#puppy!Reader

[princessbrunette]

people often ask if rafe is ever nice to puppy!reader. of course he is. he just has to be in the right mood.

it wasn’t any kind of behaviour from you that he wasn’t expecting — you were a pogue for gods sake, and one that acted like a stray dog at best — so when you come running into tanny hill after falling out a nearby tree with a bloody hand, rafe is far from surprised.

“the hell did you do now?” he drawls, instantly lifting you under the arms and walking you like that to the kitchen sink as you sob. it had scared you more than anything, and he could tell straight off looking at it that it wasn’t broken or sprained — just all bloody which made it look a lot worse than it was. rafe had his fair share of accidents growing up, especially getting into fights with guys from your side of the island, so he was used to patching up his own hands and wrists.

he places you infront of the tap, listening to your whines and sniffles as you run your hand under the cold water, watching the red slowly wash away as rafe rummages in the drawers for the first aid kit, exasperatedly opening it up on the kitchen counter. he dabs at your hand with a paper towel, drying it off before rustling around the kit.

“the fuck were you thinking, huh? could have knocked yourself out. maybe that would teach you.” he lectures, but he’s not particularly in the worst mood so there’s no real threat behind it. “keep your hand still, alright?” he mutters, quietly in concentration as he begins to wrap it with a bandage.

but the tears keep coming, so unlike your usual happy silly ways. once you’re all bandaged he lets you snuggle against him there in the kitchen, getting tears and snot all over his polo as he sighs, shaking his head and rubbing your back. when you don’t stop crying, really working yourself into a state he feels he has no choice but to lift you, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and burrow into his shoulder.

“alright— okay, it’s over, it’s done kid— just quit crying. you’re fine.” he bounces you anyway and you calm slightly, feeling better now that he was holding you. he was coming to learn that sometimes that was all you needed and a little bit of kindness and warmth went a long way with him. he told himself he’d work on it because it did not come too naturally.

he’s not sure what else to do in terms of physical comfort, so he does what he knows best and snakes his hand under your denim skirt over your ass where he’s holding you. you quiet down a little more, permitting him, drooling and chewing on the collar of his polo.

“yeah… that better?” he asks once he starts rubbing you over your panties and you let out a loud shaky breath, nodding against him. “m’talkin’ to you kid, speak.”

“yes feels b’tter…” you hiccup and he deflates a little, relaxing into it there and then in the tanny hill kitchen as he continues stroking you, listening to your breathing calm.

soon, he’s fucking your clit with his thumb, knuckles deep with your legs still pinned around his waist, voice cracking and breaking into his shoulder. you let out a particularly loud sob and he tsks.

“hey, don’t start this shit again on me alright? just take it… thats right.” he manages to bounce you a little, forcing his fingers deeper and you go limp, body weight dropping against him even more. “uh-huh. got what you need, don’t i?” he mutters as you groan, unable to speak.

say what you want about rafe, but he’d always help you out when you need it.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

puppy!reader mounting wolf!toji because their heat is just too overwhelming. you're so much smaller than him but you're making it work; toji's face is shoved down into the pillows and his back is arched as you drill your hips into his, drool dribbling from the side of his mouth because it all feels so good. his deep growls have turned into softer type of mewls instead, your balls hitting his with every messy thrust you make.

you feel delirious on top of him. your head is dizzy bc toji is just so fucking tight, and so fucking warm. but what gets you the most is just that he's even letting you do it - he's letting a little puppy like you mount him. you can't stop babbling about filling him up, about giving him your pups.

"to– toji, you're gonna take my– ahh knot, yeah?" you babble on top of him, your claws digging into the wolf's waist. you watch his muscles contract as he squirms below you. "please– fuck, please take it?"

all you get back is a grumble and it's enough. you press onto his lower back, making him arch even more and growl when toji's tight hole clenches around your cock. curses stumble from his scarred lips as you rut into him, pushing your tip against the sensitive spot inside him that's making his eyes roll back into his head.

a mixture of your own pre-cum and spit dribble down his heavy balls, making a proper mess of him. toji fucking loves it – your sloppy and desperate thrusts, your groans, the way you're gripping him, the way you're marking him up. bruises and red scratches adorn his skin, hickeys bloom on his neck and his thighs are littered with your teeth marks. toji has never felt like this before.

"fuck– c'mon, puppy." toji rasps from under you, his words a little muffled by the pillows. but you hear him clear and loud. "gimme yer knot."

sweat trickles from the side of your mouth as you push yourself flush against him, your hips stuttering as you cum inside him. your eyes are screwed shut and you can't fucking breathe – the feeling is just so overwhelming. and then toji's twitching and bucking back into you as he reaches his high just from the feeling of you filling him up.

it's so warm. it feels so fucking good. despite the sensitivity, you keep grinding into him – you never want to pull out.

"you're gonna have my puppies..." you sound delirious, your mind tunnel visioning on the task of keeping all your cum inside him.

the knot.

toji's eyes crack open at the feel of the base of your cock swelling up and stretching his hole even wider. "oh– "

your hold on him is bruising. you've never had the chance to knot toji before, not anybody for that matter, so this is all new. and you're addicted. you need to do it again. and again. and again. the sight of your wolf boyfriend bent over before you with your markings all over his big body and your fat knot inside him – yeah, you're definitely doing this again.

[shellxrls]

MDNI | 18+ content cw: puppy!reader, dirty talk, daddy kink, explicit sexual content - unprotected PinV

rafe is a good boyfriend; strong, in control, and most importantly he knows things. rafe knows that you’ll start cursing when you’re about to cum, he knows that when he finally hits that squishy spot inside of you he’ll feel your long glossy nails raking down his back, and above all he knows that you're a simple pup who just needs good fuck to calm herself down.

and at present moment, he was executing just that. he had you wrapped up in a mean cocoon of strength, strong arms flexing lazily by your ears and growing damp with sweat — the sheen so alluring that you decide to stick out your tongue in a fucked out haze and mouth at the bulging muscle.

