#leopard!reader

[rubiehart]

when leopard!reader realises what a mess the twinkie is, she decides to give it a little spritz-up.

she runs a black acrylic tipped finger along the bumper of the twinkie, a streak of colour trailing through the dull coat of dirt that had built up as she grimaces, the van swaying as the rest of the gang hop out of the rustbucket. she wipes the grub on her denim shorts casually and turns towards him.

“jesus, john b. when was the last time you cleaned this?” she calls to him, hand shielding her eyes as she squints towards the sun, watching as john b and jj continue towards the chateau, stomping the dead grass as kie and pope follow not too far behind.

“ew.” kie comments off handedly, face scrunching up in disgust as she notices the state of it. “uh, few months back?” john b calls back nonchalantly, ignoring jj’s comment of “dude, more like a ‘few years’.”

“haven’t had time to get ‘round to it yet.” he shrugs, spinning back around and traipsing up the wooden steps with the two other pogue boys on his trail. she rolls her eyes, plan already forming in her head as she slings her backpack over her shoulder and jogs to catch up with kie.

half an hour or so later, the boys are lounging on the porch with some beers, the early evening sunset casting a comfortable and calm energy over the group, so mellow they hadn’t even really noticed the absence of the girls until now.

the sloshing of water and grunts of struggle are heard before they’re seen, emerging from around the back of the chateau with buckets filled with water, adorned in the tiniest bikini the boys had possibly ever seen.

“this is gonna be a job n’ a half.” she sighs, panting as she places two heavy buckets on the ground next to the van, kie nodding along with her, hands on her hips as she catches her breath.

“oh my god john b, how do you even let it get this bad?” kie mumbles as she unravels the hose from the tap at the side of the house, both girls not picking up on all three boys stunned expressions.

“what’s goin’ on here?” john b drawls with a lazy smirk, eyes shamelessly trained on the both of them as the other two ogle in silence.

“what’s it look like, douchebag?” she sighs, grabbing the hose from kie and beginning to hose down the roof as kie goes for the sponges and soap.

“looks like you’re washing the twinkie.” pope answers for you dumbly, eyes wide and cheeks noticeably flushed as he stares straight ahead at the van. both of your eyebrows furrow in confusion but neither of you comment, focusing on sudding up the sponges in your grip.

jj chuckles dryly, taking a long swig of his beer, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands behind head. “sit back and enjoy the show, bro.” he grins, giving pope a brotherly pat on the shoulder, a silent plea to get him to ease up a little, eyes still ogling your ass as you scrub at a particularly stubborn spot.

“see the shit we do for you, john b?” you sigh, walking around to the bonnet as you dip your sponge into the bucket of water, tits almost spilling out of the thin material as you scrub at the volkswagen symbol until you can see your face in it.

“actively seein’ it.” he nods flirting, causing you to look at him with a sideways smirk, flipping all three boys off collectively when jj playfully lets out a low whistle. “you’re such pervs.” kie sighs, crouched down as she scrubs at the metal above the wheels, eyes flicking from your smooth thighs to the van.

of course you knew they were loving it, but you loved the chase, even if you’d never admit it. so of course you continued, noticing every little look from kiara, every time jj adjusted the way he was sitting, every time pope cleared his throat nervously, and every time you caught john b shamelessly ogling when he thought you weren’t looking.

so, yeah. sudding up your tits and shaking your body a little exaggeratedly to get a rise out of them wasn’t exactly accidental. after all, little teasing never hurt nobody.

[naffeclipse]

As I was reading some stuff about leopard y/n and tiger eclipse and naga sun & moon, I couldn’t get the image of naga sun and moon looking so offended while watching y/n be cleaned by eclipse from afar

But the image of eclipse doing that seems so sweat at the same time argh

I need more of tigertuar!eclipse and leopard y/n cuddling even if it was eclipse who just kind of made them do it-

Oh, Sun and Moon are so jealous but also very concerned because they do not trust the tigertaur. He hasn't given them a reason to. It's clear you're not particularly into Eclipse cleaning you but they're not sure if they should intervene because it's hard to pinpoint if you like anything, so they keep watch while displaying their displeasure.

Eclipse can sense them. His ears flicker in the direction of angry hisses. Aware of his audience, he licks whatever part of you he can reach with his rough tongue, either your cheek or the back of your head (leaving a cowlick in your hair). You complain and wash it off but Eclipse is satisfied his message got across. Mine. If there's a loud chorus of hisses, he'll splash the water with a massive tiger paw to drown it out.

Eclipse can be gentle when he wants to be. Grooming is intimate and he wants to show you how well he can take care of you. He washes the spot on your leopard back that's hard to reach with your hands, despite how flat your ears lie on your skull in warning. He cups his large hands to drip water down your head like rainwater. You tolerate it because he's being useful right now, but you're also itching to dash away the moment you see an opening.

Eclipse really loves grabbing Leopard!Y/N for impromptu cuddles. You really shouldn't be surprised when he ascends the tree you're napping in, scruffing you, and carrying you down to the shady ground. You snarl and try to wriggle free but every time he pins you underneath him and—that's it. You're not going anywhere until he lets you.

[monstersholygrail]

Rare Snow Leopard Hybrid who knows he’s unique and special and only deserves the best. But who’s been sent back to the shelter multiple times for being difficult.

When you decide to adopt him, feeling bad he hasn’t had a stable owner since his previous one passed, Snow Leopard Hybrid thinks you’re exactly the same as the others. He looks down on you, viewing you as just another dumb human.

But when your love and affection makes his tail shot up, swaying side-to-side, and his cock tingle, he decides to have mercy on you. He gives you the blessing of being the one he feeds his hard aching cock into, sinking his length into your tight heat and drooling over how perfect your walls feel all snug around him.

He kneads at your soft belly as he ruts into you like a man possessed, refusing to acknowledge that he’s going feral over a human. But he can’t help it when your pretty fat cunt is sucking him back in with every thrust, forcing his cock to twitch and jerk deeper inside you. He can’t believe how perfect you are for him, like you were made to take his cock. He wonders what else you’d be perfect for…

“I-I guess— Mmph!— that you’ll be fit to carry my litter. Just a human, b-but fuuuck, s’look so pretty all round and swollen with my kittens,” Snow Leopard Hybrid babbles messily, saliva dripping off his fangs and making such a mess of you. It only turns you on more to see how needy he is for you.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he fucks into you with a single purpose of shooting his cum inside you till his seed takes root. Hips swiveling and rutting against you, chasing his pleasure so much he doesn’t notice how he’s hitting that spongy spot inside of you with every jerk of his hips.

When you cum you cum hard, your vision flashing with stars and your weeping cunt clenching down hard around the Snow Leopard. He lets out a long yowl, feeling you suffocate his needy pulsing cock, and he slides down to the hilt before erupting and shooting long thick spurts of cum right into your eager womb. He cums and cums, seeming like it’ll never stop, filling you up to the brim. Only then does he sag against you, bumping his forehead affectionately against your neck, his cat ears tickling your cheek, and trilling softly in your ear.

“Stupid human makin’ me cum so hard… Need’a give ‘er more and more of my loads till she’s pretty and pregnant. Gotta keep my mate all filled up,” Snow Leopard Hybrid mumbles as if you aren’t even there.

His plans for you for the rest of the night quite clear as he quirky rambles about doing anything to make sure his cum takes. And a second later your pussy flutters feeling him start to grow hard again inside of you.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: My comms are discounted for a limited time for Black Friday btw. This is a kofi request, so if you want more then send me a Kofi~ it’s a snow leopard hybrid ^^

Being abandoned by your owner in the middle of winter was already not ideal, but being caught in a record breaking blizzard was definitely worse.

You could sense it coming. Being a cat hybrid had its perks, but you almost wished you were blissfully unaware of your imminent demise.

It had been a few hours since your owner drove off, leaving you in a torn hoodie and your thin pajama pants. He hadn’t known the risks of owning a cat hybrid such as yourself, and when you went into heat and started rubbing your scent on everything and biting him to try and claim his as your mate, he abandoned you.

It really hurt. You adored your owner, thinking he was different from other humans who simply saw you as a pet.

But you were wrong. He tossed you away without a second thought, leaving you to die. Had you really meant that little to him?

Despite your sadness, you curled up under a bench, shivering as you tried to keep yourself warm. Even being in heat wasn’t helping much, the ache in your belly only adding to the discomfort and pain you were feeling.

You wanted to be warm, to nest and be properly bred by a kind male. Maybe that was too much for a house cat hybrid such as yourself to ask. Thinking you were worth something led you here after all…

As the snow only continued to fall, you tried your best to stay warm. It was only to try and find the most comfort you could while waiting for your death.

You weren’t accustomed to taking care of yourself. Ever since your birth, food had been handed to you, beautiful clothes and jewelry adorning your body when it came time for you to be presented before humans for sale.

Before this, you had never worried about warmth or sustenance, simply relying on your owner.

What else could you do?

As you thought all hope was loss, a scent other than the cold and wet smell of snow wafted through the air, a familiar yet strange one.

It an instant the bench was ripped from its foundation, a figure bending down to examine you.

Your vision was a bit blurry, but you could smell it.

This was a wild hybrid.

In the past you heard tales of such beasts, hybrids that fled to the wild to escape human subjugation, but because you were a pampered house cat hybrid, you had yet to encounter one.

“Lost, little one?”

Your tail puffed out as you let out a weak hiss, watching as the hybrid’s face got closer to yours. He smelled like blood, perhaps he had just procured a fresh kill and was looking to add to his winter stockpile.

At least if he killed you, it would be a quicker death than freezing. Perhaps this was some kind of twisted mercy…

But you never felt his fangs puncture your throat, instead your hoodie was being bitten, your body lifted and carried by his strong jaws.

He was taking you somewhere. Where? You could only guess back to his den. It would be easier to kill your there instead of risking the scent of blood being left on the snow, leading back to his home.

Although you were afraid, the big cat was warm. His breath fanned against your neck, and your body reacted against your will, producing enticing pheromones that told any hybrid nearby that you were in heat.

He was soft, and for some reason you felt something being wrapped around you… some kind of furs from one of his hunts. Why would he bother to keep you warm? Did he prefer his prey fresh and didn’t want you to freeze to death?

None of this really mattered to you. You were cold, hungry, and exhausted. If you slept now, perhaps you would be unconscious when the time came and pass on in your sleep.

So you passed out, too tired to even notice how his pheromones responded to yours.

When you awoke, you were in bed. Your owner had never allowed you to sleep with him, so this was the first time you had been in a human bed and not one for pets.

