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[cheekedupwhiteboy]

i look and feel like this btw. summer vibes

[puppygirlbutch]

Ive soaked through another pair of underwear thinking of how much I want your fingers and cock deep inside me... I need to be bred so bad, look at me I'm wagging my tail so pathetically 🥺👉👈💕

[puppycuntt]

ꪆ୧‎‎‎ twenty5 yr old puppy kid ♡ bi, she/they

collared ! ⍝ 𐂯 ⍝ ੭”

♡ puppy play, pet play, tail plugs, breeding, scent kink, cnc, primal play, monster fucking (werewolf), knotting, piss, panties, socks, fauxcest, anal, collars

18+ only ! no minors, zoos, m4ps, misogyny, patriarchy, detrans, creeps or blanks!

tag list | my posts -> #arf arf 🐾

[kingspacebar]

Lots of icons for some of my pokemon characters

[cheekedupwhiteboy]

OH MY GODDDD 🐶🐶💕💕💕💕

Me (represented by the big dog) and my internet friends (represented by the little dog)

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Oh to be a good dumb brainless puppy for her...

So desperate for her unique brand of loving domination that the first time she even calls me puppy I'm shunted into subspace so fast my pupils dilate. Non-verbal by the minute five, with the only sounds I'm able to make at that point being a mixture of whimpers, pants, and barks. Complete tail-wagging glee on my face anytime I hear "Oh good puppy!"

Obediently meeting out her every command, not doing anything she hasn't explicitly said, yet so desperate that the very moment she tells me to do something I spring on it before she can finish the sentence. She'd probably think my response when finally allowed to eat her out would be downright pathetic if she didn't adore her prettyboy butch puppy so much.

Patiently obedient up until she finally let's me fuck her, and by then I'll be too far gone. So brain dead I can't even process words she says to me, just tongue out and happy, and desperate. She knows the moment she let's me rut into her I won't be able to obey commands anymore. That the feeling of being inside her, and being able to breed her will consume me entirely. She still owns me, but in a much different way now. Fervently rutting, panting, growling, digging my claws into her, never once slowing down my pace. Orgasm after orgasm, with no end in sight. Desperate to give myself to her entirely. As I cum again, feeling her wrap her legs and arms around me, running her nails through my hair and cooing in my ear "that's it, that's my good puppy. Show me that you're mine, because that's what you are. You're mine."

[em0dyk3]

There's some mutuals I would bark like a dog for tbh

[cheekedupwhiteboy]

30, bisexual, trans man in a they pronouns way. a curmudgeon and a hater.

lost $20 on willy wonka slots 12/26/23

absolutely no minors allowed. if you are under 18 years old, go away!

husband & housepet to @drwellwellwell (she does experiments on me)

my aesthetique sideblog is @tonalarchitecture

frequently used tags at the bottom of this post

[felixisourayofsunshine]

Kim Seungmin 💚

[peterkoubek]

also please acknowledge my sweetie puppy dog okayyy goodnight <3

[cheekedupwhiteboy]

YES!!!!!!! BITE BITE KILL KILL

Drawing of a puppy boy about to bite the head off a bunny girl. Made with my compadre @cheekedupwhiteboy in mind.

[lengthofropes]

…anyway, I’m sort of back here, and Poco says Hiii!

[mangostahiti]

🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

She sends "you're mine" over text, and the second the message pops up on my screen my body just betrays me. My feet/toes start tippy-tapping like those videos of corgis tap dancing when they get over excited

[crybabymilky]

I love my boyfriends so much that if I can't have them both I'll kill us all but the minute they aren't happy i feel murderous I won't ever let them be upset or hurt I don't care what that means or what it takes those are my stars my princes my dogs and so help me God I will level planets to keep it that way 💕

[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | JUNHAO x reader

Wc: 1.5k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

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“Come, Bāobèi.”, Minghao held out his hand this time, patiently (with all of his willpower) waiting for you to get tired of petting some poor woman’s fluff of a dog so the two of you could continue the task at hand.