“daddy fucks you reallll good doesn’t he princess… stickin’ your tongue out like a damn dog all for me,” rafe grunts into your ear, mouthing at the shell until his hot breath makes you go clammy, tummy clenching as your pussy sucks him in.

rafe pulls back when the frequency of your pants increases, easing the weight on your chest and leaning back to display his glistening chest in a way that forces a mournful noise out of you, pussy weeping in tandem, he watches his dick pummel in and out of you all creamy and fluid.

you ogle as his stomach grows tense, shoulders heaving to display sinewy layers of muscle, all tell-tale signs of his culmination to orgasm — and then he moves his hand to roughly slap at your clit, and it hits you faster than you would’ve expected.

you weep, pushing at the mattress and squirming away while rafe lifts up the hood of your clit, spitting directly on it and pinching the bud, “who’s your daddy baby ? c’mon i know it’s somewhere in that little puppy brain of yours,” he demands, smirk growing despite his tenured rigidity.

knowing he wouldn’t let you cum without confirmation, you struggle out a muffled and tearful ‘rafe’.

“uh uh, need to actually hear it,” he repeats.

“mmfffine, you rafe ‘s you,” you slur belligerently, scraping at his chest when he sinks in for a final few thrusts, squeezing you eyes shut albeit from a few stray tears while you finally allow yourself to cum.

rafe follows shortly after, ‘fuckin’knewit’ followed by a string of littered curses until he stills inside you still balls deep, resting gently so his chin lay on your head, giving you the opportunity to suck and bite at his clavicle.

“damn puppy, always bitin’ aren’t you,” he groans, pulling him off much to your bereavement and going to get himself cleaned off before he helps you.

[cute-sucker]

prompt: telling rafe that he's your his best friend. (spoiler: you're dating him)

"you're my best friend, you know?" you whispered with a giddy voice, and rafe looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"shit kid, i'm your best friend?"

"yea' are you okay with that?" you squealed out, tugging at the overalls you have on. you're clutching a vanilla ice cream that he got for you as you sit on the swings. he looks like a total grump, glaring at the sun.

"aren't i your boyfriend? can't be your best friend and boyfriend at the same time," rafe squints staring at you with confusion, and you can't help but giggle. theres something about your hardworking boyfriend making friendship bracelets with you, and sending you love notes. but clearly he sees nothing amusing in this, staring at you with a tired look.

you groaned, "you're no fun rafe! c'mon you're my best friend, right?" you gave him another look, one that tells him to just agree with you, and in complete smitten rafe behavior he nods resigned.

he let out an exasperated sigh, as he wiped the ice cream off your face with a quick nudge. you bite your lip to stop yourself from beaming as he gave you a incredulous look before pushing your swing.

"yeah kid, i'm your best friend now."

[xazse]

Pls breeding with hybrid Gojo. You can chose whatever, I just need to see this 😭😭🙏🏼 where Suguru leaves them and thinks all will be good and they’ll behave only to find out months later ups, there’s a baby!

Warnings. Breeding + Puppyhybrid!Satoru x PuppyHybrid!Reader + fem!reader + pregnancy + not proofread + (I don’t know how to write for babies 😭) dunno if I like the ending it feels kinda sad? Lmk and I’ll revise it.

“Toru, Toru you can’t…”

“Please just this once, feels’ really good doesn’t it?”

“Suguru will get mad”

Here Satoru was balls deep inside of you begging to take the condom off, he hadn’t ever asked before so why is he so curious right now? The little snake chose the perfect time to ask when you’re so vulnerable, under him taking his thick cock and he’s facing you and you’re a sucker for Satoru’s sweet pout.

“Suguru isn’t here, he won’t know promise.”

“Satoru-“ He starts decorating your faces with kisses and whimpering how badly he wants to really feel you. The way he’s biting your neck is making you lose all sense of responsibility.

“Okay Toru but just this once, never again.”

He wastes no time in removing the condom and lining himself up with your weeping hole again, his tip pushes past again and god does it feel so damn good when he’s fully inside of you, you can feel every ridge and every vein of his thick cock.

Satoru doesn’t fair any better four strokes later and the hybrid is spilling inside you, it’s not a weird feeling either, it felt right? It feels really good.

That one time turns into many times during that same week, Satoru pumping you full with his cum over and over, you can’t say no because you like it just as much as he does.

Right now Suguru can do nothing but stare ahead at you in the hospital bed and Satoru on your side: holding a little baby.

He can’t do anything but stare at the little baby in your arms with Satoru’s white colored hair and your matching eyes, he stares at an exhausted you cuddling the little thing up to your face and showing the baby off to all the nurses in the room.

Suguru is going goddamn insane in his mind. he’s remaining calm as to not ruin the atmosphere, he’s trying his hardest not to yell at you and Satoru for something he made sure was perventable.

The baby is a girl you both decided to name “Aya” Suguru wont say it out loud but Aya is an adorable cutie, she has her little ears and an equally small tail that matches yours.

A few days later you’re discharged, he knows you and Satoru can now feel how heavy the air is, the drive home is quiet save for Aya’s light snoring.

“Suguru-“

“How exactly and where are we meant to put her?”

You and Satoru go silent as he goes on his smidge

“I can’t believe-“ he can’t even finish his sentence he’s so appalled at the audacity, he feels like a disappointed father right now and you’re both around the same age as him! How is that possible?!

You both look way different than you did at the hospital right now, wearing a sorrowful expression that differs from the bright smiles you had because of the birth of your daughter.

It’s too late to go back in time so Suguru has to suck it up and help with parenthood.

