#cute pets baby cats baby dogs cute cat cute dogs cute cats puppies pussy

[melancholymegumi]

woah, baby where ya' goin'?

multichars n what hybrids (cats , dogs & bunny) they prefer! (bllk , bnha , jjk)

cw. hybrid talks , nsfw (mdni) , breeding kink , fem!reader , use of the word 'cunny' , heats n ruts mentions , kind of co-dependency (?) in puppy hybrid if u squint . lemme know if I need to add any warnings

bunny girls fever !

these guys love and need a soft , submissive and behaving little hybrid. they are already stressed the fuck out with their work, they do not have time for a misbehaving and feisty pets like a cat. But they also just want a pretty little girl who'll have her pussy prepared for them. Face down ass up with no complaints , begging to be cared for and nurtured for every single time. Wanting bunny girls also meant that they have a staggering breeding kink. Soft breedable cunny that's ready to give them babies , they are a family person after all. Why else would they get a bunny?

Nagi Seishiro , Reo Mikage , Chigiri Hyoma , Barou Shoei , Isagi Yoichi (he just likes them because they're cute, mainly.) , Chris Prince , Itoshi Sae, Nanami Kento , Naoya Zenin , Geto Suguru , Megumi Fushiguro , Higuruma Hiromi , Yuta Okkotsu , Kong Shiu , Izuku Midoriya , Yo Shindo , Todoroki Shoto , Enji Todoroki.

come here , kitty kitty !

these guys are freaks. they want cat girls mainly because of their mean and bratty demeanor. they want something to tame, and that 'something' is you! Perfect , mean and elegant little kitty who misbehaves just for the sake of it. and he eats it the fuck up. he looveesss your little outburst. Encourage it even, just so he has a reason to fuck you nice and deep into the mattress. Of course, they love your heat seasons too! but it's not like they can't breed you everyday, so it's just a nicer occasion<3

Shidou Ryusei , Aiku Oliver , Karasu Tabito , Reo Mikage (you didn't hear this from me.) , Kaiser Michael , Gojo Satoru , Fushiguro Toji , Ryomen Sukuna , Atsuya Kusakabe , Izuku Midoriya (you didn't hear this from me) , Touya Todoroki , Katsuki Bakugo , Tokoyami Fumikage , Shinsou Hitoshi , Aizawa Shouta (even though you're a hassle, you're his hassle)

Puppy girls demeanor !

oh, sweet loveable loyal puppy. he loves good and obedient yet cheerful and loyal girls. aka , you! A sweet little puppy who whines for his attention, gets happy from a little bit of praise and needy as fuck. Just what he wants. It makes him feel superior. You being able to fend for yourselves sometimes is also a game changer for him. You're literally perfect for him. You , completely clueless yet happy whenever he does something. It makes him want to knock some babies into ya'. he loves loves loves your rut season <3 begging for him and whining about how it hurts but not launching yourself onto him. Being completely patient and only doing subtle things until he finally realizes and takes care of you!

Kunigami Rensuke , Noel Noa , Alexis Ness , Kirishima Eijiro , Sero Hanta , Denki Kaminari , Present Mic , All Might , Yuji Itadori , Aoi Todo , Gojo Satoru

all writing is made and owned by @melancholymegumi on tumblr and only on tumblr. do not repost or translate without my permission.

[klttn]

THE BUNNYGIRL FIC WAS SO PERFECT omg i LOVE literally everything you write🩷🩷

could i perchance request a puppy girl reader and husk smutfic? no specifics just have fun w it!! i feel like that dynamic would be adorbs!!<3

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𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 husk x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : husk likes to draw out the cutest sounds from his little puppy. nsfw. smut. mention of husk’s knot. soft dom husk. puppy reader. biting. teasing. pet play duh. husk is a talker during the whole thing. tails.

cats and dogs. enemies by nature. the cat running from the dog, in hopes to remain free of harm from its vicious bite. the dog so heady in its chase to capture the cat in its grasp.

but with you and husk it was the opposite.

the hopeless puppy submitting to the harsh claws of her older kitty boyfriend. not that they were actually that harsh — unless you begged for that. more like a soft grip that had you melting for him in every way imaginable. his pup, his pretty girl, all his. and you didn’t mind that that chase was reversed.

“so pretty, doll, look at you, such a cute little puppy,” husks voice sounded in your ears, the praise going straight to your cunt, making you mewl and buck down on his pulsing dick. “such a good girl when you take me like this.” his hands wandered to your soft ears, lost in the mess of your hair, stroking them and scratching them just the way you liked.

a small moan slipped from your lips, hands resting either side of your head as you allowed yourself to succumb to his touch and gaze, “husk.. please.” you begged, voice barely there and hoarse. “more.”

chuckling, husk let his free hand rest on your hip, gripping harsh and possessive causing you to whimper. “please what, pup?” he teased, “tell your old man what you want.”

“.. touch me,” you breathed through broken moans. husk knew exactly what you needed, exactly where you needed it, he just delighted in watching you squirm for him.

his smile turned slightly sinister, “but im already touching you little pup.” he reiterated his words with sharp thrusts and the grip in both your tangles of hair and your soft hip became bruising. forcing you to feel him.

“more.. please, need more, touch me there.”

husks hands found themselves loosening, retreating his grasp and trailing your body. “where, baby?” he placed a kiss on your knee that was hoiked up and bent over his shoulder, running his hands softly over your outer thigh, painfully light but oh so addicting. “here?” you shook your head. his hands soon found themselves residing on your tits, flushed and nipples practically begging for attention. through all of this, his pace didn’t falter, softening just a bit but he made sure you could still feel every inch of him pumping inside you. he swirled his fingertips over your nipples, rolling them ever so gently, your back arching into the intoxicating touch. “what about here, doll?” you shook your head again and he begrudgingly traced his hands to your waist and hips. two of your most sensitive places. “what about here? need me to hold you down, bruise those pretty hips and fuck you silly, yeah baby?”

you couldn’t help it as a frustrated huff left your lips, whining so pitifully at his teasing. “huskie, please, you know what i need, please.”

husk dropped his face to your inner thigh and bit, hard, a lewd whimper leaving your mouth as you pathetically started humping your hips toward him. “since my pretty pup begs so cutely.” one of his hands freed your hip and shifted between you, his claw tracing down your tummy to the top of your pussy. “as soon as my fingers touch that pretty cunt of yours i wanna hear you whimper for me, those cute sounds could make me cum on the spot, need everyone to hear how good i make you feel.”

husk’s thumb rolled over your clit, eliciting those adorable whimpers he so desperately wanted, your head lolled back in relief at the touch, mouth gaping open and tongue peeking out so cutely. “that’s it, puppy, come undone, cum for me, milk my knot out of me with that tight little cunt of yours.” your eyes rolled back at his words, frantically moving your hips in time with his thrusts and his thumb, rubbing you just right. “you sound so adorable when you’re so full of me, baby.”

that pit in your stomach started to build and fast. so much teasing and feeling his cock fucking into you just right, you couldn’t take it anymore. with a high pitched whine, you came, back arching so high, husks cock was pushing impossibly deeper and soft tears falling down your cheeks. “fuck baby, so tight, good girl, puppy, good fuckin girl,” husk keened, endless praise spewing from his lips as you came down. your tail wagging involuntarily behind you. “so fuckin cute.”

husk let your legs slip off his shoulders, letting you fall after your high, his hands moving to scratch your ears and contunue to spew endless praise at you, “my pretty little puppy, you’re so cute, you take me so well, you sound so pretty when you cum, doll.”

your tails wagging picked up, your ears reacting in a similar manor, your puppy instincts taking over. dumbness leaking through just a little bit. eyes wide and needy for every word that fell to your ears.

husk chuckled softly, “do you think you can be a good girl and let me use you? i’ve still not cum baby and im just so fuckin hard looking at you like this.”

you blushed, biting your lips and nodding your head, “knot me, please huskie.”

