Once More) Now you tell me. Ow.

Isabelle: How about we head back to the mansion and watch that first Puss in Boots Panther? I'll make you freshly baked cookies~

Wolf: (Smiles a Little as Him and Isabelle Starts Joining the Rest of the Star Wolf Team, Walking Back Home) Yeah. I'd like that. You should make extras for Leon for being observating asshole.

Leon: (Rolls his Eyes) Such a comedian you are, boy. And yet I wasn't the one who provoked a woman into kicking you into a nearby pole, now was I?

Wolf: Don't get smart with me, Leon.

Leon: You started the smart talk first. Or did that kick caused damage to your memory as well.

Wolf: And people wondered where I got this snarky attitude from. You're a terrible influence.

Leon: You developed that attitude on your own perfectly, boy. And my teachings hasn't gotten you killed yet now, did it?

Panther: He got you there, boss.

Wolf: Shut up, Panther.

Isabelle: ('Sigh') Knock it off already, you guys....

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