[bunnys-kisses]

puppy hybrid!simon (18+)

inspirations taken from this post

price had to go away for a little while, which was hard to tell his favourite puppy! he had only recently taken you in and it was hard for him to leave you behind. you were all mopey and sad eyes a week before he left. originally he was going to have you stay at a hybrid daycare for the duration of his time away.

but johnny had another idea! he said that he'd watch you! he joked that if he could handle the mutt hybrid he called simon, he could handle a purebred like you. with your floppy ears and cute tail!

you were so well behaved and price was so proud of you. he made sure anything you needed was packed up for your little "trip" to visit johnny and simon.

johnny wasn't as good of a owner as he propositioned to price. he went out to the bar with kyle for an evening, which left price's pretty (expensive) puppy with the bully mixed mutt that was simon.

didn't take long for the much larger hybrid to almost tear off your cute little clothes and just fuck you. he had his arm around your middle as he pushed his cock as far as it could go. he knew he was hitting up against your cervix.

he chuckled, "gonna make a new breed of puppy with you." his voice was low and grumbled, it made you soaked between your legs as he stretched out your poor little cunt.

when you thought that he was done, he enjoyed when you'd scamper off to go pee or get some water. it only encouraged him to sniff out his mate, as if the trail of his cum leaking down your leg didn't make it easy enough.

he made a face when he saw the trail, it should be in you, little pup! not all over the hardwood floor! eventually he had you over the couch, behind the kitchen island, in the bathroom and finally in simon's bed where he could smother your purebred scent with his.

johnny knew he was fucked when he came home the next morning and found you naked under a partially clothed simon. your belly a bit swollen from the gallons of hybrid cum stuffed in there.

"price, i'm so sorry. i didn't know, i thought he was well behaved!" johnny looked pale when price came home to get you.

you were curled up in simon's arms in the doggy bed. gone were the cute pink bows and little outfits, you were swimming in simon's cheap black t-shirt with a motorcycle on it. but even price could see the slight slope in your belly.

"but, price!" you whined when your owner tried to pull you away from the mutt, as last ditch effort to save you. you kicked out your little legs, "i love him."

the older man sighed. spoiled little puppy. he ended up taking in simon too, he saw how anxious you were without your mate. johnny promised the dog hybrid to visit often but simon was too busy snuggled up with his new missuses (sorry johnny!). now price has two hybrids to take care of plus whatever was slumbering in your belly.

you were still price's little puppy, even if your attention was split between owner and mate. when you ate at the table to eat, you'd give simon a light smack on the hand if he was eating like a prisoner. you pouted your lips and shook your head.

simon sighed and took you by the head to kiss one of your soft ears, "sorry, love." at least price didn't have to train the mutt, you were doing the hard work for him.

simon followed you like a shadow, protective of his mate. and even the home you inhabited. you'd often lie on the doggy bed with simon behind you, large hand on your swollen middle and his lips at the back of your neck. but the mutt wasn't fully house trained. there had been a few times that price would be watching the football game and he could hear the whines of his beloved puppy, only to look over and see simon just pinning you down and rutting against you.

"bad dog." price grumbled as he tried to grab simon by the collar, "she's already pregnant, you animal!"

but price had to admit, you were rather cute all pregnant. if anything your floppy ears only got softer, your smile on wider. price had just wished you picked a mate of a higher caliber.

he wouldn't mind puppies, but you were of a softer breed. you shouldn't have ended up with a bully of a dog. but price had to (begrudgingly) admit, it was nice to know when he went out that there was guard dog in the house.

that didn't mean he was the biggest fan of simon.

"get off of her, simon." price rolled up the newspaper to wack the mutt hybrid, "she's got no room in her for that. she's already swimming in puppies!"

simon growled and just fucked between your thighs until he made a mess of himself. the older man looked at the hybrid and the hybrid looked back in defiance.

you on the other hand were sound asleep on the doggy bed, covered in simon's cum. even that stretch marked lined belly was too.

price was only in his late thirties, he thought he was a little young to be a grandfather figure to the rowdy puppies that you give birth to. all with your beautiful eyes but the personality and points ears of their father.

"i need another drink."

[gremlingottoosilly]

more soft silly puppy reader x koing I'm addicted

Being his little puppy pet wasn't nothing short of humiliating - thankfully, your cute puppy brain can't quite register that. And even if you did feel humiliated by his constant condescension, it's not like you could do anything about it. Good girls should stay in their line, let their masters pet their heads and scratch their ears if they are good. Oh, and you want to be good, don't you? Running around him in laps, tailing him like a pup you are. If he kills a traitor in the ranks, you're right here to hug him right after. If he is on the hunt for humans, you run behind him, so loud and adorable, even the human resistance can't help but want to take a piece of you - and blow their covers, letting them strike. If he just wants to relax and drink something while doing the endless reports on the state of the latest contracts, you'd be right here, on his lap, with your warm pussy enveloping his cock. He was always so adorable - he never wanted a secretary or an assistant, thinking that having to perform yet another social interaction would be too straining, but here he is, with an adorable puppy girl warming his cock and yapping about some cool stuff she saw. You're quite the pair - with your sheer excitement at the world around you, you easily fill the empty air with conversations, letting him just be his gloomy self without any distractions. He hates meaningless chatter - but he can tolerate it as long as your pretty pussy is squeezing his cock and your tummy is filled with his eggs. Of course, as his excited assistant puppy, sometimes he has to punish you, too - usually because you chronically can't follow orders and often end up in dangerous situations because you just can't leave him alone for his missions. He hates seeing you getting harmed, so, of course, he is going to be really mad about the whole being an independent thing - and you should be ready to present your ass for him while he spanks you and tugs on your tail like you're a disobedient pup who really needs her double breeding session. Maybe you'd be a good girl and actually stay in one place after he fucked you so good you couldn't continue to be a dumb chaos bringer...although konig does appreciates your chaotic side - as long as he can continue to keep you on the leash and pet your ears.

[yawnderu]

OKAY BUT !!!!!!!!! if 141 has a spoiled, bratty catgirl then kortac for sure has a very naive and sweet puppygirl! she doesn't understand when they mock her or call her dumb, in fact she thinks that they're being so nice when they say "oh, so you CAN use your brain after all" or "wow, didn't think you'd figure that one out" etc. and laugh. her tail is wagging so hard and she's so excited because that's the biggest amount of praise she ever gets from them.

