#pretty kitties need their playtime

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade's freaky kitty is flourishing

[connorsui]

Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine

"A sticker crown!"

The house was quiet, a warmth settling into every corner as you opened the front door and slipped off your shoes. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the windows, giving the entire place a serene feel. There was no immediate sound of movement downstairs, but something more faint came from upstairs—a soft giggle, the high-pitched sound unmistakable.

"Sylus? ...Are you up there?" you called out, the smile already pulling at your lips.

No answer—just more giggling.

Curious, you made your way up the stairs, your steps slow and deliberate as you approached the source of the sound. The door to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, the scene that greeted you filled you with pure amusement. Toys were scattered all around the room, dolls and baby pink teddy bears seated around a small tea table with plastic cups clinking on the surface. But the real sight was in the center of the chaos.

There was Sylus, your formidable, commanding husband, lying flat on the floor with his hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No, no, Daddy! Stay put! You not pretty yet!" your daughter scolded in the sweetest little voice, her small hands busy rummaging through a pile of stickers.

"I'm as still as I can be, sweetie," Sylus murmured, barely moving a muscle. "I'm not going anywhere."

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble up as you stepped further into the room, but the moment was short-lived as your daughter spotted you. Her eyes lit up in pure delight, and she gasped as if you’d appeared from nowhere.

"Mummy!, Mummy! Look! Look how pretty Daddy is now!" She scrambled up from her spot, her tiny hand reaching for yours as she dragged you closer to the spectacle. "Daddy won’t scare anymore! People will like Daddy now!"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter when you got a proper look at Sylus. His face, once an intimidating picture of authority and dominance, was now decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and glittering stars. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

“Well, don’t you look handsome as ever?” you teased, standing over him with an affectionate grin.

Sylus cracked an eye open and smirked. "And how can I resist? My own princess demands I become a statue for her enjoyment."

“You are fulfilling your role quite beautifully," you said, trying to peel one of the stickers off his cheek, only for your daughter to intervene, placing her tiny hand on yours with the fiercest pout she could manage.

“No, Mummy! Daddy needs to be pretty!”

You and Sylus exchanged a glance, amused as ever, while your daughter grabbed a fresh set of stickers, picking the sparkliest one of the bunch. With a proud smile, she pressed a glittery star right onto Sylus’ nose.

"Yaaay!"

Before you could respond, Sylus' smirk widened. "Princess, why don’t you add some of your beauty onto Mommy? Make her feel just as pretty as me."

Your daughter, to both your surprise, frowned and shook her head, her little hands resting on her hips. "No! Mommy is already pretty. Mommy doesn’t need stickers, she’s not mean! Mommy is nice so Mommy doesn’t need to be pretty!"

With that final declaration, she slapped another heart-shaped sticker onto Sylus' forehead, sealing his fate.

That was the last straw—you couldn't hold back anymore, laughter bursting from your lips. "Oh my God," you gasped, wiping at the corner of your eye.

Sylus, however, rolled his eyes dramatically. "Help me here…for once, I'll be the one begging."

“Oh, isn’t that a rarity coming from you?” You knelt beside him, gently peeling off the stickers from his face, one by one.

Meanwhile, your daughter looked on, fidgeting with her toys before tugging on your arm. "Mummy… is it bedtime now?"

You glanced outside, the fading light of the day casting soft shadows across the room. "Yes, sweetie. It’s bedtime. As much as you love playtime, it’s time to rest for now."

"The moon is out?" she asked, tilting her head.

You nodded, peeling the last of the glitter from Sylus' face and then guiding your daughter to her bed. Tucking her in with care, you kissed her forehead. "Yes, the moon is out. But when the sun comes back, you can play more."

She smiled sleepily, already closing her eyes. "Okay… Night, Mummy."

You and Sylus quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind you. As you walked back down the stairs together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “How long has she been doing that to you?” you asked, barely containing your amusement.

Sylus sighed dramatically. “Ever since you left. She said I look too angry and I have to be ‘kind’ more often. She believed her toys and her drawings would do me great favors.”

You chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Well… she’s not wrong. You did look far better than all the years we’ve been together in that moment.”

“Oh really? Is that what I needed to love you?” Sylus arched a brow, his teasing tone back in full force.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, stifling another laugh.

Sylus shook his head, a laugh of his own escaping. “Please... save me next time.”

You grinned, leaning into him. "Sylus, don't be mean."

[sourpatchys]

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Girl dad!Logan, absolutely pissing his pants at the thought of being an actual father and not just a friendly face to a few kids who need a role model

Girl dad!Logan, who legitimately cries the first time you get an ultrasound, having no idea if it’s from nerves or just being completely overwhelmed

Girl dad!Logan, who’s 10x grumpier than you are throughout your entire pregnancy from being on high alert to any potential dangers

Girl dad!Logan, who can hear your daughters heart beat whenever he puts his ear on your stomach because of his heightened senses

Girl dad!Logan, who’s developed nesting habits to keep you comfortable; wanting you to have a completely stress free pregnancy

Girl dad!Logan, who secretly reads parenting and baby books because he’s too embarrassed to ask for advice

Girl dad!Logan, being weirdly protective and gentle, borderline refusing to hold your baby girl for the first few weeks of her life because he’s afraid of hurting her somehow

Girl dad!Logan, who, once he gets comfortable enough to hold his little ray of sunshine, pretty much refuses to put her down for even a second

Girl dad!Logan, wearing a silly tiara— that’s way too small— to important, very serious, meetings with Charles

Girl dad!Logan, who keeps a folded up drawing, his daughter made of him, in his pants pocket wherever he goes

Girl dad!Logan, somehow becoming the, uncontested, master at getting your daughter to eat her vegetables

Girl dad!Logan, hooking up a sissy bar to his bike so his daughter can ride around with him without being scared

Girl dad!Logan, never being too proud to play dress up and always finishing the storyline of any playtime no matter how long it’s been

Girl dad!Logan, taking the time to understand any of his child’s fears, never forcefully pushing her outside of her comfort zone unless she feels brave enough to do it herself

Girl dad!Logan, who proudly displays a hello kitty sticker on his leather jacket

Girl dad!Logan, who will absolutely fight a 5 year old if necessary

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Ellie x Reader - part of the series where Loser Ellie lives in your apartment complex. I’m a cat mom, and for the sake of plot you are too. (Some sfw some nsfw, Ellie creeping through your things, masturbation)

You’re going out of town to see family, and you need someone to take care of your cats. Ellie just so happened to have no (aka canceled) plans, so she was more than willing to help you out.

Ellie’s hands were clammy as she knocked on your apartment door. She had never been inside before or even had a glimpse. A shadow crossed the peephole and you opened the door with a smile. She almost missed your “hello” as her gaze flickered between your eyes and breasts. “Uh-huh, mhm… wha? Yeah, sorry hi, I’m here for the cats.”

Unphased, you invited her inside. The layout of your apartment was identical to Ellie’s but she thought you had taken to decorating it more seriously than she had. It was softly lit and overrun with pillows and blankets. The floor was a minefield of cat toys in all colors, shapes, and sizes. It felt like home to Ellie. You don’t know it yet, but Ellie was already thinking about where she could fit her own things among yours.

“You can go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’ll find the kitties so you can meet them,” you announced before disappearing into your bedroom at the end of the hall. While she waited, Ellie perused the picture frames on the walls. Your smiling face was pictured alongside ones Ellie couldn’t recognize. She diligently examined the images, frowning at hands on shoulders and arms wrapped around your waist. Rather than committing them to memory, Ellie hurriedly pulled out her phone to take pictures of each image. She would crop out your precious face and figure out who the hell was in the pictures with you.

You interrupted her scrolling by returning with a well-fed tuxedo cat cradled in your arms. You beamed with pride as you introduced the cat to Ellie, “this is Rosie, she’s shy but a real sweetheart when she warms up to you. Ellie and Rosie eyed each other suspiciously. “She’s doing pretty good right now though, usually she hides under the bed when we have company… here, we should have her sniff you so she can get to know you.”

“Get to know me? By smelling me?”

“Yep!” you responded enthusiastically, “kitties navigate a lot by smell. Rosie can get anxious so she just needs to make sure you’re friendly.”

“Oh it’s okay, I get anxious too.” She didn’t expect you to laugh, but you found it charming how tentative and gentle Ellie was being as she bonded with Rosie. While holding her breath in nervousness, Ellie held out her palm and Rosie extended her neck to intently smell Ellie’s hand. Expecting a bite or a scratch, you were relieved as Rosie retracted and relaxed back into your arms.

“Good job, babygirl! I’m glad she’s playing nice with you, haha!” You scratched under Rosie’s chin as a reward and a look of bliss spread across the cat’s face. However silly it was, Ellie felt jealous of the chin scratches. You gently placed the purring cat into a plush bed and turned to face Ellie. “Let me go find Kiwi, she should be around here somewhere.”

