#Dalmatian x reader

[frogchiro]

What type of hybrid would Roach be if you written him? 🤔

If he was a dog... and if you seen that part where he outran men and bullets, and me looking up dog breeds... I'd say either a Dalmatian or maybe an Irish wolf hound?

Those things are HUGE so I understand if you don't see him like that– o-o

Or maybe a bernease mountain dog??

I think I saw somwwhere that Roach is actually huge?? Like 6'2 (188cm) but please don't take this as granted😭

But I actually see him as a dalmatian hybrid!! I have a deep love for Dalmatian and I love Roach very much too so it would fit ;;

Apparently they are very friendly and energetic so it would be good for guard dog!Johnny to have Roach as a playmate to burn off that excess energy since Ghost is often too busy or tells the boys to 'fuck off and bother someone else', and they are often a bit too much for Kitty!Reader whom they love to chase and herd much to her displeasure, not to mention that they usually try to mount her too even though she's tired out :((

But Roach uses those huge puppy eyes on you and whines quietly to get back in you good graces and if he begs prettily enough you may even let him snuggle with you or sneak a little hump on your plush ass while Johnny whines bc he was locked out :(

[fandomnerd9602]

hello good sir,would you please make one of 2021 cruella x Reader? Thanks.

Cruella saunters up to Y/N…

Cruella: I am quite a fan of your designs, darling

Y/N: t-thank you Ms DeVille

Cruella: please call me Ella. how would you feel about-

Y/N: I-i don’t really know about being an assistant, ma’am. I just love designing for fun.

Cruella: I would never ask you to be an assistant. That is too low for you.

She wraps her arms around Y/N…

Cruella: I was going to ask you to be mine

Y/N: o-oh…okay

Cruella giggles deviously…

[luv4georgie]

101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then… well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

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should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[alilixx]

Actually watching The 101 Dalmatians with Hugh Laurie and omg, I love when he’s a bad guy or smth.

[arlo-has-descended-to-dirt]

1x6 L.D.S.K

IMDb did us so dirty with this one, they gave us a single low quality Spencer image so I have to scavenge through the web because I LOVE THIS EPISODE. I wanted to find the bit where Morgan puts the whistle on Reid but I couldn’t find it :(

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Pongo and Perdita [Crossover Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Crossover style 1. Characters from one franchise appear in the universe of a totally different franchise. 2. The plot of one franchise is applied to characters from a different franchise. "Bucky gets a dalmatian service animal and meets you and your service dalmation, very in the style of 101 Dalmatians."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Female Reader. No other warnings, just fluff.

WC: 1,135

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Bucky plucked away at the old piano, a thrift find he reveled in playing to his heart's content to chase away the bad thoughts and keep him going. Pongo laid at his feet, a service dog he’d gotten a few years ago to help him through all the trauma. Not only an incredible companion, but a best friend. 

Pongo knew hobbies were important for his human, especially one recovering from what he’d been through. But Pongo had been cooped up in that stuffy Brooklyn brownstone with him all day and was desperate for the fresh air. Afterall, getting out of the house was essential for Bucky’s health.

Pongo sauntered over to his favorite spot by the window, watching the world go by. 

A tall, lanky girl walked by, brown coat shining in the sun. Her human wore a beret and oversized glasses. What an unusual breed.

Then came a pug, nose strung as high as her owners and not even giving Pongo in the window a second glance.

After them, a small child and her pup and an old woman on a bike with her dog in a basket.

Pongo laid his head on the window sill with a sigh. 

Then he saw her, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Clean white coat, symmetrical spots and the most enchanting caramel eyes.

And the human wasn’t half bad either. 

It had just been him and Bucky for far too long. But this mystery pair seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that. 

Pongo lept to the front door, took his leash in his mouth, and galloped over to Bucky. His sad, large eyes told his human exactly what he wanted.

“Sorry bud, got kinda carried away. Alright, let's go to the park.”

Perfect. That had to be where the dalmatian and her human were heading.

Brooklyn’s Prospect Park was Bucky’s favorite place to be in the spring. The trees were in bloom and plenty of grass had finally grown in after the long winter, giving him and Pongo plenty of space to stretch out and play.

But today, Pongo didn’t seem interested in stopping at his favorite greenway. He ignored all the other pups he’d normally be so eager to play with. Bucky practically had to run to keep up with him, nose in the earth following a scent like a trained bloodhound and choosing a trail they’d never gone down before.

Finally they stopped. Bucky rested his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

They were by a beautiful pond, one they’d never come across before.

You were sitting on a nearby bench, head lost in a book with your dog sitting beside you, watching the water.

Pongo traipsed right over, leaving Bucky exasperated and still catching up.

He went up to your dog first, giving her a chance to sniff him and make sure he was okay before approaching you. She seemed unsure, but he went ahead anyway.

You excitedly put down your book and gave him some pets.

“Well hey there handsome guy, who are you?” you asked

“Sorry!” Bucky finally caught up “Sorry, that’s my dog. He usually doesn’t bother strangers.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. He’s a sweetie. Aren’t you?”

Pongo looked incredibly pleased with himself as you scratched a particularly good spot behind his ear.

“What’s his name?” you asked the strange handsome man

“This is Pongo. He’s my service dog.”

“Pongo! Oh you’re a good boy!”

Bucky bent down, giving your aloof dog some attention as well.

“This is Perdita. She’s also my service dog.”

“What a pretty girl.” Bucky commented as he stroked her head

Perdita shot Pongo another look, as if to say “Haha, I’m getting some attention too!”

“Well,” Bucky stood, “We’re sorry to bother you. Like I said, this is unusual for him. Come on Pongo!”

“Oh no, you’re no bother. I love meeting other dogs!”

“Well, have a nice day.” Bucky said with a smile, bowing his head and reattaching Pongo’s leash, attempting to drag him away.

Pongo jumped up, nudging his nose against Bucky’s shoulder and in one motion, took his vibranium arm in his mouth. Bucky was knocked backwards, giving Pongo the opportunity to slip away and run, leash still trailing behind him.

“Pongo! Give it back!” Bucky shouted, finally getting back on his feet and running after him

You jumped up, attempting to help the stranger chase his dog and get his prosthetic back.