Yes yes!! TF141 and their spoiled, bratty catgirl could never!!

The KorTac men are so mean, always mocking you for that tiny pea-sized brain you have, purposely getting you riled up with their tone and body language even while they're being so mean to you :(((

They like seeing your expression as they switch their tone and call you their dumb little mutt, clapping their hands and speaking in an excited tone just to see the way your ass moves with your wagging tail, taking turns sitting you on their laps just for you to pepper their rough, scarred faces in wet kisses and licks :(((

Disgusting perverts they are, a group full of mercenaries taking advantage of a puppygirl who's always so excited to see them and has unwavering loyalty towards them, but they can't be that bad if they always give you the tastiest treats even when you have to lick different foods from their hard, huge cocks, right? <333

[lipglossanon]

Deed I Do

Real Dad Dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x Daughter Puppy!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, age gap (Leon is late 40’s and reader is late 20’s), hybrids, jealous Leon, short and sweet, dirty talk, grinding, unprotected sex, breeding kink, knotting, creampie

ETA: this was a commission but I’m a dumbass 😭

Kofi commish by @bumpkin-batch

Word count: 1999

title from Deed I Do by Ruth Etting

Leon stretches, bones and joints popping loudly. 

“Looking forward to that retirement, I’ll bet,” Jill jokes as she passes by him to sit at the desk behind Chris’. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes and stands up from his desk chair. 

He usually works away from Chris’ desk, out on patrol alongside his owner, but after turning 40, they kept him pushing paper and training new pups. This new batch coming in has him excited, although he’d never admit it. It’s the very first litter he sired back when he was in the breeding program decades ago.

“Aww, aren’t they cute!” Rebecca coos as Chris brings in the new lineup of would-be police dogs.

Leon would roll his eyes, but he’s too busy cataloging each of the new pups. There are seven in all—five boys and two girls. Aside from the girl on the end, they’re all stoic and calm. She, on the other hand, keeps letting her emotions get the best of her—tail wagging happily before remembering to stay still. 

Leon has a really good feeling she won’t be cut out for police work. It sends a little pang of worry through his chest, but he squashes it down in favor of watching them. As they’re put through their paces, Leon keeps an eye out on the girl. Just to make sure she does what she’s told. 

Weeks fly by in this new routine. A few of the recruits are turning out not to be fit for police work. The girl is definitely too friendly and useless at trying to apprehend someone breaking the law. Another pup, a boy, is too hyper. He’s already broken through three harnesses and accidentally bit an officer. 

But still, five out of seven new police dogs isn’t anything to sneeze at; Leon’s proud the majority have what it takes, like himself. The boy’s already been adopted by Barry. His two daughters have been begging for a hybrid to play with after school, and with his energy, he’ll be a perfect fit. The girl, on the other hand, is much too sweet and soft. Leon’s been keeping an ear out for what they’re going to do with her. 

He’s taken a liking to the pup; she’s earnest and kind, something he doesn’t get to see every day. She’s started to hang around Chris’ desk with him when the recruits have free time. It could explain why Chris suddenly springs it on him that he’s taking her home at the end of the week. 

“She’s just not going to fit in here,” the dark haired man gestures to the empty office, “and I don’t want her going to a shelter to sit for god knows how long. You two get along, and this way you won’t be home alone when you retire next month.”

Leon scoffs, but secretly he’s extremely pleased about the new situation. His own little girl is getting to stay with him. He can teach her all the things she wouldn’t learn here, especially with him being gone. And she’s so sweet. He’s happy he can spend this time with her and not have to worry about the job. 

Friday rolls around, and you’re a ball of joy. Leon even finds himself smiling at your excited chattering while he leads you out to Chris’ vehicle. You grow quiet on the drive to your new home, but your tail wagging assures Leon that you’re happy. Chris helps you get settled into your new room, right next to Leon, and gives you a quick tour of the house as the dogman follows behind.

There are a few bumps in dealing with a new pup in his space, but Leon wouldn’t change it for anything. He’s looking forward to retirement just that much more. In the meantime, he shows you the ropes. Cuddling, playing, annoying Chris—you guys do it all together. You groom each other too, something Leon finds himself seeking out more and more. Lately, you’ve been smelling downright edible. 

He’s had to excuse himself from your cuddling before he gets too hard to hide it. You’ve also been extra clingy lately, practically gluing yourself to him at every chance you get. Leon calls it quits midweek, and as soon as Chris opens the front door, you’re pressed all along Leon’s side with a wide smile. 

“Congratulations!” You kiss his cheek, and he gets a whiff of something sweet and tart, making his mouth water. 

You usher him into the kitchen and throw out your hands, “Ta-da! I made your favorite!”

Grinning, he ruffles your ears, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, ducking your head out of shyness, “Thanks, dad. I hope you like it.”

Picking up the fork, Leon takes a bite of the lemon cake. Sweet.. tangy.. soft.. moist. The errant thought that this is what your cunt might be like makes his eyes flutter closed with a groan. 

“It’s good?” Your eyes peer at him, ears perking up. 

“Delicious,” he pats your head, and your tail whips back and forth.

“Chris, you have to try some!” You call out, heading back into the living room. 

Leon takes a few more bites, mouth salivating at the taste. He needs to get his shit together. You bring Chris into the kitchen with you, and Leon watches him shower you with praise over the dessert. You become more and more flustered, and an ugly feeling of jealousy rears its head in his chest. 

“You okay?” 

With a start, Leon blinks, realizing a low growl has been building up in his chest. 

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about something,” he clears his throat. “Well, I’m beat, so I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.”

“Oh, okay,” your ears droop, and it makes his heart hurt. 

“Did you need me?”

