#mr snuffles

[bossidiotart]

Me: man, I wish rottmnt fanfic writers would write in a cat sleeping next to Leo when he’s healing from his wounds after the movie :/

Also me: wait….I’m a rottmnt fic writer…..

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Leo did not want to be awake. Awake meant pain, it meant uncomfortable bandages, stiff joints and muscles. It meant a groggy mind from painkillers that should be saved for those who need them most. Yet here he is, pain dully throbbing almost everywhere on him, his eyes dry, body achy and stiff. Not to mention the chill that told him he’s definitely in the med bay. One thing, however, that he didn’t expect was a soft, hot patch snuggled between his left arm and side.

He cracked his eyes open and moved his head as much as he could, blinking a few times to register what’s there. A soft smile spread on his sore face. The unmistakable black and white came into focus, a little pink nose standing out from it. Leo lifted his right arm as best he could and stroked its head.

“Hey, Snuffy,” he cooed in a hoarse whisper.

Mr. Snuffles stirred and stretched his legs. He twisted a bit while leaning into Leo’s bandaged fingers. Leo huffed and flinched when his ribs protested.

“You keeping me from getting up, buddy?” A low rumble emitted from Snuffy’s body. He’ll take that as a yes. “Clever kitty.”

He gently pushed the cat’s head closer to him as he bent his head down to plant a smooch on his head. The purring grew louder. Snuffles tilted his head up, and Leo took advantage to scratch under his chin.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he croaked. “I shouldn’t be moving this much.” Mr. Snuffles doesn’t care. He’s getting attention and that’s all that matters. Leo winced as his body protested the movements and kept petting him. “Worth it.”

Mr. Snuffles stood and arched his back. His body trembled from it.

“Big stretch,” Leo instinctually commented. Mr. Snuffles turned around and flopped onto his shoulder. He licked Leo’s cheek, his rough tongue scratching his skin. “Aww, thanks, bud. I love you, too.”

Snuffy dropped his head and snuggled into his neck. Leo smiled, gently dropping his own head onto the cat’s and closed his eyes. He breathed in a sore breath; he slowly let it out through his mouth while focusing on Mr. Snuffles’ purring. They stayed like that for a whole three seconds before Snuffles moved his head to lick his fur.

“Come on, man, you’re ruining my focus.” The feline, of course, did not care. He just went on cleaning himself. Leo chuckled; a cough shook his frame, and he turned his head away as more ripped out of him. Mr. Snuffles let out a concerned meow, stood and pressed his body against Leo’s head. His purring amped up some as he licked at Leo’s sweating head.

“Snuffy—“ Leo’s voice strained between coughs. “Gross!” He took in deep breaths as the coughing died down. His ribs hurt worse now. His body’s uncomfortably hot. Damn it…that’s the last thing he needs after waking up. A goddamn infection.

A wall of black and white fur obscured his vision and got in his mouth. Leo pulled his head back and spat out the fur.

“Snoofle, please, I’m trying to cough my lungs out.” The cat paid no mind as he settled himself on Leo’s chest. He loafed himself and closed his eyes. A gentle purr vibrated through Leo’s bandaged plastron. He rested a hand on Mr. Snuffles’ back and laid his head back against the pillow.

[dizbunny]

The Escape Part 2

[striveattemptfail]

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[haveihitanerve]

Only in Gotham does red hood steal your cat at three in the morning because he “forgot to buy Robin a birthday present”

[jay-doubleyou]

[istherewifiinhell]

i always forget cats will druel... i look up and im like. why are u so wet....

[plumbus-central]

what do u think rick would name his cat?

Honestly I have no idea lol.

I avoid referring to it by any name in my head bc i cant decide on one that feels right. And by Rick's own admission in Solaricks he "hates naming things". (I hc that diane was the one who named beth).

I think rick would try to name the cat like Booger Aids or something and and the family would immediately step in and name it themselves 😂

[nerdomancer]

wait

hold on

HOLD THE FUCK ON

MR. SNUFFLES???

[kitxkatrp]

"I like birds, but I could never own one as a pet. Or at least, everyone around me would scream unholy terror as I taught the bird swear words."

[soobnny]

invisible string theory — yang jungwon. acquaintances to lovers. high school au. slice of life.

inspired by that one line from glue song, “you’ve been hiding in plain sight, then appeared” (2.6k words)

The problem with having 60 students per classroom is you were bound to make a stranger to at least thirty of them. And for someone who doesn’t talk much, it was like meeting half of your classmates for the first time every morning.

You kept close to your circle of friends, just like everyone else did, and kept in mind where to make eye contact when your homeroom teacher announces a group activity. You liked working with the same group of people, so you held a pretty stable and balanced routine at school. Always sitting at the same seat, always staying in the classroom with your packed lunch during break time, and always riding the same train home. 

Though, from time to time, a few anomalies would pose themselves to your perfectly lined scheduled—the rain always increased the time it would take to get to school, a predetermined group stands as a barrier between the people you know you work well with, and apparently Mr. Snuffles and his paws that had messed up your alarm clock. The culprit lays on your bed as you hurriedly rush around your room to get to school in time. You’re sure you could make it if the station followed the schedule of when the trains would depart. Preparing your lunch, however, would be impossible, and you would just have to stop by a convenience store before attending homeroom.

You disliked the canteen. Students lived off of crowds, an impossibly long line, and an even poorer selection of food than what you can find in a convenience store. It would take half of your break just to get food, and the rest of the half eating. It’s better when you can hold time in your hands in the classroom. 

Opening the door to the convenience store, it was almost a relief to find it almost empty, save for a few students who were probably either getting breakfast, lunch, or a snack. When it was your turn to have your meal checked out, it takes you about 10 seconds to realize you might’ve left your wallet at home. And it takes even faster to confirm when you rummage through your bag and come out empty-handed. 

Damn you, Mr. Snuffles. 

You realize you didn’t spare the time to double check your bag when your sister had borrowed it over the weekend and probably put some of your essentials out. 

Burden raced and dropped down your shoulders as you struggled to explain to the cashier if she could disregard scanning it in the first place. Though, you aren’t given ample time to get your thoughts across when money is handed to her from next to you. 

He looks familiar, the boy with the short and a little disheveled hair. It looks pretty, falling over his forehead, like he came off a 90s magazine. He gives you a look, enigmatic almost, though smiling as he puts his wallet back in his bag. 

“Thank you.” You spoke shyly, though he only grins, showing off his perfect white teeth.

“You’re (Name), right? I’m Jungwon, we’re in the same class.” 

So that’s why he looked familiar. The only thing you knew about him was that he had a dog, had introduced him on the first day of class with a photo. Everything else, you learned from those around you; he was smart, taking most of the offered advanced subjects, he had multiple senior friends whom he eats with at the canteen, and he was apparently a great dancer. 

“Ohh, I knew you looked familiar.” Your mouth parts in recognition. “Thanks again for saving my ass back there. My cat had messed up my alarm and I left my wallet so today’s just been a disaster so far.” You laugh a little at the tangent your schedule had gone off to. 

“You have a cat?” Jungwon’s eyes light up, and you instantly pull out your phone to show him a picture. “This is Mr. Snuffles.” 

“Mr. Snuffles.” He repeats softly, smiling down at your phone as he shows you his own lockscreen. 

“Now I feel inclined to introduce Maeumi.” 

“Your Maltese puppy, right?” He watches as you dip your head down to look at his phone, grin spread out prettily as you coo quietly. 

“How’d you know?” 

“You introduced him back during first day, I think.” Jungwon looks genuinely surprised that you remember, mouth dropping before he nods his head with the same soft smile on his lips. 

“Well, since we’re heading the same way, do you wanna walk together?” 

For an answer, you grin up at him and say a brisk “sure”, matching your footsteps with his as you walk up the stairs of your school together. 

Conversation flies easy with Jungwon, almost too easy as you talk for the entirety of the short walk to your classroom. You discuss about your poorly functioning lockers, your plans for the upcoming Christmas break, and complain alike about the multitude of projects assigned to you for the first half of the school year. 

“How’s your Biology project holding up?” The instant groan that leaves your lips triggers a laugh from Jungwon. Though, he should’ve been able to predict your reaction after previously just complaining about Ms. Hwang and her 20-page paper about cell division. 

“I swear my head’s gonna explode if I read one more article about mitosis and meiosis.” 

You whine as you walk through another flight of stairs, and his laughter continues to mix with your light-hearted complaints. 

“No, same. My eyes were falling out while I was working on page 12 yesterday.” Jungwon’s hand brushes against yours as a group of students run by you, pressing his shoulder against yours and holding out an arm to make sure they don’t bump into you. 

“Well, they look like they were in a hurry.” He only chuckles before peeling himself away from you. He gives you his full attention. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” You laugh, and he smiles at the confirmation. 

“I can’t believe this is the first time we’re actually talking.” There’s disbelief in his tone as he pushes the doors to your homeroom open. “This was fun.” 

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow!”

“There’s really no need.”

The bell interrupts your conversation, and you walk to your respective seats just as your homeroom teacher slips into the classroom. 

+

You don’t meet Jungwon for another month.

After that conversation, you had both returned to the routines you had set for yourselves, and you go back to treating that day as a single anomaly in your perfectly curated schedule. Though, now you find your ears perk up at the slightest mention of his name. 

Similarly, Sunoo’s confused by his friend’s sudden interest when your name had slipped past his mouth. It was something Sunoo had said in the passing, you were simply a side character in the story he’s narrating, yet Jungwon seems to put an awful amount of attention to that part of his story.

“Are you even listening to me?” A whine leaves Sunoo’s lips.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know you were in the same club as (Name).” 

“You know her?”

“Yeah… well not really. She’s my classmate, but we aren’t close.” 

“Sounds to me like you have a crush.” He smirks, taking a bite out of his lunch before looking at Jungwon with an accusing eye. 

“I do not have a crush. I was just asking!” Defensive. Just like he always is when he’s getting caught for lying. Jungwon knows better than to hide something from Sunoo. 

“I literally just said (Name) passed me a paintbrush and you’re acting like she’s the main character of my story which, by the way, is ME.” 

“I don’t have a crush.” Jungwon grumbles. 

“Look, there she is right now.” 

Jungwon’s head whips at an impossible rate, an impressive distance over time that Isaac Newton might as well have made a fourth law of motion. His head is craned, scanning over the cafeteria in search of you before a pin drops in his head and he turns back in shame at having been fooled by Kim Sunoo of all people. 

Sunoo laughs, and Jungwon drops his head on the cafeteria table in embarrassment. “Wipe that stupid smile off your face.” 

Though, despite Jungwon’s sudden interest, it still takes almost thirty days after your chance encounter for you to meet again at the same convenience store. It was another day to grab a small breakfast from the quaint store, and it looks like you had the same idea when the bell rings and Jungwon spots you already in line. 

“Do you mind if I could wait in line with you? It’s getting pretty long.” 

Your head turns at the sudden voice. Soft tones as always. 

“Jungwon, hi! Sure.” You allow him to stand with you in line, and he curiously peeks down at the meal in your hands. The same lunch bowl from a month ago. “Don’t you eat lunch in the classroom? Did Mr. Snuffles do something again?”

“You can say that.” You chuckle. It’s endearing that he remembers. 

And just like a month ago, you walk to class together. He waits for you by the door, only resuming his walk when you’ve caught up to him. “So the Biology paper?” 

His eyes flicker to you when you laugh.

“Almost done, finally.” 

“So, your head didn’t explode?”

“Thankfully not. I think I have Mr. Snuffles to thank for that. He enjoys just putting a paw on my hand as I work, though he is quite distracting. We even got him this little laptop toy so he’d stop stepping on mine.” 

Jungwon smiles. “I’ve read about that somewhere, how cats imitate what you do or somewhere along those lines.”

“Does Maeumi do anything silly like that?”

“Well, it might’ve actually been my fault.” He holds onto the paper bag with your meals, fiddling with the paper. “I thought it would be cool to teach him to get the newspaper by walking her to the door and giving her a treat when she’d carry it back. Long story short, one morning, I found every paper from the street.” 

You shake when you laugh, it’s something Jungwon has noticed. It’s breathy and full as you picture it in your head, and Jungwon brightens up at being able to make you laugh.

That morning, you learn of Jungwon’s own routine, just like you. Every morning, he walks to school and accompanies some kids from his neighborhood, dropping them off at the preschool before heading to school. It’s why he doesn’t have time to eat breakfast at home. He plays with Maeumi a little bit too, running around with her in the sun despite having just woken up. At school, he sits at the front and minds his own business, and he eats at the cafeteria to accompany his friends. It’s the only free time they share together.

It’s nice talking to him. You think it might be the first time in a while that you’re talking to someone outside your small circle, and it’s a little refreshing to be offered a fresh sight of the world around you. He thinks differently, the type of person that has something to offer for your personal growth, the type that casts a life-long impression.

So, as you near your classroom, your shoulders drop at having to say goodbye to him again.

You think it’ll take another thirty days to talk to him, but it turns out, as insane as Ms. Hwang is, you might owe a bit to her for pairing you and Jungwon up to do an errand for her. It’s something about the coming Science Camp your school holds, and the need to get signatures from a few teachers. You don’t know why she’s letting two high school students do her job for her, but you comply because you have no choice. 

“The school always plans disastrous events. I remember our Freshman day, when they let us play those games, that was a whole thing in itself.” You mumble, holding onto the piece of paper and scanning over the list of faculty offices you have to visit. So far, you’ve successfully gotten five signatures out of twelve.

“I remember that! I played in the balloon game, and I was partnered up with a girl. My friends did not stop teasing me for weeks.” 

“Wait, I played in the balloon game too.” You look up at him, eyes bright as you recall the memory.

“Don’t tell me.” 

“Were you wearing a black shirt?”

“I was! What the hell!” He pulls out his phone to look for a photo of that day, scrolling through his phone before shoving the screen to your face. “That’s me!” 

“Oh my god.” 

You lock your eyes to his, and the two of you fall in shared laughter at the chances. You would’ve guessed the possibility falls at less than 1% considering the amount of freshmen students at the time, and the thought that Jungwon had been tied to you by some invisible string on that day is something so enchanting. 

As if, since that day, you’d been tied together and were slowly inching closer and closer until this very moment years later. 

“I can’t believe it was you! My friends couldn’t let me catch a break when I caught you before you could fall face flat.” 

“Look, I’m not the most coordinated person. You put me in a game where people are out to pop the balloon tied around my ankle and you’re basically asking me to fall over my own feet.” 

“But we won, didn’t we? Wasn’t I a good protector?”

“You were alright.” You tease, and he gasps dramatically in response.

“Go ask for the rest of the signatures by yourself.”

“I was kidding! I was kidding! You were the greatest protector of them all, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.” Jungwon smirks, though, he feels like he’s about to melt in a puddle. 

“That’s better.”

The rest of the time gathering signatures are spent in conversation and laughter. Jungwon would’ve hated staying behind to do more work, would’ve complained about it in the group chat with his friends, but he finds himself enjoying it because he’s with you. It would’ve been hell if it wasn’t with you. 

“I can’t believe we’ve talked more this past month than the last couple years.” You hold onto the straps of your backpack as you leave school together. The sun is starting to set, and the impatient moon peeks from afar. 

Jungwon is almost open-mouthed when the sun hits your face like that. When you look back at him because he’s suddenly falling behind, eyebrow lifted with a smile on your face. He’s sure you know your hypnotizing effect, and you still have the nerve to act oblivious about it. 

He takes a step closer. 

“Do you maybe wanna grab a bite? It’s getting late, and I’m a little hungry.” His words come out hitched, and he’s punching himself over the very obvious nervousness in his voice–as if the way he looks at you isn’t obvious enough to how he feels.

“I’d like that.”

A few months later, Jungwon would ask you to be his and Mr. Snuffles would get all the treats he could possibly want for altering the course of your routine and allowing you to bump into Jungwon. 

+ 

“Babe, you seriously need to stop leaving your wallet. I’m starting to think this is all a ploy so I’ll keep paying for your meals.”

“Sorry.” You smile sheepishly. 

“I was kidding. I may have lost a couple won, but I got you out of it.”

“Are you telling me I’m worth just a couple won?”

“What? No, wait! That’s not what I meant!”

[satoruni]

☆ the babysitter ☆ dilf!toji f. x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, rough sex, unprotected sex, mating press, daddy kink, breeding kink

you had just come back to visit home after you completed one semester of college. college was expensive, especially with the tuition costs, accommodation charges, groceries, etc. also you did not like to burden your parents with your expenses so you sought out for a job in the holidays.

your father recommended a babysitting job for one of his acquaintances, someone named fushiguro. you jump at the opportunity since you had a great time bonding with kids. you shyly wait outside the door after ringing the doorbell once. the one who opens the door had an irritated look on his face and seemed to be sleep deprived. you could also hear the wailing of a baby in the background. much to your embarrassment, you found yourself blushing at the tall and muscular physique of the older man. your father did not mention that he was so handsome.

"what?" he said with a voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"oh-um, mr fushiguro, i just came to enquire about the babysitting job" you squeaked out, feeling intimidated by the scary man.

toji had welcomed you in after this and you met his son, baby megumi who had promptly stopped crying when he was placed in your gentle arms. you were relieved inside, happy to know that the baby had bonded with you so quick.

toji had felt grateful for everything you did, truly. you were a sweet girl who looked after megumi well like he was your own and had even no problems staying in when his work ran late. you had always greeted him home with that adorable smile of yours, balancing megumi on your hip.

he wished he was ashamed to say this because he really wasn't, but he wanted you. you were so sweet, pliant and caring. you were someone he wanted for himself. coming home after every gruelling day of work to see your illuminating smile and holding his son was his dream. megumi also loved you, seeing you as his mother.

toji's desires got the best of him one day when he cornered you in the living room after you put down megumi for sleep. you fidgeted shyly under his intense gaze, making him even more aroused at your blushing face.

he then crashed his lips onto your warm and plump ones, causing you to moan. he shoved his tongue in your mouth and picked you up easily. you had started to squeak in embarrassment at getting picked up and taken to his room where you were thrown on the bed, unceremoniously.

the rest was a blur when he stripped you and him until you both were naked. you blushed at his scarred chest and toned and lean body. toji looked at your gorgeous body in awe while spreading your legs, revealing your pretty pussy to him while you whimpered shyly. from then, toji lost all composure.

he had you with your legs in the air, while thrusting into your mercilessly. you cry and sob in a sinful mixture of pleasure and pain, as he pounds deep into you, hitting all your sweet spots. toji had one rough hand gripped tightly to your waist, holding you down to your bed to prevent your body from jolting from every harsh thrust.

toji had an immense sexual appetite, already built up from not having sex for so long and he was so experienced too, making you stutter and blabber like a fool. you held onto his muscular arms for dear life while he had his fill.

"d-daddy, its too much!" you hiccup out, trying to adjust to his large size and animalistic pace. toji seemed to like you calling him daddy a lot, as indicated by him going even more deeper and faster into you.

"you can take it" he hissed in your ear, squeezing your tits. he kisses your swollen lips, snuffling the cry that threatened to come. "my good girl" he whispered, making your heart skip a beat at the praise. you felt in come in you, most of it leaking out your quivering pussy.

toji didn't like to see you waste his cum like that, giving you a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, making you squeal. he fucks his cum back into your pussy, making sure it went in deep.

"i'm gonna put a baby in you" he says to you, every syllable make your belly feel warm. "you'd look so beautiful with my kid in your belly"

"daddy!" you squealed, feeling embarrassed and strangely aroused, already imagining yourself as his young, pretty wife.

your arrangement after this slightly changed. after feeding megumi and putting him to bed, toji would come home from work. you would be sitting on his large bed, sitting obediently and naked.

toji would take out all his frustrations from work out on your body and you would be lying under him, pliantly and happy to ease his worries. he would fuck you without abandon every night with would result in you leaving his house with a blissed-out smile. your parents were none the wiser, and were oblivious to the new bruises and hickeys on your body whenever you returned from the fushiguros.

[dizbunny]

THE ESCAPE! Part 1 because photo limit sorry for the poor quality

Trigger warning for some “this is a simulation, wake-up form the matrix” talk.

we aren’t don’t worry

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Sirius Black was the best adult in Harry's life and I'm forever salty that we didn't get to see more of him

So, I love Sirius Black. He's a complex and interesting character that I love dearly. He's handsome, smart, brave, not as reckless as some fanon make him out to be, and above all else, he tried his best to be a good godfather to Harry.

I truly believe Sirius could've been an amazing father figure (more than he already was) to Harry if given the proper chance. And he's a much better parent to Harry than Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Here are some quotes along with my ramblings to prove it.

So, what I'm going to cover here are some quotes from Sirius and Harry that show their dynamic and how much Sirius cared and tried to be there for Harry. Also, I think Molyl and Hermione are wrong about Sirius seeing Harry as a James replacement.

“He came back to the country just because my scar twinged. He’ll probably come bursting right into the castle if I tell him someone’s entered me in the Triwizard Tournament —”

(GoF, page 290)

Harry wrote to Sirius at the beginning of GoF about his dream with Voldemort and his scar's reaction to it. Sirius left everything immediately to return to Britain — a place where he is hunted down and is a wanted man. All because he wants to be close to Harry, so he can spring up to protect him if the need arises.

Harry is correct in his assessment here.

“Poor old Snuffles,” said Ron, breathing deeply. “He must really like you, Harry. . . . Imagine having to live off rats.”

(GoF, page 534)

Ron is absolutely right. Sirius loves Harry more than pretty much anything. He would and does go incredibly far for Harry. I don't think Molly and Hermione are right about how Sirius sees Harry as James. He just doesn't.

He doesn't treat Harry as an equal to him, but as someone he needs to protect. Someone he is responsible to protect.

He stays around Hogwarts, eating rats in GoF so he can better protect Harry. He wouldn't have done the same with James because he treated James as an equal, not as someone he needed to protect.

“It’s not my fault you haven’t been told what the Order’s doing,” said Sirius calmly. “That’s your parents’ decision. Harry, on the other hand —” “It’s not down to you to decide what’s good for Harry!” said Mrs. Weasley sharply. Her normally kindly face looked dangerous. “You haven’t forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?” “Which bit?” Sirius asked politely, but with an air as though readying himself for a fight. “The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know,” said Mrs. Weasley, placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words. Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George’s heads turned from Sirius to Mrs. Weasley as though following a tennis rally. Ginny was kneeling amid a pile of abandoned butterbeer corks, watching the conversation with her mouth slightly open. Lupin’s eyes were fixed on Sirius. “I don’t intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly,” said Sirius. “But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back” (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name), “he has more right than most to —” “He’s not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!” said Mrs. Weasley. “He’s only fifteen and —” “— and he’s dealt with as much as most in the Order,” said Sirius, “and more than some —” “No one’s denying what he’s done!” said Mrs. Weasley, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. “But he’s still —” “He’s not a child!” said Sirius impatiently. “He’s not an adult either!” said Mrs. Weasley, the color rising in her cheeks. “He’s not James, Sirius!” “I’m perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,” said Sirius coldly. “I’m not sure you are!” said Mrs. Weasley. “Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it’s as though you think you’ve got your best friend back!” “What’s wrong with that?” said Harry. “What’s wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!” said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. “You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!” “Meaning I’m an irresponsible godfather?” demanded Sirius, his voice rising. “Meaning you’ve been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and —” “We’ll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!” said Sirius loudly.

(OotP, page 88-89)

This above quote is a long one, but I love it. I mean, this shows a big contrast between Sirius' approach to parenting and Molly's. Sirius, while not seeing Harry as his equal, does see Harry as a capable wizard who deserves to know the full picture. Sirius knows Harry would be in more danger when ignorant and wants him as safe as possible. He thinks Harry deserves to know things that pertain to him, and I have to agree with him here. Keeping Harry in the dark is what eventually cost Sirius his life.

Molly, on the other hand, is intent on keeping Harry, Hermione, and her kids ignorant. She has the same intention as Sirius: to keep them safe. But she tries to keep them safe emotionally, even when this ignorance can and does place them in physical harm's way.

And Sirius is right. Harry is capable. And a 15-year-old shouldn't be treated the same as an 11-year-old child. And let's be real, Harry was never a regular child with how he grew up, and I think Sirius sees his maturity and treats him accordingly. Sirius actually gave Harry advice to not approach danger in GOF and Harry listened to him because Sirius treated him with respect, which works best with Harry who never really had parental figures.

“I don’t know,” said Sirius slowly, “I just don’t know . . . Karkaroff doesn’t strike me as the type who’d go back to Voldemort unless he knew Voldemort was powerful enough to protect him. But whoever put your name in that goblet did it for a reason, and I can’t help thinking the tournament would be a very good way to attack you and make it look like an accident.”

(GoF, page 334)

This is an expert from the Fireplace conversation Haryr had with Sirius before the first task. Sirius shares his theories with Harry because he needs him to know who to watch out for. Because everything he does is to keep Harry safe. And this is the same approach Sirius wishes he could take with Harry in OOTP. Because he knows it works. Keeping Harry informed means that if he does put himself in danger, at least he would inform Sirius about it; Which would allow Sirius to protect him.

I'm not copying all of them, but Sirius' letters to Harry throughout GOF are so caring and sweet. Harry deserved to have more of his godfather in his life:

Nice try, Harry. I'm back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts. Don't use Hedwig, keep changing owls, and don't worry about me, just watch out for yourself. Don't forget what I said about your scar. Sirius

(Gof, page 240)

This treatment encourages Harry to actually share everything with him and ask him for advice. Something he doesn't do with Dumbledore ever. (Harry actually doesn't like or trust Dumbledore all that much until book 6, it's usually Hermione who trusts Dumbledore fully)

“Sirius — how’re you doing?” ... “Never mind me, how are you?” said Sirius seriously.

(GoF, page 331)

Sirius again, shows his responsibility towards Harry's well-being over his own (both here and in the above letter).

Sirius is the only adult who actually talks to Harry about the Dursleys with sympathy:

“But if they do expel me,” said Harry, quietly, “can I come back here and live with you?” Sirius smiled sadly. “We’ll see.” “I’d feel a lot better about the hearing if I knew I didn’t have to go back to the Dursleys,” Harry pressed him. “They must be bad if you prefer this place,” said Sirius gloomily.

(OotP, page 116)

We know Sirius would love nothing more than for Harry to stay with him. He's lonely and bored at Grimmauld and would love to have Harry there. But at the same time, he doesn't want Harry expelled from Hogwarts and is trying not to be hopeful for it.

Sirius understands the Dursleys are awful, he just know the full scope, but it's more of a reaction than we get from most adults in this series. To me, it looks like Sirius is annoyed by how limited he is in helping Harry. He can't really do much about the Dursleys or their status as Harry's guardians.

“So you want me to say I’m not going to take part in the defense group?” he muttered finally. “Me? Certainly not!” said Sirius, looking surprised. “I think it’s an excellent idea!” “You do?” said Harry, his heart lifting. “Of course I do!” said Sirius. “D’you think your father and I would’ve lain down and taken orders from an old hag like Umbridge?” “But — last term all you did was tell me to be careful and not take risks —” “Last year all the evidence was that someone inside Hogwarts was trying to kill you, Harry!” said Sirius impatiently. “This year we know that there’s someone outside Hogwarts who’d like to kill us all, so I think learning to defend yourselves properly is a very good idea!” “And if we do get expelled?” Hermione asked, a quizzical look on her face. “Hermione, this whole thing was your idea!” said Harry, staring at her. “I know it was. . . . I just wondered what Sirius thought,” she said, shrugging. “Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue,” said Sirius.

(OotP, page 371)

I love this scene as well. Sirius cares for Harry's safety first and foremost. Harry being safe is his top priority at every given point. And he's reasonable and logical and treats Harry like someone to protect, not like a friend.

Like, Harry when he has a problem and needs advice throughout books 4 and 5, he calls Sirius. He's Harry's go-to parental figure for advice, and Sirius takes his rule seriously. He gives the advice he honestly thinks is best and ensures Harry's safety and continued survival to the best of his ability.

“It matters because we don’t want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!” said Sirius angrily. “Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?” Fred and George looked as though they could not care less what the Ministry made of anything. Ron was still white-faced and silent. Ginny said, “Somebody else could have told us. . . . We could have heard it somewhere other than Harry. . . .”

(OotP, pages 476-477)

Again, Harry's safety is Sirius' first priority above everyone else. Harry's happiness and privacy also take precedence over most other things. He doesn't want Harry under even more scrutiny from the ministry and the Wizarding World and protecting him from that is just as important to him.

To me, it feels like people who say he treats Harry like a James replacement didn't read the books....

“It must have been the aftermath of the vision, that’s all,” said Sirius. “You were still thinking of the dream or whatever it was and —” “It wasn’t that,” said Harry, shaking his head. “It was like something rose up inside me, like there’s a snake inside me —” “You need to sleep,” said Sirius firmly. “You’re going to have breakfast and then go upstairs to bed, and then you can go and see Arthur after lunch with the others. You’re in shock, Harry; you’re blaming yourself for something you only witnessed, and it’s lucky you did witness it or Arthur might have died. Just stop worrying. . . .” He clapped Harry on the shoulder and left the pantry, leaving Harry standing alone in the dark.

(OotP, pages 480-481)

And I love this too. How he tries to comfort Harry and make everything easier for him. When the rest of the Order were gossiping about how dangerous his connection to Voldemort is, Sirius is honestly trying to get Harry to worry about it less.

He might be lying here, but he is right about sending Harry to sleep after a sleepless night like they had. And he is right about Harry being in shock and needing the rest. I just, really like how much Sirius cares. Harry just doesn't have other adults in his life who care for him like Sirius does.

But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. . . . Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. . . . If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back. . . . That he really was . . .

(OotP, page 808)

This. Scene. Just kills me.

Like, Harry understands how much Sirius cares about him, and how Sirius always puts him first. He knows the only way Sirius won't drop everything to come and when Harry calls for him is if he can't.

Because Sirius escaped Azkaban when he realized Harry might be in danger from Peter, not for his own safety, but for Harry’s. Sirius dropped everything and moved to live in a cave and eat rats when Harry's scar hurt. He stuck around Hogwarts and Hogsmead during the Triwizard Tournament, when it was crawling with ministry officials because Harry might need him. He was willing to do so much for Harry. And Harry knew this.

I think, given time, they could've had an amazing dynamic, and I wish we had more of Sirius and his care for Harry. That we saw more of his approach to parenting Harry.

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Y/N: Come on, you need to go to bed.

Eri: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die!

Y/N: …

Y/N: What the heck, Mr. Snuffles—

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ღPervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring @flurrys-creativity writing San @potatomountain writing Hongjoong @mingsolo writing Mingi @daddyfordaeddy writing Wooyoung @bunnliix writing Seonghwa, @skteezcursed writing Yunho and @desirehorizon writing Yeosang

ღPairings: Cane Corso Hybrid! Jongho x Reader (f) 

ღGenre: smut

ღAu: hybrid au, pervert au

ღTrope: established relationship

ღWord Count: 1,838

ღRating: 18+, MINORS DNI

ღSynopsis: you catch your boyfriend doing perverted hybrid activities and there’s only one way to deal with it

ღWarnings: dom! Reader, sub! Jongho, nicknames: Master (reader) & Pup (Jongho), perverted! Jongho, smelling underwear, using a stuffie as a fleshlight, spanking (m), degradation, slight manipulation on Jongho’s end but reader goes along with it willing, aftercare

“I’m gonna take a shower!” You called out to your hybrid boyfriend.

Jongho, a Cane Corso breed, curiously meandered into your shared bedroom. You had already gathered your towel and robe and placed it in the bathroom. You began to disrobe in your walk-in closet when he found you. 

“Can I join?” Jongho asked, a confident smile saying he expected you to answer yes. His tail thwapped against his pant leg in excitement.

“No,” you replied simply. “I just want a quick wash.”

Jongho’s ears drooped and he frowned cutely at you. “No? But I want to join.”

You finish disrobing and putting your dirty clothes in your hamper. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “I said no,” you said firmly, using your forefinger to stress your point. 

Jongho dejectedly followed you to the en-suite bathroom. “Please?” He whined. “I missed you all day!”

You placed a hand on Jongho’s chest to stop him from following you any further. Your other hand fondly rubbed his ear between your fingers. Jongho’s eyes close in happiness at the gesture. “I love you, Jongho, but I need just a few minutes alone.”

Jongho opened one eye balefully. “How many minutes?”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I’m just showering. Get your head out of the gutter.”

“Fine,” Jongho muttered and moved back into your bedroom.

The last thing you saw before you closed the bathroom door was Jongho’s ear satelliting towards your walk-in closet and his nose snuffling. 

You came out of your bathroom in your robe and sighed in annoyance. Although the view of Jongho's plump ass greeted you, his thick thighs spread slightly, butt cheeks clenching every so often, his activity meant that you had some work to do. Your fully naked boyfriend was humping the stuffed bunny that usually remained on your shelf, a gift from Jongho early on in your relationship. 

As you rounded the bed, preparing to interrupt Jongho, you noticed the flash of black as Jongho pulled back his hips to thrust again against the poor bunny rabbit stuffie. That fucker had fished into your hamper and pulled out your used underwear to fuck. The black satin was currently wrapped around his dick. 

“You little pervert!” You said in a condescending tone.

Jongho visibly flinched. “I can explain.”

“Explain why my panties are around your dick, and you're humping Mr.Bunnykins?” 

Jongho shrunk in on himself, a big dog trying to make himself look smaller. “He smells like you!”

“I bet you liked smearing your dirty, sticky seed all over his soft fur, didn't you?” You cooed mockingly.

You put a hand then a knee up and started crawling across the bed. 

Jongho’s face was red and his eyes wouldn't meet your gaze. "You don't understand.”

“Help me understand, pup,” You purred.

Jongho’s eyes snapped upwards, tears at the corners. His ears moved back and forth, as he whined in the back of his throat. “It felt so good!”

“What felt good, Jongho?” You continued to coo mockingly. “The part where you fucked poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy? Or the part when you smelled my underwear because don't think I don't know.”

Jongho’s lower lip began to jut and wobble. “I wanted it to be you.”

You put one hand on his thigh. It flexed when your nails dug in lightly to his skin there. “Why didn't you wait, pup?”

“Because I waited all day already!” Jongho insisted.

Jongho had been banned from jerking off a few weeks ago due to the fact that he didn’t leave anything for you when you were feeling in the mood. “And what happens when bad puppies break the rules, Jongho?” You whispered.

“Bad puppies get spanked,” Jongho whispered back.

His entire demeanor changed. His eyes were alight with mischief. The little actor really knew how to play up his face. Jongho knew exactly what he wanted. In fact, he probably got off at the thought of you catching him doing his little taboo moment. 

You leaned in and playfully bit his nose and then moved back to the edge of the bed. Your legs provided a perfect bench for Jongho to lean over on. The hybrid did exactly that, broad shoulders sliding over to one side while his ass jiggled on the other. 

“How many do you think you've earned, pup?” You demanded.

“I didn't come,” Jongho insisted. “I'm not that bad of a puppy.”

You sighed. “Five then. Count them out.”

Your palm smoothed over Jongho’s bare ass cheek and then you suddenly slapped it.

“Fuck! One!” Jongho said between pain-clenched teeth.

“Two! Oh god.”

“Threeeeeeeee. Yeaaaaaaah.”

You could feel Jongho’s cock rubbing against your thigh as your robe moved out of the way, and his cock was dripping. “Do you like when your master spanks you, pup?”

“Feels so good,” Jongho slurred.

“Color?” You snapped.

“Everything is green right now,” Jongho replied. 