“thats my girl.”

[nhinxsworld]

I love pet play so here is me doing pet play scenrios ♡♡♡♡ just some thoughts what pet i think they would have and what they'd do uwu

my list!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ; Megumi Fushiguro x reader ; Toji Fushiguro x reader ; Naoya Zenin x reader and Itadori Yuji x reader

warning: nsfw ; petplay ; dom/sub ; humiliation ; dumbification and idk???

Gojo Satoru

He peaks as the soft/slutty bunny type of guy or a cunning fox

Honestly his white hair just gives me snow bunny vibes, but any kind of bunny would be cool with him.

On one side he likes to corrupt the innocent looking ones, cute little bunnies who get feral horny with him. Pretty costumized bunny ears for his pet, he can afford it. Pretty pillow princesses he fucks stupid, in any position, but it's a plus if he can see that soft pretty tail.

Or maybe just the classic playboy bunny type, model body. Curvy, pretty ones, the nice lips, nice everything with those skin tight skimpy bunny suits. Fishnet or nylon doesn't matter, he'll rip them apart, he loves that clean sexy look, before he messes everything up.

Why fox? He just peaks me as somewhat you know special out of the usual. Foxes are rather rare for pet play since they aren't the average pet either. Though I can imagine a pretty fox, who would tease him back and is playful would keep him interested. He just might put a collar on you and tugs you around for the fun of it.

He thrives at any title master??? fuck yes baby push his ego. Sir??? hell yeah push his authority might as well call him sensei. daddy?? sure as classic he'll call you little one and other sweet nicknames

Really depends on his mood that day or what you'd want him to do, he can do anything, if you're a good pet for him he'll praise you, if you want to be degraded sure he'll call you his slut and spits on your face.

You just want to fuck ? Sure, he'll fuck you stupid and breeds your bunny/fox hole/cunt. You want him to actually treat you like a pet?? Yeah sure he'll put down a water bowl and all that shit down for you to use, he'll give you hella foreplay.

jokes about animal abuse in the end lol

Megumi Fushiguro

He is my baby, but if I had to pick for him? I'd just say puppy's. Megumi is a confirmed dog person, so yep I think he'd like obedient puppy's. Probably blushes when you put on the ears and the tail, at first he was like nah he isn't into it, but now it gets his dick hard.

He is very soft and sweet, so I can imagine that he'd get along with a playful and obedient puppy's. Loves it when the soft fur of your tail brushes against his skin and how the cute puppy ears peak through your hair. He'll praise you and would call you his good pet as he fucks on all fours. Probably wouldn't tug too much on your collar and leash, it just looks pretty on you.

Would get so flustered at the beginning if you want to call him titles, even if his name is girly, he'd probably still likes the intimacy when you call him by his name between titles.

probably thinks it's a bit weird at first, but you can ease him into it, and he'll tell you what he likes or and what he doesn't like

Toji Fushiguro

I'd just like to think the bias towards dogs runs in the family if not I think he's just the basic cat type same shit but calls you kitty

unlike Megumi, Toji isn't soft. He probably wouldn't care if you'd wear gear or not, actually he might tease and bully you, if you want to wear pretty puppy ears and a tail. Would call you slutty and weird, but he'd still fuck you. He is probably older so he'd just might call you childish and the whole 'You want to be a what kid??' Other than that he wouldn't always call you a good puppy, he'd call you his dumb fucking mutt. Just lives to degrade you and call you stupid. If you want to wear a collar and leash he'll fucking yank you with it, piss him off, and he will choke you with it.

He will literally choke you when you call him daddy. It's unknown of whether he likes or he hates it, he'd just allow it. Sir might be too formal for him a lot of people call him that probably since he is a bit older and works at weird places where he doesn't give his name often. Probably doesn't like master as it might be too touchy towards his family issues back when he was a Zenin.

If it's the cat type he probably is an absolute brat tamer, if you're an egoistic little kitty you're fucked. Get down on your knees for him, he'll fuck your throat until you cry. Be a good kitty for daddy, milk him. Behave and he just might help your little drenching pussy out.

He is just here to fuck, but he would humor you a bit with dirty talk, if you do well, and he likes you. Otherwise nah he wouldn't really go deep into petplay. He is an adult man who was married to what it seems a very normal women so he probably doesn't want to do something super wild or new.

Naoya Zenin

hmmmm I think it's a bit difficult because one dogs are obedient, but they're also often considered dirty mutts I feel like he'd rather like something expensive like one of those white beautiful fur blue eye cats (lmaoo gojo) though cats are seen as arrogant, and he wants his to submit to him fully

probably looks and acting wise he'd like cats but he'd go for dogs too

He just seems like the type to degrade you, and it's easier to insult a dog than a cat y'know?

LMAOO FORGET THE GEAR WITH HIM you won't ever get to ask him to put on ears. He is a traditional man, the max he'd put on you is a collar. I just don't see him wanting to take you on your suggestions and I don't see him suggesting it himself.

If you're very, very, very well-behaved he just might call you a good dog. Yep, don't expect him to call you something cute like puppy. Probably the type to not let you wear any clothes, but your collar. Makes you crawl around with a leash attached, he wants to see you suffer, he wants to dehumanize you. He fucking owns you, he does whatever he wants with you. You're here for his pleasure not yours and he gets off to you being embarrassed and humiliated.

Bark back and he'll put a muzzle on you.

Don't even hesitate to lick the floor he walks on, don't look at him, when he doesn't allow it. He will punish you upon misbehaving and his punishments are real torture.

With him, you need to be well-trained and groomed, a dirty disobedient pet isn't going to stay anywhere near him. Be a good pet, and he just might let you sleep next to his bed, if you do very well and present yourself well in front of his family he just might treat you well and allow you to sleep on the bed.

This isn't pet-play to him he is just an asshole. If he makes you eat face first from a bowl like a dog, he does it to humiliate and laugh at you. Calls you pathetic.

Yuji Itadori

lmaooo its said he is mixed between dogs and cats, but I think he'd have a cat lean when it comes to pet-play

it's just the whole catgirl/catboy/catenby on the internet for him, he thinks cat ears are cute

would totally be exited if you wanted to wear cat ears and tail, he'd just be fascinated about them for while, thinks it's super cute nothing weird at all

hell he'd love it if you wore the cat ears outside bedroom activities too

Would coo and praise you, goes pspsp and all the shit like you're a real cat

wholesome sex but would get horny af if you meow while he pounds you

absolutely mad horny when your collar jingles around while he fucks you, it's too cute

Thinks it's super fucking cute would totally be intrested to look further for fun, probably would platonically treat you as a pet too. Calls you kitty outside the bedroom.

Neck scratches !!

Calls you his pretty kitty, would be down to do anything.

He is your biggest simp :)

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Alpha - Bang Chan Hybrid Smut

Requested 💕

Warnings: Dom Chan, unprotected sex, knotting, breeding kink, hybrid wolf Chan

Your friends talked you into getting a hybrid, they all had one. Songha had Felix, a pretty orange tabby cat hybrid, Mia had a cute beagle puppy hybrid, Seungmin; and Jangmi had a fox hybrid named Jeongin.