You disappeared into the bedroom once more as you called for Kiwi. Ellie heard a small “mew” and your happy exclamation of the cat’s name before you emerged with a tabby cat in tow. “This little lady is Kiwi. She doesn’t so much like being held but she’s good at coming when called. She’s snuggly when she’s tired but can be real feisty at playtime, so be careful”

Ellie squatted down to Kiwi’s level before reaching out her hand for her to sniff like you had shown her. Puffs of air hit Ellie’s long fingers and rings as she “introduced herself” to the small tabby. She tentatively reached to pat Kiwi on the head but was parried by a paw and sharp claws. "Hey, not nice!" you admonished as you pulled back. "Sorry, she's just got to warm up to you."

"Yeah, it’s okay, no problem... um, so I have to feed them and everything?" she mumbled back to you.

-

You went about showing her every detail of your morning and night routine with your "babies." Ellie felt like she should have taken notes with how many steps you were explaining, dry food, wet food, vitamins in their wet food, water bowl, water fountain, outside time in the morning, treats if they're good, outside time if they’ve been good girls all day, like how would she remember all this?

You seemed to notice the furrow in her brows and relieved her as you said "It's a lot, I know. I can send you a text with all the instructions. Here, what's your number?"

Ellie froze. You wanted her number? Ellie secretly hoped that this was all a ploy. Maybe you just wanted to get her into your apartment, be alone together in a space where you had control and could do whatever you wanted with Ellie. Her voice wavered as she relayed her phone number to you. You typed it into your phone and continued to "click clack" your nails against the screen until Ellie's phone buzzed. "Hi Ellie! it's me lol." The text made her smile, but the winky face made her pause and overanalyze 'did she mean anything by that? Winks are flirty, right?'

You wish her a casual goodbye, briefly touching her fingers as you pass her a spare key with a Hello Kitty keychain. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and Ellie is left alone in your apartment completely unsupervised.

She leans her back against the door, and lets out a long, heavy sigh. Ellie can see the door to your bedroom at the end of the hallway. It's open only slightly, enough for the cats to get in and out of it for bed. Surely since it's open you wouldn't mind her taking a peek? The cats went in and out anyways and she was supposed to look after them. The hinges creak as she nudges the door open. It's better than what she had ever dreamed of. Your bed is piled high with pillows, blankets, and stuffed toys. She couldn't help it, and Ellie jumped head first onto the bed. Nose pressed against your pillow, she took in a deep inhale. She had never been able to smell you like this, indirectly of course. She attempted to keep a respectful distance when you were around so as to not creep her out, but in this moment she was anything but respectful of your boundaries.

She continued to investigate by going through your drawers, rifling through old t-shirts and sweatpants before she found what she had been looking for. With shaking hands, Ellie clutched a g-string in front of her. How often do you wear this thing? Who had you worn it for?

Your en-suite bathroom was where Ellie found buried treasure, your panties in the laundry hamper. Ellie started to dig through it before her impatience got the best of her and she just dumped it on the floor. Clutching all the panties she could find in her hands, Ellie felt analysis paralysis at which one(s) to take with her. If she took them all, surely you would notice. She decided to stuff just one pair in her pants' pocket, a pair of baby blue panties with a little bow right at the top. She would like to think that she's seen them before when she's walked up the apartment stairs behind you. Souvenir tucked safely away, Ellie continued to explore.

After flipping through all the clothes in your closet, Ellie turned her attention to your bedside drawer. The drawer stuck a little when she attempted to open it the first time, but with a tough "yank" Ellie was able to pull it open, and break the lock from the wood. Her eyes widened and her mouth ran dry. You wouldn't notice, right? Maybe if she put it back or fixed it you wouldn't notice. Maybe she could blame the cat? More important though at this moment in time, was the drawer's contents. "Jackpot," Ellie thought as she pulled a Hitachi wand from the drawer. Holding its weight in her hand, she flicked on the switch and was taken aback by the strength of the vibrations.

She had heard the rumbling of the vibrations through the floor some nights. This is what had made you come time and time again, ignorant of Ellie fucking herself to the sound. Ellie had come with your name on her lips, hoping that you couldn't hear her even though she could hear you loud and clear through the poorly insulated walls. She continued to dig through the drawer, taking note of the sizes and variety of toys you had.

After rifling through the rest of your bedroom and bathroom, Ellie prepared for bed. Digging through your dresser, she pulled out one of your baggy t-shirts and a pair of clean panties. She slipped them on and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. She smiled and felt butterflies in her stomach as she took in how the shirt hung on her frame, imagining how it would look on you as well. It made her feel close to you and miss you just a bit less. Ellie made her way into your bedroom and under the sheets. She lived a two minute walk away, but Ellie wanted to make the most of what she had.The sheets and pillows were soft and smelled like you.. Ellie closed her eyes and imagined you were in bed with her, watching intently as she gripped the hem of your shirt and raised it above her breasts. Ellie licked her thumb and pointer finger before circling her thumb around her nipple. The teasing touch made her shiver, imagining you working her up before getting to the good part. She gave her nipple a hard pinch in contrast to her gentleness before. Ellie’s impatience was getting to her. Her gaze wandered to the bedside drawer she had just explored. She retrieved the Hitachi wand from the drawer and placed it beside herself on the bed. After much contemplation, Ellie clicked on the power button. It shook in her hand, surprisingly loudly when it wasn’t rumbling through the walls.

Ellie grazed the vibrating head against the tip of her nipple, flinching back and crying out an “AH” in response. ‘Okay that was weird but not in a bad way,’ Ellie thought to herself. Her other hand stroked down her stomach to palm her pussy dressed in your panties. The gusset was soaked, and Ellie smeared the slick across the fabric with a pleasured sigh. Wet cotton clung to her folds and her clit, which she circled through the fabric with two fingers. The friction felt different through the fabric, but Ellie refused to take your panties off. This was the closest she had ever felt to you, and she would make the most of the opportunity. Impatience and intense need filled Ellie as she roughly rubbed her clit.

Your Hitachi wand still rumbled where it sat beside Ellie on the sheets. Ellie’s shaking hands wrapped around the handle. After a few deep breaths, Ellie softly pressed the head of the wand against her pussy. As if she had touched a live wire, Ellie thrashed and nearly dropped the wand. “FUCK�� she cried out, but did her best to hold it firm against her clit. It felt so fucking good, but the pleasure was more intense than anything she had ever felt. She clenched her jaw and threw back her head. She could hardly keep her eyes open, but she didn’t mind since all she could see when she closed them was your smiling face. In her wildest dreams you would be the one pressing the vibrations against her clit, pressing sweet kisses to her cheek and neck as you praised her. Ellie’s pussy tingled at the assault, on the verge of numbness from how overstimulated she felt. Between her tensed thighs, Ellie’s pussy gushed, soaking through the panties and down the crease of her ass to leave a stain on the sheets. Her clit burned uncomfortably as her pussy clenched around nothing. Ellie reached her limit and practically flung the Hitachi wand away from her swollen pussy. It continued to shake and rattle on the floor as she caught her breath with a dopey smile on her face. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, Ellie fell asleep in your bed with your biggest plushy tucked in her arms and your name on her lips.

-

Ellie didn't think her last day cat-sitting would involve a trip to best-buy, but the opportunity couldn't go to waste. She wandered the aisles before coming to stand before a wall of security cameras. She didn't really have the money for it, but eating ramen noodles or rice and beans for the next month to still afford rent would be worth it. The sales representative eyed her suspiciously as she asked him questions about the most "subtle" or "invisible" cameras they had. She eventually settled on one that was compact and promised good video and audio quality. She excitedly took it home.

Searching for a spot to put the camera wasn't that difficult considering the various knick-knacks and books on your shelves. Ellie crawled under your desk to plug the camera in, then threaded it between two of your stuffed animals on the surface. It looked almost like a laptop charger, with a chunky box and a long thick cord to the wall. 'All else fails, maybe I can convince her that I forgot my laptop charger,' Ellie hoped. Hard work and a couple hundred bucks couldn’t go to waste.

Ellie whipped out her phone to open the camera's video feed. She could clearly see herself in the viewfinder, and adjusted the camera so your bed would be in frame. Her trap was set up, now she just had to wait.

A/N: there will be a part two to this for when you come back in town. Thank you for all the love on my writing so far ❤️

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Sentient DogDay: His Sunshine (Poppy Playtime)

[Hello, My  Sexy Muffins! We just did CatNap the other day but it is now time for DogDay I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here my sexy muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: DogDay Is SENTIENT IN THIS! There are NO CHILDREN SOULS IN HIM!!! He is a SENTIENT MONSTER/TOY!!! No Children Souls! Thank you!!! 

Disclaimer 2: Once Again DogDay Is A Sentient Monster In this, but he is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional Characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have all! Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank You!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With DogDay From Poppy Playtime- 

.DogDay is a cheerful and happy monster and he is always looking on the bright side of things with his sunshine demeanor. 

.He is also a very brave and good leader, able to lead the smiling critters in their work in the playtime co. 

.He fell for you a helper who worked with the critters. 

.He found you to be his sunshine, and his kitten as he liked to call you that as well as doll. 

.He had various pet names for you. 

.He is very open with his feelings for you, being very brave to be open with his feelings for you. 