The two of you were on your way to the bakery, taking a more scenic route through the neighborhood to admire the beauty of such a perfect day. Minghao was on the fence about his decision, but he had to admit your tendency to get distracted by anything small, cute or fluffy was beautiful in itself.

What was at the bakery? Something special for a very special day. It took forever for you and Minghao to agree on the perfect cake for Wen Junhui. Nothing would ever be good enough for you when it came to your Daddy. It was just a few days earlier when you were there last, bickering with your Bàba about flavors and colors.

“I’m very sorry.”, Minghao had said as he bowed to the employees who would soon be victim to a little outburst if the two of you didn’t find a compromise soon.

“Why can’t it be pink, like me??”

“Bāobèi, you’re not pink. And Jun Ge doesn’t like pink as much as you do, does he?”

Choosing a color was somehow much harder than choosing the flavor, the both of you immediately agreeing on lemon for your lemon-loving-catboy (at least that’s how Minghao would tell it). Jun had never been very adamant about his favorite color. Colors were swell and all, but usually, he just stuck with black and white. But while Minghao thought the combination was classy, artistic, maybe perfect, you wouldn’t stand for the lack of color.

“That’s true…”, you frowned, crossing your arms in front of you.

“How about we have a snack, hmm? Everything looks really tasty, doesn’t it?”

It had been thirty minutes easily, and Hao was worried the two of you would never get out of there. And even worse, he was worried you would get overwhelmed and have a tantrum right there.

“Look Bàba!! The pudding is a kitty just like Daddy!!”, you turned to the glass, pointing at the cute little dessert with shiny brown eyes and creamy looking texture.

“We’ll take one of those and if you have any cake samples.”, he nodded to the bakery clerk with a tight smile before breathing out in a silent sigh.

Between spoonfuls of custardy pudding, Minghao fed you nibbles of the cake sample platter, still trying to keep at the task at hand.

“What did you think of that one, Bāobèi?? I think Jun Ge would like the chocolate.”

“Bàba would like the chocolate.”, with a giggle, you shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully before reaching for a pretty slice of thin, yellow cake.

Sitting back in his seat, Minghao let you feed yourself, glancing over at the display cakes. Neither of you had really settled on a design either.

“Bàba! It’s lemon!!”, you squeal, kicking your feet happily. You didn’t love lemon. But your Daddy did. He was infamous for his lemon jellies and eating lemons as a party trick.

“It’s good, huh? Should I try some?”

“Yes, yes. It’s perfect for Daddy!”, you insist, lifting your spoon to his lips with a nicely sized scooped piece of lemon cake.

Letting it melt in his mouth slowly in thought, he pressed his lips together firmly after swallowing, having made up his mind.

“Jun Ge would like the chocolate better.”

“No, Bàba like the chocolate better!”, you huffed, standing and walking around the table so you could dig through Minghao’s bag, grumbling under your breath.

“What are you up to now, kiddo.”, he smiled, propping his chin on his hand.

“Calling Daddy.”

Hopping back up on your chair, you tapped on your Daddy’s photo, a call screen soon popping up.

“Should we be bothering Daddy while he’s at work?”, Minghao raised his eyebrow, but his competitive streak kept him still, allowing you to make the call.

“Hello, what is it?”, Jun answered the phone seeming a little surprised to receive a call from Minghao while he was on set.

“Daddy, Bàba is being silly again. What’s your favorite candy??”, you narrowed your eyes and the man smirking at you confidently across the table.

“Yep, I’m silly.”, Minghao grinned to himself, imagining Jun’s response in his head.

“Hmm… what a question. Easy. Lemon Jellies. How is he being silly, baby?”, Jun chuckled, only interrupting your call for a moment to tell someone on the other end that he would be only another few minutes.

“HAH!! Told you, Bàba! Daddy, tell Bàba.”, you beamed triumphantly, handing the phone across the table, and grabbing your spoon to finish off your dessert.