You pick at your nails, “Could we watch a movie together? I’m feeling kinda under the weather.”

Warm satisfaction suffuses him over your asking him and not Chris, “Sure, just meet me in my room once I finish showering.”

“Okay!” You smile brightly and hurry off to your room.

“I’m glad you guys are getting along,” Chris chuckles before stuffing another bite of cake into his mouth. 

“Don’t eat all of it,” Leon points to the dessert, “that’s technically for me.”

“It’s one slice,” Chris rolls his eyes. 

Leon’s nose twitches, and he waves his owner off, heading to the bathroom. After showering, Leon wraps his lower waist with a towel before realizing he didn’t bring a change of clothes. It’s a habit he’ll have to learn to break since you’ve moved in. Sighing to himself, he makes his way to his room, hoping you haven’t come in just yet. 

His hopes are dashed when he sees your wide-eyed look as you lay in bed. His sheets are gonna smell like you, and it makes his cock twitch. Pulling in a deep breath to calm himself, he nearly chokes as your sweet scent floods his nose. He knows he’s looking at you a little too heatedly.

“Sorry, I’ll get dressed.” He finally breaks eye contact and heads to his dresser. 

He throws on an old tee and slips on a pair of sweats under the towel before tossing it in the hamper. You scooch over to make room for him, and as soon as he’s lying back, you’re practically clambering on top of him. You throw one thigh over his legs, the heat of your cunt a hot brand against his leg. Burying your face against his chest, you nuzzle and scent your way up to his neck. 

“Dad,” you whine, “I feel sick.”

“Sick how?” He murmurs, trying to clear the fog in his brain as you subtly grind against him. “Have you been taking your meds?”

You shake your head no, pressing your nose against the pulse in his neck. 

“I ran out. Chris is s’posed to pick them up tomorrow,” you mumble, lips brushing against his skin and raising the hair on his neck. 

“Oh, baby,” he croons, cock chubbing in his sweats. “It’s heat sickness, my sweet pup.”

No wonder you’ve smelled so good lately. He grips your hips and helps you straddle his lap. 

“Take these off,” he snaps the band of your shorts, “gonna make my sweet girl feel better.”

Whimpering, you quickly slip off all your clothes until you’re sitting completely naked on his thighs. He pushes his sweats down just enough to free his hardening cock. 

Your tail thumps against his legs. “Smell so good, dad.”

“So do you, baby,” he helps you sit your chubby pussy on his cock, pressing the thick length against his abs. “Just rub against me.”

Nodding your head, you brace your hands on his forearms as they grip your hips. Whining, your pussy lips part around his cock, and you slowly rut against him, dragging your slick all along his fat dick. 

“That’s it, doing so good giving daddy a pussy job,” he groans, jerking you back and forth as you frot against him. 

Whining, you hump down against his cock, precum and slick smearing across your cunt until there’s a sticky mess between you both. Leon grunts, feeling his knot starting to form at the base of his dick. 

“Fuck, gonna make daddy pop his knot, baby,” he drops his head back as you moan loudly. 

“Want it, please dad, my pussy feels so empty,” you pull away, shiny strings of slick clinging to his cock. 

“Shh, shh,” he runs his palms up your thighs before bringing one hand back down to grip his cock. “I’ll give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, biting your lip when Leon slaps his cock against your pudgy clit. 

He uses his thumb to press the head down to guide it into your drooling hole. You both pant and sigh as you slowly sink your cunt down until you're flush with your dad’s hips. Leon’s eyes nearly cross from how tight you are, walls soft and wet as they squeeze his cock.

“So good, fuck, gonna knot you, sweetheart, knot this sweet little pussy,” he growls out, pulling out to shove you down onto the mattress. 

He manhandles you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up before fucking his cock back into you, bottoming out in your squelching heat. He sees you bite down on the pillow to muffle the cry that slips from your mouth. Your pussy flutters and grips his cock tightly, sucking him in until the tip kisses your cervix. Growling low, he roughly pumps his hips, slipping his cock in and out of your perfect pussy. 

“You’re perfect, fucking meant for me,” he leans forward to bite and kiss your neck, “fat pussy a perfect fit for my cock.”

“Dad, dad, feels so good,” you whimper brokenly, “want your knot, want your pups, daddy.”  

“Fuck,” he snarls against your ear, cock pistoning deeper into your greedy hole. “Cum for me, pup, and I’ll knot your wet pussy.”

He reaches underneath you to circle and pinch your swollen clit. You thrash and buck against him, mewling and gasping as he works you closer to your orgasm. His knot catches at your hole, and as soon as your back arches, your pussy cumming around his cock, he shoves his knot past your clenching hole and locks you together. 

“Dad!” You cry out, voice muffled from where you’re pressed into the sheets.

“Ohhh,” he lazily humps your ass, rutting his cock and knot deeper into your cunt, “so good, baby. You did so well for daddy.”

You hum happily, and he nuzzles against your neck, laying you both on your sides so you can rest comfortably.

“I’ll fill you up again later to keep you from getting sick,” he murmurs in your ear and groans when your pussy milks and pulses around his cock. 

“Thanks, dad.”

He smiles and presses a kiss on your hair. He really does have a sweet pup.

[bunniidollii]

just john b and subspace <3 no more needs to be said

you can’t help but just turn to putty whenever you spend any time around your boyfriend. it’s not your fault he only talks to you in that docile sympathetic tone. and he’s cruel about it— coaxing you into that submissive headspace in the least convenient situations, revelling in your embarrassment conflicting your desire. john b’s favourite time to do just this is when you’re all cuddled up outside the chateau, bodies pressed right up against each other. so he really can’t blame you when you start grinding your core against his thigh as his thumb slips into your mouth.

“you doin’ good there pup?” he murmurs down at you with the familiar faux-sympathy he always uses to get you worked up, careful not to disturb the rest of the pogues relaxing outside.

you manage to whimper out a strangled “daddy” between his thumb as you greedily sucked on it, grinding your panty-cladded core continuously against the cargo material of his shorts, already lost in a lust-filled haze.