The blankets were made of the same furs you had been cloaked in before. You sat up slowly, still processing what led you to this.

Being abandoned right before a blizzard… nearly freezing to death… a wolf hybrid taking you with him…

It was a lot to think about, and even with a now well rested mind your head was still spinning. Maybe a meal would help you make sense of this…

“You’re awake…”

You stiffened at the voice, your blood running cold. When you finally found the courage to turn and look at the source of it, you nearly passed out again.

In the doorway was a snow leopard hybrid, his cat ears flicking as he stared down at you. He was nearly twice your size, and thoughts of you beating him in a fight went down the drain immediately.

“Thought you were a goner for a bit. Tougher than you look.”

He spoke slowly, his eyes on your plump form. You weren't sure what he was thinking, and before you could respond your belly rumbled.

“Hungry, huh?”

His long, thick tail swayed behind him as he approached. Although he was tall, he was thin and lean, not the same type of terrifying a lion or tiger hybrid would be, but still holding the same predatory glint in his eye.

“Kittens in heat such as yourself have to eat.”

You felt your cheeks warm. Of course he could tell you were in season, your scent was probably overwhelming at this distance.

He tilted his head. “Not wild, are you? What’s a little thing such as yourself doing all the way out here?”

Your lip wobbled. All the pain, all the anger and confusion came bubbling to the surface.

“My owner… he just… he left me all alone… a-and it was scary, I…”

The snow leopard stared at you, letting you cry before he leaned down to lick away you tears before beginning to groom you.

This calmed you significantly, a soft purr rumbling in your chest. This was a comfort you had been denied since you had been separated from your litter as a kitten, and you couldn’t help but lean in as he licked back your hair.

“It’ll be alright. You’re mine now, my property. You won’t be cold or scared anymore.”

He rubbed his cheek against yours, moving his face to your neck and giving a harsh bite to your sensitive flesh, a clear marking of his territory.

While you ate, it was clear he was holding himself back from something. His golden eyes followed your every move, his tail swaying behind him almost sending you into a trance like state.

You usually ate whatever your owner did, even if it made you sick or upset your sensitive belly, but tonight you had stew, made with cat hybrids in mind.

Once you had your fill, your body was able to recover enough to start producing more pheromones. It was well aware there was a male nearby and that you were fertile, so it made your cunt grow wet and hot, ensuring you’d be easy for the average male to penetrate.

But unfortunately your stupid body didn’t understand the male before you was twice your size. He could sense your heat, knew that your body was trying to stir him forward.

He sniffed at you. This was the scent that had interested him. It wasn’t like he was cruel, if a female such as yourself was in need he wouldn’t just abandon you in the cold, but the fact you were plump and in heat certainly made taking you in much more enticing.

You let out a startled mew when he approached, his face burying itself into your neck. His tongue lapped softly at the scent gland there, his hands moving to hold onto your hips.

From the moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his mate. The bond had been formed before you even noticed he was there, and the snow leopard was eager to confirm it.

You smelled like heaven, a mix of your natural musk and some kind of sweet perfume your owner had you wear. Tearing off your clothes was child’s play for his sharp claws, and his body vibrated with purrs once he laid eyes on your naked form.

Already he was imagining your belly heavy and swollen with his kits, his hand gently pressing against the fat of your tummy. Being fat and plump was good for surveying the harsh climate where he lived, and it was important for females to be fed fresh meat throughout the winter.

His cock hardened, it wasn’t going to be easy fitting into such a small cat hybrid. Compared to him you were like a mouse, easily positioned however he wanted.

His fingers dipped into you, making you mewl and arch your back. You had already been bucking your hips like a needy little thing, your body desperate to be mated before your heat was over.

His cock stretched you out. It was unpleasant at best, almost painful as you struggled to take in something too big for you.

Even though he was being gentle, nothing would help when you were never meant to be bred by a big cat such as himself.

Despite this, your heat ridden body made it work, beat pooling into your abdomen as your gushed around his fat cock. Your tail twitched as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in without warning, a bulge forming in your belly from the sheer size of him.

The feeling of being ravished by him was… exhilarating. You were too small, too weak to do anything besides moan and writhe underneath him, letting the snow leopard use you as a living flesh light to be filled with his seed.

Even though it felt like you were being torn apart at first, his finger slowly rubbing at your clit and his tip hitting your special spot over and over has your cunt clenching around him before you could even think.

If you hadn’t been in heat, you most likely would have died during the mating session, but while you were in season your body produced so much more lubricant and pheromones that helped you take him inside of you.

You felt so warm when he came inside, thick ropes of hot and sticky cum filling your little womb. Your heat eased a bit as you were thoroughly bred. You knew that this would ensure pregnancy, even if all you had to go off of was instinct alone.

“Little one…”

He purred into your ear, keeping his cock inside of you to make sure none of his cum leaked out. His tongue licked at your neck and hair again, grooming you out of affection now.

“My mate, my sweetheart… I’ll take care of you, alright?”

And that was enough for you. Now all you wanted was a mate and somewhere warm to sleep with three meals a day. It was clear that he could provide that.

So you slept without worry, curled up with your mate, your new provider.

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[xazse]

I don’t know about the anon but I freaked out when I saw the new fic. It was so good 🤤. I love how you’re giving us so much content nowadays and I’m here for it! Anyway, I was hoping that maybe you could figure something out for snow leopard Gojo and cat hybrid reader (him as a cat jest feels right) ? Imagine Satoru having this in mind ever since he saw you, I mean, big cats mate practically for the solo reason of breeding ?and he's no different- having many pups is a necessity to prove you're his and the best way to show how much he adores you! He’d be very protective about you while you’re carrying, never stepping away from your side and he’s become so needy too because you smell so divine with all those hormones to him.

It makes me think back to that kitty tiger fic where he would lick her and I see this as a continuation of short!

Well, not really since I mentioned a leopard but honestly if you did a tiger and really wrote it as a continuation l'd be thrilled. Do you think you’ll write more because I’d love some Satoru tiger/leopard fics. Have a nice day lovely 💕

Notes: SORRY ITS SO SHORT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!

Warnings: Pantysniffing + breeding + hybrids + little hybrids + pregnancy + overprotective!Satoru

Pairings: SnowLeopardSatoru + KittyHybrid!Reader

Oh yes of course SnowLeopard!Satoru was in love the day Suguru brought you home, you smelled of that icky place but eventually when you got comfortable he began cleaning you of that filthy, licking you everywhere to ensure you smelled exactly like him.

After scenting you to smell just like the touching started, it starts small with Satoru laying you in his lap or letting you stroke his hair until it got even more physical he was having you bent over balls deep inside of you, this became a daily occurrence where he’d pump you full load after load.

The leopard loved you so much, of course when you started showing signs of morning sickness he was so damn excited, well when he had said that you gave him the nastiest look ever but he had to phrase it as he was excited for the baby!

The first few months were absolute hell for you, Satoru could not and would not leave you alone, he insisted mining everything and anything with you.

You needed a shower? He’s in there helping you get in places your cute little belly prevents even in public he’s always making sure your near him, he keeps a tight grip on your arm so he doesn’t lose you.

He also keeps close because you smell, so fucking good, it drives him damn insane, he keeps you in his lap for hours just sniffing your neck or even having your legs wrapped around his head so he can smell your cunt.

He loves getting into your dirty laundry and smelling your panties, who cares if you catch him jerking off with it around his fat cock, he’ll look you dead in your face as you slowly close the door to let him have that privacy, he can’t fuck your pussy like he used to anymore so this’ll do.

When the babies come it’s so hectic around the house, you and Satoru are constantly chasing the little ones around, they don’t give either of you a break some days. It’s so cute to see how they look exactly like Satoru in some ways, two of them have his hair and the third one looks exactly like you, a carbon copy is what she is.

Their little ears and tail swish behind them so freaking cute, the amount of photos Satoru has in his phone is astonishing, he also posts them on his instagram always, everytime, Suguru also does his hair share with helping with them when you and Satoru are stressed. He’s like their uncle and it’s so adorable to see them braiding his hair or him reading to them.

When you finally get alone time, Satoru’s fucking you like he wants to put even more babies in you, the way he’s groaning is so damn loud it pairs with the way you sound when both of you meet in the middle, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t fucking back on him just as hard, it’s already been multiple orgasms and you’re both still going at it.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

tiger!sukuna taking care of his kitty...

you squirm and twitch as his large, rough tongue runs up and down the juncture throat, the side of your neck, your jaw. your tiny hands push at his chest but it's of no use – he's just so much bigger and stronger than you. his tail sways from side to side and his ears keep twitching out of excitement; he can smell you, really smell you, and he can't stop grinning to himself – you keep trying to resist him while in reality... you love it.

his poor little kitty – overwhelmed by his need to simply take care of you:(((

the deep rumble, the low purr that reverberates through his chest is making you feel dizzy and you can't hold back the broken mewl that spills from your bitten lips. you feel his mean grin against your skin and it makes you try to push him off again. it doesn't work. when you try to fight him, fight his love for you – it only eggs him on further. his sharp nails dig into the soft meat of your waist as he lowers his hips, making you gasp when you feel his bulge rubbing against your heat.

claws sink into you and he's most certainly marks on your, oh, so sensitive skin; he uses his free hand to grab and turn your head to the other side as he licks and licks and licks – his saliva covers just about every inch of your neck and he just can't get enough. he holds your face in his big hands and he revels in the size difference... you're just so small compared to him:(( you don't even have a chance:(((

"stop... s'too much." you whine as you squirm under him. "'m clean now, kuna..."

that earns you a nip at your jaw.

he pushes you deeper into the mattress. he's nowhere even close to being done with you. he's only at your neck? what about the rest of your body? he'd rather have you crying from the suffocating weight of his overbearing love than to leave you like this – dirty and smelling like... well, not him. this is completely unacceptable!!!!

[sa1ntn3k0]

Snow Leopard Gojo - part 2 (∩˃o˂∩) ♡ nsfw!

Shoving a six-foot-something hybrid into a closet was… not your finest moment.  

“Get in,” you hissed, palms pressed uselessly against Satoru’s bare chest, a chest that felt more like marble than flesh, all hard planes and warmth. He loomed over you, grinning like a cat who’d not only found the cream but also knocked it over for fun.  

“Aw, but it’s cozy in here,” he purred, peering past you at the mountain of laundry and half-empty shoeboxes cluttering your closet. His tail swished lazily, brushing your ankle. “Smells like you, too. Cute.”  