That settled it. It was Hao’s turn to be grumpy. Though, he wasn’t too bummed. The best part was teasing you, after all. The colors seemed to follow quickly after you’d decided on the flavor. White with a lemony yellow trim and “It’s Jun Day” lettering along with green leaf accents went perfectly with the lemon flavor.

~

It was finally the big day and no one at the bakery could say they were disappointed to see you go, not having to deal with the two of you again until your next celebration. You held onto the cake for dear life, insisting you take responsibility for it, afraid your Bàba would drop it as if you weren’t the clutz of the two of you.

“Are you sure, Bāobèi?”, Minghao winced, reluctantly releasing the box into your arms. But there was no saying ‘no’ to his little one. Unfortunately, both he and Jun spoiled you a little too much to turn back now.

“I got it! I wanna keep it safe for Daddy…”, you pointed, your puppy dog eyes always doing the trick.

Sighing out his nose, he opened the door for you, eyes shifting rapidly between your arms and feet, ready to support both you and the cake at any second if he had to. Despite his paranoia, the three of you (cake included) made it home safely, Minghao scoping the scene to make sure Jun hadn’t made it home yet.

After setting the cake on the counter, he turned to you and kissed your forehead with his upturned lips, “Well done, sweet pea. Are you ready to decorate? Junnie will be home soon.”

“Can I hab another kissie??”, you stood up on your toes, just to make it a little easier for him to press his lips to your head again with an airy giggle.

Quickly, the two of you got to work, digging out your hidden party supplies and gifts. A banner here, some ribbon there and a well written card from the two of you were set out with the cake and Minghao got to work on Dinner which could cook on its own in the oven until after Jun arrived.

“Bāobèi, it’s time.”

~

You had to hold your breath and keep yourself from bouncing around excitedly and squealing when the door handle turned. And even more so when the door opened, the man of the day shutting it behind him as he came inside.

“Wahh….”, Jun grinned, popping off his shoes at the door and stepping toward the colorful display set out for him, “I thought you guys might be planning something.”

As he got closer, you and Minghao began singing happy birthday, setting the pleasant scene for him with all of your love. With shining eyes, he admired the decorations, easily picking out which ones were chosen by you. Your tastes were sweeter, cuter, while Minghao liked things simple or abstract, artistic, organized chaos was all that was allowed.

“Yayyy! Happy Birthday! You’re old now, Daddy!!”, you giggled, crashing into his arms. Warm arms squeezed tightly around you as he exhaled, giving you all of his appreciation in return. He’d had what felt like a million parties in his life but none of them would ever compare to something sweet and simple, planned by the two people he loved the most.

Minghao snorted quietly at the comment, putting his arms around the both of you and squeezing as tight as his recovering collar bone would let him.

“Thank you, guys. Is this my lemon cake?”, Jun peeked over your head.

“Hey!! How’d you know??”, you frowned, blinking up at him with pouty eyes.

“Daddies always know.”, he whispered, pressing his finger to his lips while glancing with smiling eyes toward Minghao.

It wasn’t as if you’d been cryptic when you called him, arguing with your Bàba over Jun’s favorite flavors.

“What’s that smell??”, Jun’s eyebrows suddenly shot straight up, his mouth watering as he sniffed the savory scent filling the air.

“Something I think you’ll like.”, Minghao snickered, pulling himself from you two with one last kiss to Jun’s cheek, then to your temple.

“You two spoil me.”, he smiled softly, resting his head against yours as you turned around in his arms to face the kitchen.

It wasn’t much. But quiet, simple and sweet was the perfect combination of three flavors and three loves.

🧸Endnote: Guys I know I’ve been talking about Seungkwan and I promise I have been working on it when I have the time and energy but you know I had to whip something up for my special boy (and my other special boy) JunHao 🥹 and idc if you like it because I wrote it for me okay ㅠ ㅠ there really aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe how I feel about Wen Junhui. He my husband, my parasocial support boy idc ㅠ ㅠ no one will ever replace him in my heart I would die for this man. Okay anyways… I’ll shut up now. For your sake because I could talk about him to no end 🥹💖💖 Happy Birthday my love ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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