“‘m still john b for now pup, gotta save all that for later, yeah?”

he knew your response before you could even open your mouth, just from the way you looked up at him with your pleading eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as they left wet stains in their wake.

“can’t daddy, need you now”

he’s quick to shush the whine that leaves your lips when he separates the two of you, getting up and out of the hammock to pick you up and place your writhing form against the side of his hips. your legs wrapped tightly around him as one of john b’s cupped the plush of your ass firmly. none of the others pay the two of you any attention, used to your antics after a couple of drinks. besides jj, who sends your boyfriend a subtle wink as they share a laugh at some inside joke you’re too lost in subspace to care about.

“been such a good girl, haven’t you? been such a patient girl for daddy.”

you simply moan in response as john b sets you down so you’re straddling his lap, wet core pressing up against his hard cock. your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders as his set to work on your clit, the rough pad of his finger circling the spot you desired him most. a little mantra of “daddy” repeatedly leaves your mouth as john b continues to swirl your slick across your pussy, before teasingly slipping a finger into your cunt.

by this point your tongue was hanging out your mouth, drool dripping down onto john b’s shoulder as it trickled down his back. he was talking you through it all with the same voice that lured you into this position in the first place, as his callous palms gripped your hips and jolted you across his crotch.

deep grunts left his mouth inbetween his teasing remarks, mocking you for being “such a dumb puppy, so wet and needy just from a lil’ dry humping”. the garbled moans that left your mouth only made him harder, priding himself in making you so cockdrunk with just his words.

he could tell you were close to your climax by the way your fingers dug even deeper into his shoulder, biting into the flesh of his collarbone to silence your screams. his grip didn’t relent as you came down from your high, continuing his quick pace as he guided you back and forth against his hard dick that strained against his pants.

your cries of overstimulation and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned fully against his chest for support were enough to push him against the edge. a thick pool of cum leaking through his boxers, causing a small dark patch to form on the front of his shorts.

never one to mess an opportunity, proving just how obsessed with john b’s dick you were, you quickly moved to sit inbetween his legs as you undid his zipper. getting the hint, he lifted up his hips to help you in removing his shorts, followed shortly by his boxers after you licked a couple of stripes across his clothed dick. you buried your face into the soiled underwear, relishing in his scent as you licked the cum off the material. once satisfied you had reached your fill with the piece of clothing, you began licking long and wet stripes up john b’s cock, practically inhaling his cum at the speed you were going at.

you then sat there, his once again hardened cock now in your mouth as you slobbered up and down, occasionally letting out a few gags when john b’s hand pushed down on the back of your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair. a perfect way to end an evening.

[rafesbunny]

sweetheart- r.c 🎀

concept- rafes gf being close with ward and rose and spending more time with them than him

rafes girl would become really close with ward and rose. she’s a sweetheart and wants to be respectful towards them, and have a good relationship, especially since she’s always round tannyhill. rose would take her out on girls days and they would go for brunch and shopping. ward would start inviting her to family events and holidays. she loves it sm, knowing that rafes family loves her. and so does he to a certain extent, though he feels like she hangs out with them a lot now and he doesn’t have as much alone time with her.

he’s had enough one night when she’s getting ready at her vanity in rafes rooms and he asked her where she’s going and sweetly she said, “got dinner with ward and rose, rafey” still applying makeup and he starts rambling on about how he wasn’t told about this, asking for the time they’re going and how he feels like he never gets told anything in this house. and when he’s done ranting, she looks up at him innocently and says, “no rafe, just me and them, not you. you’re babysitting wheez tonight.” and goes back to getting ready and he’s just standing there like what, why are you spending a friday night with my parents???? but he doesn’t say anything and just goes back downstairs.

[princessbrunette]

cant get the idea of puppy!reader just sitting down on john b's lap and feverishly making out with him at a party- she does NOT care if he's in the middle of a conversation.

✧˖��. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

you’re sloppy and fairly careless when you’re sober — so lord knows what you are drunk. you’d like to blame john b for your actions. sat there, talking away to other party goers on the couch. he’s wearing that flannel — the soft one that you always steal to go to sleep in, but it looks different on him. better. where he’s slouched on the couch, legs spread, the fat on his tummy makes a little hill beneath his shirt, a couple of extra pounds being gained since you started your relationship. he was still firm in all the other places, but the extra meat made him warmer, heavier, more cuddly and fuckable. it made you wanna be on him all the time.

so you stumble over, forever the light weight and jj announces your presence with a smirk, knowing that look in your eye. “uh oh, here comes trouble.” he says as you approach, but you don’t feel like you’re causing trouble — not when john b turns his gaze from his conversation to look at you with that soft smile like you were his everything. god, you had to have him.

you straddle his lap, giggling and falling on him and he effortlessly rectifies this, pulling you in a more comfortable position. he puckers his lips for the kiss first, probably hoping for a peck and getting a lot more bang for his buck. you place clammy hands on his cheeks and place intimate open mouthed kisses on his lips, breathing into his mouth all needy and desperate. seriously, people had to look away because it was so much — anyone would think he was hitting it raw right there on the couch from the way you was kissing him.

“slow your roll, partner.” he smirks against your lips, trying to ease you up in a kind way as to not embarrass you whilst reminding you that you’re in public — but you knew, you just didn’t care.

“missed you daddy…” you mewl against his mouth and he’s still smirking, clearly amused by the whole thing.

“missed me all the way from the drinks table?” he pulls back as much as he can, cocking an eyebrow and you giggle, hands roaming wherever you could reach. you were currently pawing at his chest, but he was taking it as a sign to escort you out because he knew it was only a matter of time because you start grabbing at his dick through his jeans.

“uh-huh.” you beam, eyes hazy and voice slurred. he gives your ass a subtle squeeze, purely because he can’t help himself and you groan, already knowing that you’re oozing on his leg.