You slapped him on the opposite cheek and Jongho moaned as his dick slid against your soft legs. “Fooourrr. I'm such a bad puppy.”

“You're a perverted little--” You gasped in shock when you saw the flash of black against Jongho’s face. “Are you sniffing my underwear still?!”

“No.” The little shit lied, rutting his hips forward.

You gripped his hair harshly and yanked his head back. “You keep those hips still or I will put a cock ring on you, so help me.”

“Master,” Jongho whined. His Adam's apple bobbed beautifully with his strained neck. “I'm such a bad puppy. I should get more than five spanks.”

“No,” You spat. “You're getting off on it.”

You spanked him for the final time and then pushed him off your lap.

Jongho fell to the floor and rolled. His cock was angrily standing at attention and it was smeared with his precum. “Five,” He said with a gummy smile.

“What do we say, pup?”

“Thank you, Master.” Jongho licked his lips and blinked slowly.

“What are we going to do with you?” You demanded, shoulders heaving with the physical exertion and your anger co-mingled.

“Jerk me off until I whine with overstimulation and even then take me through as many orgasms as you can milk out of me since that's all I seem to care about: getting off.” Jongho put it so succinctly that you had nothing to add.  

“What am I going to do with you when all your punishments seem to be rewards for you?” You sighed instead.

Jongho stood up, perhaps sensing that what he wanted was slowly sifting through his hands like trying to grasp at sand. “If you leave me alone, I’ll just finish on poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy. You wouldn’t subject him to that fate, would you?”

“Fine,” You said coolly. You stood up and adjusted your robe. “Finish yourself on the stuffie like the pervert you are, Jongho.”

Jongho huffed sadly. “No, I want you.”

You pointed a finger at Mr. Bunnykins. “The stuffed animal can be run through the washer and dryer, pup. You, apparently, need to be taught a lesson.”

Jongho frowned and pouted heavily. “But I wanted you!” He wailed.

“Yes, well, you could have had me, all nice and clean smelling, if you had bothered to be patient, pup,” You scolded him. 

“Master!”

You hooked a finger under Jongho’s collar, the only piece of clothing he still had on, and jerked him close to you. “You fuck that stuffed animal right now, or so help me, I will put that cock ring on you, jerk you off through all that overstimulation, and you won’t be able to cum. It’ll be ten times worse, Jongho, believe you me.”

Jongho shuffled back to the bed, sending glances every now and then back at you, as if he was hoping that you would stop him. “Are you going to watch me?”

“I am,” You declared. “And Jongho? Give me my underwear right now.”

Jongho handed you your underwear. “You’re no fun.”

You retained a bored expression as your hybrid boyfriend humped the stuffed animal he had once given to you after your first one hundred days together. It was important that you did not show that what you were ‘observing’ didn’t turn you on at all, or that it was a chore. Because if Jongho got even a whiff of you enjoying it, he’d do it again.

Jongho thrusted against Mr. Bunnykins’ stomach in an attempt to get some friction but it was proving harder without your underwear. He whined, using one hand to hold up his body and the other to keep the stuffie in place. 

“What’s wrong, pup?” You said condescendingly. “Can’t get off now that you’ve got an audience, you little pervert?”

“It’s hard!’ Jongho panted.

You watched as his foreskin moved up and down his head, as he aggressively fucked the stuffed rabbit. His ass cheeks were still red from his spanking. He was a vision with his huge, muscled body, fucking the fragile and soft stuffed animal. It was most definitely doing things for you.

“Come on, Jongho. Can’t get your big dumb cock to squirt on demand? That’s too bad you can’t perform. I was going to cuddle you and everything afterwards,” You sighed dramatically.

“Stupid Bunnykins,” Jongho growled suddenly, as if the stuffed rabbit was enemy number one. 

A sudden loud rip had you realizing that Jongho had ripped a hole in Mr. Bunnykins stomach and then thrusted his cock inside the stuffie.

“Choi Jongho!” You admonished him. “Are you serious?!”

“I’m such a bad pup,” Jongho murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fucking Mr.Bunnykins instead of my Master.”

“Are you going to get off inside a stuffie?” Your voice cracked through Jongho’s lust-haze and then he was done for. Your boyfriend cried out, fists tight, as he thrusted inside Mr.Bunnykins and finished finally.

“You’re such a perverted boy,” You tsked out loud.

Jongho smiled lazily, lying on his back now, the discarded stuffed rabbit oozing cum from its stomach. “I get cuddles now, right?”

“After I clean you up,” You mused. You needed to do something nice for Jongho after coming down from your domming.

“Please be gentle with me,” Jongho begged. 

You wet a soft washcloth and came back to the bedroom. “I wouldn’t have to be gentle if you weren’t such a goddamn brat, Jongho,” You mused.

Jongho watched with heavy-lidded eyes as you cleaned him up. You swiped along his pelvis and then carefully pulled back his foreskin to clean his head. Jongho was good for you, staying still, already satisfied and not greedy to push the envelope. 

Once you discarded the washcloth, you cuddled up to Jongho on the bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. “This was all that I wanted when I came home.”

Jongho leaned over to give you a loud, smacking kiss on the crown of your head. “Next time, I want to do that scene though.”

You laughed under your breath. “You’re such a bad pup.”