So you decided to get one, and came across Chan. He was a handsome hybrid, half wolf. You were warned about him having alpha jeans, meaning he was also an alpha.

Alphas are very territorial of their keepers, and tend to be more aggressive. But Chan was so sweet all the time, and comforting. Always so caring and gentle.

But right now, he wasn’t being any of those things. He was being a dick. All because you were hanging out with a friend who had an alpha dog hybrid.

“He kept scenting you Y/N!” He growled, his canines larger than usual.

“He was being nice Chan! He just wanted me to pet him!” You argued, clearly irritated.

“How can you be so naive? I KNOW how alpha’s act, and that’s what he was doing. Scenting you.” He growled.

“Why are you acting like this Chan?” You asked.

“Because I already scented you! You’re mine and he tried to take that!” He snarled, his silver wolf-ish ears flat against his head.

“Chan what-“

“You May be my keeper, but you’re mine.” He growled, backing you into the wall and trapping you with his strong body.

Your face turned red as he dipped down and pressed his lips against yours. You were taken aback as his plump lips moved rhythmically against your own, his hands finding your waist as he dug his nails into your hips.

“Fuck- I can’t hold back.” Chan panted, his eyes full of pain.

“What are you-“ You tried to ask, but his lips found yours again.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be do this with your hybrid, but you were sucked into the heated kiss, Chan’s hands gripping your waist as his tongue won the dominance fight. He leaned down and sucked on your neck, whining as he sniffed you.

“You want me just as much as I want you.” He growled.

You could only whine as he licked your collarbones and sucked harshly, his canines piercing your delicate skin. You whined as he licked the spot he bit, a loud grumble coming from his throat.

“So, so good delicious.” He mumbled into your skin.

“Chan- A-Are you in heat again? You just finished a heat.” You moaned as he rubbed between your legs with two fingers, rubbing your clit.

“He tried scenting my mate, it sent me back into heat.” He growled.

Before you could even ask, his lips were slammed against yours as lifted you on to the counter, his fingers rubbing your clit. You rolled your head back and moaned, his fingers finding the perfect spot on your clit. He took your exposed neck as a sign he can mark you and began to suck and nibble your throat in a wolffish way, making you whine.

“You don’t know how hard it was to watch you were human males, knowing their intentions. Seeing that wanna be alpha dog try and scent you is the end of all of that, because you’re MINE now.” He snarled.

He lifted you by your thighs and placed you on the counter, dropping low until his face was level with your core.

“I can smell you through your shorts baby, you smell so fucking good.” He growled, licking up your covered slit.

You threw your head back, not caring that it slightly smacked into the cabinets above your head. He smirked as he quite literally ripped your shorts off, his breath hitching at your cute thongs. He leaned forward and licked up your pantie covered slit, making your eyes close as he worked his muscle over your covered clit. 

“So sensitive.” He purred, pushing your panties to the side and running a finger up and down your folds, collecting your wetness.

You let out a soft moan as he slipped a finger into your tight heat, making him let out a small, wolf like whine.

“So wet baby.” He whined.

His tongue flicked your clit, making your back arch as he slipped another finger into your tight heat. He rolled your clit with his tongue and his lips, making you see stars as his finger began to curl into your gspot. Your whines and the sound of your pussy squelching from his fingers pumping in and out of you filled the room. Your head remained leaned back on your shoulders, your lips parted as you let out moans and whimpers. 

He pulled his fingers out and you let out a whine at the empty feeling, to only be replaced with a high pitched moan as he stuck his tongue into your entrance. 

“You taste so good babygirl.” He moaned into your heat, slurping messily on your clit before bringing hsi tongue back to your hole.

His tongue licked your velvety walls and swirled around your slicked entrance, making your back arch into his face as you started to reach your high. He pulled away and you whimpered, tears filling your eyes. He kissed your lips and licked them in a wolf like manner, his large eyes shining an intense shade of silver/white.

“I’m going to breed you until your full of my pups.” He growled.

He pulled his shorts down and you choked at the size of his length. He was fucking huge, but he was half wolf after all, and an alpha at that. He rubbed your thigh and looked at you, his large eyes full of love.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked.

Your heart swelled at his concern, as you knew, most alphas couldn’t control themselves in heat, meaning he could ravage and destroy you at any moment. You bit your lip and nodded.

“I want you, Channie.” You whined.

“Chris.” He growled.

“I want you, Chris.” You mewled for him.

“Such a good bitch.” He grumbled.

He pulled you to the end of the counter, until the huge head of his dick was pressed against your entrance. 

“I would bend you over and fuck you, and breed you like a good bitch, but I have to watch your face when you take all of me.” He growled.

He leaned forward and kissed your lips as he rubbed his tip along your slit, trying to slick himself up as much as possible.

“I’ll go slow.” He whispered against your lips.

You nodded as you felt him at your entrance, before he started to enter you. Your jaw went slack when his head buried itself inside of you, the stretch making you let out a whimper of pain. He sensed your distress and gave your lips soft licks and kisses to comfort you, his nails gently running up and down your thighs. His licks and kisses were so gentle on your lips, making you melt into him as you clutched his shirt tightly. He pressed kisses and licks to your neck as you began to relax, making him push in another inch. Tears brimmed your eyes and he quickly stopped, his teeth gritted as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Just a little bit more babygirl.” He soothed.

You felt him push into you a couple more inches and you clawed his chest as tears streamed down your cheeks. He kissed them away, his nails gently running up and down your side.

“That’s all of me baby, you did so good.” He soothed.

He allowed you to stay like that for a bit before he lifted his weight off of you and let out a low groan. You looked up and saw your lower half bulging, his length visible just above your pantie line. He ran his fingers over the bulge, his eyes full of awe.

“I knew you were meant to be my bitch, I always knew.” He rasped through gritted teeth, trying to hold back from fucking you in half.

He slowly pulled his hips back and pushed into you, making you cry out as pain filled your lower half. He worked his thumb on your clit, trying to make you wetter and bring you some pleasure. He thrusts were slow and controlled, which shocked you, considering he was in heat. The way he was so focused on the way you were reacting made your eyes tear up again.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, his eyes full of worry.

“N-No, please don’t.” You begged, wrapped your arms around his strong back.

He held you for a moment, breathing in your scent, feeling you wrapped around his length and in his embrace. He pulled away and kissed your lips before he began to pick his pace up, his length bulging out of your belly with every deep thrust into you. He dug his canines into your neck and pierced the skin, giving the spot soft licks afterwards. Your eyes were blank as he fucked into you with such force, knowing he could demolish you if he wanted too. He pulled you off of the counter and pulled out, making you whine. He turned you around and pushed himself back into your now gaping hole, knocking the breath out of you at the new angle. You looked down between your body and moaned loudly when you saw your stomach bulging and emptying every time he thrusted into you, his own growls and groans above your body.

His large length was hitting deep into your womb, making your eyes rolls back. Saliva was dripping down the corner of your mouth as your mind went completely blank, the only thing you could think about or feel was him being so deep inside of your guts. Your legs almost gave out, but his strong arms held you up, half lifting you off the ground as he pounded harshly inside of you. Your orgasm had you screaming as his length stretched you and hollowed you out, making you into a rag doll. He pounded you through your high, garbles and incoherences spewing out of your mouth as he literally fucked you stupid. Your mind remained blank as his growls and groans were getting louder. He left dark marks and teeth marks along your back, but you couldn’t feel it, all you could feel was his length plummeting into you.

“Such a pretty bitch, taking my dick that’s too big for you- Ngh. You’ll look so good carrying around my pups.” He rasped.