“uh-huh.” he repeats with that same low register that made you need him, a grin of his own lingering as he stares for a moment before switches on his social face and turns to the crowd, shuffling in the seat to sit up more with you in his lap, talking over your shoulder to his friends. “aaaand on that note. i’m gonna get this one home. think she’s had a little too much.” he scrunches his nose, lifting you easily to stand on your own two feet and gripping your waist to ensure you won’t fall.

“we’re gonna fuck!” you announce happily with your arms in the air, luckily causing the small group to erupt into laughter because john b without hesitation chooses to duck down and throw you over his shoulder instead.

“aaalright. enough from you.” he shakes his head, instinctually pulling your skirt down to protect your decency before offering a final wave to his friends, manoeuvring you to the exit.

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

[chiaraanatra]

Cloud 9

𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏: John B knows just how to put you on cloud 9.

Warnings: characters are 18+, puppy!reader, pet names (pup & princess), suggestive language, post-sex, no smut, no use of Y/N.

AN: First piece for John B! Got inspired by @starfxkr & @princessbrunette with their interpretation of puppy!reader and Jombee. I absolutely love both of them and their work so if you haven't checked them out please do!

《 m.list || ao3 》

John B never understood how you had so much energy after being railed within an inch of your life. Yet there you were, jumping around without a care in the world as if all your problems melted away with only his touch.

The tall brunette could only shake his head as he watched you run circles around his bedroom at the Chateau, clad in only your panties and one of his shirts.

"We should play a game or something... Ooo or the beach! Surfing? Or there's that one movie I've wanted to see... what's it called? It has that one cute guy in it..."

As you continued to ramble, you didn't notice John B remove himself from the bed until you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. He leaned down, lips dangerously close to your ear, "Good dick just puts you straight on cloud 9 doesn't it, pup?"

You couldn't help but blush and giggle at his statement. You turned in his arms, bright eyes looking up at him. His tall figure seemed to loom over you. “I just feel so good! I don't know how to describe it but I feel... lighter? Like all my worries are just, poof, gone!"

He once again leaned in closer to you, "I'm glad I can make you feel that way, princess." He left soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck just under your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine.

Despite John B's sweet words and loving touch, your body was on vibrate and you couldn't help but wiggle in his grasp as you felt like you were about to explode. “Jombee can we please do something..?” you whined.

A devious smirk formed on his lips as his grip on your waist tightened in an attempt to keep you still, “How’s about round two?”

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

OBX Taglist: @ineedtosusoutmyreadinglist @daisydark

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[teddybeartoji]

ᓚᘏᗢ A HYBRIDS MASTERLIST

✎ SNOW LEOPARD!SATORU GOJO

— snow leopard gojo thoughts (just some headcanons)

— he wants to take care of you (gn!reader, suggestive, 0.3k)

— he loves the snow! (gn!reader, fluff, 0.8k)

— snow leopard!gojo and piss (gn!reader, mature, 1.5k)

— rut thoughts (gn!reader, mature)

— him helping you out while you're on your period (fem!reader, fluff, mature, 0.6k)

— not being good enough, jealousy and marking you up (gn!reader, mature)

★ - ☆ - ★ - ☆

✎ PUPPY!SATORU GOJO

— a whimpering and crying satoru is the best satoru (gn!reader, mature, 1.6k)

— puppy!gojo loves piss (gn!reader, mature, 0.5k)

★ -

✎ TOJI FUSHIGURO

— big bad wolf!toji chases his sweet innocent bunny!reader through the forest (gn!reader, mature, )

— wolf!toji and bunny!reader and a collar (fem!reader, mature)

— kitty!reader taking care of toji (gn!reader, suggestive, 0.4k)

— toji throat-training bunny!reader and puppy!reader

— puppy!reader mounting toji (male!reader, mature, 0.5k)

★ - ☆ - ★ - ☆

✎ RYOMEN SUKUNA

— tiger!kuna likes taking care of kitty!reader (gn!reader, suggestive, 0.4k)

— tiger!kuna and toji get turned on by watching kitty!reader try to act all tough and feral (gn!reader, mature, dc, 2k)

★ -

✎ YUUTA OKKOTSU

— wolf!yuuta loves your scent (he wants to eat you out so fucking bad) (fem!reader, mature, 0.3k)

★ - ☆

✎ SUGURU GETO

★ - ☆

✎ SHOKO IEIRI

— butcher!shoko and lamb!reader

✎ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

— bunny!megumi thoughts

★ -

[cute-sucker]

can we see pogue!rafe telling reader one day they're gonna make it and be much more comfortable and then she can have everything she wants IM SORRY pogue rafe makes me angsty

note: this is pup and pogue!rafe all the way. inspiration from pogue!rafe goes to @.princessbrunette

you're very low maintance overall, wearing dirty scuffed shorts, and a wife beater that you stole from rafe. sometimes rafe has to grab you to tell you how dirty you look, smelling of grass with marks of dirt on your jorts.

he gets more annoyed when you continue to wear his clothes. a white unbuttoned shirt with a cropped tee, and while rafe will raise an eyebrow then and then again telling you that you're gonna get cold, you can see the feigned annoyance that flickers in his eyes time and time again. but he doesn't get too annoyed with you, somehow kinder, and sweeter with you than anyone he knew.

sometimes people were surprised, the way that he would cower for you. one time you had come home with a bruised hip after ducking to get a softball for a bunch of ten-year-olds, and came home wobbling for him to soak you a bath, chastening you to be careful. if you told anyone how soft he was for you, they would laugh, swearing that you were lying.

sometimes you had to get rafe to stop doting on you in front of his friends, rugged workers who would raise an eyebrow every single time they saw rafe kneel to tie your shoelaces.

"every goddamn time pup," he muttered lowly, "you're going to trip and i'm gonna have to kiss your boo boos? huh? answer me." rafe whispered crudely, while licking his lips as you flushed trying to look anywhere but his co-workers.