.He is the type of yandere that is like a puppy dog yandere 

.In which he follows you around like a lost puppy dog 

.And how he wants to make you happy and make you smile and laugh. 

.Your smile is like a ray of sunshine to him and your laugh is like an angel's song. 

.Another one of his pet names is his angel as well~ 

.To him you are like an angel and he wants you to be his angel~ 

.Another yandere trait he has is the knight in shining armor type. 

.He will sacrifice his own safety to keep you safe and sound and not risk you ever being hurt. 

.He really is the protective and heroic type of yandere. 

.He calls himself your protector and knows he needs to protect you from the rivals that he has and he does his best to keep all his rivals away. 

.When you leave at the end of your shift he waits for you like he is never going to see you again and this is probably what pushed him to do the Hours of Joy with the others. 

.Knowing that he could keep you to himself and that he will never ever lose you this way. 

.Though he would realize later on what mistake he made and he would be torn on letting you go or keeping you. 

.After the hours of joy he knows that he cannot let you go. 

.Because you will be killed if he lets you try and leave. 

.So he has to keep you by his side and keep you safe. 

.He regrets the hour of joy, but he does not regret having you by his side. 

.He does have a bit of a split as well. 

.He can become unhinged and insane and it is caused most of the time by Catnap's gas. 

.Though this side is deep inside of him anyway. 

.So when he does decide to deal with rivals it starts out as asking them to leave you alone. 

.If they do not leave you alone, he will kill them and drag their body away. 

.He laughs loudly and in a manic way. 

.He is truly insane and unhinged. 

.He of course with this side also has an unhinged and very obsessed yandere side that will be on the edge of breaking your legs if he thinks you will run. 

.When he does confess his love to you. He is worried what would happen if you say no. 

.If you say yes, everything is fine, just fine. 

.If you say no he starts to snap, laughing, and his insane shows where he knocks you out and kidnaps you. 

.If you try and run while he is snapped he will break some legs. 

.So the best thing you can do is be his perfect little, kitty, kitten, doll, sunshine, and angel. 

.Just be good to him and you will have a pretty good life, just do not worry about it and he will take care of you, forever and ever. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[fynnthefeline]

Hey there, my fabulous fur-friends! 🐾

It’s Monday, and I’m easing into the new week after a long, luxurious nap on my cat tree. I might be a little slow to start, but hey, we all need some time to wake up, right? Lots of slow blinks your way—just a little kitty kiss to get your week started off right!

After a bit of stretching and a play session, I’m feeling ready to take on whatever this new week brings. But first, a quick fur-cleaning session to keep myself looking fabulous. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!

Life’s pretty sweet in my new home, and I can’t help but think of all the other fur-friends out there still waiting for their forever families. Remember, “adopt, don’t shop”—there are so many wonderful kitties just like me who can’t wait to find a loving home.

Wishing you all a week full of love, naps, and maybe a little bit of playtime too!

Stay fabulous,

Fynn 🐾

[troublepuppy]

1, 3, 6, 10, and 12 🩷

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Hmmm. I wonder if this is my pretty kitty asking this. Either way, welcome 🐱anon :)

1. What's currently a fantasy you're really into?

There is a particular one that's been making me cum harder than I'd like to admit... I don't think I've ever actually considered having another pet to join me in my puppy activities. So when I met a certain kitty, that opened my mind to a couple of possibilities.

The biggest one, though, is a girl coming back after I long day to our shared house. Dinner would already be made for her, by the time we're done and she's settled in- I'll offer to help turn her brain off. Puppy-kitty playtime, if you will. If she says yes, then I'd get some toys for us to play with. Pulling on a collar for her, dressing her up nice and cozy, but accessible for me to touch and fuck. Of course, I'd have to bend her over and lube my fingers up to help ease her tail in. What kind of puppy would I be if I didn't help my darling kitty? Tail plugs can be overwhelming. I just want the best for her. Then I'd tell her to wait patiently, giving her lots of quick kisses before setting myself up, pushing my tail plug in, right in front of her. But she'll have to be a good girl and stay put.

The pillow nest is the best part, because that's when she'll know it's time for cuddles. But then cuddles will turn into light touches. Then groping, then manhandling as I'm pushing her back against the pillows and sheets, growling slightly because she looks so pretty under me. I wouldn't be able to help myself as I kiss and lick her pussy until she's on the verge of cumming, only to pull away.

She shouldn't have to whine though, no. Because I'll be pushing my knotted strap into her. Puppy is horny and needs to breed a pretty kitty. My pretty kitty. Let me cum inside of her, fuck her again and again until tears run down her face from all the pleasure.

...

Uhm, anyways. That TOTALLY isn't about a certain kitty that drives me crazy!

Thought about that one too many times, I squirted for the first time in a while over it...

3. Do you have a type? What is it?

Not necessarily a type. I love short, tall, curvy, skinny, nerdy, jock. It really doesn't matter to me. Although I do love people who are also into pet play, makes me feel understood and safe :)

6. Do you prefer bratty subs or pliant ones?

Personally, I love BOTH- don't get me wrong. However, there's something about someone pouting and acting like they are in charge when they clearly aren't and think they can get away with it. I'm a sucker for giving punishments. Nothing cruel like neglect - edging a poor girl for hours with a little vibrator on her clit as she's tied up and crying? Begging for forgiveness? That's punishment I want to dish out. You wanna mess with the puppy? You can get the big bad wolf too :)

10. What's a part of the body you really love and why?

Thighs. There's something about them that's so vulnerable. Kisses, licks, bites, scratches. You don't even have to have thick thighs, just thighs that I can trail my mouth up until I get to your dripping pussy. Then I can practically manhandle a pretty girls thighs until they are pushing my mouth right against their clit ;)

12. Edging or overstim?

Depends on the circumstance- 9/10 times overstimulation is better when I'm subbing and domming. Edging to me is almost like a punishment- why would you restrict pretty puppies, kitties, and bunnies to not cum when they haven't done anything wrong? That's just cruel! :(

Unless I'm in a masochistic mood.. then I'll just want someone to edge me until I'm crying for release, teehee...

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Taven and Daegon being pet regressors?

I'm so sorry if they're out of character!!!! I can also redo them or do a part 2!!! 🥺

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Pet Regressor Taven & Daegon Hcs

🦁 Taven pet regresses as a lion cub

🐉 . . . Is it wrong to say that Daegon should be a dragon regressor? 🥺 (Cause- Cause of his name? . . . Guys, I’m actually so funny >:3)

🦁 Taven had a slightly hard time regressing in general, he’s a serious man, and has things to do (y’all, this man is so serious and direct with everything, I love him)

🐉 Daegon regresses a bit easier, but he’s much more of a brat while small

🦁 Tavens a good boy, he just wants pets and comfort :(

🐉 Y’all these two FIGHT

🦁 It’s not just physical though!! Sometimes Daegon will insult Taven about something, and then Taven will call him a naughty name and now they’re bickering

🐉 Siblings, always starting things 🙄 (I have three, and I do love them, I swear <3)

🦁 Daegon has walked over just to bop Taven on the head and Taven lunged at him

🐉 Any physical banter they have, it’s rarely ever dangerous dangerous

🦁 And if you tell them to knock it off, they’ll knock it off

🐉 Daegon, who starts half the fights, always acts like the victim afterwards, whining and wanting cuddles because Taven was being mean 🥺

🦁 Daegon is very much a brat, absolute brat

🐉 Why can’t it go his way? It should go his way!! >:(

🦁 He’ll get all huffy and puffy over timeouts too, but will sit in them and apoligize later

🐉 Taven has some bad days, but isn’t necessarily a brat

🦁 Might need timeout though, which he gets incredibly grumpy at

🐉 Daegon steals all your stuff 😮‍💨

🦁 No seriously, it’s his now, he wanted it, so he snatched it, it was so shiny and pretty!! :D

🐉 ^ This does include Taven’s stuff, which Taven mostly lets slide because he knows he can get it back when he’s bigger

🦁 Unless it’s one of his favorite stuffies, then he’ll throw hands

🐉 I know I’ve spoken a lot about the boys being against each other, but if things went better, I like to think they’re still friendly with each other

🦁 Taven helping Daegon build a fort so he has a ‘nesting ground’

🐉 Daegon helping Taven ‘hunt’ for food (which is more helping him open up the goldfish bag, but still)

🦁 Taven really likes cuddles, he’s just a big kitty, let him sit on your lap 🥺

🐉 And dragons are obviously super cold! So Daegon should cuddle up to you too!! :D (< Both their logics, works everytime)

🦁 The two actually work really well together during playtime

🐉 Mostly it’s just play wrestling, but sometimes they’ll other things!! Stomping around together, roaring, laying on the floor where the sun hits them

🦁 Snack time is very easy!! They both share very similar taste, and won’t exactly huff when they get a snack that the other wants

🐉 Absolutely will steal each others snacks when the others not looking

🦁 Nap time on the other hand. . .