His hips snapped roughly into yours, pulling out to just his engorged heat, then plummeting in to his thick end. His hips snapped off of your ass cheeks, loud slapping sounds and your screams and moans filling the room along with his grunts and growls. 

“You’re supposed to be my master, but here you are, bent over for me like an obedient bitch.” He growled, his hips snapping almots a little to roughly against yours, making you cry out as you came again.

He let out groan that sounded like he was in pain, then YOU felt pain. You body core began to expand as his length started to swell. You went to squirm away, but he held you tightly to him, his breathing ragged.

“C-Chris, what’s happening?” You asked as a pained yelp came from your lips.

“I-I’m breeding you- Nhg- It’s called knotting- fuck, don’t move.” He groaned.

Your pussy stretched to full capacity and you cried out as you felt a burning pain at your womb. He nuzzled his face into your neck, trying to comfort you as much as possible. He held you to him tightly, making sure that you don’t move or squirm too much.Your eyes had tears pouring from them as you felt a large amount of warmth fill you. Chan let out an almost howl like moan, his nails digging into your hips as he gripped them tightly. You felt yourself clenching around him as you orgasmed again, your eyes rolling back. You felt your abdomen swelling even more, and it was bulging very prominently from it. Chan circled your clit with his fingers, making you arch you back, your pussy directly against his pelvic bone. 

It didn’t take long for you to cum again, your whole body shaking as he held you against him. His dick wasn’t as swollen anymore, and it actually felt pretty nice with him just sitting inside of you, his arms around you as he held you to him. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as he began to slowly pull out of you. Cum spilled down from your abused hole, rushing down your legs and dripping onto the floor. You went to step away, but your legs gave out. Chan grabbed you before you fell and brought you into your room, wiping you off with a towel before laying next to you. 

He brought you into his chest and stroked your hair, his chest now rising and falling steadily.

“Chris, what was that knotting thing?” You asked.

“When we male alphas go into heat, we have to knot our mate. Our dicks basically swell as we’re coming and the tip gets attached to the females cervix so it’ll impregnate her. We get stuck together for some time, that’s why I couldn’t pull out for awhile.” He explained.

“Oh... That only happen’s when you’re in heat?” You asked.

“It can happen if we’re really work up, but usually knotting only happens when we go into heat.” He said.

His eyes were on you, and they held nothing but love and adoration in them. He softly stroked your cheek as you rubbed his feathery ears.

“I meant it when I said you’re my mate Y/N.” He said softly.

You smiled at him and kissed his nose.

“I know Chris.” You whispered.

“I love you Y/N.” He said softly, pulling you into his strong chest.

“I love you too.” You whispered, your eyelids heavy as you fell asleep in his arms.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hello! 😍 I'm glad you started your writing journey, wishing you all the luck! May I request Law and Zoro with a girlfriend who adopted a pet parrot? The bird is a loud little hyperactive shit and needs to be under control 24/7 unless you want a disaster. And one day she has to leave the ship till evening so the boys are left with the feather problem for a whole day 😉 Thank you so much! 🥰

REQUEST FROM BAS LET'S GO!!!!

Zoro

Luffy was the reason the bird first got on ship in the first place. 

The crew had made a stop on a summer island so various supplies could be restocked.

Sanji went to go get food supplies, Nami went with Robin shopping, Usopp went to go help Chopper get medical supplies, Brook and Franky went to go see a street performance, you went with Zoro to a bar to make sure he didn't get lost, Jimbe stayed behind to meditate and watch the Sunny, and Luffy went off on his own to see what adventure (trouble) he could get himself into.

In the while you and the other Strawhats were having your respective fun, Luffy wandered into the island's jungle. With his old strawhat tied around his neck and slumped on his back he scanned the jungle around him. 

Searching for any signs of adventure (or meat) he eventually came upon a giant nest on a rock. 

Scratching his head, he sprung onto it and peeked at what was inside.

A small parrot.

Tilting his head, Luffy then scanned the area for any signs of the bird's family. Not a single feather. 

He eventually came to the conclusion that the poor thing had been abandoned, so he hoped inside the nest and crouched down over the bird.

"Hey there little-" 

The bird screeched at him.

"-little feathery."

This time it screeched louder.

Luffy's face scrunched up as he took notice of the bird's injured wing, the blue feathered limb frantically flapped around aimlessly. Luffy frowned.

"Your family left because you're injured."

Somehow the bird seemed to understand, letting out an affirmative squawk. 

In a matter of seconds, a toothy grin emerged of Luffy's face.

"Don't worry! We have a doctor on our ship!" 

The bird tilted it's head with a confused squawk.

And that's how it ended up in Chopper's care.

The parrot, Chopper confirming him male and Luffy being correct about his family abandoning him due to his now permanent ability to fly, his bone structure had become so fractured in a fight he was in trying to defend his family's nest took that away from him, he would never fly again.

So with the bird's incapacity to survive on his own in the wild, Luffy declared him a part of the crew.

Everyone groaned, but didn't object to the captain's orders.

So Squawky, (as Luffy named him) became the most entitled member of the crew. 

His loud screeches kept the crew awake for hours at night, his demands for food drove Sanji to fantasize about making a chicken out of him, he found a way to get into Nami's treasure room and make off with her berries (which he then made nest out of), he would crawl up Brook's skeleton body and eventually made settle in his afro squawking along with the musician's music, and most notably: his love for you, and absolute hatred for Zoro. 

Some crew members like Luffy, Robin, Chopper, Jimbe and Franky got along with Squawky very well, chilling with him time to time. 

Usopp was scared of the damn thing. 

But you and Squawky had the most bounding relationship.

You'd set on deck reading a book while Squawky circled up on your lap while you petted him with one hand. (He was like a cat)

Every morning he'd bring you gifts (stolen items of Nami's treasure) 

When he starts to screech late in the night the only way he will shut up is for you to come over and pet him, it's the only way they'd get sleep period.

He was your baby. 

But Zoro however…

Squawky hated your boyfriend. 

The bird would turn into the likes of a guard dog every time the swordsmans tried to come near you. 

Every time Zoro would come into a room he'd poof up and the swordsman sworn he would start hissing.

"That's no damn bird! It's a fucking cat!"

It'd take some time and encouragement from you for Squawky to start tolerating your boyfriend's presence. (It didn't stop the chilling death glares though)

You love Squawky, and you also love Zoro. And you'd do anything for them to get along.

One day, about two months after Squawky's recruitment into the Strawhats, the crew stopped onto a spring island.

With Jimbe on Sunny duty last time, it was Zoro's turn this trip. 

You slung your bag over your shoulders giving Squawky a scratch under his beak, earning you a soft coo from him.

Zoro frowned with his arms crossed as you watched you two from the doorway. You turned and gave him a loving smile before walking up to him and giving him a peck on the lips.

"It'll only be until sun fall," You looked back to Squawky before alternating looks between the two of them as you spoke. "You two can put up with each other until then." 

The moment the crew left the ship Zoro slumped down against the post of the mast. 

He wasn't dealing with that damn hyperactive little shit parrot, he'd rather nap it off.

It wasn't long before his nap was interrupted by a strange noise.

Zoro opened his one good eye and looked around for the source of the dragging noise.

His hands immediately went for his swords as he hopped up to his feet, scanning the deck for signs of the intruder.

No. Not an intruder.

A nuisance. 

Squawky was currently limping with a sack of coins in his beak, he immediately stopped once he found he was spotted by the green threat.

Then this began the great coin chase.

Zoro chased Squawky all over the Sunny. Squawky frantically limping and being weighed down by the bag of coins. 