“Satoru-”  

“Shh, your mom’s gonna hear~,” he sing-songed, bending down until his breath ghosted your ear. “Unless you want her to find us like this?”  

Your face flamed. “Don’t be dumb.”  

With a theatrical, yet awfully bratty sigh, he finally stepped backward, folding himself onto the floor like a contortionist. The Hello Kitty towel around his hips rode up dangerously, and you swore he did it on purpose. “Don’t miss me too much,” he whispered, wiggling his big, calloused fingers in a mocking wave.  

You slammed the door, heart thundering.  

The next thirty minutes were agony. Your mother, bless her, had arrived with tupperwares of veggie gyoza and white chocolate chip cookies, her smile soft as she fussed over your “tired eyes” and “skinny arms.” But every creak of the floorboards made you twitch. Your gaze kept darting to the bedroom door, half-expecting Satoru to waltz out, towel dropped, declaring, “Surprise! I’m her new roommate!”  

Somehow, he stayed put.  

Once your mom left, you flung the closet open, only to freeze.  

Satoru sat cross-legged amidst your soft sweaters, his snow-white hair mussed adorably. The towel remained (thank heavens), but clutched in his hands was…  

“Are those my-SATORU!”  

He blinked up at you, your cotton, strawberry-print panties dangling from his teeth like a hunter’s prize. “Mmrf?”

His pupils were blown wide, blue barely peeking from black. Your heart dropped to your bum as you saw that those were the panties you wore yesterday… As in, not washed, dried, faint slick still clung to the middle.

What?!

“You-you pervert!” You lunged, snatching the fabric away. His plush lips quirked into a smirk, and you knew he’d been waiting for this. “Why would you- how even- ?!”  

“They smell like you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Before you could die, he leaned forward and licked a stripe up your tiny neck. His pink, rough tongue scraping your pulse point.  

“Eep!” You reeled back, clutching your throat. “Warn a girl!”  

“But where’s the fun in that?” He unfolded himself, tail curling around your waist to steady you. “C’mon, I’m starving… Especially after smelling you. Feed me!”  

You didn’t acknowledge the “smelling you” part, merely walking to the kitchen with your tummy in swirls, heart beating faster than a spooked bunny’s. 

Dinner was a spectacle. You’d cooked the lamb chops thoroughly, plating them with rice and veggies, a meal fit for, well, a person. Satoru took one look at the knife and fork, snorted, and dug in with his hands, tearing into the meat like it owed him fresh ibex.  

“You’re supposed to chew, not inhale,” you muttered, nibbling one of the cookies your mom brought. Your dinner was… weird most of the time. You had warm milk with chocolate in your miffy cup, getting curious side eyes from Satoru. 

He paused, a glob of sauce on his cheek. “Want me to lick the plate next?”  

“No.” 

“You’re no fun.” Still, he let you drag him to the sink afterward, pouting as you scrubbed his hands with citrus-scented soap. “Y’know, my tongue’s self-cleaning.”  

“And I’m self-respecting. Keep your icky germs to yourself.”  

As night fell, Satoru’s true origin spilled out between stolen bites of your cookies. The Himalayas. Poachers. A wealthy owner who’d treated him like a trophy. “Boring lady,” he grumbled, tail thumping the couch. “All she did was take pics for her shitty Instagram. No belly rubs or cuddles. No fun.”  

Your chest ached. “So you… ran?”  

“Duh.” He flicked your nose. “Best decision ever. Led me to you.”  

You busied yourself with dishes to hide your blush. Satoru saw it, though. His tail swished in quiet victory, more like self-satisfaction.  

Bedtime brought a fresh battle.  

You had just finished a relaxing shower, your room smelled of lavender, the lingering scent of your body wash. Changing was meh. You changed in your tiny closet, worried Satoru might walk in and see you naked, but once done, and in your small, soft, very lacy nightgown, you felt more than ready to sleep.

But just as you lay down, you saw Satoru peeking through your cracked open door, his expression beyond cute, just as annoying. It was obvious where his eyes were, trailing your pert body. You felt his pretty blue’s burn harshly on your perky breasts, on your hips, put on display by your little nightgown.

“Bad kitty,” you said, tossing a miffy plushie at Satoru’s smug face. Your cheeks turned rosy, bothered that a mere look from the man could make you so… shy. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”  

He’d changed into your brother’s old sweatpants (too short, clinging to his calves) and a Hello Kitty tee that stretched obscenely over his pecs, the hem riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. “But it’s cold,” he whined, flopping onto your pink bed like an overpowered little prince with the caught plush in hand, well, not little. “And lonely. And scary.”  

“You’re a snow leopard. You are scary.”  

“Please?” He rolled onto his back, paws (hands? Hands.) clasped under his chin. Moonlight gilded his white, thick lashes, his eyes shimmering like twin lagoons. “I’ll be a good boy. Promise.”  

You lasted ten seconds.  

“Fine. But no funny business.”  

He celebrated by rolling himself into a burrito with your Hello Kitty quilts, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth with his ridiculously strong arms. His purr rumbled through you, low and steady, his nose nuzzling your hair.  

“Hey,” you whispered, fingers brushing the collar still snug around his throat. “Why don’t you take this off?”  

He stiffened, then sighed. “…It’s a reminder. That I’m mine now. Not hers.”  

Your heart squeezed. “You are.”  

“Yours too, maybe,” he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.  

You fell asleep like that, his tail draped over your hip, his breath soft in your ear, his strong heartbeat like a gentle lullaby, and the strangest, sweetest sense that this jerk wasn’t that much of a jerk.  

The rhythm you’d carved out with Satoru was… peculiar, but precious. Mornings began with him sprawled across your chest like a living weighted blanket, his tail flicking your chin until you groaned awake, just like how he was in his cub form. He’d trail you to the kitchen, stealing bites of your buttered, honeyed toast (despite his carnivorous hate for carbs) and sipping your orange juice straight from the carton, just to watch you squawk. Afternoons were for sunbeams, he’d claim the best patches of light, melting into a puddle of purrs near the TV, while you tackled textbooks at the table. Evenings? Those belonged to his obsession with your bathtub. He’d soak for far too long, clouding the water with lavender bubbles, his ears peeking over the rim like misbehaving marshmallows.  

When you’d come in to scold him, he’d pout and dry off, mumbling about how “mean” his owner is. 

But today, something was off.  

You’d returned from class bone-tired, your brain still buzzing with equations, only to freeze in the genkan. The air hummed with a sticky sweetness, honey drizzled over sea salt, floral but feral. Your stomach flipped. “Satoru…?”  

No answer.  

The apartment was eerily tidy. No half-eaten steak abandoned on the counter, no trail of shed fur leading to the couch. No Digimon reruns on TV… Just silence, thick and syrupy. Your pulse spiked as you crept toward the bedroom.  

There, curled in a shivering heap on your rumpled sheets, was Satoru.  

“Oh my god-” You rushed to him, knees hitting the mattress. He clutched your pillow to his face, his knuckles white, breath ragged. His usual alabaster skin was flushed rose-pink, sweat glistening at his temples. The scent intensified here, heady, intoxicating, like orchids dipped in musk.  

“Satoru, look at me,” you pleaded, cupping his jaw. His eyes cracked open, pupils blown so wide his irises were mere slivers of Arctic blue. They glowed faintly, fever-bright. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you need-?”  

“Heat,” he rasped, voice shredded. His claws snagged the pillowcase, threads snapping. “It’s- hah- not… not your problem. Just… go.”  

“Go? You’re burning up!” You pressed a cold, tiny palm to his forehead; he whimpered, nuzzling into your touch like a starved kitten. “Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?!”  

“‘Cause it’s embarrassing,” he hissed, though the effect was ruined by how he arched into your hand, chasing your fingers as you brushed his hair back. “Snow leopards don’t- nngh- don’t do this every year. Just… when we…” His throat bobbed. “…find a mate.”  

Your breath hitched. “Oh.”  

“Not that I’m- ah- proposing,” he gritted out, tail lashing. “Just… biology being a dick. I’ll be fine. Go.”  

But his body betrayed him. He shuddered violently, a broken whine escaping as he rutted against the mattress, hips stuttering. You saw the way his stiff cock pushed against the cotton of his pajamas, the way there was a tiny patch of wetness… pre cum staining the fabric. The motion sent a bolt of heat straight to your cheeks, but not more than the way the bed shook faintly, just a mere glimpse of how strong he is.  

“Stop being stubborn,” you whispered, climbing onto the bed. Your pink sundress rode up to your pretty thighs as you settled against the headboard, legs folded. “C’mere.”  

Satoru stared at you, conflicted, pride warring with desperation. Then, with a tiny wounded noise, he crawled into your lap, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He was trembling, his skin scorching through your clothes.  

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, cradling his head. His ears flattened, velvety against your palms. “You’re okay.”  

“Not okay,” he choked out, fingers clawing the sheets instead of your hips- oh, never mind, his fingers started to knead your hips, like dough. “You’re too… soft. Smell too good. Hate this.”  

“I know,” you soothed, rocking gently. “Just breathe.” Funny thing is, your heart was racing, you should breathe too, but the way Satoru touched you went straight to your core, making you sticky, your panties clinging to the fluid. 

You traced idle patterns over his back, avoiding the dip of his spine where his tail met skin, yet that didn’t change a thing. He jerked, a guttural purr rattling his chest. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing your skin, begging to sink in, bite you as he fucked you senseless. “Fuck, baby- don’t- please- ”  

“Does this help?” you asked softly, skimming your nails up his nape. Your cheeks burned as you saw the damp spot on his pajamas grow, like he was a leaking faucet of need. 

“Yes. No. Stop.” He gasped, hips rolling helplessly, uselessly. “Don’t… don’t tease me.”  

You weren’t, but hell, it felt like it. Your free hand rested on his tummy, shifting him a little to be comfier. Eyes trying to not stray to his weeping, cotton covered cock, the way it twitched, the way your core oozed more warm slick.

Satoru obviously caught on, having a sharp nose, but he just whined, feeling frustrated. He didn’t want to hurt you, in any way, so he tried to avoid the thought of rutting into you, feeling your tight, warm, gummy insides hug his thick length tight, how he’d fill you with his warm, salty release, maybe watch it flow out as he fingered it back in…

Fuck, this wasn’t helping. 

“I’m not,” you promised, heart aching. His anguish was palpable, a storm of need and restraint. “Tell me what you need.”  

“You,” he keened, the word raw. “But I can’t- won’t- hngh- ”  

“Shh.” You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, tasting salt. “I’ve got you.”  