🐉 Taven’s much easier, he mostly regresses when he’s stressed or upset, and he’d love a good nap

🦁 BUt Daegon? He doesn’t wanna sleep yet!! He wants to stay up and play more!! >:(

🐉 But if you promise him some ice cream? Or a chocolate coin after his nap? . . . He’ll sleep for a little bit (two hours, but whatever)

🦁 ^ Chocolate coins are some of Daegon’s favorite snacks, dragons love shiny things!! And this one's candy!! :D

🐉 Taven’s favorite snacks are goldfish and crackers, very simple man <3

🦁 Taven’s favorite nicknames are Kitty, Cub, Baby Boy

🐉 Daegon’s favorite nicknames are Hatchling, Sweetheart, Little One

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I like Taven. I don't understand his character completely, but rewarching Armageddon, he has a funnier personality than I originally remembered. :]

I don't really . . . like these Hcs though. Seriously, if anyone wants a pt 2 or something lemme know. 😭

[three--rings]

2024 Video Game Wrapup

First I have my Steam Replay:

Sorry for the quality, its a cropped screenshot cause I couldn't figure another way to get the graphic from them? IDK.

But very little of my playtime was on Steam this year. I only played one full game on steam this year and it was Paranormasight.

So here from my consoles combined with Steam is my Gaming Year:

January:

Baldur's Gate 3 - Completed

Persona 3 Reload - Fully Played (eventually)

Moonstone Island

Slay the Princess - A million percent recommended, this was basically my game of 2023

Cut for Length

February:

Zoo Tycoon (Had an urge for a theme park sim and this was free on Gamepass. )

Rollercoaster Tycoon 2 (The GOAT, played it obsessively for a week or so.)

Little Kitty, Big City- Fantastic and adorable game, highly recommended. Played it through and then played it through again with my husband.

March:

Still P3 Reload

BG3 play #2, Astarion or Bust (never finished)

April:

BG3 #3 - This time my husband is playing and I'm support. Played into Act 3 and then he lost interest.

May:

Doki Doki Literature Club- I entirely forget why I played this then, except I think I wanted a short narrative game one evening

June:

Paranormasight- Love a good visual novel mystery game. Played Fully.

Danganronpa V3- A game I got 60 hours into three years ago and then stopped playing. This time I got like 30 hours in and then stopped playing. I'll get back to it, really, I promise.

Pan'o'rama - A casual relaxing puzzle game I picked back up for a while.

I also played a bunch of demos for games in the Steam Next Fest, which was fun.

July:

More Danganronpa, but then I got bored and picked up

Stardew Valley, but I'm at a point with this playthrough where I've almost 100%ed it but just need to grind cash, and that's boring, so instead I went back to

Coral Island - to experience the newest updates. Played for a while and then got bored again.

August:

Terrascape - another hex tile building game. Fun but a little intense so I only played a few times.

Rain Code (on Switch) - I was traveling in August so I needed a portable game. Was enjoying it, but then got distracted once I was home.

September:

Persona 3 Reload, The Answer DLC -Start to Finish.

House Flipper - Another Gamepass one, wanted something chill, but didn't play a lot of it.

October:

Metaphor Refantazio - Still playing this one, pretty steadily since launch. I'm currently 65 hours in.

Disney Dreamlight Valley - So I originally played this after my car accident in 2023 on Gamepass. Then lost interest. But this year I was about to stop paying for Gamepass when they raised prices and I was done with P3R so I picked this back up to "finish it off." And I had never got into really decorating in it before and then I became obsessed. This has been my main game for the last two months, alternating with Metaphor. I bought it and the DLCs. (I don't care about Disney, but this is like Animal Crossing on steroids with so much amazing quality of life stuff. I have 600 hours in the last AC game okay, this is catnip for me. Oh god I just checked I have almost 500 hours in this game.)

Anyway, my plans for the future include finishing Metaphor, continuing with DDV, maybe playing the new Dragon Age if I buy it on sale, and trying Shin Megumi Tensei V which I got on deep discount for Black Friday. (I played some of SMT IV on the 3ds but that's my only SMT experience.)

[luninosity]

What is your secrets to have/had cats that live a long healthy life? Like foods, environment, etc. Did they all spayed/neutered, had their vaccines, annual health exams for seniors? I have 14 yo cat and i want her to be with me as long and as healthy as possible. Thank you

That's pretty much what it is, yep! :-)

Our kitties (ours now, and my parents' cats that I grew up with) have always been indoor cats (sometimes, under supervision, they can go in the backyard - fenced-in-yard - on a leash and harness; one of my parents' cats will ride in a stroller when they go for long walks, but the others get too stressed!). They're all spayed or neutered, they have all their shots, they get annual vet visits (more often if there's something that looks worrying, like when we thought Merlyn was losing weight, and she was!) and kitten or senior care (food, meds) as needed.

We try to do a lot of playtime (it naturally slows down as they age, but we want to keep them active) and keep them engaged - Merlyn likes to run and chase, so we have a lot of strings, feathers on sticks, wiggly things she can hunt! Sir Percival liked more pounce-and-kick-and-eviscerate play. :-)

We have a lot of treats, especially as they get older - especially Merlyn, right now, as she puts back on some weight! She's also very picky about variety of flavors (and senior cats need stronger flavors, as their taste buds dull a little) - she likes most things, but she gets bored, so we have to switch flavors of food! She gets wet food because it's better hydration, which is important as they get older - she has a little bowl of dry food too, but she doesn't actually like dry food all that much, so she'll really only eat it if we've both been gone most of the day and she's hungry!

I know we're lucky in that we have enough income that, when the vet says, "she needs this medication," we can say, "okay, let's do that" - not everyone can! (And honestly there's probably an upper limit, we're not, like, rich...but...we would do everything we reasonably could, and we would adjust a people-food budget to save money if we had to.) (As a pre-teen, like eleven or so, I once sat right there and watched my dad spend over $5k in one night, at one vet emergency care hospital, trying to save one of their rescues who had an out-of-the-blue, completely unpredictable, heart attack at four years old. He told them to try everything and not worry about the cost. And then he worked three overtime shifts later at his job. Which tells you a lot about my parents and their attitude toward their cats...)

I suspect we're also lucky that we both have some applicable skills - Awesome Husband is a doctor's kid and knows a lot about various medications and isn't afraid to get messy (say, if something causes diarrhea), and my mom worked as a vet tech for a few years - some of their rescue cats have been little enough that she's bottle-fed them, raised them, all of that. And I used to be a lifeguard (with applicable first-aid, including animal CPR, training and such) and I'm not at all bothered by needles - so between us we were fine doing things like giving Percy fluid injections at home, when his kidneys got so bad.

So I guess that last piece of advice is...if that's something that might come up, with an elderly kitty, maybe practice things like injections in case you need to?

But it sounds like you are an awesome Cat Parent already, given the question! <3 And Miss Merlyn says hi to your kitty, too!

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 87 - Adventures in Sistem-Sitting, Part 1

Ophelia and Xander were able to set up most of the basic furniture, but not much decor yet. It'll have to wait. They're watching Marcie and Joaquin's kids while they honeymoon in Tartosa!

Ophelia probably shouldn't drink a PSL with how queasy she is but it's too tasty to resist.

The Sistems have arrived. Time for hellos and goodbyes!

Marcie: Now you boys better get along while Dad and I aren't around. I don't want you giving Ms. Ophelia and Mr. Xander trouble.

Vince: I'm really good, I promise, Ms. Ophelia. Valentin's the one who starts everything.

Marcie: I heard that, mister.

Marcie: I mean it, if you two act up and embarrass us, I'm going to make you sleep in the treehouse until you learn to get along.

Vince: THE TREEHOUSE?

Valentin: You're bluffing.

Marcie: You want to take that risk?

Valentin: Not really.

Marshmallow comes outside to see what all the commotion is about.

Violet: Hi, kitty!

Marshmallow: i sense greatness from you, small one

Violet: Hehe, fluffy.

Marshmallow: thank you for giving me your blessing, tiny hooman. i do not take this honor lightly

Marcie: Thank you again, you guys are amazing. We really would have been fine with just the sightseeing day.

Ophelia: You're out of your mind if you think I'd let you make your honeymoon less than a day. Now go on, have fun.

Marcie: Oh we will!

Ophelia figures the kids could use something to eat so she takes advantage of their new air fryer and quickly makes them some garlic parmesan chicken wings.

Violet "helps" by playing in the counter drawers.

Valentin wants to strike a deal.

Val: You don't want to sleep in the treehouse, I don't want to sleep in the treehouse. Let's just stay out of each other's hair for the next few days.

Vince: I always do, you're the one who's constantly annoying me.

Val: Be less easy to annoy.

Ophelia joins them after getting Violet settled and grabbing herself some leftovers.

Ophelia: What are you boys talking about?

Vince: Nothing! We're being nice, I swear!

Ophelia: Guys, I don't think your mom was being serious about the treehouse thing.

Val: Oh, she was.

Violet eats her wings with a spork and somehow still manages to make a mess.

Xander feeds Velma in the living room because you apparently can't sit with an infant on a barstool? Guess it makes sense on paper. Babies are bad bar clientele. They constantly throw up and never tip!