Perdita, meanwhile, looked amused as she watched you and Bucky run around in circles, trying to capture Pongo.

Suddenly, you and the man collided, chest to chest, as you both were too focused on where Pongo was and not each other. You looked down at your feet and Pongo had gotten his leash wrapped around both of your legs.

“Oh gosh, I am so sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, trying to untangle the two of you

Perdita jumped in, tugging at the hem of your coat to keep you from toppling over.

But it was no use. With a loud splash you and the man went crashing into the pond.

It was a shallow pond, but still it had done a marvelous job in soaking you head to toe. 

“I am so sorry!” the man exclaimed as you both flailed in the water

You couldn’t respond, this incident being the tipping point in a terrible week. All you wanted to do was go to the park and read your book and relax. The tears started flowing freely.

“Oh god.” Bucky felt awful “Here.” he said, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket that was also drenched.

What kind of an old-fashioned weirdo carried around a handkerchief? You had to giggle at the fact. And it was totally useless too, as the man and his clothes and the things in his pockets had also fallen victim to the unexpected swim. So you giggled some more.

And the man also giggled. In fact, the two of you couldn’t stop giggling. 

Two sharp barks from the bank of the pond snapped you out of it, as Pongo and Perdita sat side by side, tails wagging while they watched the two of you sit in the water.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” the stranger said, offering you his flesh hand and helping you stand

You smiled at him and introduced yourself.

“Would you like to walk with me to my place? It isn’t far from here and I can get you some towels so you can dry off? Get a warm cup of coffee for you too? It’s the least I can do after my dog caused all this.” he offered

“I’d like that.” you replied

You helped him reattach his metal arm, and then you and he walked side by side out of the park, Pongo and Perdita not far behind.

[annaberunoyume]

Imagine: The Spot goes outside of his appartment. In utter frustration because his experiences to recreate what happened in Kingpin's lab just won't work.

Just then, you return from walking your dalmatians. You look up and see this weird, but somehow cute monochrome, taller polka-dot man. You've seen so many things in New York that it does not faze you. You see him holding his head with both hands in frustration, sitting outside. You approach and your dogs licks him. Thus begins a kinship...

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

how do you think luke would be with pets?

Thanks for the ask, anon! I don't know if any canon or legends material really touches on this, which is such a shame because I think he would be so good with animals!

Luke has always been a fan of all sorts of creatures. As a little boy on Tatooine, he loved playing with and riding his friend Windy's dewback. He did have a pet of his own growing up: the Lars family owned a spotted sandhound named, you guessed it, Sandy. Even though she was an old girl, Luke would always run around the farm with her and try to teach her tricks, and she'd always do her best to keep up with him.

Sandy was extremely protective of him, to the point where it cost her life; when he was around thirteen years old, a group of womp rats ambushed him while he was tending to some moisture vaporators, and she immediately rushed in to take all the fatal blows. It was absolutely devastating, but in a rare moment of vulnerability, Owen used the situation to teach Luke about the inevitability of loss and the importance of appreciating those you love in the moment--a skill that would ultimately be very relevant to his jedi training.

On the topic of jedi training, animals are naturally drawn to him due to his strong presence in the force. Sometimes this means an entire flock of jubba birds will land on him and all start singing, other times it means large, predatory creatures will locate him very easily and try to eat him. Luke absolutely hates fighting or attacking animals. He is forever haunted by the time he literally disarmed a wampa--he was only trying to scare it away, he didn't mean for it to actually make contact with his lightsaber. You remind him that even though he didn't have a choice, he still did the right thing by giving it a chance to live.

I know I've talked about this before, but Luke would be a total horse girl (boy). He's great with dewbacks and he's great with tauntauns, so he would definitely also be great with equinoids like pulgas, orbaks, and guarlaras. Even though horses are usually extra skittish around men, they're perfectly fine around him because they can sense just how kind and gentle he is. They especially appreciate that he's intuitive and empathetic enough to know never to raise his voice or make sudden movements around them.

After noticing Luke's knack for critters, you decide to get him a pet of his own. You end up getting him a rescue tooka cat you found in a shelter at Mos Espa: it's a playful, snuggly orange tabby that's missing its right paw. What a strange coincidence, you thought, gently picking it up. Luke deserves to know he's not alone.

When Luke came back to your shared quarters on Home One and saw a kitty on his bed, he was ecstatic. He literally started crying--thankfully, you had R2 there to record his reaction. Because you found it on Tatooine, Luke decided to call it "Lars" in honor of his family. They end up doing everything together: he goes to briefings with Lars stretched out on his shoulders, they go on joyrides in his x-wing together, etc. People get a huge kick out of how close they are--"guy who blew up the Death Star crying over a cat" ends up becoming a huge meme in the Rebellion.

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[theviceadmiralswife]

Alignment fever chapter 1 part 1

Salute recruits and soldiers to this moaning Monday🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊

Today I spoil you all with the first chapter of a Vice admiral Dalmatian x reader fanfic. Because of restrictions on word count i have to split it in 3 posts, you can also always vist my blog for every other part. So cuddle in fluffy blanket and enjoy this story of the furry vice admiral.

Alignment Fever

chapter 1 fated to meet in heat

Dalmatian the zoan vice admiral looks up as the door opens “what do you want?”, he softly growls as he had just got back from being on the seas. Marineford was hit by a heatwave like none other before and Dalmatian didn't like this at all. Y/n entered the office, she was a short somewhat curvy women, nice curves, half his size shoulder long strawberry blonde wavy hair tight into a bun, the woman was wearing a HQ kitchen uniform, one of the new servers or cooks no doubt. "Hello vice admiral Dalmatian , y/n here I've been ordered to bring refreshments to all higher officers and vice admirals, would you like some cold water?", she says in a friendly professional tone as not to disturb the vice admiral for too long, y/n cracks a small smile. “Oh hello, y/n was it?, yes yes sure… desk please and… if you could leave now Id appreciate it.”, he waved his hand not looking up from his paperwork, but he could hear her footsteps as she got the water and brought it to him. polite and professional she placed ice cold water in a jug and a glass on his desk carefully: "Yes sir, Sorry just bringing water to everyone in this heatwave orders of the head chef she's very strict". as y/n placed the water on his desk as she did her scent hit his nostrils a mixture between perfume and hormone and pheromones, Dalmatian recognised the scent as heat, but he was taken aback by the fact that it was so powerful almost intoxicating. He watched her do this as he felt his heart rate go up slightly and his tail slightly wagging up and down, he took a huge sip of water it was refreshing indeed, but her smell remained in heat. "I'm glad you like to be offered water.", she said that noticing his tail wagging. He realized it was wagging and it stopped immediately as he blushed slightly: “I ah- uh- uh- I- just, thank you.”. She blushes a bit her face going red, it was obvious like everyone else she was suffering from the heatwave, but Dalmatian knew this woman was also in her heat cycle she was hot for more then just the weather reason. Dalmatians tail started wagging faster flicking with desire. She needed a mate and he wondered about if she had a mate already then it would soon be time to do it, very soon, but then again she was pure human….. Y/n blushes even more as she seemed to be entranced by Dalmatians tail and for a moment time stood still. "Here !", Dalamatian refilled his glass of water and handed it to y/n , " Drink your hot too!". He hoped that this wouldn't be taken the wrong way by her. "Oh sir, I possibly couldn't drink your water..", y/n replied blushing even harder now, this heatwave was a drag but in uniform she found it to be unbearable, feeling like she was sweating every second. y/n being so flustered made her scent of heat all the more intoxicating to Dalmatian , pulling and enticing his instincts to surface. He stood up from his desk, towering with his large frame over y/n , she smells SO good to him his pupils dilated, his tail started to flick some more. " No I insist have a glass of water you must work hard bringing water to us all on this floor!", Dalmatian said with as much confidence as he could muster, speaking became incredibly hard. y/n drank the water in a few gulps she was feeling feverish for a while now and thought the heatwave got to her really badly, she was happy and grateful for a bit of kindness shown by the large vice admiral. Dalmatian watched as she closed her eyes and drank the water every image of her drinking called out to his primal nature, her scent how she moved, how she sounded, how she looked.

[frogchiro]

May I ask some Dalmatian!Roach?

So now that Simon and Johnny or locked together because Simon was punishing him and Catgirl!Reader teased them about Graves but they're stuck together and it takes awhile for the knot to settle down :((

And Dalmatian!Roach hears Reader's whines to be bred and fucked cuz she's ovulating BADLY as she uses her tail on herself to tease Simon and Johnny more before Roach finds them and sets to teasing her because that's what brothers do; they look out for each other 🤭 and he's licking and sucking on her swollen clit as he uses 3 fingers on her, but not once does she cum cuz he won't let her and she's crying that she wants babies!! X( But Roach isn't don't teasing her yet, slapping his swollen tip on her clit as their fluids stick together and he's just kissing her lovingly and nibbling on her neck~

And then he puts her in a mating press so it would be easier to access her womb and give her babies when he knots inside her, but if a single drop spills, he'll have to include Simon and Johnny when their free :((

He's trying to be supportive, damn it!! X(

I think under all that energy, he would he a romantic guy 🙂

I will raise you to the idea of Roach being a little shit and FULLY taking advantage of the two larger hybrids being knotted and stuck together and having the pretty kitty all to himself right in front of them :(

Roach is slightly smaller than both Simon and Johnny and is less robust and rambunctious so he whenever the three men are getting it on with you poor Roach always has to wait the longest for the two other to mount you and finish so this is a perfect opportunity!! Not to mention that he can smell you're ovulating and your yowling will soon attract unwanted attention so what better way than Roach being the one to mount and calm you ^.^

Johnny and Si can snarl all they want but whenever one of them makes a too sudden move they whine in pain because it disturbed the knot still lodged deep inside Soap so they can only sit and watch you get fucked and bred by Roach who, judging by the pleasured expression on his face and his tongue lolling out, is happy as can be while thrusting the leaky tip of his cock against your cervix as you moan and mewl for him to give you his pups :((

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi could I request a Carlos De Vil x reader where maybe she is the daughter of Roger and Anita Radcliffe from 101 Dalmatians. Maybe it could be like an enemies to lovers situation but not necessarily enemies cause Carlos is such a sweetheart

IM SOBBING YES YES YESSSSSS ; also fair warning I only write gn / they/them readers so I keep everything pretty in the middle so everyone feels included haha ; but thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy 🫶

CARLOS DE VIL ; a new story

summary ; yours and carlos' parents were enemies in their stories, but you and carlos, not so much

warnings ; language

track ; something new, tokio hotel

word count ; 1.6k

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You knew the story of Cruella De Vil and your parents one hundred one dalmatians. It was told to you as a bedtime story every night you asked for it growing up. So, naturally, you'd grown a distaste for Cruella De Vil, and her son who'd you'd just found out existed, Carlos.

You never sported a fancy dress or a tux, considering you worked with dogs.

During the VK's second day in Auradon, their search for their next class led them past your little pasture of grass where you worked with and trained dogs. From Yorkies to German Shepherds, you had them all.

But you'd unfortunately caught their attention as they passed by, your loud shouting and jogging leading them to you. Mal opens the door, Carlos behind her shivering and shaking at the sight of dogs.

"What are you doing?!" He asks her

Mal rolls her eyes. "Seeing what they're doing with all these dogs"

The four approach you, nearly scaring the hell out of you with their bright hair and clothes. They'd snuck up on you while you had your back turned, in your defense.

"Oh, hello! You must be the new kids?"

Mal nods. "Mal, Maleficent's daughter"

She accepts your handshake as you introduce yourself. "Y/n. Rodger and Anita Radcliffe's kid. Y'know, Cruella De Vil and the dalmatians?" You chuckle

Mal, Evie, and Jay all look over at Carlos, practically pretzeling himself as he holds his arms to his chest, feet stuck together to make himself a smaller target for all the dogs.

"Evie, daughter of Evil Queen" The blue haired girl smiles.

"I'm Jay" The boy with the long hair flexes his muscles.

Mal snaps at Carlos.

"Uh- Carlos."

"Cruella De Vil's son" Mal smirks.

You blink, staring at the boy. "Uhm, so! Why are you guys here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

Mal shrugs. "We'll be fine. What's with all the dogs?" She asks, watching a pitbull nearly tackle you as it jumps on you.

You giggle, rubbing his back. "I train dogs" You answer, looking back up at her.

"At school?"

You shrug. "Better than on the street. Fairy Godmother allowed it cause I'm such an excellent student" You give them a fake smile, knowing your grades were fairly average, maybe just below. "But, it's either this or they get killed" You shrug, "I work with cats as well, but my friend Marie is mostly in charge of that"

"Let me guess..." The purple haired girl begins. "Marie, like those three little talking kittens?"

You nod. "You can play with them," you say, referring to the dogs, "I'm not gonna tattle on you for skipping, I couldn't care less."

Carlos shrieks, jumping onto Jay's shoulders quickly as a small dog attempts to jump on him, wanting attention. Your eyes quickly widen, looking up at him. You look back at Mal, curious as to why he was so jumpy.

"He'll tell you" She snickers, her and Evie walking off to play with one of the smaller dogs.

Jay shoves Carlos off his shoulders, leaving him cowering in fear to chase after one of the larger dogs. Carlos stands still, staring at you while the dogs bark and growl, playing with each other and with his friends.

"Why are you so scared of dogs?" You chuckle, picking a little Shitzu up, holding her in your arms.

"My mom told me that dogs are little demons that eat boys when they're bad" He answers quickly, the words falling out of his mouth. His eyes are running wild, trying to make sure none of the dogs approached him.

Your expression softens, realizing he's not some evil asshole that you'd thought he was at first. Christ, he wasn't gonna hurt these dogs, he couldn't even be within the same space as them.

"Well, your mom lied to you. These dogs are the nicest creatures on this Earth, they wouldn't ever think of purposefully hurting you, let alone think of eating you" You chuckle, scratching the ears of the dog in your arms.

A slightly wide eyed look appears on his face, like he couldn't believe that his mom would lie to him about that, especially so much to create a phobia. But, it made sense to him, she's lied before, she treated him like some servant to her.

"You wanna hold her?" You ask him, referring to the dog in your arms.

He quickly shakes his head no, still a little too scared to wanna face his fear. For all he knew, you could've been lying to him.

"That's fine," you softly smile, trying to make him feel comfortable. You could tell he was a bit less tense, but you tried keeping things calm for him. The audible laughter of his friends fills your ears, seeing them practically playing tag with a handful of the dogs. "You don't have dogs on the Isle, do you?"

He shakes his head again.

"Well, feel free to do as you please. I don't think your friends wanna leave anytime soon"

"I don't think so either"

It'd been a while since your first encounter with the new VK's. But, you didn't think they were some delinquents with no hope for a future like others did, they were just misunderstood and needed a chance to succeed.

Carlos, by himself, had come down to your spot one afternoon.

You were occupied with brushing the shed fur off the longer haired dogs, working on a retriever when he entered.

"Hi" He shyly smiles.

You turn back to look at him. "Oh, hey, Carlos!" You smile. "What's up?"

"I don't think dogs are evil anymore"

"Good" You chuckle. "What changed your mind?"

He shrugs. "You"

You roll your eyes, turning back to the retriever to hide the fact your face was heating up.

"You need any help?"

You stop yourself, looking back at him. "If you'd like to"

He smiles, approaching you to help.

"Just hold her paws like this. She likes squirming"

"She's pretty"

"She's got a hell of a coat"

He jumps as the dog barks, wanting out of your grips.

"Calm down, it's almost over"

Carlos was still kinda jumpy with dogs, even after he'd been on the tourney team for nearly a year. You, in honor of his growth with his exposure to his fear, decided to give him a dog to finish his exposure therapy. That was all his idea, you never thought for a second to try and force him to get along with dogs.

But, he wanted to be closer to you, which meant he'd have to get used to the dogs.

To be totally open and honest, he'd quickly developed a crush on you. Crush as in he was totally, completely in love with you.

He adored your soft smiles of encouragement and reassurance, how you were so kind and understanding, how you saw him for who he was. A lot of people assumed that he and his friends were pure evil, not thinking for a moment that maybe since they were raised by and to be villains, that they had things backwards but had grown into good people. You did that for him like how Ben did for Mal, how Doug did for Evie, how Lonnie did for Jay.

He just wanted to love you, to hold you close, and thank you for being truly you.

If he had to admit it, he'd be honest about how he was damn near mortified of you after hearing who your parents were, thinking that you were just like the retelling of your parents in his mother's stories. Thank God you'd exposed him to the true story and proved to him that you weren't some asshole.

He never expected to fall in love with you like this, your stories of the past told in the present, just a little backwards. How funny would it be to explain how your parents were rivals in the past and you'd fallen in love? How ironic.

He knew at least that your parents liked him, he was not planning on introducing you to his mother though, if that ever could've happened. The barrier still being up was the perfect excuse not to.

But, he desperately wanted to ask you a very specific question, something that could really make or break your relationship.

"Do you wanna go to the cotillion with me?"

"Sure" You shrug. "But, I do have a little surprise for you"

"Hm?"

You stop yourselves on the path in the woods. You whistle, causing a dog to sprint up to you from the woods. He stops at your feet, barking at his arrival. You smile, picking him up, handing him to Carlos.

Carlos, confused, looks up at you.

"His name is Dude. Don't ask about that. But he's yours. He needs a home, you're a pretty fit candidate" You smile

Carlos happily pouts. "Why are you?-"

"Because I can" You shrug. "And you've come a long way with your fear. I'm proud of you"

He scratches Dude's ears, a happy smile upon his face. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome"

"I still don't understand how or why you decided that I needed a dog, but I appreciate it"

At the cotillion, you and Carlos, after Uma's final attack, dance in the pool of water together, soaking yourselves while Mal and Ben dance together. Evie and Doug and Jay and Lonnie do as well, eyeing yours and Carlos' looks at each other, like you had hearts in your eyes.

You both jump in the water, splashing each other with it purposefully.

"Stop!" Carlos laughs, picking up a cupped handful of water to splash your face.

"Oh, you're dead!" You giggle, doing the same to him.

"Watch out, lovebirds!" Mal laughs, running past you two as Ben chases her.

"Lovebirds?"

"Do not act oblivious." Evie rolls her eyes playfully. "Just kiss already"

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Please please pleaseeeeee write more Hugh Laurie imagines

I love the request, and I came up with a new idea! I hope you'll like it. Did you know that Hugh Laurie played in 101 Dalmatians? I think the movie and his appearance are too underrated, so why not write a fanfic about him during the filming (around 1996)?

The set of 101 Dalmatians was buzzing with activity. Technicians were adjusting the scenery, actors were rehearsing their lines, and a group of Dalmatians waited patiently for their turn, wagging their spotted tails joyfully.

You had snuck onto the set unannounced, deciding to surprise Hugh. Your love for dogs naturally drew you to the area where the trainers were taking care of the four-legged little actors. You couldn’t resist the urge to join them, gently petting the dogs, your hands gliding over their soft fur.

The dogs seemed to enjoy your presence, and you quickly started helping to calm and entertain them between takes. You were so focused on them that you didn’t immediately notice the familiar figure walking towards you. After a few seconds, you felt a hand on your shoulder that made you jump. You instinctively stepped back until you saw who had touched you—it was Hugh. You smiled softly, taking his still-raised hand in yours and gave him a quick hug.

“Did I scare you?” Hugh asked with an amused smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You nodded, laughing softly. “A little, but it’s a good surprise.”

Hugh looked at you, his smile softening. “I had no idea you were coming today. You really surprised me… but it’s a very nice surprise.”

You gently squeezed his hand in yours, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his skin. “I couldn’t resist the chance to see you in action. And I knew there would be these adorable little furballs to cuddle,” you said, casting an affectionate glance at the Dalmatians, who had now settled peacefully around you.

Hugh let out a small laugh. “They’re lucky to have someone like you to pamper them. But I’m the luckiest of all.” He looked at you with tenderness, his blue eyes shining with affection.

You felt yourself blush slightly under his gaze. “I just wanted to surprise you and maybe make your day a little better.”

Hugh gently pulled you into another hug, longer this time, savoring the stolen moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of the set. “Mission accomplished,” he murmured into your hair.

You closed your eyes, relaxing against him, enjoying this shared moment of calm. The dogs, sensing the peace between you, had snuggled up against your legs, completing this perfect scene. Nothing else mattered at that moment, just the two of you and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat that you could feel against your cheek.

You could hear the sounds of the set gradually resuming around you, a sign that the break was coming to an end. Yet, you remained there, nestled against him, savoring these stolen moments. Even though you knew he would soon have to return to work, part of you was simply happy to be there by his side while he did what he loved.

Hugh slowly loosened his embrace, tilting his head to look at you with a tender smile. “I’ll have to get back soon,” he said reluctantly, “but I still have a little time. How about we go to the cafeteria, grab something to eat, and enjoy these few minutes together?”

You looked up, returning his smile warmly. “Sounds good to me, I’m starving anyway,” you joked, taking his hand.

Together, you left the spot where the Dalmatians had quietly fallen asleep, their little spotted bodies sprawled on the floor. Hand in hand, you walked across the set, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the technicians preparing for the next scene. For you, the noise and commotion faded away, leaving only the sweetness of this moment shared with Hugh.

In the cafeteria, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and comforting dishes welcomed you. You found a table in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the set, where you could finally sit down and talk, your fingers gently brushing across the table. Time seemed to stand still as you exchanged knowing smiles and stories, savoring this brief moment of respite before he had to return to the cameras.

“Thank you for coming today,” Hugh said, gently squeezing your hand. “You make every moment better.”

You smiled at him, your heart warmed by his words. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

He looked at you with a soft intensity, as if he wanted to etch this moment into his memory. “These few minutes are all I need to get through the day.”

Hugh smiled at you from across the table, his eyes reflecting endless tenderness. You couldn’t help but think about how perfect this man was for you, with his kindness and constant attention. But behind that smile, you knew there were doubts he kept well hidden. Despite all his talent and charisma, Hugh often lacked confidence, a truth you sensed in his quiet moments, in the fleeting glances where he wondered if he was doing enough.

You wished so much that he could see himself through your eyes, that he could understand how incredible he was, not just as an actor but most of all as a man. To you, he was more than the sum of his professional successes. He was the man with whom you saw your future, the one you dreamed of building a family with. Every time you imagined him as your husband, as the father of your future children, your heart swelled with happiness. You knew he would be perfect in those roles, just as he was perfect for you.

He had found you, and you had found your soulmate in him. It was an incredible stroke of luck, a rarity that few could claim. And even though Hugh sometimes struggled to believe it, you were there to remind him of how much he mattered, how much you both mattered together.

“You know, sometimes I think I don’t deserve you,” he suddenly murmured, as if he had read your thoughts.

You gently squeezed his hand, your eyes locked on his. “Hugh, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I’m so grateful to have you in my life. We’re meant to be together; you should never doubt that.”

Hugh smiled at you one last time before heading back to the set, his face lit up with an expression of happiness that warmed your heart. He seemed lighter, more confident after your conversation, and that made you proud. You spent the rest of the day wandering around the studio, watching the crews work, but every minute felt endless. You couldn’t wait for the day to end, eager to reunite with Hugh in the privacy of your hotel.

Finally, as the sun began to set, the lights on the set dimmed one by one. Hugh sent you a message letting you know he was finally free and on his way to meet you at the hotel. You left the studio, your heart racing at the thought of seeing him again.

When you arrived in the room, you took the time to relax, taking a quick shower and wrapping yourself in a soft robe, waiting for his arrival. The twilight bathed the room in a golden light, creating a peaceful atmosphere. You sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the faint sounds of the city through the slightly open window.

A few minutes later, the door to the room quietly opened. Hugh entered, a tired but happy smile on his face. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he immediately headed towards you, dropping his bag by the door.

“What a day,” he sighed, shrugging off his jacket before sitting down next to you on the bed. “But coming back to you here… it makes everything so much more bearable.”

You smiled at him, gently stroking his arm. “I’m glad you’re finally here. You look exhausted.”

Hugh nodded. “It was a long day, but it was worth it. Especially knowing I get to come home to you.”

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. Your heart began to beat faster, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver through you. He seemed different from this morning—more relaxed, but also more present, as if all day he had been thinking about this moment, about finally being alone with you.

You leaned in toward him, letting your lips brush against his. The kiss was soft at first, almost shy, a gentle acknowledgment of the pleasure of being together after such a long day. But quickly, the emotion grew, and you felt Hugh deepen the kiss, his hands gently framing your face.

“I thought about you all day,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and husky.

“Me too,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. “I couldn’t wait for us to be here, just the two of us.”

Hugh responded by drawing you closer, his hands sliding down your back, exploring every curve of your body through the robe. The kiss intensified, your breaths mingling as the atmosphere became increasingly charged with desire.

He gently laid you back onto the bed, positioning himself above you, his eyes locking with yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His skilled fingers began to slowly undo the belt of your robe, revealing your skin piece by piece, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Hugh…” you whispered, feeling a wave of heat wash over your body as he got closer.

“Shh,” he replied softly, his lips tracing a path from your neck to your shoulder, leaving you panting under his caresses. “I just want to enjoy you, this moment… just us.”

You felt his hands slide under the fabric, caressing your skin with tenderness mixed with desire. Each movement was slow, as if he wanted to engrave each sensation into his memory. You indulged in his attentions, your body responding to every touch, every kiss, as the tension between you grew further.

The outside world was disappearing little by little, leaving room only for the two of you, your bodies coming together, the love and desire that united you so deeply.

His hand that was on your cheek to bring your face closer to his to kiss you moved down to your hip to make you sit on his hips. You delicately put your hands on his chest to steady yourself, he was so beautiful beneath you.

“You’re driving me crazy” he said in a deep voice, and just then his middle and ring fingers slid inside you. You pressed yourself against him as Hugh began to slowly move his fingers in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your front wall.

His lips moved down to your jaw, then closer to your ear, pressing against the spot just behind your earlobe. You moaned as Hugh started to suck on the skin there. His voice sounded like it was coming from inside your head when he spoke.

“I can’t do without you,” he said softly just to kiss you afterwards while continuing to hold your hip with the other hand. You wanted to please him so much that you reached out for him blindly, your hand trailing down his body to his crotch, finding him hard.

With impatient, trembling fingers, you undid the button, requiring a few tries, but Hugh leaned back a little to help you. Then your hand was in his jeans and you held it, you pulled out Hugh's cock.

You blinked and saw that Hugh was also looking down, watching what you were doing. You looked up at Hugh as you slowly began to stroke him.

He had stopped the movement of his fingers inside you when you took off his shorts, but he took them again at the same time, and you both let out a deep moan. You leaned forward and kissed Hugh and he returned it, pressing his tongue against yours. You loved everything about him so much, his smell, his mentality, his physique too of course. You were addicted to him.

Hugh resumed his pace, his fingers digging deep into you, the rest of his hand pressing against the outside of your pussy. You began to roll your hips a little, hoping against hope that you could somehow take him even deeper, have even more of him. Your hand on Hugh's cock moved frantically and while at first he moaned from the stimulation, the friction soon became too much.

The tremors in your thighs were a telltale sign that your movements were about to get very messy. He smirked knowing your mess was all thanks to him, his wife moaning his name.

You absorbed his moans like a melody and the sentence that followed made you come for a few seconds on his fingers, “Come my darling on the fingers of the future father of your children”. You couldn't answer. You threw your head back, your legs closing around Hugh's hand, a loud cry escaping you. Hugh pressed his lips to your neck as his hand continued to pump into you, his movements restricted by your thighs pressed together. Your muscles tensed from head to toe loving so much the pleasure Hugh was giving you.

After your ecstasy passed, you could see him with a proud look. You kissed him so that you no longer saw that superior look on him. “Don’t be so proud of yourself, sweetheart,” you said, but there was no opposition in your voice. Without waiting for Hugh's response, you stood up, pulled your legs up and stood further away from his chest. You gently pushed Hugh against the bed then, without breaking eye contact, you took some saliva into your mouth and let it fall into your hand. He huffed when he felt your hand around his cock.

You immediately choose a fast pace, winding your hands in different directions as you go up and down. You continued like this, just looking at him as you did it. Hugh was looking at your hand, panting, bottom lip pushed slightly forward, but then he looked up and saw you looking at him.

You felt his hip tap against the bottom of your hand, you continued to look at him, out of breath too, from the rapid movement of your arm as well as the sight of Hugh moaning your name with praises beneath you.

You vaguely heard his warnings that he was going to cum and you leaned in again, half kissing him, half licking his mouth. Then you saw Hugh move his other hand, angling it over his cock in what you thought was an attempt to not get his cum all over you when he came. But you had a different plan.

You leaned in, Hugh moved his hand on instinct and you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out. He grunted, maybe in surprise, maybe in excitement, and then you could see his balls tighten.

“Fuck,” he moaned, and then he came, the first spurt of cum landing on your tongue, but then you wrapped your lips around him, Hugh twitching deliciously in your mouth. His hand dug into the hair at the back of your head, squeezing it, close to the roots so it wouldn't hurt, but you could feel his hand shaking as he grunted through his release.

You understood why he was good with instruments, his voice was good no matter the circumstances. He smiled after that as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back on top of him. He kissed you even though he could taste him through your mouth, if he had to be honest. He loved it, he loved it even.

While you were in thought looking into his eyes, he took the opportunity to slip a leg between yours. He pressed it against you and you moaned at the contact. He wanted himself inside you so he started jerking off again while you rubbed against his leg. After a while of saying dirty things to him that made him hard, you end up feeling his cock against your vagina. You held on to her shoulders as you gently pulled her in where Hugh left you in control so as not to hurt yourself.

After you got used to it, you felt him slowly move his hips which were at first in sync with your moans until increasing the speed to his still ragged breathing. You felt his hip slap against your thighs, that thought immediately disappearing when he hit your sensitive spot. He'll take the opportunity to bite you and do it again until your legs are shaking and your pussy is clinging to his cock.

Even if he had just cum inside you, he will continue to thrust until he feels you coming. After you calm down, he will come over and kiss you and take you to the shower. You were going to love his shoot.

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Househusband Au HC'S

Summary:Crewel/Crowley/Vil/Rook/Malleus/Idia x gn!reader

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: my tag list is still packed so hopefully you guys find this 😂

CW:sus gardener Rook, discussions of Idia's depression and fear of death, but I think that's it

Part Two. Part Three

Most well dressed parent at the PTA meeting. Puts everyone to shame, and makes all the other parents and teachers jealous.

Cooks five star meals exclusively , and makes sure you get your proper intake of nutrients. He can't have his favorite pup lacking in proper nutrition!

One hundred percent coordinates your outfits for you everyday. You're the best dressed worker, all because your husband hand sews you outfits designed to blow the competition out of the water.

Pretends he's not snuggly, until nighttime, then he gets pouty. He'll be aggressively folding laundry, and not speaking to you until you come to bed and let him hold you.

You own twelve dogs. Each dog has an individual diet it is on, that is hand made by him everyday. He knows exactly what every dog needs, and makes sure to memorize what each dog needs.

If you want kids, you will adopt/birth at least three. He likes a full house. Majored in alchemy before he settled down as your househusband, and is more than happy to tutor not just your kids, but also their friends, in alchemy.

Sings like Roger from 101 dalmatians because I said so. Also he plays the piano like him. Because I said so. I'm weak okay!

They say he had an illustrious career as a model, then he met you. That's only half true though. He was planning on retiring anyway, and just happened to meet you around that time. He likes to let the tabloids believe it was all your fault. It makes him laugh. Vil Schoenheit bows to no one! Now drink your smoothie!

Healthy meals constantly. He somehow managed to make them all taste good though. It's a little suspicious honestly…what does he put in that smoothie? You never liked smoothies for breakfast before…

He likes to do your nightly routine for you. It's his love language. At 7 pm sharp, he clears his throat, and gestures for you to sit down. Then he brushes out your hair, does your skin care routine, dresses you in pajamas, and tucks you in, making sure to give you a kiss on the forehead before he joins you.

If you aren't home in time for your nightly routine, he goes to bed early, turned away from your side of the bed. He will not speak to you, even though you know full well he is awake. He knows deep down it's not your fault, but he has simmering rage and no one else to take it out on.

That said, when you do fight (which you do a lot) he'll storm out before he can be particularly nasty. But you'll wake up to a single rose on the pillow next to you, and a new pair of shoes to wear to work.

You have one fluffy white cat, or one child. It's one or the other in Vil's pristine house. This isn't a barn, for seven's sake.

Cooks, cleans, gardens…. he's made for this life. You don't even know where he gets the time for it.

Rook prides himself on having the best garden in the neighborhood. Your neighbors asked him what fertilizer he used, and he wrapped an arm around you and giggled about how it was "the most organic around". Considering the last time you had to do laundry there were red stains on his clothes, you choose not to ask questions.

If you have kids, there are three of them, each two years apart. He makes the perfect paper bag lunches for them everyday, with little french notes in them (raising bilingual kids in this family). As he drops them off at school he kisses each one on the top of the head, and jovially waves them off.

You have two dogs that he takes hunting with him on his solo weekends (they aren't often, because he can barely stand to part from you!) But you also have a rabbit. He gave it your name, and likes to tease you by saying how he "caught his lapin" and never saying whether he's referring to you or the rabbit.

Another one who makes sure you look your best at work. But his favorite thing is when you forget your lunch, and he "has" to bring it to work for you. This is when he is at his most dressed up, and your outfits compliment eachother the most. He loves the gazes of envy that come his way as he kisses you and hands you your lunch.

When he's not doing chores at break neck speed, he wants you to either be in his arms, or him in yours. He doesn't care which! Please, his poor heart needs you!

Trust fund baby. Born rich, then married you. Tried to convince you not to work, but you wanted to, for whatever reason, so he "allows" it. (Who is he kidding? He could never deny you anything, what a simp) he sulks all day though, moping like a lovesick teen until you come home. Heaven forbid you forget something and have to come back in before you actually left, because he has your boss on speed dial, and will call you in sick. Oh, you just left your wallet? Too late, he assumed you had fallen ill and had chosen to stay home with him! 

He's a little clueless on cooking and household chores (Lilia is no help) but he tries! Boy does he try! And it's not half bad. Not stellar, but not bad. You've only gotten food poisoning once, and he's only ever burnt a hole in two of your shirts with an iron.

Loves to serenade you with his violin on special occasions. You know the evening is going to be wonderful when he pulls it out. Oftentimes, it's a song he wrote for you, and sometimes he even sings along.  His deep timbre will often have you so relaxed that you start to drift off. He's fine with that! More time to cuddle!

Speaking of, he starts the night out by laying on his side of the bed, and by the end of the night he is wrapped around you like a koala. He also gets very hot at night. You often don't need a blanket. You asked him about it once, and he said something about "draconic internal temperature regulation", whatever the fuck that means.

You had to put him on a budget because he buys you every shiny thing he sees. He always goes over budget, and always insists it's the last time and it will never happen again. This, friends, is what we call a lie.

He's only a househusband in name, really. He still has an income/job in the form of streaming and YouTube videos. But he stays at home, and likes it when you call him your househusband. He gets all blushy and smiley. He likes the idea of being the one you look forward to coming home to.

Ortho lives with you both, obviously. And he does all the cooking and cleaning. But he and Idia have an unspoken agreement that if you ask, he helped too.

Calls you at work at least once a day. It's always during your lunch break though, so that you can "eat lunch together" You know his mental health difficulties are acting up if he calls you more than once though.You don't have to come home, he'll be alright, he just needs to hear your voice.

His stream only knows you as player 2. When you get back from work, he'll say "Oh player 2 just got home!" And get so excited. He'll run off stream to give you a kiss, and won't come back until you remind him he's streaming. His followers have been there through the whole progression of your relationship, and despite not knowing what you look like, and only hearing your voice off screen every once in a while, they adore Gloomy Samurai and Player 2.

You always have two cats at a time, usually the ones at the shelter or humane society that are bonded or siblings. He doesn't want to separate a family, and also gets nervous about the inevitability of death. So you always have two cats. That way if something happens you always have one.