Slowly, so slowly, you palmed his tummy, the muscles quivering beneath your touch. His breath hitched, a broken sound, but he didn’t pull away. You mapped the planes of his abdomen, going lower despite your heart beating too fast, your body feeling warm, gentling him like a spooked kitten. His purr stuttered, deepened, until the bed vibrated with it.  

Satoru’s breath hitched when your tiny hand brushed the very bottom of his tummy, near his pubic bone. His eyes widened, up on yours as his hands clung to your dress, unintentionally pulling it down, revealing your baby-pink lace-covered, pert breasts.

Your hand hesitantly ran over his stiff cock, lips parting at the sheer size of him, how girthy and long- was his dick curved? You almost fainted, but Satoru’s whine, paired with his puffy lips clinging to your now released nipple, brought you back.

What?

Your panties flooded, and you mewled softly, palming his aching cock as you watched him suckle on your nipple like a hungry baby. His eyes shut a little, and his ears- oh, his cute ears twitched with each suck. His hips jerked up desperately, whimpering nonsense onto your breasts. His sharp little fangs brush the sensitive skin, leaving you a mess.

You couldn’t say no to him anymore. But you hadn’t a clue how to please a man… Sure, you saw a few videos before, a girl jerking her hand up and down the length, the man groaning before he came, but was it the same to every man? You saw the way Satoru was almost crying as he suckled, basking in your palming, but far too needy, far too eager for more.

Who were you to deny him?

You gently pulled his pajamas down, eliciting a whimper from his pink lips, still stubbornly latched onto your nipple. His other hand now kneads your other breast, eyes up on you, looking far too innocent for the situation. 

“Shh, I got you, kitty. Let me take care of you.” Once his throbbing, girthy, long cock bobbed out from his pajamas, your eyes widened, pupils shifting to phantom hearts.

Holy shit.

Satoru was pure fantasy. His weeping dick, and swollen balls aching. His pinkish-red tip dribbled small amounts of milky release, his length covered in faint veins, curved faintly upwards, like a hook. Aroused was an understatement; you had the urge to sink down on him, despite your shy self, to feel his fat tip kiss your soft cervix…

Satoru suckled harder, nipping on your nipple, massaging the other until pliant. You glanced down at him, softly whimpering along to him as you began to follow pure instinct, jerking him off.

“There you go, kitty,” you whispered. “Just let go.”  

He went boneless against you, limbs heavy, face barely hidden, his saliva bathing your now puffy nipple. His tail coiled around your ankle, an anchor. 

Sweet thing hadn’t uttered a coherent word the entire time; that’s how gone he was. Your fingers grazed his swollen tip, adding more pressure to the length as you went up and down. Satoru’s whimper, alongside the jerk of his hips, with the hard nibble of your nipple, told you he was close.

So when his release fell like a waterfall, sticky white fluid spurting from his tip to his clenching tummy, all over your tiny hand, he trembled, ears twitching, tail shaking faintly. His lips didn’t leave your nipple, though, saliva strand staying intact as he looked up to you half lidded, whining softly.

“That’s it, baby… Such a good boy, hm?” You cooed softly, cheeks rosy, matching his. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, hands trembling softly. But when your sticky hand left his relaxed cock, he suckled more, almost begging to have some kind of physicality with you. Your hand cradling his head to your chest allowed him to, feeling your own arousal grow tenfold worse.

After a quick wipe of your sticky hand on his already messy pajamas, you let your hand rub his chest, noticing his sensitive spots far too easily. He whimpered quietly when your fingers lightly ran over his pink nipples, and when your nails brushed his collarbones. 

By the time his breathing evened out, the room smelled of nothing but lavender, sticky release, and sleep.  

His sleep. 

Poor baby was worn out, overwhelmed from the pleasure, rightfully exhausted. 

You didn’t move until moonlight spilled through the curtains. Slipping away only to first get a warm, wet cloth to clean his tummy, then you changed into your coziest Miffy pajamas, pulling a new pair out for him too. You returned to find him sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. The collar glinted in the dark, like his release.

You gently cleaned his saliva-ridden lips and chin, then his tummy, making sure to get his snowy happy trail clean from release. After removing his dirty pajamas and pulling his new ones up, you threw the cloth and pants in the laundry hamper, settling beside him with burning cheeks and a full heart.

“Stay,” he mumbled, hoarse but lucid, as you slid under the covers.  

“Where else would I go? Silly kitty.” You curled into his side, head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed you, a steady drum beneath your ear.

Pleasuring him was scary at first, but… Now in bed, all comfy and warm with him, you felt far more confident, less shy about it. Sure, your panties were slick, messy with what he caused, but you’d deal with it later; now it was all about Satoru, your baby.

He hesitated, then wrapped around you, his nose in your hair. “…Thanks… ‘M sorry for-”  

“Be quiet, ‘Toru, don’t say dumb stuff,” you teased.  

He huffed a laugh, his ears burning pink, feeling surprisingly shy about being jerked off by his cute little owner. “Shut up.”  

But his big, warm arms tightened, his purr resuming, softer now, a lullaby. You kissed the hollow of his strong throat, just above the collar.  

“Next time,” you whispered, “don’t suffer alone. Please.”  

He didn’t answer. Just nuzzled closer, his tail swathing your legs like the world’s fluffiest blanket. 

But when you slept and felt his cheek nuzzle into your breasts, you knew the answer already.

Silly kitty.

End. 

Whoa! That was a lot, but I hope you truly enjoyed :) I wrote 90% of this half awake, since that's when my brain just locks in and spills the best writing I could ever pull out. I absolutely adore this little munchkin, so I will be making silly little drabbles, both sfw and nsfw, when I have the time. Btw, all my nsfw content is NOT for minors, and please do note I have this written in my intro, which is pinned. Take care of yourselves, lovelies :P

[yearninflowers]

Imagine...

Alhaitham as a 'snow leopard'.

Unlike their initial appearances, snow leopards will not attack a human if one ever disturbs their peace. They would rather run away, shielding themselves from the unfamiliar presence. It is widely known that those big cats are quite shy creatures. You noticed the same pattern of behavior from your friend, Alhaitham.

Well, one fact is wrong, though. Alhaitham avoided people because it proved to be a hassle to be involved with one rather than being shy, as opposed to your thought of him as a snow leopard. Somehow, throughout your childhood with him, he would prove to you again and again how easy it was to avoid the eyes of adults and children altogether while holding your hands as you both ran away to hide from everyone.

It was a little weird how often he would tell you how annoying other people are despite you being one of those 'other people' in his point of view. Nonetheless, you stuck by his side. Through all the times in his life, yours was always intertwined with his. His birthdays, his grandmother's passing day, his… alone days, somehow. You were there through it all.

Aren't snow leopards solitary animals, though? Why does he always invite you to join his activities?

Maybe he isn't a snow leopard like you initially thought. Maybe he's a… never mind, you can't think of another animal when picturing your friend now. He's a new variant, perhaps. A weird, somewhat autistic snow leopard.

"Snow leopard, huh? Is that what you think of me?" Alhaitham silently mumbled under his breath, carefully reading the content of the small diary book you had left open somewhere.

Alhaitham would suddenly slip out a small smile whenever he remembered what you were picturing him as. Such a uselessly cute thought inside that head of yours. In contrast to what you thought of him, Alhaitham thought of you as a place he would call 'home'. Warm, steady, and welcoming were all your characteristics in his eyes.

From childhood until now, you've always been there for him. You always feel like the books he would love to read—the library he would love to lounge about—the home he would love to stay in. He loves everything about you, but especially the warmer side of yours. It felt like time would stop and he could live in such a serene place whenever he was beside you.

But sometimes, you are just too accommodating. You will let people in, welcoming them just like you welcomed him. Alhaitham would watch as you converse with other people as if they were all worth your time.

Don't you know that snow leopards are territorial animals no matter how less aggressive they are than other species?

He is never an aggressive person. Never at all. However, that would be another case for the people who would shamelessly rob your time together with him. After all, he needs his home, just like you need your snow leopard, right? You often said that your life is always intertwined with his alone. How about proving those exact words right now?

[latin5mamii]

Photography - Jude Bellingham

Genre: fluff and kinda nsfw (Jude bellingham x fem!reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend’s your personal photographer…

Warnings: just lightly nsfw, suggestive talk…

Author’s note: I’m in my leopard aesthetic era🐆

Your man’s new passion for photography had become both a blessing and a curse for you. Every time you were about to go out, he would bring out his new camera with a vintage print and insist on taking pictures. The most beautiful ones always found their way into his wallet or phone case. Today was no different. As you finished getting ready in front of the mirror, you anticipated the familiar ritual, despite being slightly late.

Hearing his footsteps approaching, you turned to see Jude adjusting his camera. The moment he saw you in your leopard print outfit, his eyes lit up with that signature smirk spreading across his face.

“Look at my sexy girl”

You couldn’t help but smile and do a little spin for him. “Strike a pose for me,” he urged, his camera clicking away. You posed as always, beaming at him, and after a couple of shots, he set the camera aside and walked over, wrapping his arms around your waist. One hand slid down to give your butt a playful squeeze.

He guided you to stand in front of the mirror, hugging you from behind and planting gentle kisses on your neck. “Do you like the view?” he murmured in a husky tone against your shoulder.

You nodded, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. The kisses on your neck, initially sweet, began to grow more passionate and intense. Realizing where this was heading, you pulled away with a light laugh. “Behave, we have to go.”

Jude met your eyes with a mischievous glint, making you giggle. “Don’t look at me like that,” you admonished playfully, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Like what?” he teased, feigning innocence.

“I said to behave, remember?” you reminded him.

“A’ight, let’s behave” he promised, though his grin suggested otherwise.

“But just that you know, after dinner, I won’t be able to take my hands off you.”

[goth-vampires-blog]

What if I make a Shishigumi poly x Cloud leopard yn? Where yn is working at a cafe or restaurant where the Shishigumi members go and dine at, Ibuki is alive in this fanfiction, and Louis is still the leader (not a part of the poly)

[cvnntagious]

that cunty leopard print has grandma tugging at her hair (wishing it was him)

(my edit : follow cvntagious on tiktok/insta !!)

[rubiehart]

when john b is wanted by the cops, leopard!reader uses her pretty privilege to get the pogues some sustenance in the form of shitty pizza.

the roughed up teens sit in the crowded truck, seats reclined to keep them out of view of any passers-by who were drooling for that reward money. the yellow-ish light coming from the ‘urban slice’ sign illuminated the side walk, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the teens and distorted reflections against the windows.