Once everyone's done eating, Vince helps out with the dishes. He's a good kid and he wants to prove that to Ophelia and Xander. He's not a troublemaker like his jerk brother!

Xander thanks him for grabbing Velma's empty bottle as he gets the baby ready for some playtime.

Val: So how's the retraiting thing going?

Ophelia: Great. I actually just finished. I picked the loyal trait.

Val: That's a good one!

Ophelia: Thanks, I thought it fit me pretty well.

Ophelia wonders if Val is still interested in changing his klepto trait too.

Ophelia: You know, I asked my old therapist, and she said there are plenty of retraiting therapists who specialize in working with kids and teens. I'd be happy to talk to your parents about it if you want.

Val: Really? Is it expensive?

Ophelia: It depends.

Val: I dunno…

Val: What if it costs too much?

The poor kid clearly doesn't want to get his hopes up.

Ophelia: You let the adults worry about that. But no matter how this shakes out, you're a good kid, okay? You just have some hurdles other kids don't. You're more than just your trait.

Ophelia: And I meant what I said, I'm always here if you need to talk.

Vince comes to finish his self-assigned chore.

Val: I can wash that.

Vince: Yeah but you never do.

Ophelia: Vince, I appreciate your help but please don't put Valentin down. He's not doing anything wrong.

Vince's plan to look like the better brother has backfired a bit.

Vince: Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Ophelia: It's okay, hon.

As Vince walks off, Ophelia lowers her voice so only Val will hear.

Ophelia: Vince just doesn't understand how hard it is. He will someday when he's older.

Xander goes to put Velma down for a nap while the other kids watch the Brainchild Learning Channel.

Val: Mr. Xander, can we watch something else?

Xander: Yeah, sure. Pick whatever you want.

Either way, Violet is bored of TV and comes to ask Ophelia for something.

Violet: Can you read me a story?

Ophelia: Sure, sweetie. Our bookshelf has a couple books you might like. Go pick one out!

Valentin turns on the ScareMax channel.

Vince: I don't think this is what Mr. Xander meant.

Val: He said whatever.

Well, Vince can't argue with that logic. I mean, he could, but he's going to try to be the bigger Sim and get along.

Vince: Sorry about before.

Val: It's not like you were wrong. I suck at doing dishes. I don't wanna make Mom mad though, so I'm trying hard not to start fights, at least here.

Vince: I guess I'll try a little harder too.

Watching spooky movies is a great time for truces.

Valentin throws his brother a bone, since he knows what a goody two shoes he is.

Val: Ms. Ophelia's not mad at you, by the way. She just has to remind us to get along cuz she's the adult.

Vince: That's true.

Val: And I checked the backyard, there's no treehouse.

Vince: Phew.

The previous owners were parents, so they left some old kid and infant furniture behind after selling to the couple. Convenient.

Xander: Time to get some shuteye, Velly Bean.

Velma does a pretty good job soothing herself, but Xander helps soothe her to sleep as well.

[excelsior9173]

tagged by @foxgloveinspace thank you!!

•name

on here i go by exie, in real life i respond to any variation of “em”, as well as andy (andy was a nickname given to me by a person i went canoeing with and really looked up to!)

•pronouns

i’m not really partial to anything and being gender queer i am comfortable with any! i often like calling myself a boy while looking extremely feminine, but am also just a “they” half the time lmao

•where do you call home?

i don’t wanna out and say where i live but i am an extremely proud canadian, and even prouder to be from the prairies (not alberta tho fuck them)

•favourite animal

100% ravens! i’m a lover of all corvids but i have always been fascinated by ravens. they’re the biggest song bird in north america! they are as smart as like, a seven year old human. i got to finally go to the tower of london this summer and i saw the ravens up close and i almost cried. bucket list moment for me

•cereal of choice

i will admit that i am a very boring person, when given free reign and allowed to pick whatever i want i go straight for some harvest crunch. idk man i love granola and grain flavoured cereals. multigrain cheerios slap so hard

•are you a visual, auditory or kinaesthetic learner?

i think a mix of visual and kinaesthetic? i love listening to my university lectures, but rely on physical notes to actually learn anything. if it is anything practical then i absolutely have to be able to do it physically or it will not make sense to me. i worked on a farm last summer and learning any of the equipment i needed to be hands on and guided through it tactilely

•first pet

i had a black and white cat named salty. he was all white on his underside, it was really just his back, tail and top of his head that was black. i loved him to bits

•favourite scent

petrichor! patchouli is a very close second. there’s a perfume i desperately want because it’s supposed to be the actual smell of petrichor mixed with patchouli and if i could smell like that naturally I would

•do you believe in astrology?

not really! i’m a practicing witch but honestly i’ve never viewed astrology as anything more than a bit of fun. i like reading my horoscope but i don’t put too much stock in it

•how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music?

ummm maybe 5 or 6? i tend to really just play albums or my “favourites” playlist that is like, 700 songs and 40 some hours of playtime

•sharpies or highlighters?

sharpies!

•songs that make you cry?

are you really okay? by sleep token always gets me weepy

if i’m there by bad omens fucks me up pretty bad too, especially the unplugged version

•songs that make you happy?

i spend most of my time listening to pretty angry music lol. if i’m going for like, upbeat instant mood lifter? i like really stupid songs

kitty cracks me up every time it’s so good

i also like corky and the juice pigs, specifically the song eskimo. they’re a satire band and my dad sang this song at his sister’s wedding and it’s so so funny (disclaimer it’s not exactly pc anymore, it’s from 1993)

•finally, do you write/draw/create?

i’ve dabbled here and there with various forms of art but i don’t consider myself a creative in any way. nowadays i really just teach myself random songs on guitar and put together low budget halloween costumes lol

this was last years, vanya from the umbrella academy comics! i hand painted the bodysuit and boots! (i had to wear two pairs of tights to attempt to hide my tattoos lmao)

[cute-and-undead]

Seeing how warm Marvin's face got had Chase keeping himself from grinning too wide, knowing that was a good sign. His partner being this flustered wasn't too rare when talking about this, but it was always a good sign. As they giggled though, Chase watched them move to straddle him, hands coming up to hold their hips. Again it set off something in his mind, but he could still ignore it for now.

And before he could respond, he found a light enveloping them. Soon he had two familiar brown and black ears sat on his head, a long and fluffy tail wagging as it hung off the couch. But Chase didn't seem to be concerned about his floppy ears or the new tail, just looking at Marvin.

"My pretty kitty..." he praised softly. His hands began slowly massaging Marvin's hips with his thumbs, his own smile forming. Canines became a bit more obvious as he opened his mouth, having not had prominent ones before. "Someone's getting eager for playtime..."

Shre, they still needed to get gear, but it was hard to keep his hands off Marvin when they were clearly excited to get started. So he reached up to take their shirt collar, guiding them down to meet him as he leaned up and bringing them into an eager kiss.

"You look gorgeous..." he murmured against his lips.

New Fun Feelings [ x ]

@cute-and-undead

It was that time of the year that Anti dreaded. Intense desires hit him out of nowhere, as well as feeling extra possessive of his husband. While he was used to it by now and could definitely deal with it, Henrik had purposefully booked some time off to be with him. They decided to stay at the cottage for the beginning of it to bring Anti a little relief, which left the others at home.

Marvin and Chase had gotten curious as to what exactly this period entailed for Anti, so they questioned him. Marvin took what they could from the description and decided that they could try and see what it was like for themselves - with their boyfriend's consent, of course - which led to them casting a spell that morning in order to simulate a rutting period.

It wasn't too bad at first, the mage not wanting to overwhelm them both. The spell gradually took effect over the course of a few hours, the couple gradually becoming more touchy and cuddly. It wasn't until early afternoon that Marvin was really beginning to feel the effects of it, causing an idea to come to mind as they held their boyfriend as they cuddled on the couch.

"Hey, babe, I... I have an idea, and I would like your thoughts on it," they started, looking up at him.

[volleychumps]

Can I request a scenario with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama where their s/o is getting harassed by some creep but when their s/o stands up for herself, they're thinking " oh thank god I don't need to kill anyone". BUT when the creep lays a hand on her, all bets are off and they just punch the dude in the face!Cause there's jealousy and then there's pure protective rage!!!

S/O Who is Getting Harassed w/ Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama 

Warnings: cursing, mild nsfw themes

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Kuroo

“Kitten, I’m waiting~” 

“Keep it in your pants for a second, will you?” You laugh, your shoulder supporting your cellular device as you hold it up to your ear, shuffling around in your bag to find your wallet with your occupied hands. “I still cannot believe you put me in charge of ice cream duty.” 

“It was to prove that me calling you up in the middle of the night means cuddles and anime!”

“So not a dick appointment?” You joke as your finished getting rung out, the woman behind the counter giving you a strange look as you flinch at the fact that you had actually said that in front of another person as Kuroo’s laughter is heard audibly at the other end of the call. Bowing deeply in apology, you rush out of the convenience store as you breathe in the air of the late-night soothingly to calm your embarrassment. 

“I’m gonna come to meet you halfway, alright kitty?” 

“In your car?” 