(you hated it so much that later on you were shoving your tongue down his throat telling him how much you loved him)

life was good. life was sweet, even if you couldn't get the nicest thing that there was in town, or that sometimes you had to settle for those cheap restaurants, or even if you had to dig out the nastiest rench out of the toilet after it had dropped. (okay, the last one was just a fun adventure rafe had told you not to do)

but there's something about that dress in the window. that stares back at you, and you can't help but feel this aching in your heart. it's this feeling that you can't escape when you walk past it every single day. the little ruffles, and the sheer beauty of the dress. sometimes you bite your tongue before walking past it, willing yourself to stop yourself.

when people told you a dress was meant for you, you had laughed toying with your jeans, wistfully nodding your head. the worst thing about it was the price tag.

one time you had willed yourself to enter in there, cold hands in your pants, as you skimmed past the other clothing to cut to the dress. just turning it over, you felt as if someone punched you in the stomach. 200 dollars? goddamn it, and then you quickly walked out, forgetting to say goodbye.

when you reached home, you pushed the door open in your shitty apartment, quickly going to get a strawberry soda. you ignored the raised eyebrow that rafe gave you, and before you knew it you were sniffling and running into the bedroom.

"uh—shit, hey, what's wrong?" his muffled voice rings clear into your head, "pup. can't cut me out like that. i thought we worked on that. managing your emotions and n’shit." there's a tone of concern in his voice, and you know he's stopping himself from barging in into the small room.

that was the first thing the two of you worked on. due to how small the place was, and given how much space both of you needed, you had rules to knock if the other went into a room, angry. rafe had started it, sitting you down telling you that sometimes he needed to be alone.

you bite your lip, folding yourself into a ball, as you mewl a "you can come in."

rafe entered the room with a sigh, folding his hands seeing you scrawled on the wooden floor. you bat your eyes, wispy eyelashes wet from crying, and you can't help yourself but reach out for him. he sits next to you, nudging you to scoot closer. you do, pressing your face against the folds of his button-up, smelling in the scent of peppermint and dirt.  

"you wanna tell me what that was about?"

you sober up, as he sits down next to you. you push your face closer to his chest as you shake your head. you couldn't dare tell him why you were feeling so horrible. you couldn't tell him you felt horrible because you couldn't have some stupid dress. money issues were something that rafe was used to, and for you to use it against him would be inhuman. no, you had what was the most important—rafe.

"so you're—you're gonna sulk?" he drawls, voice cruelly sweet, "c'mon kid, you can't just leave me hanging here. my sweet girl can't be crying."

you hiccupped, rubbing your eyes as you detached yourself from him, "no, i really can't tell you."  

now he was on alert, eyes sharp as he looked you over. you were never the one to cry and not tell him what was going on. make matters worse you would mope for weeks over the smallest thing. be it an animal documentary, or a story of a baby dying before meeting their mother. last week you had sobbed over the death of a ladybug.

"hey? hey!" rafe shook his head as he leaned closer to you to wipe away your tear, "did someone say something to you? just give me a name. i'll take care of you, you know i will."

this made you cry even harder, and you watched rafe look completely confused, as he tries to console you, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek, rubbing his hands against his sides. he looks completely helpless, and out of his element.

"it's about a dress," you whisper out, unsure as you look up at him, watching his lips twitch into a jeering smile.

"shit kid. all this-" rafe waved his hands around, a condencing tone edging in his voice, "all of this is about a dress? what's it made out of of—and uh, what the hell happened?"

somehow you can't help but laugh at his increditious tone, and realise how stupid it was of you not to tell him in the first place. he's your boyfriend, practically your best friend and everything to you.

you sniffled, "theres this dress that i see on my way to work, and it's so pretty, and i wish it was mine. every single time i see it, i feel like i'm betraying you."

rafe looked confused, running a hand through his hair "how would you be betraying me? 'just a dress."  

now you feel like crying even more, snot running down your face as he grabs your face to wipe it away, "no, rafe! not the dress. it's—" you let out a heavy sigh, "it's not the dress. it's the concept."

he looked amused, rubbing your back, "and that concept is?"

"that i'm not happy with you, and that i'm so greedy because i want a stupid dress, and that you deserve better, and that i'm just in it for the money!" you burst out, wailing at this point crumbling into rafe's arms. "i'm a bad person, rafe! i'm a bad person-"

and he says nothing. instead he gathers you in his arms, gently rubbing your head, as you whimpered softly. he's whispering something softly to you, as you try to burrow yourself closer to him.

"kid?"

"yea?"

"you're not a bad person for wanting something nice and new. especially if it's something that matters to you, uh, you gotta let yourself feel like that sometimes," he whispered out awkwardly, but when you look up at him you see the way that his eyes crinkled earnestly. he really cares about you, really cares about you.

"hell," he let out a laugh, "sometimes i feel like that. sometimes i want what those kooks have. those private jets, and houses and golf, and that doesn't make me a bad person," and then he gives you a soft smile before sobering up.

"what it means is that we gotta work harder for it," rafe mutters, pulling you closer, "but you and me?"

you nod waiting for him to say something.

"you and me are in for it. big time. and if it's some fancy dress you want, shit, i'm going to get you that dress, but you gotta wait," he coughed.

"i know this looks bad," he said, nudging at the apartment around the two of you, "but it's going to get better."

then he rests your head on his shoulders, and you feel more grateful than you ever.  

[shellxrls]

pup bites and suckles on john b’s fingers whenever cuz it calms her down and one day jj happens to be in a prickly mood and takes notice, mumbling under his breath “shouldn’t be bitin’ the hand that fingers you.. or whatever it ‘s.”

to which john b turns around like 😐 and pup just giggles and tells him it’s silly cuz “bee’s whole hand can’t fit in there jayj !! 3 of his fingers are basically the size of m—,” before john b cuts her off by pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth.