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[srjaat]

7 most important dog commands

[beloveds-embrace]

Roomate!AU thoughts - they get worried about you when they're away on deployment, especially after a night where someone broke into the apartment (thankfully you were staying at a friends working on a group project for college) and they saw on the cameras that they didnt take anything from the house. It meant only one thing, they were there to hurt you. They're protectiveness goes up tenfold from what it already was, telling you to stay at your friends for the week bevause they would be home then and make sure you were never alone. When the come back, they move immediately to a place with a better security system and a higher police presence. They also get you a dog, a 10 week old Malinois puppy that they start training as a guard and personal protection dog for you to keep them safe when they're away. They love watching you with the pup, taking care of it as if it was your child, and love watching you on the cameras all cuddled up with the dog on the sofa, peace on their heart knowing they have something there to keep you safe while their away

Wait omg yes?? They are away on deployment but they are absolutely sending you a text to check on you ever hour and if not them, it’s Laswell who does. You’ve been given strict, actual orders to not leave your friend’s house and your friend has been given even stricter orders to stay with you and neither one is about to disobey them now lol

“Your roommates are scary,” she tells you, shivering. But pats your shoulder. “Good for you, though. I wouldn’t have let you go back, anyways. Not safe at all.”

The week passes like that, and when they return, they don’t take you back to the old apartment to stay. They take you there to help you pack up your shit because in that week, they’ve already bought a new apartment with better security and even closer to the station and your college and they don’t even let you stress about what it means for you and your rent- “It’ll stay the same, love. Don’t worry your pretty head.”

They don’t let you worry about the person who broke in, either. Johnny and Simon come back one night from what you assumed must’ve been a date night, but they kind of smell metallic like blood when they join you on the couch and snuggle you between them.

You aren’t stupid. But… if anything, you honestly find the implications hot. As hot as it was watching Kyle install new cameras and sensors and give you a forehead kiss when you just stood there nice and pretty in your attempts of being helpful. As hot as it was watching John basically command the building’s security around, holding you close to him with his arm.

Also- yes to the puppy 🥹 you get to name her and she adores you, little paws constantly clicking on the floor as she follows you and a nose pressed to your legs. She takes wonderfully to her training, and obeys all her commands and you even got to see how she tore one one of the training equipment.

And they love watching you with her, be it through the cameras or actually there with you. It’s nice to see you so happy and content, either napping with the puppy in your arms or playing around the apartment with her, or curled on the couch with her tucked against you.

They didn’t let their guard down, though. Even if they took care of the intruder. They would never risk you getting hurt, or anything happening to you.

Never.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Pet Pastimes.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Dub/Con, Hybrid AU, Snow Leopard!Gojo, Puppy!Reader, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Degradation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Reader Is Very Oblivious, and Manipulation.

“And you’re sure this is going to help?”

Satoru had been agitated when Suguru first brought you home – all dolled up in your collar, ecstatic to be led along the very same leash he always strained against. You were more obedient than most of the unruly mutts he knew, always happy enough to sit patiently and wait for your next command, but it would take more than a few weeks of passable behavior to convince Satoru dogs were anything but hyper and messy and so loud, he could hear their mindless barking from a mile away. The fact that you were supposedly here to ‘help’ him (Suguru called you a “service animal”, said most captive-born exotic hybrids had more domestic companions, but Satoru didn’t think you deserved such a pretentious title) didn’t make anything better. Satoru didn’t need help. What he needed was Suguru’s attention, but if he couldn’t have that, he’d settle for yours.

“Oh, I’m sure, puppy.” His fist tightened around the base of his cock. Suguru wasn’t home – just a quick errand, he’d claimed, it should only take a few minutes, as if that was an excuse for leaving his favorite pet and dutiful companion at home – and Satoru barely waited for the apartment door to lock before luring you into the kitchen and telling you to get on your knees while he leaned against the counter, Suguru’s forgotten phone well within reach. Currently, you were kneeling in front of him, your hands balled on your thighs and your gaze almost cross-eyed as you struggled to see what he was holding to your lips. He thought you would’ve had a little more experience, but your first owner must’ve been the sheltering type. Part of him was annoyed that he’d have to pick up the slack and teach you something so basic, but overall, he was pleased to know that it would be a long, long time before you got enough practice in to replace Satoru as Suguru’s favorite playmate. “I’ve just been feeling a little stressed out lately,” he said, drawing it out each word, giving your stupid canine brain time to process what he was saying. “This’ll really help me relax. You wanna help me out, right?”

Automatically, you nodded – your pressed frown instantly replaced with an eager smile. Your ears perked up, your concerns completely forgotten when presented with the chance to do what you’d been trained for. “Please, ‘toru,” you whined, and he fought the urge to cringe at the way Suguru’s nickname sounded coming out of your mouth. “Please let me help!”

It was almost cute, just how desperate you were to make him happy.

Almost.

He forced himself to smile back at you, using one hand to scratch at the base of your ears while the other jerked lazily over his cock. He was already hard, thankfully, and at the added stimulation, the sight of you practically drooling on yourself to get a taste of his cock, he felt himself twitch – thick pearls of arousal beginning to bead at the tip and drip onto your chin. You didn’t seem to care, to notice. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that his was the first cock you’d ever seen. “Can you open your mouth for me? Big n’ wide, just like I showed you.”

Like the trained dog you were, you obeyed immediately – letting your mouth fall open and looking up at him with the same bright, expectant eyes that must’ve won Suguru over, when he first picked you up. His hips wanted to buck forward, to bury him to the hilt in your newly available hole, but he held himself back, told himself he had to ease you into it no matter how little you’d done to earn his oh so generously given kindness. In the end, he settled for swiping his thumb over the flushed tip before resting it gingerly on your splayed-out tongue. It only took a second for you to stiffen, to jerk back. You didn’t cough or sputter, but your mouth snapped shut, your expression taking on a certain unease. Satoru fought the urge to bare his teeth. “Is something wrong, puppy?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” You closed your mouth, looking away. “It tasted weird. It was bitter, n’ stuff.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look, if you still don’t think you can handle this, I can just tell Suguru you decided you’d rather go back to the pound—”

“Please don’t!” Your hands shot to his thighs. “I’ll be good, I promise, and I can’t— I don’t want to go back to the—”

“Then open your mouth.” After a second, you straightened, your lips parting and your jaw going slack. Still, he feigned reluctance, narrowing his eyes into a half-hearted glare as he raked his fingers through your hair and tugged half-heartedly, just hard enough to draw out a strained whimper. “And this time, don’t fuck everything up just because it ‘tastes weird’. If you do that again, I’ll have to tell Suguru you were being a bad dog.”

Your ears drooped, your tail falling slack against the tiled floor. Still, you managed not to jerk back as he slid his cock into your open mouth, slotting his tip against the velvety inside of your cheek. He could see you wince, your shoulders rising as you fought the urge to pull away, but even if you’d tried, the fingers knotted in your hair would’ve kept you rooted to the floor as he rolled his hips and thrust shallowly into the hollow of your cheek. Your tongue was smooth compared to his and wide compared to Suguru’s, and he could tell you were fighting not to move, not to explore the unknown factor trespassing inside of you. With a slight hum, he took pity on you – hazy lust having softened his previous annoyance. “It’s okay, puppy – you can lick, if you want to.” There was a moment of hesitation, then the broad flat against your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing the shape of a prominent vein Suguru tended to favor, too. He shuddered, but told himself it was only out of reflex. You got lucky, that was all. “Mind your teeth. I’m takin’ you back to the shelter myself if you bite down.”

You tried to nod, but gave up quickly. Instead, your acknowledgment came in the form of your tongue curling around his tip, licking at the arousal dripping down his shaft, doing your best to lap at the shaft of his cock despite the awkward angle. Saliva and pre-cum pooled in the corners of your mouth, but you didn’t dare tilt your head back, didn’t dare swallow - keeping your mouth wide open as he drew back just far enough to pull out of your cheek and aim, instead, towards the back of your throat. You flinched, your dull nails scraping against his thighs, but it was easy to drown out the dull spark of pain as your tight throat fluttered and tightened around his cock, as the hand still wrapped around his base fell away in favor of joining its twin on the back of your skull and pulling you flush against his crotch. This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from reacting – your body lurching against his legs as you gagged, as you tried to wretch yourself out of his hold, but he was too far gone to so much as consider letting you go. “Stupid mutt,” he mumbled, cupping the back of your skull while you fought not to suffocate on his length. “Don’t even know how to breathe right. Can’t do anything on your own, huh, can you?”

Your only response was a choked inhale, a string of incoherent gibberish half-muffled by his cock. Drool wasn’t the only thing dripping down your face, now – tears were rolling down your cheeks, fat and hot, drawing thick trails through the mess of cum and spit. Your tongue wasn’t moving, anymore, but he didn’t care – your mouth was warm and soft and fuckable enough to make up for your lack of skill. You were beating at his legs, too, your little hands made even smaller when compared to him, and for a second, he could be convinced that you were a little cute. Not cute enough to deserve as much of Suguru’s attention as you got, obviously, but cute.

His cock pulsed against the convulsing walls of your throat, and he cursed under his breath. You let out a pained whine as he drew back, pulling out of you entirely. Without his support, you threatened to buckle over, to collapse into yourself, but he held you up with one hand while the other pumped over his cock too quickly, too roughly not to tip him over the edge. It was all you could do to stare up at him with those big, watery eyes as he let out an airy moan, as he painted thick ropes of white across your messy face, as he left you stained and teary-eyed and covered with his cum.

You blinked once, then twice, but didn’t react, too out of it to complain or cry out or question why his lips quirked up into a small grin, his eyes taking on a dreamy, half-lidded sort of lull. “Good puppy,” he cooed, his heart skipping a beat as he heard your formerly stagnant tail begin to sweep lazily over the tile floor. He reached for Suguru’s phone as he went on, keeping his tone light, delicate. “Can you smile for me, too? A big, wide smile – to show how happy you are that you get to stay with me n’ Suguru.”

It took a second, but eventually, you managed a stilted nod. It was shaky, at first, more of a mangled frown than anything, but with a little love and patience, you found your footing, your lips splitting apart into a wide, beaming smile – as if you were the happiest, most pathetic puppy in the world.

God.

You were fucking adorable.

Your smile barely faltered as the camera shuttered, as Satoru’s hand fell back to your head and pet over your disheveled hair – a treat for his well-behaved mutt. He could feel you melting into his palm, but his eyes were fixed on his picture of your smiling face and, with a few taps of his thumb, Suguru’s shiny new lockscreen.

Maybe, once Suguru got a good look at your pretty face, he’d think twice before deciding to be such a neglectful owner again.

[dubiousculturalartifact]

reading The Protector of the Small quartet again for the ????th time (could be as many as the twentieth or more tbh, they're sorta my top comfort reads) and my brain keeps being stuck on Wyldon's character this time around. like he's just FASCINATING. I've rarely read a character who is presented as such a complete fucking asshole who does such a 180 in my estimation in a way that's nuanced and COMPLETELY EARNED, while still staying the same fundamental person at the core, and still being allowed to be flawed. (because oh boy he is flawed) I rank him with Zuko in Top Fantasy Character Redemptions of All Time. I hate him. I love him. some thoughts from this read-through: -he's autistic. like he's just SO very autistic it almost hurts, and half of the reason Kel and him end up eventually understanding and respecting each other so well is exactly for this reason. he's so This Is the Way Things Should Be Done Because The Rules Say So and he is SO rigid and specific but also he EVOLVES and that's a fascinating dichotomy -this is also the SAME reason that Neal and him get along like oil on water, because they are both autistic but Opposite, it's like the personality equivalent of trying to get two hedgehogs to hug -that being said Lord Wyldon RESPECTS Neal in a really bizarre way, or at least understands him? He'd never admit that but that one moment in Lady Knight when he's explaining to Kel about why he picked her for Haven's commander, and he says that he CONSIDERED Neal FOR THE JOB? but said that he thought Neal was 'too fair' and essentially that he would simultaneously care too much and be too irreverent with the refugees, not be objective like Kel would be? again. fascinating. -Owen being Wyldon's squire is such a wild combination of personalities that ALSO should not work at all, because Owen is pure !!!! and Wyldon is like :/, but then my brain was like: oh. Owen is basically a over-excited puppy and Wyldon loves dogs -when Kel rescues Lalasa at the end of Page & passes out, then wakes up to Wyldon and her mum in the room and her mum is arguing with Wyldon about Kel's schedule and stuff. I somehow never really registered before that she FIRST NAMES HIM. She calls him Wyldon, not Lord Wyldon, and is comfortable enough to berate him. do they fucking KNOW EACH OTHER from when they were younger? WHAT IS THE STORY THERE? now I'm remembering when Wyldon got all surprised to hear the story of Illane fighting off the Scanran bandits and saving the sacred swords of the Yamani Islands. hm. interesting. much to consider.

-the bit where Wyldon is like OH SHIT the pages nearly got killed because tradition dictates I don't teach them actual battle strategy and tactics. and I fucking love tradition but I also love pages not being dead, so I guess I better get my shit together on that one.

-or when he QUITS as training master because he's like 'damn toxic masculinity fucked these kids up and I'm kinda partially to blame for that. I gotta get my shit together', and he's like the best thing that came out of being training master was having you as a page. and acknowledges he nearly fucked that up too? -while we're on the subject of 'what went through Wyldon's head' WHEN KEL RAN OFF TO SCANRA AND THEN CAME BACK HAVING BASICALLY WON THE WAR FOR THEM? AND HE WAS SO DISCOMBOBULATED HE ACCIDENTALLY AGREED WITH NEAL? -speaking of the end of Page earlier, i wanna read or possibly write a fic about what went through Wyldon's head when Kel didn't show up to the big examinations, because I think that's SUCH a turning point for his character. Like yes he respected Kel and let her stay before that, but the way he's so clearly kicking himself in the aftermath, going to far as to rope in Duke Turomot, and INVOKE THE GODDESS IN HIS PRAYER FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.... what happened when he had to give the command to start the examinations without her? Like it really struck me that he must have thought 'oh. she gave up after all' and I think part of him might have been disappointed, and part of him *relieved* because he was still clinging to those old attitudes despite everything. And to find out he was wrong? That she hadn't given up, but had sacrificed everything she had worked for in the finest single demonstration of true chivalry and courage he had probably ever witnessed from a page? like damn. Lord Wyldon of Cavall you funky, fucked up man, I want to study you like a bug

[bunnishauntedhill]

MDNI 18+ cw: pet play

allowing simon to strip away your humanity like the good little pup you are !

owner!simon whose head tilted, peering down at you—strapped down to the bed with tightly bound ropes that saw no way out. you just looked so perfect—so incredibly vulnerable, looking like an endangered little pet—one that he now had either the opportunity to take care of or throw it back into the horrible conditions of the pound.

owner!simon who instead of giving up the pet though, he decided to keep her—abuse her. make her whine and choke by the collar. refusing to give her what she wanted—what she needed. the basic necessities. and you were that pet for him to take control of.

owner!simon who would give you a sharp tug on your collar to keep you in check, just in case you got too feisty ! didn’t want you to bite him after all. but deep down he knew you wouldn’t—you were too scared for such a thing—as if your tail was stuck between your legs and your ears laid downward. he liked the total submission. liked how you belittled yourself so he could be the one to care and brush your hair fur when needed.

owner!simon who loved you, adored you because you’d sit when asked and would do a trick for a treat. on command. as if he taught you. trained you to follow his rules. watch you chase your tail and go around in circles just to please him. that’s what made it all the more enjoyable to witness.

owner!simon who liked the fact that you were the perfect little carrier for his heavy load, filling you up to the brim. that your tongue was floppy and hanging between your canines, head tilted like you had no clue how the world worked. completely brain dead expression on your face. your sole purpose being to be his little cumdumster pet !

owner!simon who orders a nice pretty mussel for his girl (in order to shut up her whiny complaining of course) ! you just chat a bit too much in bed sometimes, and he needs a way to quiet that bratty mouth.

owner!simon who forces you on your knees. your face gently rubbing and nuzzling against the bulge confined in his jeans. let you get slapped in the face a few times with his girthy cock before guiding your warm puppy-like breath around it. running his calloused fingertips through your hair to guide you further, cock sliding down the hole of your tight throat. enjoying the sound of you taking him all, gagging because of his length.

owner!simon who cages you up at nighttime if you’ve been a bad girl. harshly tugging on your leash, making you lose air and choke of what’s left. throwing you into the crate, not caring that it caused you discomfort. that’s for asking for more when you already had enough (either a tasty treat or his fingers) ! if he wakes up in the middle of the night—he’d possibly unlock you from the cage and let you cuddle up with him in his familiar warm bed. he’s not that mean.

➽───────❥ masterlist . . . navi

i luv you all <3

[gooobraghhh]

I’ve successfully completely broken a mutual of mine and it has been so fun

I’ve talked about @the-kennel-keeper on here a few times but I think I really need to display the whole picture.

He started out like most of my followers, a puppy boy anon in my askbox that had a massive crush on me, but I had happened to follow his account along with like 10 others that were in the trans nsft tag when I first made this blog. He sent me an anonymous ask about realizing I followed him and how it got him so exited but he spam liked me like right before he sent it which made it exceedingly obvious who he was. That little pathetic mistake that was rip for being made fun of was the first thing that got me interested and his general tendency to accidentally humiliate himself or be easily tricked has remained extremely adorable. He finally dm’d me some message about how much he loves my blog since he wanted my direct attention and he did one of those ask games where one of the questions was like “who’s your tumbr crush?” and of course I asked him that one anonymously.

Surprise surprise he says me and at that point I’d sort of gathered too much dirt on him to let it go to waste and I really didn’t even try. We flirted, he talked about how he was only submissive in an extremely defiant, bratty way and how he basically can’t be tamed which just made him all the more alluring of a target for me. He did act like that for a while, but I built up to this perfect demeaning message where I revealed both of my little secrets on him and he just had no choice but to give in. The message ended with me telling him that I own him and I managed to get a “Yes ma’am” in response. He got so worked up that night that he finally got himself off after not being able to for months. I think that’s when I truly gained control over him.

Since then I’ve been slowly training him more and more. Learning exactly what gets him flustered and makes him tick. He started being more obedient, begging on command, singing my praises. A month or two later and the progress is undeniable. Hes cum for me a total of ~10 times (probably more than that, he couldn’t remember the exact number at first but I let him round down) 5 of which have been in the last 24 hours. He volunteered to send me audios of him jerking off and praising how good he’s been trained, he responds “yes ma’am” to basically every command I give him.

I know him so well that I can make him kind of shut down and give in from just a sentence or two of dirty talk. I mean I really pushed him today and yesterday and he couldn’t help but get himself off several times while recording it for me.

This man genuinely thought he was untamable, before talking to me he hadn’t even cum in months, but I’ve taken real good care of my new mutt. Thoroughly corrupted him into my perfect toy. Sometimes I even give him dirt on me just to give him a fighting chance but he’s so pathetic it doesn’t even matter. He’s had sex dreams about me and has chatted with me while around his friends, desperately trying to keep his composure.

So I’m starting a counter in my pinned of how many times he’s cum while thinking of me. It’s only fair I get to show off my hard work I think. We can all enjoy seeing how fucking pitifully submissive my mutt is.

And you can be jealous of him while that number ticks up because I know there’s a lot of you that’d kill to be in his position.

Exited to see how fast I can get keep the number increasing.

[thegnomelord]

i took 357191027r6392936446322736432947372 psychic damage from the Makarov fic so you gotta write reader being rescued, healed, rehabilitated and loved by the task force. imagine them teaching reader to be their own person or letting him top without any commands or punishments. reader would be whining like a puppy who doesn't know what it's doing and would be so cute and fearful looking for reasurance when fucking into a task force member it would be so cute

lol idk dude. I was intending to do the fic as a one off to satisfy my puplay kink but it's now started to rot my brain even more lol. If I did continue it, I don't know if I'd want a happy ending or an angsty one (omfg imagine going through all the healing and rehab and experiencing love only for one word from Makarov to have you going back to him without question)

So tell me ya'll if you want me to turn the one shot into a longer fic lol, but for now here's some headcannons, ideas/ whatever and some porn

CW:NSFW, rough anal, Simon x reader with Price watching, dom/sub.

I can't imagine Hound would be happy about the 'rescue' considering everything and definitely would be resistant to rehab (Hound biting ppl and getting muzzled lol) that dogheaded asinine stubbornness coming to bite him in the ass. I headcannon Hound to have already been violent when he was under Price's command but Price kept Hound in check(if anyone's seen that young ghost and price comic with him being compared to a fighting dog it's kinda like that).

Makarov didn't need to do much and just played into the aggressive tendency to make Hound as they are now. The more violent the reaction hound would make, the more attention and praise he'd get. Also I'm just a sucker for dog like characters that are unhinged. That have no moral compass except for the one they're loyal to and will do whatever they ask.

So the task force members would have their hands full with Hound that's basically an aggressive fighting dog taken straight out of the pit. Also I'm still thinking whether the 141 would try to steer Hound away from the pup/dog like mentality Makarov conditioned them into, or if they would try to redirect it by calling Hound 'pup, boy' etc, instead of 'dog' like Makarov did.

Also the grief Price would feel to see the man he thought was dead turned into that would break his heart. I don't know if I'd want him to crack down on trying to rehab hound, or let a lot of things slide because he's scared of fucking you up more.

But also like rehabed fighting dogs turn out to be the sweetest animals and Hound just going from this 'I will bite your throat out' to just a gentle giant that's just happy to be able to touch or hug someone without needed permission. . . but he can still bite a throat out.

Also I 1000% swear that Makarov's a whore and would have trained reader to have enough stamina to fuck him all night long so the task force would get pounded into next year lol.

This is questionable cannon and non-confirmed lol you just got me brain rotting with the cute pup part and this came out. Rough and quick.

CW:NSFW

You feel like you will die; heat burns through your veins, sweat crawls down your skin and makes your hair stick to your forehead. Your hands grip Simon's bruised hips, holding them up for him as you pound into him. "Please-" You barely manage a small whimper, hiding your face in Simon's shoulder.

Simon's body quivers beneath you, limp and boneless, a wet hole for you to use. He's as sweaty as you, rough grunts and half-formed swears leaping from his lips every time your hips meet his ass in a bruising thrust. He's the closest to you in size, albeit still smaller, which makes it easier for him to take your size than the others. His insides are a sweltering heat around your cock, fucked into a loose sloppy hole that would gape if you pulled out, muscles still doing their best to squeeze you every time you nail his prostate.

It makes you feel ashamed how long it took you to find it. Mounting anyone but Makarov feels wrong, you're not sure how fast or how deep to go, this current rough pace making Simon the most vocal since you began. You feel him cum again, walls clenching tightly for the first time in a while as you force him into spurting what's left in his empty balls.

"Pl- sir, I- please, please," You can't help but hiccup, your nails leaving crescent bruises in his skin as you just pound him through his orgasm. It's his fourth one.

"What's wrong son?" Price's words barely get through the fog of need in your skull, more little whimpers splitting from your lips. "Don't you want to let go?" Tears blurry your vision, you can barely see his face from where he's resting Simon's head in his lap.

You can't cum. Your balls are so full they feel like they'll explode any second, cock throbbing to finally shoot your load but no matter how harshly you thrust into the willing hole beneath you. It feels like those times Makarov would put a cock ring on you, but worse, now it's your own body refusing to give you release. You haven't earned it.

"Please-" You repeat, because that's the best your mind can come up with, your hips stuttering as overstimulation stabs your nervous system like a knife. "I-please, fuck- I can't." You force out, forcing yourself to return to the punishing pace, your pelvis starting to go numb like it would a few hours into Makarov using you as a living dildo.

Price's fingers are disgustingly gentle as they curl into your sweaty hair, making you look up at him with soft pressure on your scalp. There's no bite to his touch, no pain, it's too good for a thing like you.

You'll thank what god exists that Price seemingly understands your problem, "Oh, son." You hate the hint of sorrow in his tone, you hate yourself more for how it makes your heart pound in your ears. "Here, let me" He whispers, his other hand sliding down to your naked neck.

The lack of any collars around your neck still disgusts you every waking moment, still makes you feel wrong, bad dog. His fingers wrap around your throat. They're too loose to be a proper collar, but it lets you breathe easier, his palm warm and big enough to completely cover the 'V.M' tattooed on your skin.

"Go on, that's a good boy." He whispers, "Cum for us." Price orders, kissing you so softly it disgusts you, like heaven wrapped in thorns.

You feel fresh tears spill down your tears as the dam not letting you cum is finally torn down. You hiccup your 'thank you sir's against his lips as you spill inside Simon. You can just distantly hear Simon groan as you dump your cum into his sloppy hole, muscles weakly fluttering around your cock as you roll your hips, fucking your cum deeper into him, just the act of cumming hurting almost as much as being denied, your balls aching with every spurt of cum.

You collapse on Simon, pushing the breath out of his lungs, as boneless as him. You don't struggle when Price rolls you to your side, your cock slipping out. Cum and lube gushes out from his hole like a firehose, flooding the small space between you two, his rim red and irritated, muscles weakly fluttering around nothing as they try to close.

You try to thank him but you slur your words into his skin, feeling the muscles in his abdomen quiver as you huddle closer and wrap your arms around him, your chest pressed flush to his back. You expect him to pull away, Makarov hated being vulnerable like this longer than he needed, but all Simon does is grunt and tip his head back so you can hide your face in the space between his shoulder and neck.

"You olright Simon?" Price asks, brushing a hand through your sweaty hair for a few seconds before you feel him softly wiping away your spend from you two.

"Fuck," Simon breathes out, voice scratchy and rough. "Are we sure Makarov's human?" His hand reaches up to scratch your scalp as you kiss one of the numerous bite marks you left on him. His skin is a canvass of black and blue bruises, your bite marks starting to clot across his body. "Shit, I can't feel my legs."

His words feel like a slap in the face, and you don't notice how you let out a small whimper, your hold tightening. This is it, you'll have to let him go soon, he'll order you to leave like Makarov always did.

"None of that son." Price's voice is calm in your ear, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. "You did good."

Simon hums, his fingers running lower to scruff you, "Mhm, yeah," His words are slurred, exhaustion weighing on both of you. "Best snog I've ever had." He grumbles, and you don't doubt he won't admit it in the morning, but for the moment, as you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep, you let yourself enjoy the praise, the warmth of human touch, the care you can feel in both of them.

This is starting to feel nice.

[galaxy-stardust]

Simon Ghost Riley x you

Gift from Simon 🐾

Part 2

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues. You stirred awake to the sound of muffled barking and the distinct smell of coffee wafting through the apartment. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming, but the warm weight of Simon’s arm draped over your waist quickly reminded you otherwise.

He was here. For once, Simon had a few precious days off, and the thought alone filled you with warmth. You carefully turned to look at him, catching the rare sight of his unmasked face as he slept. His features were relaxed, his usual tension melted away. You smiled to yourself, wanting to savor the moment, but the high-pitched bark from the living room pulled you from your thoughts.

“You’ve been summoned,” Simon mumbled groggily, his voice gravelly with sleep.

You chuckled softly. “Looks like *we’ve* been summoned.”

Simon sighed, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Alright, let’s see what trouble she’s causing.”

The two of you got out of bed and made your way to the living room, where the tiny puppy was bouncing excitedly near the couch, her oversized ears flopping with every movement. Her tail wagged furiously the moment she saw you both.

“Good morning, troublemaker,” Simon said, crouching down to ruffle her fur. The puppy responded with an enthusiastic bark, nipping playfully at his gloves.

“She needs a name,” you said, watching the two of them with a smile.

Simon glanced up at you, his brow furrowing in thought. “What about Shadow?”

You tilted your head. “Shadow?”

“She’s always following you around. Plus, it suits her,” he said, nodding toward her black and tan fur.

You smiled, crouching down to scratch behind the puppy’s ears. “Shadow it is. Do you like that, girl?”

Shadow barked as if in agreement, her tail wagging even faster.

The rest of the morning was spent enjoying a rare, slow breakfast together. Simon brewed coffee while you fed Shadow, laughing as she tried to chase her food bowl across the floor.

Afterward, the three of you headed outside to the park. Shadow’s leash was still a new concept to her, and she kept tugging at it, trying to explore everything at once. Simon chuckled as he knelt down, gently guiding her back.

“Training starts today,” he said, glancing at you with a determined look.

You smirked. “You’re really taking this seriously, aren’t you?”

“She’s part of the family now,” Simon replied, his tone soft but firm.

The two of you spent hours working with Shadow, teaching her basic commands like “sit” and “stay.” Simon’s patience surprised you. Despite his stoic nature, he was gentle and encouraging, his deep voice firm but kind. Shadow responded well, her intelligence shining through as she quickly picked up on each new command.

“She’s a smart one,” Simon said, giving her a treat after she successfully sat on command for the fifth time.

“She takes after her dad,” you teased, grinning at him.

Simon snorted. “I’m not sure about that.”

As the day turned into evening, the three of you returned home, exhausted but content. Shadow curled up on the couch, her tiny body sprawled out as she dozed off.

You leaned against Simon, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both watched her sleep. “Thank you for this,” you said quietly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his arm.

“For what?” he asked, his voice low.

“For her. For this. For being here,” you said, looking up at him.

Simon’s dark eyes softened as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You deserve it, love. All of it.”

In that moment, with Shadow snoring softly on the couch and Simon holding you close, everything felt right. These moments were rare, but they were yours, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

[followthebluebell]

Hello! I was wanting to hear more about non-purebred brachycephaly in cats. This is my seven year old tuxedo girl, Miss Morgie, (shes biologically male but the rescue agency mislabled her). She was a rescue from Kuwait. I have no info on where she was found or if she was the product of a kitty mill or backyard breeder there. Do cats like this breed freely anywhere? I wouldn't say that her smushed snout impairs her as much as other cats that I've seen. She will make a honking noise when upse (it's extremely cute) but I've never seen her grow tired or wheeze when playing. She was active when she was young. She still play fights with our other cat.

Im also not sure if this is a "breed" characteristic linked to the mutation or nurture but she seems more... docile and even-tempered than other rescue cats I've had. She will let strangers pet her belly, she tolerates my gf's mom's hyperactive pom puppy and used to let the little doggy /h*mp/ her when we used to dog sit (I cut that out DW). I've also noticed she has next to no practical hunting instincts! Our other rescue who is just A Normal Kitty Guy chatters and gets murder crazy about birds while she just windmills her gigantic paws and meows. 😭😭 it's entirely possible that she's just a special lil gal, but I've heard the mutation affects intellect...? I wouldn't say she is a dumb cat by any stretch, she understand some basic commands and I've inadvertently trained her to recognize when I'm having panic attacks. She also seems to intuitively pick up on creative ways to get her humans to do her bidding (like slamming cabinets open and shut precisely when we are on zoom calls).

I included photos so you can see the extent of her brachycephaly. We call her a half-smush. I wanted to write a lot in defense of my girl's intellect because people said she looks "wall eyed" and like she has "no thoughts" and thar just made me really sad!!!!

I want to dedicate my cat ownership from now on to rescuing abandoned cats with brachycephaly bc of how much I adore her. I even adore brushing and washing her and all the other nonsense we cursed these poor, cute critters to need. She's just a joy. Ty ty ty for reading !! 😭😭

1. Picture of her at 2 years old 2. Her and her "prey" (my socks) 3. Tino (my gf's cat) and our dame 4-5. Mlem.

Aww, what a beauty!! She's gorgeous!

"Do cats like this breed everywhere?"

Yes, absolutely! tbh, every trait exhibited by a specific breed is naturally occurring within feral cat populations. By this, I mean someone, some hundred years ago, picked up a squishy faced cat from a naturally occurring cat litter and went, "oh, wow, I want more of this :)" and then set out to breed that particular trait consistently. But the squishy faced trait still exists within that original cat population, and cats are spread widely.

In addition, cats are beloved pets all over the world. They are present in EVERY continent except Antarctica (and probably some islands). I think Kuwait in particular has hosted a few cat shows.

While many cats are very beloved in Kuwait, it also has very... non-existent animal protection laws. Many cats are abandoned. It's entirely possible your girl is a Fancy Girl who was abandoned or got lost.

it's entirely possible that she's just a special lil gal, but I've heard the mutation affects intellect…?

To an extent, yes. It's a bit complicated. The mutation that gives brachy cats their unique look also affects their skull. Their skull shape puts pressure on the mesencephalon portion of their brain and this can cause issues with sensory, motor controls, reflexes, and impulse control. As a result, many owners believe their brachy cats are a bit slow to react to things, extremely tolerant of nonsense, and tend to fall off of furniture.

I can't say if this affects your cat.

This doesn't affect a cat's emotional intelligence, for lack of a better phrase. They are still very much in tune with their owners.

Thank you very much for loving her. Her coat is absolutely immaculate. It's clear how much you care and love this cat. It's reflected in everything she is. Thank you for sharing her too.

[despazito]

could u elaborate on "parrots make bad pets"? not disagreeing (far from it) just interested to see your take! looking to learn more about this

(i've gotten this ask before so please don't mind i'm just gonna paste a writeup i did a while ago)

There’s a blog run by an animal behaviourist who specializes in parrots that i really enjoy reading, she has a very good writeup on the state of companion parrots as an industry: The Inconvenient Truth About Cockatoos

so basically the average person usually cannot meet the needs of a parrot, especially medium and ESPECIALLY large species. they are long lived, extremely social and intelligent animals who are very demanding if you are their only companion. in my mind the most 'ethical' pet parrot setup is having some pairs of budgies in a dedicated bird room filled with foraging enrichment and doing some basic command training as a bird-human bonding activity instead of cuddles.

most pet parrots are hand reared or even hatched in incubators by breeders and are never given a chance to be raised by their parents, and virtually none stay with their parents until a natural weaning age before getting sold. which is wild considering it is fucking ILLEGAL to do that to puppies or kittens.

A parrot isn't really born wired for human companionship in the same way that a dog or cat is. they imprint on their parents which sets the blueprint of their kin, and they generally want to only form extremely close bonds with others of their kin. To get a very people-oriented parrot, it has to think it’s people.

This is different from the socializing practiced in raising cats and dogs or acclimating ferals to people. socializing means exposure to things so that the animal doesn't grow up to see the target as a threat, and ultimately that the target is something that can be very rewarding to spend time around. A dog raised with its mother and socialized to people still understands that it's a dog, it can get along with other dogs, but can also form strong bonds to people. They actually read both dog and human body language and legitimately have an awareness that we are different species.

The companion parrot is raised to think it’s people, and as a result many lose the ability to form bonds with their own kind. in fact the reason many breeders remove eggs or chicks from the nest is arguing that the parent birds don’t really know how to raise their chicks- because they themselves were hand reared and never learned how to parent from their parents! it seems that, like us, parenting isn't perfectly hardwired in parrots and they need to learn the skill from their families, oftentimes even staying to help their parents raise younger siblings!

That's why it's not at all uncommon for pair bonded breeding birds to be sold as a completely separate product from companion birds in many aviary operations. there's so many ads for people selling breeding parrots that fucking hate humans or are semi tame specifically listed for sale as breeders not as pets:

then their babies are bred for the pet market so they are taken either before or right after hatching to get hand reared and imprinted onto humans, because a parrot-bonded parrot just won't be as interested in forming those close human companionships you see in viral videos. this isn't the case for all aviaries, i want to acknowledge there are smaller scale breeders who have tamer breeding birds, but big producers can have borderline feral pairs and the point i'm trying to make is when you socialize a parrot to either the human world or parrot world, it's often at the expense of the other.

most trouble starts once the parrot begins reaching the age of sexual maturity. they stop being openly cuddly to most people, and will try to pair bond with their primary caretaker. It's not uncommon for this to lead to aggression towards other family members because parrots don't share partners, they can even do this to babies they are jealous of!

But a human can't become a suitable mate substitute for a parrot, and some of their mating behaviours such as regurgitating on you can seem straight up gross so the human then shuns the parrot and shuts down their advances. this can make your bird become very sexually frustrated that can lead to more unwanted behaviours and even health emergencies such as prolapse. we lead them on by stroking their chest and backs (only something bonded pairs do, you are essentially jerking off your parrot when you do this..) then reject them with no other outlet for their natural urges, and spaying/neutering isn't an option either! so they're stuck in a psychological purgatory of being unable to fulfill their instincts. and if they're in an understimulating environment and left alone for most of the day in addition to all that, frankly i think that's just an awful life to give to an animal we allegedly love!

we essentially alienate them, and when they don’t have people around to meet their extremely high social needs because you work a 9-5, even if there are other birds around, the lonely or frustrated human-bonded parrot can become depressed and self mutilate.

parrots that were left with their parents, are raised as parrots, and weaned at their own natural pace overwhelmingly do not exhibit these destructive behaviours.

 a productive relationship with a pet parrot is one that fosters independence, not dependence, on the human companion. the most responsible parrot owners should strive to act more as a zookeeper to their parrot instead of cuddling it and creating a ‘velcro’ bird glued to the hip, and socialize with them via training sessions instead of letting their birds indulge in pair bonding behaviours like petting and preening which leads to sexual frustration and aggression or self mutilation.

Ultimately I believe any parrot hand reared and imprinted onto humans is some degree of psychologically damaged and suffers from the parrot equivalent of a developmental trauma, they have been robbed of a normal parrot life and it cannot be undone.

SO many parrot rescues are completely flooded with unwanted pets, many with tough behavioural challenges (for example it's not uncommon for parrots to be reactive to an entire gender, so that cuts the adopter pool immediately in half). and these patterns can be difficult to break especially without the aid of a behaviourist. and the thing still has another 40 years of life left in it but nobody wants to adopt because it's another "crazy bitey bird that hates everyone", has reached sexual maturity so it's no longer as friendly, and it's much easier to start from scratch so folks choose to just buy another baby and keep the cycle going.

And none of that even touches on the rampant poaching that keeps supplying the trade in many parts of the world. and that's why everyone should have domestic chickens or pigeons.

[rock-omelette]

Clicker Training

Rating: E

Relationship: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Agent Stone

Add tags: 5+1 type fic, no beta we die like Gerald, puppy play, dom/sub undertone, dom/sub play, collars, leashes, restraint, muzzles, dry humping, temperature play kinda, dom Robotnik, sub Stone, ooooh my fancy format i love youuuu, wah.

Summary:

Training your doggo can be a fun and rewarding experience for both of you! There are 5 basic commands essential for building a foundation of good behavior in your puppy, ensuring their safety and well being. While the choice of verbal command might fluctuate, these base commands are often described as Come, Heel, Fetch, Quiet, and Drop it.

Here are some basic examples.

A/N: Inspired by @geesehell 's art Fetch, which was in turn inspired by Saint Bernard, which was in turn inspired by @karnessah 's collar comic. Fandom is fun.

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[the-sol-eater]

[ content warning: discussion of in-canon sexual abuse ] Maybe it’s just because I’m not too active in the ALNST fandom and mostly observe from afar, but I think this fandom brushed aside way too quickly the fact that Till was sexually assaulted. I have never seen anyone talk in depth about like, what that actually means in terms of his arc and the storytelling of his character. Which I find deeply, deeply upsetting because holy fucking shit.

This man right here has been told, basically his entire life, that not only is he himself not worthy of being treated as a human, but that his body is not his body, but a piece of property that can be owned. And whoever owns his property can use it for whatever, and however they wish. Now, dehumanization is nothing new or unique in this world, obviously. The very concept of Pet Humans is dehumanizing by nature, leaving all six of our main characters as victims to it, even those who are more well-off like Mizi. But Till is a specially fucked up case almost distinctly unlike the rest, because he is actually treated like a fucking dog.

(x) Ivan: If you keep rebelling like that, they won’t ever remove your collar you know? Till: This annoying bastard… — Ivan: I told you so, didn’t I? You didn’t listen? Till: This annoying bastard... (translation courtesy of @leiikos on youtube)

(x)

An unruly animal who needs to be leashed up and put in it’s place. Animals, as is common knowledge, are not on the same level as a human being. But they are ordained to follow the commands of those above them. And if someone (thing) isn’t doing as it is told…

It deserves to be taught better. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This is the mindset that has followed Till his entire life by the ones who were supposed to take care of him. He is not human, even less human than the existing inhuman. He is a pet, even more so than the other pets, an animal. A thing. Property. Something to own. And the best thing about owning something?

You gain the ability to do whatever you want to it. Till’s body was not his from the start. It was used as something to toy around with, experiment with, to train and train and train, presumably for his whole life. His body, his skin, his flesh and bone and blood, it was all nothing more than a plaything. So what if he screams? Just ignore it. Or don’t. If this competition has taught us anything, voices have the most value of all. On top of it being reinforced that Till is not deserving of humanity, he is also not deserving of his bodily autonomy. People are free to do whatever they want with his body because it’s not his body, it’s theirs. And that brings us, finally, to the scene itself

He can’t sing her song, he refuses to. This isn’t the first time he’s refused to do something, far from it actually. What was once an innocent puppy with dilated hope in his eyes has grown into an angry, disobedient mutt. And we know what happens to an animal that refuses to do what they’re told. But there’s something interesting about dogs, or rather about the ones they descended from, the wolf: When the circumstances call for it, they will bite the hand that’s supposed to feed them.

And here is where I intrude to remind you that this is the only time we see anyone physically fighting back against the aliens in the confines of Alien Stage. We see Hyuna and Mizi fucking up aliens in All In, but that was after they had escaped from the cage. And you could make a case for Mizi trying to escape the grasp of the guards that grabbed her in Ruler of My Heart, but from what we saw she didn’t actually lay a hand on them and more so just tried to force herself out of their grasp. though if you disagree with me on that that's fine Here though? Till has this bitch’s face grabbed into his palm with a bottle in hand ready to smash it directly in between it’s eyes. I consider this to be the first act of physical violence shown against the aliens within the uncomfortably tight enclosure. And it’s triggered not because of anything personally done to Till, which on its own could probably fill a list that reaches the ground. But because of the prospect of Mizi being dead. Till knows that this place is shit, that his life is shit. Said so directly on his profile.

Dislikes: Everyone, including Guardian Urak (translation courtesy of @kh47uo on twitter)

But he stays regardless because Mizi is there. If Mizi is dead, Till has absolutely nothing to lose…Right?

I can almost imagine him thinking: There’s nothing you can put me through that’s worse than every other way you’ve hurt me. ���But there was. Oh there was.

A final, disgusting message to the pet to put him back in his place. Back on his leash. Making sure he will never forget where he stands for the rest of his days.

And that is really what the sexual assault of Till represents to me. It is a cruel reminder to Till that fighting back is impossible, having hope, being free, it might as well be a fool's fantasy. He will always be less-than-human, less than anything. His body will always be the property of the ones that were supposed to protect him, claimed, and then used used used until it’s worn out and dead.

And the aliens chose to exemplify that fact in the most direct way they possibly could.

So what if he screams? Just ignore it. Or don’t. If this competition has taught us anything, screams have the most value of all

[kireilien]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNd8gagH8/

okayyyyy hear me out!! the first scene between Maki and Harua gave me an idea.

So basically, just having an argument with Maki over random stuff, but the reader and him are kinda stubborn, neither of them wanting to admit they're wrong (so the vibe is kinda like the scene in the tiktok, if u get what I mean). But then it all just gets a bit heated yk?? yeah and the rest is up to you ;)

sfw link!

OUUUUUU LORDDDDD ANONNNNNNNN MMMM MMMMM MMMMMMMMM THIS IS YUMMY I CANT EVEN RN

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; brat tamer!maki, brat!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, face grabbing?, choking, forced submission, implied spanking, reader cries, implied unprotected sex, praise but only once, maki talks to you like a dog, use of “pup/py”

OH THE BRAT TAMING MAKI OF MY WET DREAMS.

it’s already been an hour of yours and maki’s stupid banter. “you’re supposed to fucking close the door after yourself, maki,” you spit. “we live in the same damn apartment— it’s just a door, y/n,” maki retorts.

this all started because when maki left your room, he didn’t close the door behind him— which usually shouldn’t bother you— but today it just ticked you off. to be fair, even you didn’t close the door behind you on some days while you’re in the apartment. maki already had enough of it. okay sure, he should close it more often since it is your own room— but straight up getting pissed at him? it was all fine and dandy an hour ago, but suddenly you’re face to face with him, bodies nearly pressed together, glaring into each other’s eyes.

both of you are so fucking stubborn, no one’s backing down to apologize. but a sneaking feeling is crawling up your spine. you wanted to turn up the heat of this little unnecessary argument of yours— after all, you were the one who was slightly more in the wrong.

“if you can’t even simply close a door, how can i expect you to even make me cum?”

a dark switch ran through maki’s veins. “yeah? you wanna bring our sex life into this?” maki flexes his jaw as he looks around the room, deciding if he should take this further. he does. “how many times have i made you cum— and more— when we fuck? yeah, every fucking time.” his eyes are piercing into yours, his pupils dilated and focused.

he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to stay silent, “you are so fucking greedy, you know that? i give you the world in bed and you decide to even question my ability to make you cum? how many times have you made me cum? not always. i always prioritize you, such a shame you just— forgot!” he grits through his teeth. maki’s hand eventually loosens around your chin, just for it to sink down and press into your throat.

this entire time you’ve been nothing but quiet. you really wanted to see and test out how maki was willing to get mad.

“how about we remind ourselves how you’re supposed to fucking act, puppy.”

oh.

maki brought out “puppy.”

yeah, this was gonna be long.

letting go of your throat, he pushes you towards the bed. you simply stand there, pretending to be a lost puppy, not understanding what to be told to do. maki plasters a fake smile, “sit.” you continue to ignore him. he takes in a deep breath before connecting his hand around your throat again, “i said sit, puppy. why do you have to make this so hard for us?” he seethes.

“i thin—.”

you start to say, but maki clasps his hand over your mouth, “puppies don’t speak. puppies stay obedient and they stay silent.” his eyes are zeroing in yours again, watching how your eyes are widening. oh he’s serious. his hands fumble at your clothes, stripping them off one by one until you’re bare. that eventually ends you up in a face down ass up position, your ass is bruised and hot, while tears are dripping off the edges of your eyes with hot tears. “down, pup.” your legs immediately come down when he commands you to.

he’s successfully trained you to listen to him. maki is content with himself. you didn’t need to act like that but at least maki can train his little pup to his heart’s content! ♡︎

after all, maki fucks himself deeper and deeper down your cunt, you’re just letting maki fuck your puppy cunt since you were just being so bad earlier, you have to let him! his hands are gripping the sides of your ass, leveraging him to fuck his cock full. he’s pretty sure he can hear you babble away on some drool on the mattress, but he doesn’t care. he feels you lifting your hips up, making him feel the head of his cock fuck your deepest and most sensitive parts, he mutters in your ear, “good job, puppy— that’s it— stay.” as the good puppy you are, you obey!

being the year of the dog like maki too, i’ve been compared to a dog many many times esp w my family and so thinkin abt him calling me pup or puppy....... nghmmm js put the ears and collar on me alr daddy

back 2 maki catalog

[ushkoo]

PETS I THINK THE TF2 MERCS WOULD HAVE 🐾🐕

Scout:

I think it’s pretty obvious that Scout would have a pet dog, he needs an animal that can match his energy! I can definitely see him having a golden retriever or a spaniel. He would take his dog out on walks (races) for AT LEAST two hours per day, he’ll even skip meals for it if he has to. He would also annoy the rest of the team by letting the dog trail mud into the base. Thats the one downside, he would only properly clean the dog if it was genuinely too stinky to be around. I can imagine he’d struggle to clean such an energetic dog though and would probably end up soaked. He doesn’t mind though, he loves his puppy! He probably would just get a simple collar (red or blue depending on which team this is, probably red) with a lil tag with the dog’s name and his contact details. He’d probably name is dog some kind of reference to a movie.

Soldier:

It’s no secret that Soldier is a fan of raccoons and I can’t really picture him having any other pet if I’m being honest. He’d have a pet raccoon! As raccoons seem to be pretty low maintenance, he’d just carry it around on his shoulder and let it do whatever it wants. Even if the raccoon doesn’t know it, Soldier ADORES his lil trashy friend! He hugs it at night, dresses it in tiny military uniforms and cooks ground beef especially for it. That raccoon is like his own child. As embarrassing as it is, Soldier has definitely cried over the raccoon getting sick, even if it’s just a mild stomach bug. Despite not really needing a collar, Soldier got one anyway, he doesn’t want to risk his little friend getting lost. I imagine the collar has lil spikes on it too :). He’d definitely name his raccoon something along the lines of Soldier Jr, Jane Jr or MAYBE just Friend.

Pyro:

I actually really don’t know what Pyro would have as a pet. I can only picture them with like a zoo of pets. Let me go flip a coin or smth rq brb okay so ferret. Pyro would have a ferret! Actually, as ferrets are social animals, Pyro would have three ferrets, nobody would allow more than three as they stink up the base. Anyway, Pyro would adore their little fur snakes! They’d definitely build a shitty little obstacle courses in their room for the ferrets to navigate through for rewards. They also like to sew little outfits for them! Pyro doesn’t often put the ferrets in a cage or anything, they just let them roam around their room, sometimes even around the rest of the base. They don’t even have names, Pyro just calls them “the ferrets” or “white/brown/cream ferret” depending on the fur colour.

Demo:

Demo is 100% a cat person. He can’t handle the neediness of a dog, he hates the noise, the smell, the walks. He just wants to come back to the base after a long day and sit down with a cat on his lap. He’s not picky about which cat breed he gets, he’ll adopt any kitty that needs a home, maybe even multiple. If he weren’t in a whole war, he would probably take in elderly cats and give them a good last few years or even months. Demo just LOVES cats, every time he hears them purr his heart just melts <3. He spends A LOT of money on his cats, his room is full of cat trees and cat toys for them. I feel like his cats would be indoor cats by choice, so they wouldn’t really need a collar, but he’d get them lil plaid bandanas! For special events, he’ll put them in lil bowties. He’d give them fairly common, old-timey cat names. Charlie, Kitty, Jasper, Mittens, Boots and similar names are all options.

Heavy:

I can’t explain why, I really can’t, but Heavy needs to have a parrot. Or just some kind of speaking bird. He walks around the base with his parrot on his shoulder, it’s a very polite bird, it only speaks when spoken to and says thank you when given treats. He has trained his loyal bird well, it can speak basic phrases (all with a HEAVY Russian accent) (which Scout finds hilarious) and can attack on command. Scout and Spy are the main victims of Heavy and the birds wrath. All Heavy has to do it point at you and its over, your face is scratched and pecked and a chunk of your hair is bitten off. After a hard day, Heavy enjoys sitting in a comfy chair and giving his bird head scratches whilst feeding it seeds. He tries to act unmoved around others but Heavy would put his life on the line for that bird. At night, the bird doesn’t sleep in a cage, it has a perch next to Heavy’s own bed and is free to fly around the room. He wouldn’t think too hard about a name, just settling for something like “птичка” (aka Birdie).

Engineer:

Dare I say Engie would have a small tortoise. I dare say it. I do dare. It’s the perfect pet for him! They’re fairly low maintenance, quiet and don’t require a huge amount of attention! He can just get on with his work and occasionally glance ever to his little friend. I think that Engie likes to just watch his tortoise go about its day. Maybe he even does a lil commentary as he watches it slowly make its way over to some lettuce. He likes to take it out of the tank and watch it waddle around his desk as he works. He loves his little friend and would literally die for it. You know how tortoises often attack dark coloured things? Demo hates that little reptile. Engie defends that thing with his life. I think Engie 100% made a lil cowboy hat for his tortoise as well <3. He’d probably name it something basic like Shelly or Rover.

Medic:

Honestly I can’t see Medic having anything other than his birds. He’s just a bird guy! Him and Heavy are bird guys who let their birds have playdates. Of course, Archimedes is his favourite bird, so I’m focusing on that. I definitely think that Medic pretends to do his birds makeup. Archimedes sits by him every morning whilst he does his own makeup, so medic gets a clean brush and sponge and starts tapping them gently on the birds face. He wants his bird friend to feel included! He probably even goes “oh woww aren’t you a pretty bird! <3 so pretty! <3” whilst doing it. In the winter, Medic makes him wear a lil tiny scarf and maybe even lil boots! Birds are prone to frostbite on their feet, he refuses to let that happen to Archimedes. Honestly, I think Medic lets Archimedes sleep in the same bed as him. The bird even gets his own pillow. Medic doesn’t mind, he bathes his birds often enough that theres no risk of getting sick.

Sniper:

BEARDED DRAGON. SNIPER HAS A BEARDED DRAGON. I don’t care what you think, thats what he has. He lets it sit on his shoulder, he lets it hide under his hat, that lizard is the most chill lizard you will ever meet. If the weather is nice and hot, Sniper will bring his bearded dragon outside and let it bask on a rock, he’ll even sit next to it! I honestly think Sniper would love to have more reptiles but he simply doesn’t have the time or energy to care for more than one. He often goes outside with a jar and collects bugs for his lizard to eat. He’s not squeamish, he’ll grab them with his bare hands. Sniper loves his scaled friend, he has a severe emotional attachment to that lizard which he refuses to admit to anyone. Another thing he refuses to admit is that he makes tiny hats for it too. Maybe even tiny sunglasses as well. He’d name his bearded dragon something boring, probably Sheila if it’s a girl. If not, Darwin.

Spy:

At first, I couldn’t picture Spy having any pet. They’re either too furry, too needy or too inelegant. And then I found the perfect one, a hairless cat. Spy would have a hairless cat and he would sit with it on his lap whilst evilly petting it. He found it weird at first, then he found out how expensive they were, then having a hairless cat made him feel more rich. Over time, he learnt to love his little fleshy cat, even if he has to bathe it often and oil it, which feels odd to him. Oiling a cat just feels unnatural, but he’ll do it for his feline friend. Scout makes fun of him for it, calling his cat a ballsack, which earns him a slap round on the back of his head. Him and Demo bond over cats though! Spy will occasionally let Demo babysit his cat for him, which Demo is more than happy to do. Spy would get his cat an expensive, dainty collar, mostly just as a show of wealth. He’d probably name his cat something French. I can only see him having a female cat, so something like Jolie, Cherie or Perle.

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aaa hope you all liked this! m trying to b more active again as I was busy w coursework (・ω・*)

Had this post in my head for a whileeee m glad i fnally wrote it out…

m piercing is healing wel! i wnna get more now

i also ordered a load of figurws aaaaa