“No, in a fucking spaceship. Yes, in my car.” 

You roll your eyes, a smile still on your face as you begin your trek in the desired direction as your sassy boyfriend seemed to be getting impatient. 

“I can just skip and not meet you for this appointment you know-” 

“It’s nOT A-” 

You hum in satisfaction as you end the call, walking along the street in search of Kuroo’s vehicle when an instant feeling of being watched sends a shiver down your back. Your hands straighten your clothes as you glance behind you, unsurprised yet uneasy at the sight of a man seeming to stare you down, eyes raking shamelessly upon your figure. 

Kuroo’s brows furrow as soon as he turns the corner, not having parked far as he sees you looking behind you worriedly, seeming to engage in a uneasy conversation with the stranger before you. 

The greasy grin on said stranger’s face had Kuroo’s feet moving before he could think, but the captain stills when he sees you scoff, crossing your arms heatedly at whatever he had said. Now within a hearing range, Kuroo smirks as he leans against the wall as you tell the creep off, hands finding home in the pockets of his red jacket. 

“Can you maybe go crawl back into whatever dump you and your nasty-ass teeth came from?” 

Kuroo’s grin only widens as you roll your eyes and walk past him seeming to be fearless, even shoving your shoulder against his in the process as Kuroo goes to call out to you to enforce the leave of that creep immediately- 

“You bitch!” 

but red flooded his vision as soon as a hand was lain on your bare shoulder, spinning you around roughly as an audible squeak of fear and surprise slips your lips, reeling his arm back- 

And then Kuroo’s feet were really moving. 

Kuroo shoved the guy off you with a snarl on his features, eyes spinning dangerously as your boyfriend delivers a sharp knee to his stomach, sending your attacker to the ground in less than a minute. The smile that spread on Kuroo’s lips was anything but kind as he lifted the now fearful man up a few inches by the shirt, mock-kindness in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, care to repeat that for me again?” The polite words held such a menacing edge as Kuroo grit his teeth, feeling you place a hand on his back soothingly. 

“Kuroo, let’s go.” 

“No. Someone’s gotta teach this prick what happens when people lay their hands on my girl.” Kuroo lets go of his shirt, grinning when he hits his head on the street before lifting him back up again, ignoring his groan of pain. “And that someone’s gonna be me.” 

“Tetsurou.” 

Kuroo groans at your strict tone as if you had interrupted his playtime, fist unclenching around the stranger’s shirt as he makes a hasty escape, tripping himself over in the process before dashing away. 

“Look at me listening to you, princess.” 

Kuroo’s eyes held a pissed-off edge to them as he takes a strand of your hair, running his fingers through it before kissing the strand with closed eyes. Your mouth goes dry when his cat-like eyes open again, staring at you as if you were his favorite posession before cupping your face, leaning closer with a grin that wasn’t happy. 

“Just how tight do you have me wrapped around your little finger?” 

You clear your throat, shifting in place as the moon seems to illuminate Kuroo’s stare, feeling his eyes bore into you as the strand slips from his fingers, his breath beginning to mix with your own.

“Tight enough, apparently.” 

“Just... come cuddle and watch anime with me?” 

“Yeah, we’ll have our appointment, whatever- but kiss me first.” 

And so he did, anger fading away in the movement of his lips against yours, draining away completely when he feels your smile against his.  

Even if it wasn’t an appointment. 

Bokuto

“Bo, I’ll be fine, I promise!” 

“Do you pinky promise?” 

“I- there’s like a 7% chance something will happen to me in the five minutes you’re gone.” 

“That’s 6.9% too much.” 

“Bo, I’m hungry.” You whine, grinning as you win the argument that was hardly an argument, seeing Bokuto’s eyes widen a little in worry before puffing his cheeks out, spinning on his heel in the direction of your desired food stand. 

“You win this one!” 

“I usually do!” You call back, shaking your head at Bokuto’s protective tendencies. A rare off day the two of your shared had wound the two of you at the mall, a day’s worth of shopping sitting at your feet as your golden-eyed boyfriend bought you lunch from the food court. You hummed, scrolling on your phone as you patiently waited until the sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to lift your head. 

Well, looks like you’re going to need to recalculate that percentage. 

“Someone as pretty as you should never be sitting alone in a place like this, hm?” 

“I’m not alone, though!” You chirp fakely, unknowingly causing the boy to press on, taking the seat that was reserved for your spiker boyfriend as you blanch. 

“Nice excuse, sweetheart- but that won’t work on me.” 

You clench your jaw, praying Bokuto wouldn’t return just yet and throw a fit you knew he was bound to throw as you offer a strained smile at the smirking boy. 

“I’m actually waiting for somebody-” 

“I don’t see them, though?” 

Bokuto stills, hands tightening around the tray holding your food subconciously at the scene before him, scenarios drifting through his head on what approach would make you the least mad at him. Cursing him out? Perhaps spiking the lunch tray at his head? That is, until- 

“Do you not understand what waiting means, or does nothing occupy that space between your ears?” 

“Feisty.” 

“Grow the hell up.” You plaster a smile as you flick him off, crossing one leg over the other for effect, causing your pursuer to rise to his feet in a now ticked-off manner as Bokuto grins, eyebrows raising in surprise. 

The grin fades as the asshole uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch your cheeks together harshly, the uncomfort apparent on your expression as you glare heatedly up at him, a crowd beginning to form. 

“Pretty girl with a dirty mouth, huh? That can be arranged-” 

A tap on the shoulder. 

“Do you know what else can be arranged?” 

“Who the hell-” 

He never gets to finish his sentence as Bokuto grabs him by the shoulder, ripping him off you and reeling his own arm back before delivering a punch so hard to the guy’s jaw you swear you could hear a few cracks. The crowd was definitely beginning to get bigger as Bokuto pays no mind, cracking his knuckles as the guy who put his hands on you looks up into the golden eyes of a pissed-off ace, the grin on Bokuto’s face borderline deadly as gold begins to darken. 

“Who am I?” A humorless chuckle that could have been almost considered kind. Bokuto tilts his head innocently as he ignores the bruising on his knuckles, leaning down to ask an equally innocent question. 

“Take a fucking guess.” 

You gasp at the headbutt delivered next, causing your pursuer to groan and fall backwards, Bokuto unfazed before realizing you were now holding him back before grabbing your hand, collecting your bags and your food in a hurry as he tugs you along, ignoring the flash of the cameras and gasps of the crowd. You have to hold him back from turning around for more in your effort to leave. 

“Just one more punch-” 

“Trust me, that was plenty.” 

It isn’t until you reach the parking lot when Bokuto finally stops, holding your hand so tightly it almost feels icy numb, not knowing what to say as his golden eyes turn to you, as if he was trying to hold his anger back. You hear him drop all the bags he’s holding as you hug him quickly, burying your face in his chest as the ace immediately relaxes. 

“God, stop being so pretty.” He finally mumbles into your hair, and you let out a laugh of relief as he calms down. 

“Right. So maybe not 7%-” 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes, Bo?” 

“Never leave my sight, please?” Your heartstrings tug at the crack in his voice, now determined to prevent his emo mode on your day off. 

“That’s a lot to promise.” You find yourself whispering back, pulling back a little to cup his face gently as Bokuto’s forehead touches yours. “But I’m so thankful you showed up when you did. You know what I can promise, though?” 

You smile at Bokuto’s head tilt, feeling the ace impatiently trace his lips along your neck as you giggle, feeling the atmosphere lighten as Bokuto pouts when you pull back with a question- 

“Car sex?” 

Bokuto’s pout is replaced with an excited grin, for this boy worships your body 10000%. 

“I thought you’d never ask, baby! Get in for the ride of your life!!” 

“Just because I feel bad for your bruised knuckles- I’ll let that pun slide.” 

Bokuto smirks as he kisses your forehead, winking at you through the window after closing the car door for you as the day’s events already begin to fade- 

being replaced with something much more important. 

Kageyama 

“...you sure you’re okay?” 

“Of course I’m okay! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m dandy.” Kageyama snaps, causing Hinata to back off with both arms raised in the air as a sign of meaning no harm. The blue-eyed boy grits his teeth from his spot on the sidelines of the court, pissed that the game was starting and he had no way of defending you from the creep sitting by you in the stands. 

Kageyama relaxes a little when he sees you switch seats with an offering Kenma, thankful for his fellow setter for once as his blue eyes meet your bright ones. 

The tension in his face and body drains at your smile, mouthing an I’m okay, do your best! as Kageyama returns his focus to the match just as it starts. Knowing he can’t lose concentration, especially when you’re watching, is hard- considering you were wearing his jersey number and the shortest skirt he had ever seen on you- a promise for something special you had mentioned if he won today’s match. 

He had a little bit of a clue what that could be. 

The match went smoothly with your genius-setter boyfriend playing at his top-game for a reason no one would ever pinpoint as you can’t help but giggle from the secret behind his determination today. 

What you were wearing was for him, but a certain someone didn’t seem to understand that. 

Kenma cast you a worried glance as he raises from his seat as he looks amongst the filled seats, trying to find one for you to sit in as he has to go start to warm up. 