Yes. You get him to start telehealth therapy, and medication. Why do you ask?

He tries, bless his heart. His cooking is not bad, but his cleaning skills are subpar. To be honest, he's not cut out for the househusband life, but you've heard horror stories about how he handled his previous jobs. So for the sake of the world, you do your best to ensure he stays here.

"He's so generous" 🙄 Any time he goes a little bit above what you expected from him, he drops that line. A particularly good dessert? How generous. He actually folded laundry today? So magnanimous. But it hurts his pride if you don't agree, and you married him for some reason, right?

He has an allowance, and usually spends all of it. Sometimes it's gifts for you, but a lot of times it's for him. Which, it's his allowance, so that's fine. But he buys the weirdest stuff and doesn't use it. It just sits around your home.

If you have to work on something on the home computer, good luck to you. Home is for loving him, not working! He'll slip into your lap, give you a sexy pout, and start caressing your cheek, and tracing shapes into your neck. Then he'll start talking about how you're neglecting him, just put the work away and come cuddle with him. 

Where he shines though, is if you guys end up with kids. He's a surprisingly good father, making sure they all are clean, safe, and well fed. He helps with homework, and is surprisingly good at it, he's good at seeing what their needs are, he knows immediately when one of the kids is sick, and is at the doctor right away… you don't know where these skills came from. But the second the kids are in bed, he's back to being your needy husband.

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Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

[ink-n-shadow]

Omg inkkkk drooling at the idea of two alphas and johnny being an omega 😭 he always gives me off bratty vibes. Like i feel like at one point you gotta give johnny something to bite/gnaw so he's not teething at us all the time and turned our skin all red and purple /j

𝜗𝜚 pairing: omega!johnny x omega!reader (allusions to pack!141 x omega!reader) 𝜗𝜚 cw: slight smut/allusions to smut (minors—DNI), use of muzzle, johnny being a mutt as usual, mentions of gags/rings

no because why else do you think that, after you come into and join the pack, simon begins scouring the internet for a muzzle? you’re curled up in simon’s lap on the day simon finally bites the bullet and orders the muzzle, your body a sore and exhausted mess of bite marks and hickeys smattered across your skin like dalmatian spots.

and the next time johnny’s got his paws on you and simon catches him, he’s dragging the scot off by the scruff of his neck, ignoring the pitiful whine johnny lets out to secure the muzzle around johnny’s jaw and lips.

“y’brought this on yerself, y’know that right? ‘til you learn how to treat yer toys, ‘m gonna haf’ta to muzzle you,” simon coos saccharinely as he finishes fastening the buckle around johnny’s head, pushing him back down on the bed where you’re still sprawled out wide eyed and a wet spot growing on your underwear.

gags and rings also do wonders to keep johnny from chewing a hole through you. simon’s fingers work too

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[squiddy-god]

Hello! I saw the Twst post you did the other day another Anon asked for about the golden retriever bf and Savanaclaw, and I adored it! It was adorable, so I was hoping for some other Twst characters (of your choice) to put with a golden retriever bf!

Hehehe more golden retriever bf as per request, i decided to do some that feel like they would be fun and silly, i'm really happy that i've been getting so many male/masc reader requests, it feels really good 

Malleus, divus, Floyd, vil

♥︎request open♥︎

Additional edit : the way I genuinely struggled to pick a picture of vil because he's to pretty

Cw : fluff, golden retriever reader!, male/masc! Reader. Reader is yuu/mc/you but is a beastman

Malleus 

 Oh he thinks you are just the cutest

Real sunshine x gloomy pair here because he is so in love with you

It always makes him chuckle that you are so eager to please and spend time with him, practically tackling him with a wagging tail when he visits ramshackle

His tail also wags when he happy to see you 

Finds himself patting your head often, like hes always giving you head pats because your floppy golden ers are just too endearing  for the dragon to resist

Still calls you child of man but he begins to rethink the name in favor of beastie because you are his cute little beast 

Love it when he ruffles your head and and your tail wags because it makes him so so special

He gets a bit jealous when others pet your head, but hes quick to come to your air if people touch you without your consent or if they make you uncomfortable 

(whos the real gaur dog lmao)

Divus 

Obviously in this one you are a grown adult and not a student,,,more like working as a teacher's aid or janitor 

I could not resist writing for him

Hes so perfect for this prompt because you are his adorable sweet puppy

He likes to gift you outfits that match your hair,fluffy ears because style will always be priority

The man absolutely calls you darling and good boy exclusively. Your name? Haha that's funny.

He is delighted to see that your world has/is exclusively beastmen, it means that you will have a slightly easier time adjusting with stuff.

Matching accessories all day every day, he’s particle to dalmatians obviously but he keeps a little keychain on his phone with a little golden retriever on it to remind him of you

Trust your ears and hair will never have a better hair cut, truly this man is a wizard (hahaha) with those scissors 

Floyd 

Still calls you shrimpy but he alternates between shrimpy and pupppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy said exactly like that 

Whos kicked puppy expression is more powerful?you or floyd? You because ironically unlike you, floyd has a biting problem 

I think he likes to play fight/wrestle 

Like out of nowhere you get tackled and now its a fight lmao

He also likes if you bite him with affection because he bites with affection too 

Teases you relentlessly about how much your tail wags when you see him but will also get so pouty if you see him and your tail isn't just going crazy 

You are his good luck charm for basketball 

Vil 

Pt two of perfect ears and tail 

He wont have you just walking around looking like some mangy hound, you are his good boy and he will have you looking your best

I think he would be really into those pet safe hair/fur dyes- here me out he really like when you two match purples, or any color you want because ofc 

Maybe he dyes little hearts/ a cute little poison apple on one of your ears (if you want) 

I also like to think that when you do really well at something he cant help but give you the headpats you rightfully deserve 

I think vil gets very stressed, usually it boils over at small things, you see a lot of the “behind the scenes” vil, even more thank someone as close to hims as rook, and you de-stress him a lot, petting your ears and being aloud to relax with cuddles is a good way to relax him.

Vil with those longer sharp acrylic nails and he gives the best head scratches (this is a call form inside the house i need this pls)