“does anyone have any more cash to contribute?” clearly irritated, pope tries again, shaking the few coins he has in the palm of his hand, giving expected looks towards everyone. the silence was all the evidence he needed and he lets out a long sigh.

“dude, i’m so hungry i could eat my own arm.” jj pipes up, throwing his head back against the seat and flopping his arm around for empasis. the girl with her head on his lap gives him a sideways look, teeth crunching down loudly on the hard candy, completely unamused by his antics.

“only time i’ll agree with jj.” kiara adds from the driver’s seat, throwing an arm over her eyes and groaning. jj scoffs. “how much you got pope?” the second girl asks, sitting up from her laying position against jj and eyeing up pope expectedly. “uh-“ he starts, jingling the coins around between his palms to count. “79 cents.” he almost winces, eyes flitting to the girls face as she throws herself back against the leather seat with a groan. “great.”

“will you all shut up, for even five seconds? please.” john b asks with his eyebrows furrowed, turning his body to face the three in the backseat, eyes trained specifically on the girl with a short temper. “acting like i can’t hear your stomach rumbling from here.” she quips back, arms crossed over her chest, an equally unamused expression on her face.

huffing impatiently, she takes one last glance at her unhelpful friends, reaching over pope to pull the handle of the door. “since none of you losers wanna help-“ she starts, climbing over pope’s stunned body and jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers smacking the concrete. “i’ll just do this myself.”

“um- i know i’m not the plan guy but i’m not really seein’ how this is workin’ out.” john b adds from the front seat, eyeing her suspiciously through the dirty window and she rolls her eyes, a little grin gracing her lips, teeth glinting in the shifty light.

“i got this. ‘kay?” she directs the questions at everyone, but her eyes are still trained on john b’s, blinking slowly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, his whole attitude seemingly changing. “uh- yeah whatever, be safe n’ stuff.” he nods, ignoring jj’s teasing from the backseat.

she gives everyone a once over, returning kiara’s supportive thumbs up with sticking her tongue out, slamming the car door and starting towards the borderline abandoned pizzeria.

she pushes open the door, big smile on her face directed to the only person behind the counter, a boy about her age, his cheeks noticeably redden as he looks her over, he hesitantly returns a little smile as she shoves her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, back arched a little and tits pushed forward as she eyes up the menu overhead.

her eyes are big and innocent as she blinks slowly at the menu, eyes flitting to his once she’d decided. “could i please get a large pizza, deep dish.“ she starts, eyes trained on him intently as he nods, stabbing nervously at the shitty screen, attempting to take her order.

“um- what toppings?” he hiccups out, her eyes widen a little and she pouts her lips a little, looking to the side as if she was thinking. “hmm..” she mumbles, bouncing on her heels a little, boobs practically in his face as she reels of her incessant list of toppings.

“cool. uh- will that be all?” he asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he tries to keep his eyes on her face. “mhm. and a strawberry milkshake, extra whipped cream.” she smiles, rapping her nails against the chipped marble counter, tips of his ears reddening as he processes the order and quickly scurries into the back without another word.

she smirks to herself, pulling out her phone and swiping onto whatever app to pass the time, elbows leaning against the counter as the guy sneaks glances at her whilst sprinkling olives onto her pizza.

sliding her order across the counter to her. “that’ll be $12.95.” he nods, and she smiles, a little too confidently for someone who currently doesn’t even have a cent to her name. “for sure.”

she reaches into her bra, purposely making a show of dipping hem of her tank down to show the lace of her bra. “oh shoot.” she whispers, theatrically patting down the rest of her pockets and sighing when she expectedly finds nothing, concealing her smirk at the way his gaze followed her hands, shamlessly taking up and down her body as she pouted.

“i must’ve forgot my purse..” she mumbles, throwing one hand down at her side, giving her best puppy eyes to the scrawny boy and he goes red, something that seemed to be routine for him. “uh, y’know what, it’s on the house. closing up this shit hole in half an hour or so anyways-“ he coughs up the excuse, clearly a lie but she was thankful anyway.

“really?” she smiles, canines gleaming as she picks up the pizza box, milkshake in the other hand, wrapping her lips around the shitty paper straw and taking an overly suggestive sip, eyes closed and fluttering as she lets out a pleasured noise.

“that’s really good.” she smiles, he’s bright red by this point and she’s feeling a little bad, although she does take pride in making perverted men uncomfortable, he seemed sweet so she left it at that. “see ya!” she turns on her heel, waving behind her as the little bell above the door chimes to signal her exit, sneakers tapping against the concrete as she slides open the truck door again, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling the senses of the starved teens.

“someone order a pizza?”

[ophanum]

can I request (i feel like more platonic but you can decide) Furious Five, Po, Master Shifu, and Tai Lung with a snow leopard who can manage to blend in snow and fog making people believe she is a ghost? it's not part of kung fu, it's her hobby to scare bandits from stealing without using violence.

RED - ! Kung Fu Panda

ft. Furious five, Po, Master Shifu, Redemption! Tai Lung x Snow Leopard! Reader

"Hearts on the walls, but no love in these streets. Appetite for destruction, a girl's gotta eat, yeah." - Red by Alex Boniello, Kylie Cantrall, and Walt Disney

Po

When Po first hears about the “snow ghost” legend from the villagers, he’s beyond excited. Stories spread quickly about a mysterious snow leopard, half-seen in the mist, who frightens bandits off the mountain paths without lifting a paw. Naturally, Po assumes you’re some kind of ancient spirit and is fascinated until he finally meets you and realizes it’s all a clever act.

He becomes your biggest fan, frequently pestering you to share your “scare tactics.” His excitement is boundless, and he tries imitating your techniques, though his own approach is far from stealthy. Po’s natural enthusiasm and not-so-quiet demeanor don’t lend themselves to subtlety, but he adores being part of your adventures.

You invite him along on a patrol, and Po can barely contain his giggles when he sees the bandits running in terror at the faintest glimpse of you. He makes sure to tell everyone in the Valley about the amazing “ghost” that guards the mountain, embellishing the stories until the villagers are convinced they’re protected by a fierce spirit.

Tigress

Tigress has immense respect for your restraint. She has always valued strength and discipline, and to see someone choose to defend their home without fighting intrigues her. While her instinct leans towards direct confrontation, she appreciates your commitment to finding an alternative that’s just as effective.

Tigress becomes curious about how you blend so seamlessly with the snow and fog, watching with intense focus the first time she sees you vanish into the mist. She doesn’t say much, but she’s deeply impressed by how you combine your skills with cleverness. Although her style is distinct, she practices what she learns from observing you, eventually finding her own methods for blending into certain environments.

Though she keeps her admiration subtle, she’ll sometimes spar with you, hoping to pick up more of your quiet, calculating approach. She’s thrilled to train alongside someone who proves that power can take many forms, and she may even share some of her own techniques with you as a sign of mutual respect.

Monkey

Monkey finds your ghost act legendary. The moment he realizes you’re using stealth and strategy rather than brute force, he’s ready to become your accomplice. He admires that you’ve chosen a path without violence, turning your environment into your ally. For him, your approach has the perfect mix of humor and strategy, making it more of an art than a skill.

Eager to assist, he starts joining you on your “ghost patrols,” and his agility adds an extra element of surprise. He’ll disappear into trees or leap from cliffs to help create even more suspense, and his quick-witted ideas make him a natural partner for you. Monkey delights in watching bandits stumble over each other in fear, convinced they’ve crossed into some supernatural realm.

He brings a playful twist to your work, coming up with ideas to amplify your “haunting” presence. “Let’s create moving shadows with these branches,” he whispers one night, rigging up sticks and leaves to dance eerily in the moonlight. Thanks to Monkey, you earn a reputation as the most unpredictable ghost in the valley, and he never stops bragging about how he’s part of your “ghost crew.”

Crane

Crane is amazed by how skillfully you blend into the snow, creating the appearance of a guardian spirit without ever needing to fight. Your approach aligns with his own tendency towards gentler methods, so he quickly develops a deep admiration for your style.

As a supportive friend, he offers to be your “eyes in the sky” when you patrol. From above, he can spot bandits before they even reach the mountains, warning you of their approach with subtle calls. He becomes your quiet lookout, ensuring no one surprises you.

Sometimes, he’ll add a touch of theatricality to your ghost act, swooping down and creating mysterious gusts of wind that make you seem even more like a phantom. He enjoys the role, finding a sense of peaceful purpose in your shared mission. Crane takes to calling you the “Mist Guardian” and tells others that they should “leave a little gift” for you at the mountain's edge if they want to avoid your ghostly wrath.

Viper

Viper has a quiet admiration for your strategy and finds your methods brilliant. She respects your control and appreciates that you choose to avoid violence unless absolutely necessary. Your non-combative style resonates with her own thoughtful approach to combat.

She’s fascinated by your techniques and sometimes asks you to show her how you blend with the fog. Viper wants to learn how to incorporate this into her own martial arts, as she values the ability to move undetected when necessary. Together, you two practice silent movement and controlled breathing, honing your skills in the art of blending.

Viper becomes one of your most enthusiastic supporters and talks highly of your skills to the rest of the group. She often calls you her “mystical sister,” appreciating the unique perspective you bring to protecting the valley. She even suggests you two go on occasional “stealth missions” together, so she can see your techniques in action.

Mantis

Mantis is wildly entertained by your scare tactics. He’s all about clever strategies that make people think twice, and your ghostly presence is his idea of the perfect deterrent.

He enjoys “helping” from time to time, usually by hitching a ride on your fur and whispering in a spooky voice to add an extra layer of fright to the experience. Mantis loves watching the bandits’ reactions when they hear unexpected voices coming from seemingly nowhere.

The aftermath is Mantis’s favorite part. He’s quick to gather all the funniest details about the bandits’ reactions and shares them with the group, exaggerating for dramatic effect. He even invents legends about you, calling you the “Phantom Guardian,” and he swears he’ll write a story about the “Ghost of the Mountain” one day.

Master Shifu

Shifu has high regard for your dedication to non-violent protection, seeing it as an admirable choice that requires a deep level of discipline. He might not always show his appreciation openly, but he respects that you’ve crafted a role of defender without needing direct confrontation.

When he learns about your methods, he recognizes the skill involved in blending with the snow and fog, and he subtly encourages the rest of the Furious Five to observe and learn from your approach. To him, you embody the idea that true strength isn’t always about force, and he may even hint that you’re an example they could all learn from.

He’s quietly proud of your efforts and will sometimes watch from afar, ensuring that you’re safe on your patrols. Shifu may even thank you directly for your contributions to the valley, a rare acknowledgment from the usually reserved master. He might not show it outwardly, but he considers you one of the most resourceful protectors in the region.

Tai Lung

Tai Lung is deeply intrigued by your method of protection and fascinated by your ability to guard the valley without ever needing to fight. Coming from a background steeped in power and aggression, he’s both impressed and humbled by your approach.

If he joins you on a patrol, he’s initially silent, observing the way you weave through snow and fog with effortless grace. He finds himself drawn to the idea of protecting without force, seeing it as a form of strength he hadn’t considered before.

Tai Lung tries to follow your example, though his instincts sometimes get the better of him. He admires your patience and considers you an unlikely role model, one that challenges his view of what it means to be strong. Though he might not say it, he respects you deeply, viewing you as a kind of mentor in restraint and control.

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The fog rolled thick over the mountainside, curling around tree trunks and swallowing rocky ledges. A faint shimmer of white slipped through the mist, moving with an unearthly stillness that no mortal could manage. From below, the valley bandits, their faces pale with fright, muttered nervously.

“Did you hear?” one whispered, gripping his spear a little tighter. “They say a ghost haunts these peaks—a spirit with fur as white as death itself.”

With a quiet chuckle, you—the snow leopard of the Valley—melted deeper into the mist, every step perfectly silent. You’d learned the art of scaring bandits away without needing to fight long ago; it was your signature way of keeping peace. Out here, the cold air carried whispers, and the fog was the perfect veil. So, you moved closer, letting your tail flick just barely into view before vanishing again.

One of the bandits gasped. “Did you see that?”

“You’re just seeing things,” his friend chided, though he took a cautious step back himself.

In another instant, you appeared again, only your sharp blue eyes showing through the fog like two frozen flames. That was enough—the two men shrieked, dropping their weapons and stumbling over one another as they bolted down the mountain path, disappearing into the trees below. You waited until you could no longer hear their footsteps, your amused smile spreading as the air around you settled back into silence.

“Wow! That was amazing!” a familiar voice cheered behind you. You turned to see Po, bouncing with excitement, a wide grin stretching across his face. “The ‘Snow Ghost’ strikes again! They didn’t stand a chance!”

You let out a soft laugh. “They’ll think twice before coming up here again, that’s for sure.”

Po was still bubbling with enthusiasm, eager to see your tactics in action up close. “That’s gotta be the coolest way of keeping people safe that I’ve ever seen! You didn’t even have to touch them!”

Just as Po finished speaking, a low growl sounded nearby. “Did you even consider if anyone might be watching?” Tigress asked as she emerged from the trees, her eyes narrowed with concern. “They were still carrying weapons.” She glanced at Po and added, “A little less cheering and they might not have noticed you.”

You gave a light nod of understanding. “True, but you’ve got to admit that scaring them off without a fight is sometimes… effective,” you offered, catching the faintest smirk that Tigress tried to hide.

“Effective,” she echoed with a nod, casting a sideways glance. “I didn’t say it wasn’t impressive.” There was something like admiration in her gaze as she continued, “Blending with your surroundings, using the mist like that… It’s a useful skill.”

A flicker of movement overhead caught your attention, and you saw Crane gliding down to perch on a low-hanging branch. “Keeping to the shadows again?” he teased lightly, settling his wings. “I’ll admit, it’s pretty remarkable what you do.” He tilted his head with a grin. “Though, if you need extra eyes from above, just give a signal. I can always scout the area.”

A spark of pride warmed your chest. These were friends who understood your quiet approach, who valued it just as much as you did. You watched as Crane spread his wings wide, demonstrating how he’d glide down to create a gust of wind that would stir the mist around you, amplifying your ghostly appearance.

“Oh! And wait, wait!” Monkey piped up, jumping in from a nearby branch, grinning as he moved his arms in sweeping, exaggerated gestures. “You could always rig up a few branches to move in the wind. I’m telling you, they’d go from scared to screaming!”

The idea made you laugh softly. Monkey’s antics often bordered on the theatrical, but his creative enthusiasm added an extra layer of fun to your mission. “I think I’ll stick with what I know works,” you replied, though you made a mental note of his ideas. Sometimes, a bit of drama worked wonders.

“Now, now, let’s not get carried away,” Master Shifu’s voice came from behind you, the red panda giving a thoughtful look over the group. “Though, I must admit,” he said, glancing up at you with respect, “what you do is unique—and honorable. Protecting the Valley without harm… there’s something admirable in that choice.”

You felt a swell of pride at Shifu’s words. Shifu, though reserved, valued wisdom over brute strength, and that was exactly what you hoped to embody. As he watched, you melted back into the fog to demonstrate, turning your head just enough for your pale blue eyes to peer back out before you fully disappeared into the mist.

“I think she’s trying to show off now,” Mantis muttered playfully, crossing his tiny arms.

“Show off?” Tai Lung’s voice cut in, his tone one of mild intrigue. He’d arrived quietly, his towering form blending into the shadows. His eyes held an intensity as he watched you, though not with his former fury. Since his redemption, Tai Lung had taken to observing and appreciating non-violent approaches, curious about a strength that was more restraint than force. He inclined his head, his gaze softened. “There’s wisdom in a fight avoided. Perhaps it’s a lesson I should’ve learned long ago.”

Tai Lung’s quiet acknowledgment was unexpected, and you inclined your head in a brief bow of mutual respect. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Tai Lung admitted, “You’ve shown that power doesn’t always mean force. I think… that’s something I should remember.”

Just as he finished, Po let out an amused sigh. “Oh, come on, Tai Lung! You know that everyone’s just impressed by the legendary ‘Snow Ghost.’” He grinned, looking around at the group as he continued, “Just imagine, if I’d seen her out here on my first visit to the Valley, I’d have been toast!”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Tigress replied dryly, though a hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

Before the group could continue, Crane’s sharp eyes spotted movement below. Another group of bandits approached the valley entrance, clearly unaware of the fate of the others before them.

“Another set already?” Mantis asked, exasperated. “What do they think is going to happen?”

You exchanged a determined look with your friends and wordlessly vanished back into the mist. Po and the others watched in awe as you moved forward, your fur nearly disappearing against the snowy backdrop.

Watching from above, your friends saw the bandits’ eyes widen with dread as you emerged like a phantom, appearing just close enough for them to glimpse your icy stare. You allowed the fog to gather around you, lingering in view just long enough for them to understand the warning in your eyes. In seconds, the bandits took off, their courage gone, scattering back down the mountain in a hurry.

When you returned, the group was ready with quiet applause. Even Tai Lung nodded in admiration. “That,” he said, “is how to inspire fear without lifting a finger.”

“I think it’s more than fear,” Shifu noted thoughtfully, glancing up at you. “It’s a way of reminding others that sometimes the strongest power is the gentlest hand.”

Po clapped you on the back with a grin. “I think we can all agree—the Valley’s got the best ‘ghost’ in the land. Who needs a fight when they have you?”

And as the mist wrapped around you once more, a sense of quiet satisfaction settled over the mountains. You’d protected the valley again, keeping peace with a bit of stealth, some clever tricks, and a loyal family who believed in the strength of a peaceful heart.

[bunnis-monsters]

Hiii! Love your work!

If it's okay, I would like to send in an ask for your snow leopard hybrid. He is absolutely my favorite! This is so random but I was thinking of him with an autistic reader who is like constantly playing with his tail and ears. It's just the perfect stim toy because it's all warm and soft. I was thinking like she presses it to her cheeks or chest different parts of her body and bro can't help but get horny from it.

I know it's random and it's cool if you don't wanna do it, this has just been floating around in my mind for a while.

Have a good day/night/evening! :)))

He’s always been pretty patient with you, and tolerates pretty much everything.

You had a bit of an overstimulating day, so now all you want to do is cuddle with your lover.

His ears are soft and fluffy, fun to pet and tug on. With the right amount of scratching, he’ll begin to purr for you.

In all honesty his purring is soothing as well, so you play with his tail as he begins grooming your head. He swishes his tail a bit, smiling down at you fondly when you giggle and reach for it again.

Sometimes you’ll just bury your face into his fluff, too emotionally drained and overstimulated to talk or be playful. When that happens, he’s quiet, and will rub your back or play with your hair if you allow it.

Other, you rub a bit too much. Some days he’s more sensitive than others, and with all the petting and touching, he’ll get hard instantly.

Don’t worry, jerking him off feels nice too, and you like watching him cum all over your hands. He’s very affectionate with you after he’s had a nice orgasm, even more so than usual.

[rea-grimm]

Shelter - Snow leopard Law

Early in the morning, you went for your morning run, where you ran around your property every single morning. You inherited a park from your great-grandmother, which you turned into a shelter.

You came from a family of hunters, but you refused to continue the family business especially since your family hunted the supernatural, whether they were innocent or criminal.

But in your shelter, which acted more as a temporary stopover for animals and even shapeshifters who went there to heal or rest before they left again. 

During your run, you came across an injured and, to your surprise, green tiger sleeping by the fence. You immediately knew it was a shifter, but you didn't care. 

You cautiously crouched down beside him and talked him down. The tiger woke up, yawned and looked at you sleepily. You were glad that the beast wasn't aggressive and instead calmly followed you into your house, where you also had room to tend to the animals and give them the care they needed.

There you treated the shifter. He then walked over to the park, where he lay down on a wide flat rock with the sun shining on it. 

You then took a quick shower, and as you were changing your clothes, your eyes fell on the picture frame you had on your nightstand. It was of you, Luffy and Law. 

This photo was important to you as it was a memento of your first meeting with Law, your best friend. And truthfully, you hoped you could be something more.

It was Luffy who introduced you. He invited you both and his crew to a bar where you met and hit it off. Plus, you went to Law when you needed treatment since you were traumatized from the hospitals and refused to just walk in.

As you were looking at the photo, your phone rang. It was Luffy inviting you to lunch at Baratie. And what he meant by recognizing you was that he'd meet you there, but everyone pays their own way. 

You arrived at Baratie, where Luffy's gang was already settled in, only without Zoro, and even Law was there. Of course, you were waited on by Sanji, who brought and offered only the best to you and all the other ladies. Law just grunted something quietly over that before taking a drink to cover it up.

You were chatting and Nami mentioned that Zoro had gone missing again and wasn't answering anyone's phone. To be honest, none of you were surprised. 

You mentioned the new additions to the shelter, including the tiger. The Straw Hat was excited about it and wanted to go see the tiger immediately, but the others stopped him. 

"Too bad, I wanted to ride him," Luffy muttered. His sadness didn't last long, however, as he immediately straightened up and looked at you with a wide smile.