“Y/N-san, what if you go to the other side?” 

“I’ll be fine, Kenma!” You assure him, ignoring the smirk of the guy who had previously started to talk you up. “I’ll probably go stand at the railing.” 

“Mm. That’s probably best- stay safe.” Kenma nods, sparing a warning glance to the scum next to him as if to enunciate his point before taking his leave as you walk up to the railing that was mostly unoccupied. You cheer for Kageyama as he scores quick after quick, thinking you were now in a safe manner. 

But you weren’t. 

Kageyama tilts his bottle upside down to drink down the liquid as soon as the match’s victors are declared Karasuno, the raven-haired boy wiping his mouth as he scans the crowds for you and your expected cheering form for his win, but what he saw had the setter moving quickly despite the ache in his legs. His teammates look on in worry before realizing the situation from a distance. 

“Please leave me alone, sir, I came for one of the players today-” 

“Why have one of these boys when you can have a real man?” 

Kageyama jogs into hearing distance- stopping at the rare, cold edge your tone took on before starting again. 

“Did you not hear what the hell I said, or are you hard of hearing you old geezer?” You keep your smile on, failing to notice the familiar raven-haired boy beginning to deadass climb the railing. “And real men leave girls alone when they ask.” 

“Come on, play nice~” 

You barely have time to flinch when his hand goes up your skirt, and it’s suddenly gone as soon as it does. 

Kageyama was surprisingly calm as he pins the man to the railing, blue eyes spinning with an emotion you had hardly seen before as he holds both hands behind the guy’s back, using his other hand to bow his head down to the ground. 

“Just where the hell do you think you’re touching?” Kageyama seethes as you smile at his sweaty appearance, seeing the man struggle as the rest of the Karasuno team jogs up to the stands as a commotion begins to break out, Suga asking if you’re okay as Daichi and Asahi both take the pervert from Kageyama before the setter can do something rash- 

“Oh, before you take him-” 

You flinch when Kageyama reels his fist back to clock him right in the nose, gasps filling the stands as Kageyama wipes the blood off his knuckles with the end of his jersey, whistling lowly at the cuts on his fist. 

“Alright. You can take him now.” 

Kageyama ignores the scold of his captain as he grabs you by the forearm, tugging you away as you wave a hasty goodbye to Suga as you follow him all the way into the empty hall, spinning you around so he can hold your wrists together with one hand.

“I’m really, really pissed.” Kageyama whispers, blue eyes hardened as you swallow when your back touches the wall, your eyes darting everywhere but on him. “Do you mind?” 

“D-Do I mind what?” You stutter when the setter’s lips touch your neck, sending chills down your spine when he speaks against it, his own hand sliding up your thigh. 

“Use my anger in the little reward you promised me?” 

You laugh out loud, taking a handful of his raven hair before tugging it back with a smile on your features, kissing him sweetly with other intentions. 

“Get me alone first, dummy. Good job on winning!” 

“And-” Kageyama’s voice drops an octave, uncaring of anyone entering the hall as his other hand slides up under his jersey that was adorning your body. 

“I want to cover anything that bastard might have left on you.” 

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Aftercare, does it happen? What do they do?

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BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He’ll at least ask. He’s always careful to ask. The actual response isn’t too important. Protest that are drowned out in a moan can’t be seen as an actual protest anyway, and he always makes sure that her words are chocked in her throat. Bakugo knows his worth, he knows that each and every thing he does to her in that bed, it’s guarantied she likes it. Her pride makes her a liar, she can’t be trusted with her own pleasure, not when he knows and has proven time and time again that he knows her body and her limits better than what she does. When he has her bent over his lap, that cute little ass that he knows belongs to him, aiming to make sure that she knows it too, each time his hand comes in harsh contact with the soft flesh, feeling it up like putty in his hand as she winces and cries for him to stop. Her protests can’t be taken seriously, not when two fingers gliding up her pussy tells him all he needs to know, feeling how soaked she already is for him, all warm and velvety and ready. That’s all the answer he needs to keep going.

As far as aftercare goes… it can vary. Sometimes he’ll draw a bath with bubbles and lavender oil and light scented candles. Other times he’ll make food, where he’ll bake desserts more than anything. But there are days he won’t do much more than keep a painfully suffocating grip on her as he drifts rather quickly off to sleep. Exchanging no words except for those growls of good night and I love you. Leaving the rest for after they wake up, having an early morning where he’ll never let her sleep in, dragging her with him to shower before he has to leave, where afterwards he’ll treat her to more tender care on the bed with his face buried between her thighs in a way of apologizing for having to leave her alone all day.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

She shouldn’t worry her pretty little head about anything. Dabi might look like your worst nightmare, but you’d be surprised how soft the darkness really is. He can be persuasive and disarming if and when he wants to be, or he can be foul… He likes finding a mix between the two though, they work better together anyway. Make her feel safe, but only if she obeys, and make her feel fear if she doesn’t. He won’t bite… at least not for any longer than to make her cry for him, for those precious little water-works to bubble up to the surface. Making a chew toy out of that pretty swan-neck of hers, paint it with purple, resembling what hue of mulberry-wine found on his marred skin. Nibbling on that cute button between her legs, feel her tremble in his hold and hear her gasp out his name. Or grinding those perfect little nipples between the rows of his teeth, watching her blubber out her pleas when the pressure he applies threatens to bite the flimsy nib off, feel her pussy clench around his shaft upon the anticipation and fear. Fear does such peculiar things to people, especially in the form of threats, especially when walking hand in hand with pleasure. His darling doesn’t know what to make of herself, left completely like putty in his hands, all for him to toy with and tamper and tease. Where she doesn’t dare try and make him stop, she doesn’t dare allow herself to enjoy what he’s doing either, because only mad people run into things they already know to be a trap.

He’ll hush and coo at her to stop crying afterwards, her little mind on the verge of breaking and her pitter patter heart standing on the cliff’s edge ready to jump with nothing but Dabi to hold onto, the knot in her lower abdomen already having exploded time and time again because of him. She’s such a mess, such a cross-eyed wet hot mess, his little mess and that always manages to bring a smile to his face.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

If Tomura’s in a mood, as in a childish fit, she can expect no rest, because the wicked as we know get no rest, and the unfortunate sweet thing kidnapped by the wicked get no rest either. Tomura’s mood, quite like his morals, change like tidewater. Sometimes he’ll behold her precious beautiful body as though she’s made up of fine porcelain, meant to be touched and worshipped softly, where the fact of her wanting the worship or not is irrelevant. He’ll still touch and touch and let himself get carried away by how insanely soft her skin is as opposed to him. He’ll fuck her slowly, each hump meaningful and hauled out to the max as so to feel every single inch of him filling her up… Then there’s his other mood… The feeling of opposition is no less there, how unfairly gorgeous she is in contrast to how appalling he is, however… instead of it evoking worship… it evokes humorous triumph. Gut-wrenching nasty despicable satisfaction, where it brings him such inane pleasure to think that someone as disgusting as him has the power and the will to corrupt something so pure, something so pretty, and how there is quite literally nothing she can do to stop him, nothing at all… it gets his blood rushing in sadistic glee when he pushes her down on her stomach, fisting her hair while jutting into her from behind, every little salacious depraved thought growled into her ear, with no regard to her choked screams except for a wild grin, spiked to go even faster.

Not much tender aftercare here I’m afraid, he thinks it’s best to leave her alone, getting in his chair to game, taking one long last look at his cum seeping from her hole, his handprint red across her ass, still looking so pretty even with all those bruises… maybe even inspired to go for another round.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Aww. Little kitty is at her breaking point? The collar is too tight for Master’s precious pretty pet? Pussy-cat wants a break? But good kittens deserve good toe-curling eye-crossing world-shattering rewards, and bad kittens will be punished however Master chooses, won’t they? If she screams no, he’ll hear yes. If she screams stop, he’ll hear more. If she screams please, well… he’ll still hear please… It’s so unbearably cute to see her stutter and frustrate over how her words come out all wrong, as if someone’s picked her brain, pulled on her strings as though she were a puppet, changed what she wants to say, to what he wants to hear. What’s even cuter is when those large eyes of hers go all ditzy, crossing paths, that crinkle between her brows furrowing, with her tongue falling over her lips. But, the cutest thing is when her tail wraps around his thigh and leg, holding onto him in such a soft embrace when her bliss strides over her body, reaching all the way to the tip of her plushy soft tail, when her wrists and ankles are too busy being kept tied snug and firm together, as he continues to slam himself fast-forwardly into her.