It lasted for hours somehow.

No matter how fast Zoro ran, the parrot somehow was limping faster.

It finally ended when Squawky collapsed and Zoro halted where he stood. He watches as the bird's small body heaved with every breath he took.

The swordsman felt a pang of guilt.

This was his girlfriend's bird afterall… 

Zoro then sighed as he marched over and stood over the blue bird. Squawky stared up at him with a glare, which Zoro returned, only to fall back in exhaustion. Zoro then picked up the bird and walked back over to the mast, setting down his swords before sitting down himself, gentilly placing the bird in his lap. 

Squawky squawked in weak retaliation.

"Shut up, (Name) wouldn't want to see you like this."

It didn't take them both long to relax then eventually fall asleep together.

When the crew came back everyone had to stifle their laughter.

But you were just happy that both of your boy's managed to bond together.

Law

Law's eye twitched the first moment you and Bepo brought the thing in.

"Where'd you even find it?"

"Bepo did! He found her at the market when we went on a supply run!" 

"You were supposed to go after canned goods and pain killers."

"But captain! Isn't she cute?!"

He never understood how you and Bepo found such things, last time the two of you found those ungodly onesies and he mentally swore to himself NEVER AGAIN. 

The thing in question was a parrot, a small breed called a cockatiel. He recognized seeing it in one of the books he read when he was younger.

The thing nipped behind it's wing as she parched herself in your hand. 

Law will admit...he likes cute things...just not really birds.

The thing cooed out to him. 

"Please captain! Me and (Name) will promise to take care of her!"

"Please, Law!"

Oh no, his weakness to your begging.

No. He was going to stand his ground.

"Seventy three percent of the time we're in a submerged submarine. A bird can't live on board."

In an instant you and Bepo looked at each knowingly. With a nod you to both look at him with the best puppy dog eyes the two of you could muster.

"Please, Law?"

"Please, captain?"

God dammit.

And that's how Cari was brought onto the Heart pirates. 

At first things started out alright, Law made it clear as long as the bird didn't get in the way of his work everything would be fine.

The rest of the crew were absolutely in love with Cari. 

Penguin and Shachi sat around her perch, trying to make her repeat curse words and naughty phrases after them, Ikkaku would stand in the doorway and shake her head before muttering about the immaturity before walking away.

Jean Bart liked the bird, but he was afraid of hurting her due to his large size so he would always watch her from a distance.

When the sub would emerge above water, Cari would also join Bepo's nap time. Every time the sight would make a wide grin spread wide on your face. 

But there were the problems.

Huge problems.

Cari loves to eat. The glutton of a bird will loudly rattle her cage as her chirps would demand for food. And this would always occur in the middle of the night, the walls of the submarine carrying her outbursts all over the ship. When Cari was hungry in the middle of the night and her container was empty, every member of the crew would know.

Law, groaning trying to focus on his work (insomnia edition™) would mentally curse to himself that that bird is like a certain Strawhat. 

Then came another one of her problems: Shachi and Penguin's teaching phrases worked.

You'd come into Law's office late at night to come beg him to come to bed. After a couple exchanges of your begging pleas and arms wrapped around his neck while he sat, he finally agreed. 

The two of you were cuddled up while Cari's cage sat on your nightstand. 

Kisses were pressed to your forehead as you closed your eyes with a smile. Eventually the two of you were relaxed enough to sleep. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me like that!"

Both you and Law's eyes instantly sprang open.

"Son of a bitch! Fuck! Shitting ducks! Pussy!" 

Law's body sprang up and with one shambles, Cari and the cage were roomed off to the 'teacher's' cabins. 

Law groaned as he laid back down.

That bird was such a nuisance. 

It was a hot day in the part of the New World they were in, a summer island had to be somewhere nearby. You and the rest of the crew decided to to chill out on deck and enjoy the sun. 

Before leaving to go outside you swung by Law's office to see if he wanted to join. He of course turned the offer saying he had to much work to do and that he would pass.

That made you disappointed, you wanted to lay out on deck together. 

You were just about to go get Cari out of her cage for her to get some sunshine when the idea popped into your mind. A wicked smile crossed your face. You walked over to pretend to get something out of your dresser. 

"Hey Law?" He grunted in response, eyes still on his paperwork. 

"Can you watch Cari for me?"

"Wouldn't she want to be outside?"

"Yeah but Ikkaku says it might she might be comfortable in here-" You tried to think up a lie on the spot. "Too bright out there, you know Grandline usual."

He didn't seem to second guess it, too focused on his work. "Yeah sure."

You smiled before giving him a: "Thanks! Love you!" before dashing out of the room. 

"Yeah...love you too."

He didn't think nothing of the bird being in there with him, she wasn't actually bothering him before now. He needed to focus on his plan of infiltrating Punk Hazard.

Cari did seem too quiet though.

Whatever. 

After a couple of hours, Law set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. He looked to the doorway. 

Maybe a few minutes outside wouldn't hurt. 

Then the moment he got up out of his chair:

"Son of a fuck!" 

Law groaned, stupid bird. 

"Asswipes!"

Law felt at the bridge of his nose. 

"Degenerate bird."

"Degenerate bitch!"

Law's eyes snapped to the cage.

How the hell did she get that from that?!

Curiously, Law made his way over to the cage.

Cari perched on her little swing, her wings flapping about. She instantly took notice of Law.

"Depressed bitch!"

It took Law back. Well, she wasn't wrong. 

"Fucking! Boobs! Ass! (Name)! Titties!"

Law looked back at his chair and decided to see what the fuck else with bird knew how to say.

After retrieving his chair, he sat it in front of the nightstand and stared glarely at the parrot. Cari tilted her head, looking back him before shoving her face in her food container. In a matter of seconds her neck snapped back as she began to do her food loud empty screech and leaping for one of the bars of the cage, rattling the metal. 

Law bent down to open up the sack of bird seed on the floor slumped against the nightstand. He scooped some out with the measuring cup inside the bag and leaned up to hold it in front of the cage. 

Cari popped her head through the bars and screeched for it.

"What other words have those idiots taught you?" Cari blinked twice. 

"Slut." Law deadpanned.

This fucking bird. 

When you finally came back inside, you smiled to yourself hoping the two would've spent some quality time together. 

You stood in the door in awe at the sight you saw.

Law asleep slumped over while the door to Cari's cage was wide open and the bird was perched on your boyfriend's shoulder.

"Did they have a goo-" you shushed Bepo and motioned for him to come look, he quietly gasped in both shock and awe, sparkles in the polar bear's eyes. 

You looked back at the scene with a loving smile.

You knew Law would come around to her eventually.

Now where's that camera?

(Bas, your welcome in my ask box anytime!)

(👁👄👁)

[boshaw-manor]

‘This is gonna be so much fun!’

Rook’s attempts at joining Faith, Jacob and John up with her other guns for hire weren’t exactly going to plan. She’d tried a potluck but John ended up ruining it by insisting on cooking and giving everyone food poisioning. She’d organised a karaoke night that ended with Faith and Adelaide arguing over who got to sing Car Wash by Rose Royce. Hell, even the baseball game she put together ended up with Jacob throwing hissy fit because he lost by one point. It was getting impossible to get them to all get along but Rook was determined. This time, it’d work.

She’d decked out the attic in the Spread Eagle with beanbags and beers, telling them to arrive at 6pm on the dot for a very important meeting. Sure enough, they all arrived and gave her a quizzicle eye, standing in a semi-circle around the room.

‘So what’s goin’ on chica?’ Sharky asked, arms folded across his chest.

‘Yeah, I got stuff to do this evening.’ John groused, scratching at his beard.

‘No you don’t.’ Jacob stated loudly, John throwing him a glare. Rook crouched down and shut the trap door, locking it tight.

‘Woah woah woah, what is this?!’ Jess growled, her eyes darting around the room.

‘Games night. We’re going to play until all of you bond. I can’t trust you guys to have my back until you trust one another.’

‘I mean we could just take the key from you.’ Nick reached for it but Rook ducked, dipping a finger beneath the collar of her shirt and pulling it forward. She plunged her hand down and thrust the key into her bra before flashing her empty palms.

‘Nice try but no.’

‘That’s why she’s my best friend.’ Sharky grinned, elbowing Hurk who chuckled. There was a small silence as everyone looked at each other, unsure of where to start. Rook eyed them all, her gaze landing on Faith who straightened up.

‘I think,’ She began, smiling at Rook fondly. ‘This is gonna be so much fun!’

‘At least someone appreciates my hard work.’ Rook sighed. She walked over to the table and pulled out the Monopoly box, shaking it enthusiastically. ‘Pick your teams and let’s get going!’

Hurk and Sharky immediately linked arms, Jess and Grace doing the same. Adelaide made a bee-line for John who urgently took refuge behind Jacob.

‘What’sa matter sugar? I can show ya what it feels like to win.’ She batted her eyelashes and John’s blue eyes grew wide with either digust or genuine fear, maybe a bit of both.

‘You come with me Addie, we’ll be team wings.’ Nick took her shoulder and pulled her away from John who looked relieved.

‘Guess that puts us together Faith.’ Rook smiled, pulling the lid of the box off and unfolding the board.

‘We wanna be the puppy!’ Sharky screeched, flinging himself and grabbing the silver dog counter into his hand.

‘Oh hell yeah man! He’s so cute! What should be name him?’ Hurk cooed, petting the scrap of metal with a finger.

‘Uhhh... Barkzilla!’ Sharky grinned, fist bumping his cousin. Jacob rolled his eyes, hunkering down onto a blue beanbag and cracking open a beer.

‘We’ll take the car.’ Grace opened her palm begrudingly and Rook placed it in her hand.

‘What’cha thinkin’ Addie? The hat?’ Nick asked but she shook her head.

‘The cat more like.’ She grinned, eyeing John again. ‘Who doesn’t love a good pussy?’ The baptists’ cheeks flared up as he sat on the floor beside his brother and Jacob visibly choked on his beer. His cheeks puffed out like he was chipmunk as he struggled to swallow it down without snorting.

‘Boys?’ Rook asked and John leant forward peering at the leftovers.

‘Give us the thimble.’ He muttered but Jacob slammed his beer bottle down before she could hand it over.

‘The fucking thimble? Why?’

‘It’s the nearest one!’ John cried, still leaning over the board on his hands and knees.

‘Fuck that. I wanna be the boot.’

‘Fine, we’ll be the stupid boot okay?’ The youngest brother growled. Rook handed the silver shoe to him and John scurried backwards, slamming it into Jacob’s hand with a scowl. ‘Happy?’

‘Delighted.’ The solider grinned patronisingly, spinning it between his forefinger and thumb. Jostling the final counters, Rook showed them to Faith.

‘We’ve got the wheelbarrow, thimble, boat and the hat left. You decide.’ Rook knew Faith didn’t really care which counter they used. She’d be happy with any of them. But after spending most of her life being dictated to by Joseph, Pastor Jerome had suggested that Rook let Faith make more decisions for herself even if they were only small. It was all part of her recovery and reintegration into society.

‘I like the wheelbarrow.’ The siren smiled, picking it up and running a dainty finger over the handlebars. ‘It’s cute.’

‘Okie dokie.’ Rook divvied out everyone’s starting money as they all placed their counters on the board. At the first throw of the dice, all hell broke loose.

‘Hell yeah! Community chest baby!’ Sharky picked up one of the cards and squinted as he read. ‘Everybody has to give us fifty bucks.’

‘You’re shitting me? What the hell!’ Rook groaned, taking a fifty and handing it over.

***

‘This game is stupid.’ Jacob groused, arms folded in annoyance.

‘You’re only sulking because you keep getting us put in jail!’ John exclaimed, pointing at the lonely boot solemnly sitting behind bars.

‘S’okay, look we’re coming to visit!’ Nick exclaimed, as he counted up the amount of squares him and Addie needed to move.

‘You can always buy your way out.’ Rook pointed out, gesturing to their wad of cash organised by neatly by colour at John’s feet.

‘No ‘cause next time I’m gonna roll fuckin’ doubles.’ Jacob grunted indignantly.

‘You’ve said that for the past five turns.’ Reeling backwards, the youngest Seed feel onto his spine and splayed across the floor.

***

‘We wanna buy this one.’ Jess stated, about to hand Rook some of the fake paper money.

‘No no no! We wanna buy that one!’ Hurk shouted drunkenly, swaying a little even though he was sat down.

‘You’re not even on the panel!’ Grace protested only to receive a handful of blue plastic houses thrown in her face.

‘Are too! See!’ Hurk pointed at the silver car aggressively.

‘You’re the fucking dog you moron!’ Jess exclaimed, moving his elbow with her hand to point at the silve terrier that was a few paces behind.

‘Barkzilla!’ He screamed happily and Sharky whoozily cheered, though he didn’t know exactly what for.

***

Alcohol fuelled the game until nobody was truly certain who they were playing as anymore. Confusion settling across the group, Sharky got up and sauntered over to the cardboard box in the corner. He dipped his hands in a rooted around until he found something worthwhile.

‘Hungry Hungry Hippos!’ He screamed, waving the box in the air wildly.

‘I love rhinos!’ Hurk squealed and John crinkled his nose.

‘Hurk they’re hippos? That’s why it’s called Hungry Hungry Hippos.’ The baptist could not get over the stupidity of this man. Who confuses a hippo and a rhino?

‘I thought hippos and rhinos where the same thing?’ He bumbled, scratching at his head. Adelaide got up too and moved over to the box, peering inside.

‘Ha. Jenga.’ She laughed heartly, pulling it out.

‘I’m amazing at Jenga.’ Jess boasted, puffing her chest out. Grace pushed her, making the archer roll back.

‘Not as good as me.’

‘Oh you’re so on.’ Jess’ eyes narrowed as she stood up, swaying a little on the spot. She started to set up the game with Adelaide and Grace. Rook smirked at them and then noticed Faith watching longingly beside her.

‘Why don’t you join in?’ She said quietly, touching Faith’s arm in encouragement.

‘Oh no. They won’t want me to.’ She muttered quietly, picking at the fabric of her white jumper. Rook furrowed her brow, looking at Faith and then up to her friends who had nearly completed the tower.

‘Hey guys, can Faith join in?’ The Deputy asked. Grace and Jess exchanged an uncertain look so she shifted her attention to Adelaide, giving her a pleading smile.

‘Course. C’mon over.’ The helicopter pilot sympathised. Faith looked to Rook nervously who simply bobbed her head with a lop-sided smile.

‘O-okay. Thanks.’ Hopping to her feet gracefully, Faith tip-toed over to join in. Sharky came and took her place beside Rook.

‘Will you play this with me?’ He asked, shoving the box under her nose and pulling his best puppy dog eyes out of the bag. How could Rook say no?

‘Sure but it’s four players and Hurk looks busy.’ She stated, pointing at his cousin. Sharky turned and saw Hurk in a fervent arm wrestle with Nick over the table.

‘Damn.’ He grunted, staring at the hippos sadly. Rook turned her gaze to John and Jacob, both sitting on beanbags with beer bottles in their hands.

‘Yo Seeds, you playing?’ She called to them, blue eyes swivelling her way.

‘What your little kids game? Nah.’ Jacob sniffed, taking a swig of drink.

‘Oh yeah right, s’cause you’re scared.’ She shrugged, opening the box and setting up the game.

‘Psh.’ He grunted, leaning back into the beanbag. John crawled over, sitting behind the blue hippo and Jacob narrowed his eyes. ‘You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?’

‘Well there’s nothing better to do.’ His little brother retorted, pressing down on the lever and watching the plastic hippo snap forward.

‘Hell yeah Johnny boy!’ Sharky clapped him on the shoulder and sat cross legged behind the green hippo. Rook took the yellow one and shot a look at Jacob.

‘Ah look, you can be the orange one!’

‘I said I ain’t playin’.’ He sniffed but his eyes lingered on the board.

‘You sure? Or are you too chicken?’ She grinned, starting to cluck under her breath. Sharky joined in, bobbing his neck backwards and forwards. Even John started, making wings with his tattooed arms and batting them up and down.

‘For fuck’s sake, fine.’ Jacob slid off the beanbag and took his spot behind the orange hippo. Rook unleashed a handful of balls into the centre of the board and the four of them watched them roll until they settled against one another.

‘Ready, set, go!’ She hollered and the snapping began. Hands battered the levers as the hippos lurched forward and back, snatching balls into their mouths and depositing them in their individual racks. As the game ended, each player counted their balls and Jacob looked up with a smirk.

‘Nine.’ He grinned, already certain from counting the others’ marbles that he’d won.

‘Four.’ John frowned.

‘I got four too.’ Sharky stated.

‘Three.’ Rook sighed. ‘I demand a rematch.’

**

As the night wandered on, Rook’s friends started to go out for the count. Nick and Hurk were asleep over the table, hands still bound from arm wrestling. Grace, Jess, Adelaide and Faith lay snuggled around the fallen Jenga pieces. Yawning heavily, she slumped back into a sleeping Sharky’s chest. John’s head rested on her shoulder and Jacob’s boots were propped up on her knee. She’d done it. She’d finally united them.

[melchixr]

P.S. We Should Get A Dog

Anon Said: A one shot where Hans and Ernst have been dating and they want to get a pet but Ernst is a cat person and Hans is a dog person? (i’m saying Hanschen is the cat person because.... come on.... it’s obvious....pussy cat...)

Words: 1960

It started slowly, of course. At first, it was cute. Little post-its that Ernst put on the fridge before he left for work. Hanschen was so happy to see it when he woke up an hour after his boyfriend left. His vision was blurry, as he had hadn’t put in his contacts yet. (The only reason he had remembered to take them out to sleep was because of a post-it Ernst left on his bedside table)

But he noticed the bright yellow as he was making his morning tea. He extended his hand and by some miracle of depth perception, he pulled it off of their fridge, already littered with Ernst’s doodles and a thousand wedding invitations.

‘Dear Hansi-

Please pick up ice cream, we’re all out. Have a wonderful day off.

Love-Ernst

P.S. We should get a dog!’

Hanschen looked around the kitchen in his blurred vision. But he knew it so well already. He had practically been breathing down their Martha’s neck when he hired her to decorate their new house. It was the compromise he and Ernst found, between Ernst wanting to decorate it himself with fun paintings he had found at flea markets and mismatched rugs from yard sales, and Hanschen wanting to hire one of the high-end interior designer twinks that rolled in his stuck up scene.

So he knew every one of the 1,100 square feet of their penthouse. From the plush polyester-blend living room set, to their king size memory foam, to the print of The Great Wave off Kanagawa in their hallway.

Then, he thought of this precious penthouse becoming the giant litter box to some mutt. Dirty paws on his Indian rugs. Slobber all over his one hundred percent genuine leather ottoman. And fur. Fur EVERYWHERE.

The thought almost made him retch. So he grabbed the nearest pen and scribbled on the back of Ernst’s adorable note.

‘Dear Ernst-

Hell no. I’ll get you the ice cream, but not the dog. I’m going out to lunch with Melchior so there will be come carne asada tacos in the fridge for you.

Begrudgingly- Hanschen ‘

But Ernst wasn’t having it. That Wednesday, when he came home from afternoon bible study, he was happy to see Hanschen reading in their living room. He tossed his notebooks to onto the kitchen table, kicked off his shoes and approached the young blond man.

“Hey there, Handsome,” He murmured. “How was work?”

He looked up from behind his old man reading glasses. “Heya Ernst. It was fine. How were the kiddos?”

“They’re great, Hansi.” He sat beside the man he loved and slowly wrapped his arms around Hanschen’s shoulders. “God, those kids are so smart. I didn’t expect a bunch of sixteen year olds to be able to analyze 1 John so deeply! You should really come one of these days.”

He was quick to shake his head and set down his copy of some boring book about World War One or something. “Ernst, I told you a million times. You can’t make me believe with your little study groups or your big, fancy church.”

“I don’t want you to believe. I gave up on that a while ago. I just want you to meet these brilliant kids,” He leaned over to rest his head on Hanschen’s shoulder, placing a gentle kiss over his thin dress shirt.

Hanschen nodded and pecked Ernst’s temple with his chapped lips. He then leaned back to rub his boyfriend's back. Even after three years, he still got a kick out of just laying around with Ernst. Just like when they first started dating in Hanschen’s junior year of college, all they did was lay around and cuddle.

Of course, they couldn’t go on dates at the time. Ernst was just finishing up getting his theology degree and there were already whispers around his cohorts that he might have been homosexual.

Some supported it, saying that God loved all his children and that God made Ernst this way. Other glanced at Ernst with judgemental eyes and whispered sinner under his breath. So he was quick to be sure that no one knew that he was not only gay, but madly in love with young finance major with Wall Street in his eyes and in his blood.

Now, they were safe. Safe to go out for coffee and hold each other’s hand. Safe to kiss on the subway. Safe to go on bad bowling dates where neither of them ever got higher than a seven. It had taken Ernst some time, but he did finally realize that the person who looks down on him and disrespects him because of his sexuality was not the person he wanted the respect of.

And they were safe to sit together in their home, wrapped up in each other with soft smiles. Ernst continued eagerly. “You really oughta meet Angie. She’s this chess whiz. Like I had to stop playing her because she kept beating me,” His face lit up as he remembered all the kids in his youth group. “Oh! And Ella! Ella is the funniest person you’ll ever meet! She and her boyfriend Eric are so sweet and so dedicated too. It’s really heartwarming to see them together.”

“Are we not heartwarming enough?” Hanschen asked with a laugh, rubbing his hand up and down Ernst's spine.  Not only did it send literal tingles up his spine, but it made Ernst sink further into his seat and closer to Hanschen

He nodded in response and left a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s temple. “We’re plenty heartwarming, Hanschen. But those kids are cuter. Cause they’re not old like us.”

Ernst ignored Hanschen’s faux-offended gasp and stood up.  His voice became very soft, almost curious. “Ella’s also got the cutest dog. I think her name is Phoebe. And she’s pregnant so they’ll be trying to give away her puppies in a few week-”

“God fucking no, Ernst,” Hanschen almost shouted to cut him off. Even though Ernst put on an innocent false, he could see the cogs in his brain working. And he was about to twist the hell out of Hanschen’s arm to get that puppy.

If there was one thing he knew about Ernst Robel, it was that when he wanted something, he’d do anything to get it. “I didn’t say anything!” He acted so soft and naive. “I’m just saying, do you want all those puppies homeless and sad and-”

“I don’t want the puppies homeless, but I want them in a home that isn't mine.”

“Ours,” Ernst corrected him as the shorter man stood up from his seat and aimless wanderer towards him.

“Of course it’s ours,” Hanschen assured and slowly wrapped his arms around Ernst from behind, letting his fingers fall over Ernst’s small waist and protruding hip bones. Finally, they found a home resting over his shallow stomach, feeling the slow movement of his breathing. “Dear, how about we get a cat instead? A cute little cat.”

Ernst turned his head a bit to cast a glare at the man holding him. “I thought you didn’t want a dog because they’re too messy. But cats are just as messy! If not worse. They piss in a box and get litter-”

“Maybe I’m just not a dog person, Ernst,” He replied and left a soft kiss on the side of Ernst’s neck. Ernst sighed and pressed back into his touch, already planning his next step.

Hanschen thought, after about a month had passed, that Ernst had dropped the subject. He prayed that there wouldn't be anymore “Dog Talk" as long as he lived.

Maybe cat talk. He could live with a cat in his life. He could imagine a pretty Siamese wandering around his hallway, joining him on the balcony for the orange he ate every morning. Or a gorgeous,slim black cat sticking it's paws under the door when he went to take a shower. Or a fat little tortoise shell crawling into his lap as he read the morning paper.

So when he came home from work that evening, he was ready too announce to Ernst that their family was about to grow by one. He was ready to scoop Ernst up in his arms and tell him that he was going to take the morning off tomorrow so that they could go adopt a cat and bring him home and pamper him

“Babe! Get out here! I wanna tell you something!” He called out to the vastness of their home. Almost immediately after opening the door, he heard Ernst’s footsteps sprinting down the hallway towards the living room. Barely a second later, another pair of footsteps followed him. They were fast and quick,  accompanied by the click-clack of nails on their hardwood floor.

Ernst got the hall doorway a moment before the other feet. He had a sort of nervous smile on his face as he squeaked out. “Hi, Hans-"

Then the footsteps sprinted out from the the hallway and into the living room. Specifically, through Ernst’s long legs. The footsteps were those of a small mutt, with a light brown  and white coat and two big blue eyes. It looked like a beagle, maybe mixed some spaniel. And she was absolutely adorable. But even that didn’t outweigh the shock Hanschen felt.

And Ernst could tell as he watched his boyfriend stare down at the puppy sniffing at him and barking his high pitched little yap. “Ernst, dear,” He said, slowly. His eyes never once left the dog. “What the HELL is this?

Ernst almost immediately sprinted to Hanschen’s side, scooping up the puppy in his arms, who immediately began licking Ernst’s face.  It definitely liked Ernst a whole lot. “Babe, listen. She was practically homeless when I picked her up! Her parents couldn’t afford to keep her. Please, baby. We have to keep her.” He immediately spurted out. Like he had been planning to say this all day.

For a few moments, there was silence. Hanschen stared at the dog in Ernst’s arms, her dumb wagging tail and her long, lolling tongue. “Ernst, you should have told me,” His voice came out stern and tired. Even though he could feel his heart soften at the puppy’s warm gaze, he couldn’t show Ernst. “We need to communicate before we make the commitment of a dog.”

“Baby, please,” Ernst pleaded, his eyes as wide as the dog’s. “Pleas, she needs a home. She-”

“I’m not heartless, Ernst.  I’m not going to make you give her back.”

Upon hearing this, Ernst’s face lit up. It was like he was just told he had won the lottery. He began to smile the biggest, sweetest smile and began kissing the top of her head. Hanschen couldn’t help but smile back as he continued. “What’s her name then, Ernst. If she’s going to be in our family, she needs a name.”

“Hanschen, meet Igor,” He stated, holding the dog out to Hanschen as if offering the him all the love in the world. “Igor, this is Hanschen, your new dad.”

Hanschen slowly reached out, his hand hesitant before it landed on Igor’s soft fur. She began to wag her tail, almost like she was as nervous about Hanschen as he was about her. A moment later, he began rubbing behind her ears and all around her neck. Igor was already yapping with joy. “Hello there, Princess,” He sighed. He couldn’t help but coo lovingly at her big blue eyes. “And welcome home, you little vomit eating monster.”

“Wow. Good to know you’ve already bonded with her,” Ernst replied and pecked Hanschen’s cheek abruptly. “Because she’s gonna be sleeping in our bed.”

Hanschen’s hand froze on Igor’s head. “On my 950 thread-count cotton sheets?”

[the-junkrat-blog]

My friend knows nothing about overwatch so I sent her photos and she described them.

Roadhog:

Pig daddy -dosent speak much -fed up with being almost blown up -probs thinks the fat pride thing is bs bc fuck sjws -wants head pats and sleep

Junkrat:

Half man -probs need to take his meds -as a kid use to shove fireworks up his sisters stuffed toys butt's -chaotic nutral -sleeps anywhere

Mei:

This is mai right? -is the kawaii cute poster girl -chaotic innocence -does not approve of half man blowing up stuff -will punch you for making frozen puns

Widowmaker:

She's the assassination one right? -wasn't she like a sleeper agent? -ptsd edgy mom freind -will break a man and eat him -probs like fruit cake -has like, a cat called Billy at home and likes to knit him jumpers

Sombra:

Oh wait this is edgy hacker girl -I wanna say her name is sombero? -probably makes bad puns -the confidant Sollux of this game -her nails can hack too

Lucio:

LUCO -is salty about that one game theory video - "daaad being a dj is a real job" -meme lord

Torbjorn:

Miner gramps -tells war stories -is bold on his head so over compensates -actually 4'1 -probs daddy pigs grampa

Winston:

Ape dude -probably likes Mei -wants to go home and read -is strict dad freind -opposite from boomy dude -has a PhD in like something lame

Orisa:

Pornodroid - made for a dude with A REALLY specific fetish - probs tends to climb up walls - really an oversized puppy -stares at u from the edge of the bed at four am

Zaria:

Russian lesbian -probs a librarian or something -posts work out on ever social media - "IN RUSSIA, PUSSY EATS WOMAN!"

Hanzo:

Egdy middle aged dad -did they make an Asian hawkeye? -always forgets his shirt -has pride in his nipples

Reaper:

Baby's first oc -E D G Y D A D D Y I S S U E S -gets told to calm tf down by Russian lesbian -spider girl has to put up with his shit

McCree:

Clint Easywood -probs went down on your mom -thinks that we should build a wall -probably had a lame band

Soldier 76:

Grampa on steroids -weirds out the other old folk bc he likes cosplay -Mei returns him to the nursing home after cons -likes x men -uses outdated memes

Pharah

PHEONEX PERSON -cosplay with grampa -probs lucos dad -probs ordered the kinky dog thing

Bastion:

Dorklift -bros with pornodroid -likes lego -wants to pet a puppy but not allowed

Zenyatta:

Robo Jesus -adopted pornodroid, dorklift, luco and bird dude -argues with Clint about everything -probably thinks half man needs a hug -half man always tries to lick his balls tho

Genji:

Kennys second oc -is edgy dad's daddy -lawful good -plays chess with ape dude -gets hacked by sombero to smack himself

D.Va:

Pin up mech -gives sombero, spider girl and Russian a boner -plays video games with Mei -dated luco for a while -her ass gets smacked a lot -smackers are eaten by pig daddy

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