"Y/N, Torao had something he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that..." he began, but that was when Usopp and Nami gagged him and Law gave him a murderous look. 

"It was nothing," Law looked at you, but when he saw the way you smiled at him, he had to tell you. Or at least something else. ":...I got a new tattoo. I wanted to show it to you," he finally muttered.

"Sweet. I can't wait to see it," you smiled. Law smiled weakly and nodded his head in agreement. For the rest of lunch, however, he pierced Luffy with his gaze. 

Early the next morning, you had an unexpected visitor. You heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. Two men in black suits stood at the door. One of them was smiling pleasantly and the most noticeable thing about him was his long nose. The other man had black hair and was looking at you coldly. Both of them introduced themselves as representatives of the inspection authority and they had to check your shelter.

They suspected illegal importation of animals, and subsidies and had to check all the documents you had there. 

But you had a strange feeling about them and suspected that they were there for something else. 

However, you let them in as you had nothing to hide and all the documents were covered and copies made. 

The two men had been with you for almost the entire morning and were still looking on. The man with the black hair walked over to you, grabbed your wrist firmly and growled something. He reminded you more than ever of a wild animal. 

He looked like he wanted to hurt you and he got his answer out of you by force when Law appeared in the doorway. At that moment, the black-haired man let you go and Law walked over to you and stood protectively in front of you. Within a few minutes, the two officials left. 

"Are you alright? What were they doing here?" Law asked you, examining your wrist, which showed the fingerprints of the way he had held you earlier.

"I'm fine. They said they were just checking something, but all they did was make a mess," you replied, looking at all the papers that were around.

"Those never mean anything good," he replied.

You were glad he showed up. Actually, Law was there because he promised to show you a new tattoo the day before. You knew almost every tattoo he had on him. But now he's had the tattoo on his chest repaired and a few details tweaked.

Law took off his shirt so you could see the tattoo in question. Of course, he was pleased when you complimented him on the tattoo. But your eyes fell on the leopard spots that looked like more tattoos.

"You got another new one here. I didn't know you were a fan of animal designs," you commented, running your fingers gently over them. Law flinched under your touch, and you missed how he panicked for a moment.

"Yeah, I forgot about those. Those are new too," he muttered. He pulled his shirt back down again when he noticed more spots on his arms, so he pulled his sleeves down. He looked at you again, and especially at your wrists, where a bruise was slowly starting to form. 

"I'll get you something good for those bruises tomorrow. Make them go away faster," he added, surprisingly gently. 

You chatted pleasantly with Law as you saw a familiar car pull up to the front gate from the window. You knew immediately who it belonged to and it ruined your good mood. 

It was your father, who even now had come to persuade you to return to the hunters and the family business. He needed you for his other work.

Besides, he said you had an incredible talent. Ever since you were a child, you've had excellent eyesight and the ability to spot shapeshifters in the blink of an eye. Plus, you had a talent for runes. 

But you rejected it. You wanted nothing to do with him. Your father frowned at your refusal and warned you that something might happen to you or your shelter.

That pissed you off even more. Don't you dare let him interfere in your life and threaten you. Before you knew it, you were in there arguing with him. You weren't in the mood for quiet, so Law came out to support you. 

Your argument also woke up the green-furred tiger, who stirred and came over to you while growling dangerously at your father, already ready to lunge for his throat. 

Their presence calmed you down a bit and helped you keep your cool. You placed your hand on the tiger's head, stopping him from attacking. The tiger looked at you, but still growled warningly at your father. You could see the look on Law's face, too, as he looked like a beast ready to rip his throat out. 

Your father saw these two join you and decided he was at a disadvantage and with a warning to watch out for your pets, he left. 

"Are you all right?" Law asked, seeing your hands balled into fists, and taking your hand, he led you home. The tiger was on your heels, refusing to move away from you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... We don't seem to be choosing a family... But he's bugging the hell out of me," you said, sitting up.

It was slowly approaching evening and Law looked at the clock. He should be back, but he didn't want to leave you alone.

"I'll be fine," you assured him. The tiger lay down on the couch next to you and seemed to nod his head in agreement to keep an eye on you as well. 

With that, Law bid you farewell. He still told you to be careful, though, and to call him if anything happened. 

"You can count on it. Let me know when you get home," you said, scratching the tiger's head.

Law, however, didn't let you know at all. You thought maybe he'd forgotten, even though it was the first time it had happened. You had a habit of always letting each other know when you were saying goodbye when you were getting home. 

You thought about it while you scratched the tiger's head, which was purring contentedly. However, you were interrupted from these thoughts by your phone. You were beginning to think it was Law when you realized it was your friend. 

You picked up the phone and put it to your ear. To your surprise, she called you this late because she found a big cat injured on the side of the road on her way home.

"...I don't know what it is. It looks like a leopard but in white. Can I take it to your place? I don't want to leave it here. I think it's still alive," she told you. Of course, you told her to take the animal to you. 

You were on your feet immediately and went to prepare the room. If the beast had been hit by a car or something else had happened to it, you wanted to be ready. 

Your friend arrived a few dozen minutes later and you helped her carry the animal inside. She was right, as it was a leopard, but a snow leopard. 

The animal had beautiful white fur with black spots and a long bushy tail. You noticed it even had a collar around its neck. 

Your friend said goodbye to you and left you alone. Meanwhile, you examined the cat for injuries. Fortunately, he was fine and probably hadn't even broken anything. 

Instead, you focused on the collar, which you tried to remove. But when you tried, you got an electric shock in your hands. You immediately pulled your hands away. 

The next day, when you woke up and went to check on the snow leopard, he was already awake. You checked him to make sure he was okay before you gave him food. Then you went to get the other animals. To your surprise, the snow leopard followed you every step of the way.

Then you decided to find out more about the collar. In the daylight, you could clearly see the runes, but they were scrawled as if by a child. From the handwriting, you had some suspicions as to what it was. However, the runes were so oddly arranged that you had no idea how to undo them to remove the collar. 

You wanted to find out who was hiding under the leopard's fur, so you reached for the alphabet tablet to communicate with him. But he only confirmed that he was a shapeshifter, but refused to tell you his name. 

You were about to ask him again so you would know what to call him when there was a knock on the door. You went to the door but the snow leopard was at your side. 

To your surprise, it was the same black-haired man from yesterday. This time, however, he was alone. He wanted to check on something else he hadn't managed to do yesterday. He even seemed a little more polite at first, even introducing himself as Rob Lucci.

But you refused to let him in. He tried to get in anyway. But he was prevented from doing so by the snow leopard, which started growling at him and nearly bit him. 

"I see how it is. This isn't over," he said coldly, and you thought you heard a faint growl in his voice. With that, Rob Lucci fixed you with a look and walked away.

You shook your head at that and went back inside. You picked up the phone and tried calling Law. You hadn't heard from him since yesterday and you were a little worried about him. However, he didn't pick up and your call dropped to voicemail. That just added to your worries. 

The snow leopard was sitting next to you, and when he saw your expression, he rested his head in your lap and began to nuzzle you lightly, as if trying to reassure you. 

You went to check the park today, too. You were going to go inside first. Of course, the snow leopard went with you. You both alerted when you heard a growl. 

You ran to where the growling was coming from and you couldn't believe your eyes. A golden fox was fighting with a green-furred tiger.

"Hey, that's enough!" You shouted, wanting to separate them since you had a pretty good idea that they were shifters. However, both of them were deaf to your words. Even the snow leopard roared at them, but even that didn't help.

So you both decided on a different tactic. You threw yourselves between them. You grabbed the fox by the skin from behind and pulled him aside, while the shapeshifter confronted the tiger.

Once they both calmed down, you put the fox back on the ground. The fox looked at you before it started to come at you and rub against your leg. But the snow leopard didn't like that and pushed him away from you. He then snorted and rubbed himself against your leg in satisfaction. 

Then you and the snow leopard set off again for the rest of your tour of the park. On the way back, you were walking around the fence when you noticed a hole in it. On closer inspection, you discovered that someone had cut it. 

You wondered what it could have been when you heard a wolf howl from across the park. It was strange since you had no idea there was a wolf. You cautiously followed the sound.

You stopped dead in your tracks as a sight perhaps even more bizarre than a green-furred tiger unfolded before you. A wolf and giraffe stood in a small clearing directly in front of you. You felt like your little sanctuary was becoming more of a zoo.

The two animals, which you knew were shifters, were acting like nothing. Like they totally belonged there. You didn't know what to do with them, so you decided to leave them alone for the day and wait until tomorrow to see how things turned out.

That evening you curled up in bed with a snow leopard at your side, snuggling up to you. You picked up the phone again and tried to call Law. It was strange to you that he hadn't answered for so long. 

You sighed and scratched the snow leopard's head. You looked at him and thought you had seen his eyes before somewhere. But you couldn't remember where. 

The next day, after you fed the animals, you decided to overcome your fear and go to the hospital. You didn't go there for yourself, you went there for Law. He still wasn't answering his phone, so you thought you'd ask him at work if he'd been seen.

You made it to his ward, where you ran into Marco. You asked him about the surgeon, but it was the second day he hadn't seen him either. But he thought he was taking some well-deserved time off. You thanked him and tried to look for him elsewhere. 

This time you went to his house. You didn't have the keys, but you got in through the window without any trouble. But there was no sign of him there either. 

However, there was his white and rather chubby cat, Bepo, clinging to you and meowing sadly.

"Bepo," and you bent down to the cat, who immediately jumped into your arms. You petted him before you went around the apartment. 

In the kitchen, you poured Bepo's kibble before going to the bedroom and bathroom. You just hoped you wouldn't find him collapsed somewhere. You still figured he'd worked late and now he's sleeping. But that didn't explain why Bepo was so hungry and why he wasn't answering you. 

When you didn't find him in the apartment, you decided to go home. Of course, you took the white cat with you, since you had no idea when Law would return to take care of him. 

As soon as you brought him home, the cat jumped out of your arms and ran to the snow leopard, with whom he began to cuddle as if he had known him all his life. You watched it, and you became suspicious.

After a while, you got a call from a nearby animal rescue station. They'd caught a strange wolf that everyone was afraid of and couldn't handle. 

When you got there, you understood what they meant. They had a wolf locked up in a dungeon, a cross between a Doberman and a wolf. He watched you through the bars with intelligent golden eyes. You knew immediately that this was no ordinary wolf. 

"Hey there," you smiled sweetly at the shapeshifter and asked if he wanted to come with you, describing your little shelter and the park to him as well. He nodded his head and followed you calmly and obediently. All the staff at the shelter were completely taken aback by how docile and calm the animal was now. 

At your shelter, the wolf followed you inside, which didn't sit well with the snow leopard. He didn't growl at the wolf, but you could see how cautious he was and didn't lunge away from your feet. 

That same evening, another surprise awaited you. You were sitting on the couch with the snow leopard, he was half in your lap, and you were cuddling him. You scratched his head behind his ears and under his neck while he purred contentedly. He even leaned over and started licking your face. 

You were interrupted from this sweet moment by scratching at the door. The leopard grunted in displeasure at this. You didn't want to get up either, but you wanted to find out what it was. 

You got up from the couch and walked over to the door with the snow leopard and the hound each at your side. When you opened the door, the wolf you had seen the day before in the park was outside, along with a giraffe.

Before you could say anything, the wolf took the hem of your shirt in its mouth and began to drag you into the park. He looked like it was important. You let yourself be dragged while the two beasts were on your heels like two bodyguards.

As he dragged you, you began to make out the silhouette of a giraffe through the trees. When he pulled you to the right spot, the giraffe was bending over the leopard, who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. You immediately noticed the collar with runes on its neck. 

You were about to walk over to the leopard when the snow leopard stopped you. He meowed at you as if to warn you. But you didn't. This was your sanctuary, and you wanted to take care of everyone who needed your help. 

Eventually, you managed to drag the leopard home where you could nurse it back to health. His fur was much shorter, and you noticed the circular scars on his back, but they were much older. Your eyes then fell on the taser marks. 

After a moment, the leopard began to wake up, growling and shuffling about as if to escape. You were holding him against the table, trying to calm him down, when a snow leopard walked over to you with a syringe of sedative in its mouth.

You took it from him and removed it from its protective wrapping before injecting it into the wounded beast. It calmed down immediately and was asleep within moments. 

The next day you were awakened by a noise from outside. Immediately, you and the snow leopard were on your feet and running to find out what was going on. 

Outside in the courtyard, the tiger and the hound you brought the day before were fighting. To everyone's amazement, the hound was winning. You wanted to stop them or you feared the hound would maul the tiger. 

But just as you called out to them, the wolf looked at you with its golden eyes before looking at the tiger and walking away triumphantly. 

It was a good thing the tiger had enough strength in him for you to take him to the nursing station where the other leopard was still sleeping peacefully. 

You nursed the striped beast just in time, as just as you had a bit of peace to sit down, the bell rang. This time, however, Luffy and his crew were at the door. 

"Hello," he smiled warmly at you as you invited them in. "Hey, I see Torao's here too. That's cool," he smiled as he noticed the snow leopard. He growled at Luffy before looking at you and running off with downcast eyes. 

Luffy just chuckled at that before he ran after him towards the park, transforming into a black wolf in a flash. 

Nami then walked over to you saying that they had come to pick up Zoro and Sanji. As soon as she told you, you knew which animals they were. Plus, you had one in the next room. 

After Luffy and his gang left, you went to check on the other leopard. He was still lying where you left him, but his eyes were already open and he seemed to have some sort of perception. 

He was as docile as a lamb and had no trouble getting treatment. But you had the impression that this was largely due to the drugs he was still on. 

When you treated him properly, the leopard pressed his head into your hand and licked it. You scratched behind his ears for a while before you decided to go back. Little did you know that the leopard would follow you. 

You lay down for bail and were about to watch a movie when the injured leopard lay down next to you and put his head in your lap in a silent request for a scratch. He even started purring when you started scratching him in just the right spot on his head. 

The snow leopard watched the whole thing from the window and growled. This was supposed to be him with you. He was there for a long time, moving from place to place, wondering what to do next. 

After a few long minutes, he finally made up his mind, squeezed through the window and crept up to you, at which point he lay down on the other side of you and rested his head on your leg. You also scratched his head. It was a strange feeling just relaxing with a movie and having two big beasts by your side, but they acted like kittens. 

During the next day, you set about unlocking the collar and finally managed to unlock it. You took it off all the shapeshifters that were wearing it. However, none of them wanted to change back. And even though you knew the snow leopard was Law, you didn't understand why he wouldn't change back. 

Less than an hour later, an unexpected visitor stopped by your door. It was your father who strolled into your backyard. You had no idea how he managed to get so close since you'd barricaded the whole place with runes.

"Go away, I'm not in the mood for you," you told him angrily, arms crossed over your chest. You had Law at your side as a leopard, another leopard, even a giraffe and a wolf. 

It looked like your father was trying to recruit you to his side again but to no avail. However, this resulted in an argument where the shifters started growling at your father and it was clear that he was at a disadvantage. 

Before he left, he gave you a warning that made you feel bad, as you knew what this man was capable of. 

When he finally left, you decided to check your little park to make sure all the barriers were in place and nothing had happened. 

Everything seemed fine. You came to a small stream that emptied into a small lake. There was a small wooden bridge across it. You crossed over to the other side of the pond, where Law jumped onto a fallen branch that extended to the middle of the water. 

What neither of you expected was that the branch under him broke and he fell into the water. You expected him to be able to swim, but when he didn't make it above the surface, you jumped in to get him. The pond wasn't very deep, but it was deep enough for someone to drown. 

You pulled him out, fearing the worst. Soon, however, the snow leopard sputtered water and coughed. You were surprised he preferred to stay in his cat form. 

Now you were both soaked to the bone, and the worst part was the slight wind that chilled you. You made your way home as quickly as possible, where you took a hot shower and changed into warm clothes. 

Despite all this, however, you felt that you couldn't get warm. The two beasts were lying next to you, giving you their warmth. Despite this, you were shivering like a Chihuahua.

Soon after, you developed a fever and the flu. While you were out, Law turned human and took care of you. He didn't want to leave you alone, so he got you the medicine you needed through the leopard. You haven't seen him since. 

You woke up one day during the flu and were so lucid that you took Law's hand and wished he was there with you. You even managed, in your weakened state, to pull him into bed with you. Law kissed you on the forehead and lay there with you. 

A few days later, when you were finally able to get out of bed and function normally, Luffy showed up. He was glad you were okay and that Torao had taken care of you. 

The werewolf had stopped by to invite you to a giant barbecue they were having at Shanks' house. You, however, turned him down as you didn't want to leave the shelter unnecessarily unprotected and instead warned him about your father. 

What you didn't know, however, was that if you couldn't go to the barbecue, the barbecue moved to your shelter. Luffy and his gang provided everything you needed, and you haven't seen this many shifters in one place in a long time. There were new and familiar faces, and the mood was generally happy.

It was nearing midnight when the sound of gunfire rang out in the distance. Everybody instantly perked up and the party was off. Your shelter was surrounded by hunters. You immediately began to put together a plan, as there were no hunters who were willing to negotiate. 

Also at the barbecue was Ace, a fiery werewolf who circled the borders and set them on fire, creating the only possible entrance to the park. But you also knew about a secret passageway, a shaft of sorts that led you out to safety. 

While some made their escape to safety, the stronger ones fought back, giving space for others to escape. You, of course, were on the front lines with Law. You knew they mostly wanted you.

You caught their attention and lured them away from their shelter. Soon, however, you had nowhere to go and you were trapped. 

What you didn't expect was for a black limo to pull up right in front of you and open the door with a promise of safety. You looked at Law, who looked as incredulous as you did. 

However, it was the hunters or an unknown limo. Eventually, you hopped into the car, which drove you away. The limo took you long and far to an unknown destination. Law turned human in the car and together you waited to see what would happen next. 

Anyway, the car took you to the next town over, to the luxury district, to one of the better hotels. There you were given a room where you and Law spent the night. 

The next day, you received an envelope with directions to the meeting place. When you got there, you couldn't believe your eyes. There stood that obnoxious agent, Rob Lucci, with the leopard ears and tail. You immediately realized it was the leopard you were taking care of. 

But Rob Lucci was looking at you very differently now than he had the first time. He walked confidently over to you and took your hand before kissing your fingertips.

"I'm glad you came. Such a good little mouse," he smiled and licked his lips. Not to mention he told you he wanted to court you like a proper leopard.

But that was over the line, and Law stood protectively in front of you, forcing the leopard to let you go. He just chuckled at that, and you saw something dark flash in his eyes. 

"If you change your mind, my offer will still stand. Don't make me wait too long, though," he said, and you suspected that it wouldn't be easy. And it was true. If you didn't change your mind, Rob Lucci already had a plan in his head to get you all to himself. 

After that, you went back to the city, but instead of a shelter, you ended up in Law's apartment. Where you hoped the hunters wouldn't come looking for you. 

You ordered your food and saw the snow leopard peeking at you, wondering about something. After the meal, you decided to comfort him about it. 

"Even though you're a hunter and I'm a shapeshifter..." he began. "... I'd still want you as my mate," he finally said, and you saw his cheeks flush. His face turned even redder when you told him you wanted him to. 

He pulled you close and kissed you on the lips. Then he began to shower little kisses on your jaw and neck, where he paid the most attention.

When he found the perfect spot, he licked it, his tongue rough, like a cat's tongue, before biting you gently. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave his mark on your skin. Making you completely his.

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snow leopard!gojo wants to take care of you so badly. he wants to groom you just the way he does himself. he will literally lick your skin and the tickling sensation makes you laugh. he peeks at you with his big blue eyes, proud that you're enjoying this.

he licks and nips at the soft skin of your stomach, gently sinking his teeth into you every so often just to give you a little toothy grin when you quietly gasp at his antics. he nuzzles his nose at your skin as he moves up on your body.

his tail trails over your thighs as he hovers above you and he doesn't miss how you shiver below him. he's trying so hard to not focus on the fact that you taste so good, that you smell so good – he's just trying to clean you. he's being a good boy right now, he's not thinking about anything else other than taking care of you. he's not thinking about the way you're slowly but surely starting to take in bigger and deeper breaths. he's not thinking about how warm you are. how you're grinding into his knee, the one that's very convienently resting right between your thighs. how warm you are. he's not thinking about the way your hands are buried in his pearly white locks, the way your fingers are grazing at his soft, fuzzy ears. he can hear your heartbeat and he can now really smell you, too. satoru closes his eyes and lowers himself further down onto you, his skin brushing against yours as he continues to lick at your neck.

he wants to bite down stronger. he wants to hear you – he wants you to gasp, he wants you to mewl for him. he just wants you to let him know how good he's doing:(((( he wants your praise and he wants your attention:(((( he never wants to let you go, to let you leave – you look so pretty here underneath him. his baby.