He’ll erase his mind-tricks afterwards, careful to restore anything he might have disturbed or broken during their playtime. Her fluffy tail still slithered around his thigh as he pets her over her soft ears, telling her what a good little kitten she is and how proud she’s made him, feeling her shiver and jolt against him, small little spasms followed by short acute hiccups, proof of how bendable those so-called limits are when Hitoshi takes control. Proof of how good he can make her feel, so good she loses track of where she is, so good she loses contact with her mind, so good the only thing she’s still able to do is purr.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Oh… She can’t blame him when his rut rolls around the corner. He can’t control those urges. Not when she’s there, so plain and defenseless and a perfect fit for him to take all that cooped up frustration out on. He just needs to fill her each and every crevice up with his seed, make sure she’s well bred, pump her full of his cum until his balls no longer have anything left to give. He’ll hump like a frenzied pup, hands gripping her hips so tight her feet don’t even touch the ground. He’ll pound until he’s exhausted, until she’s left a swollen sweat-slicked mess, no longer able to stand straight without her weak and wobbly knees giving out beneath her. She wishes his rut and her heat could line up, so she doesn’t have to go through the same thing twice, but she isn’t that lucky, and Keigo is. He’ll be counting down the days until finally picking up those sweet tones in the air, that aroma that makes him go feral. She does him a favor by acting so shy, so ashamed, it makes it that much more fun when she’s struggling against both him and herself. All it takes is for him to put his thumb in her mouth… how she’ll begin to drool at the very first taste, her eyes losing that feral fight and falling prey to the feeling of her nerves being set on fire. He gladly indulges her needs, his heart fluttering at how clingy she becomes, how sweet, blubbering out gibberish, shapeless words that are such a good replacement for what vile things she’ll yell at him most other times.

He’ll be so hungry in the mornings after, disappointed for the lack of food in the house, but he can’t blame his darling for not cooking, not when he’s rendered her lame, she can’t very well cook if she can’t stand. He’ll order so much take-out the smell of sweat and juices soon gets coated and overwhelmed by the smell of spice and broth. Eating, regaining all his strength… that was only day one of two weeks… the rut is only just beginning.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Don’t worry, Izuku knows how much to give and how much to take, just as he knows when to give it and when to take it, and how to give and how to take. He knows what punishment is due for what crime as well as he knows when rewards are in order. And if he so happens to need to punish her… he’ll make sure she does something in need of punishment. It’s not often he needs to act on those sadistic carnal vulgar yearnings, but a bad day gets a whole lot better if he can come home and take it out on someone, especially when he gets to play with her beforehand, poke and prod until she slips up, allowing him to pounce on her the second she fucks up like a fox finally done playing with his food, his little bunny. The ends justify the means after all. He knows that it’s unfair to take his frustration out on his little darling… but… it being wrong… somehow makes it feel better. Having her blubbering on choked sobs and quaking beneath him, under his blood-soaked scarred hands, her little hole serving as such a snug and no doubt painful fit for his cock to abuse. Hearing her apologize for doing absolutely nothing at all, just to satiate his craze, all because he decided he wanted to exercise his dominance.

One thing that’s good about Izuku is that once is enough, and though that one time might feel like a million times stretching over a million days, where she’s left unable to walk properly… once he’s done, she can be sure he’s done… at least until the next day. If she hasn’t passed-out, he’ll let her cry it off when he’s done, offering no words but still comforting her by stroking her back or fiddling with her hair, twirling it about his fingers as she rests on his chest, her tears making his bicep itch with irritation, but he’ll allow her that much.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

He tries being sweet, he tries being gentle, he tries mimicking the same type of softness as his darling bestows upon him, yet… although she’s sweet, she’s also so aggravatingly reluctant, and Kai doesn’t have the time nor the patience to second-guess every single little thing he wants to do. It’s impractical, it’s wasteful, it’s stupid, and stupidity as we know is a disease he can’t risk being infected with. No, better then, for him to just take the lead, for him to make the decisions for her, for him to decide her limits, up to him to decide when she’s ready to take his cock, how fast and hard he can thrust into her, how tight he can grip her wrists when she starts pushing at him, how many bruises are too many, how many times she can cum. Besides, if things go too far… he knows how to piece her together again. He hasn’t studied every single detail of her just to let all that valuable information go to waste. He’ll see to it that she’s as good as new once their done, if not, maybe even better, maybe even less reluctant to give into what he wants next time, maybe a bit more respectful of the rules, maybe a bit more understanding of who there is the boss and who there is the brittle brainless little toy.

Pain is a good cleanser anyway, despite it being bloody and gory and mixed in with tears and drool and snot and whatever else may occur once the need for his quirk arrives after his aggression causes something to bruise or break. She might think that it’s cruel that healing her has to hurt more than the wound itself, but what she needs to learn is that prosperity always comes at a price, a price that he’s all too willing to pay when she fails to live up to her potential.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Limits are made to be broken, to be conquered, in order for us to prosper. She should be grateful she at least gets the liberty to be with the one she loves, the one who loves her. She should at least be grateful that it’s not just anyone who’s breaking her limits, but him. Him and his hands and his tongue and his cock and his frostbite and his flames and his smile and his biting laughter. She knows by now that there is no stopping him when he starts, she knows that her only hope is to wait for herself to achieve that opium-blown ecstasy and ride that insanity where her skin feels like fire and her insides like ice and every touch, no matter how feather-light or how brutish and bruising, is god’s touch.

Shoto is unprecedentedly thorough and dreadfully talented at aftercare. While his darling is lying all limp and numbed-down, holding onto the prickling feeling dancing like fire-ants on her skin, she can barely even capture the feeling of Shoto wrapping her up in a fuzzy robe. His cold lips pressing onto her forehead and by the time she comes to, when she finally and woefully breaches the surface and gets reeled back into reality, right when she’s at the verge of collapsing from having all her hormones crash, her adrenaline fizzing out into nothing and she’s left feeling all cold and so dreadfully sad, Shoto’s right there, making her feel warm and appreciated and safe. He’ll light candles, scented with rosehip, he’ll already have picked out a movie, he’ll have the chocolate ready, the tea brewing in their matching cups, swiftly braiding her hair into a neat loose setup to keep it from falling into her face as he knows she’s much too drained to lift her hand, resting between his legs, her head using his chest as a headrest. If he’s being honest, he isn’t quite sure what he loves more, the play-session or the aftercare, all he knows is that one is impossible without the other… yet again proving the importance of balance.

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Base Yandere Sentient DogDay: His Sunshine (Poppy Playtime)

[Hello, My  Sexy Muffins! We just did CatNap the other day but it is now time for DogDay I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here my sexy muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: DogDay Is SENTIENT IN THIS! There are NO CHILDREN SOULS IN HIM!!! He is a SENTIENT MONSTER/TOY!!! No Children Souls! Thank you!!! 

Disclaimer 2: Once Again DogDay Is A Sentient Monster In this, but he is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional Characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have all! Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank You!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With DogDay From Poppy Playtime-

.DogDay is a cheerful and happy monster and he is always looking on the bright side of things with his sunshine demeanor. 

.He is also a very brave and good leader, able to lead the smiling critters in their work in the playtime co. 

.He fell for you a helper who worked with the critters. 

.He found you to be his sunshine, and his kitten as he liked to call you that as well as doll. 

.He had various pet names for you. 

.He is very open with his feelings for you, being very brave to be open with his feelings for you. 

.He is the type of yandere that is like a puppy dog yandere 

.In which he follows you around like a lost puppy dog 

.And how he wants to make you happy and make you smile and laugh. 

.Your smile is like a ray of sunshine to him and your laugh is like an angel's song. 

.Another one of his pet names is his angel as well~ 

.To him you are like an angel and he wants you to be his angel~ 

.Another yandere trait he has is the knight in shining armor type. 

.He will sacrifice his own safety to keep you safe and sound and not risk you ever being hurt. 

.He really is the protective and heroic type of yandere. 

.He calls himself your protector and knows he needs to protect you from the rivals that he has and he does his best to keep all his rivals away. 

.When you leave at the end of your shift he waits for you like he is never going to see you again and this is probably what pushed him to do the Hours of Joy with the others. 

.Knowing that he could keep you to himself and that he will never ever lose you this way. 

.Though he would realize later on what mistake he made and he would be torn on letting you go or keeping you. 

.After the hours of joy he knows that he cannot let you go. 

.Because you will be killed if he lets you try and leave. 

.So he has to keep you by his side and keep you safe. 

.He regrets the hour of joy, but he does not regret having you by his side. 

.He does have a bit of a split as well. 

.He can become unhinged and insane and it is caused most of the time by Catnap's gas. 

.Though this side is deep inside of him anyway. 

.So when he does decide to deal with rivals it starts out as asking them to leave you alone. 

.If they do not leave you alone, he will kill them and drag their body away. 

.He laughs loudly and in a manic way. 

.He is truly insane and unhinged. 

.He of course with this side also has an unhinged and very obsessed yandere side that will be on the edge of breaking your legs if he thinks you will run. 

.When he does confess his love to you. He is worried what would happen if you say no. 

.If you say yes, everything is fine, just fine. 

.If you say no he starts to snap, laughing, and his insane shows where he knocks you out and kidnaps you. 

.If you try and run while he is snapped he will break some legs. 

.So the best thing you can do is be his perfect little, kitty, kitten, doll, sunshine, and angel. 

.Just be good to him and you will have a pretty good life, just do not worry about it and he will take care of you, forever and ever. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

Yandere Sentient DogDay🐶 X Gender Neutral Listener (Poppy Playtime)