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mischievousprincess01 · 8 days ago

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You and Soap have an arrangement for when you have a particularly stressful day at work.

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You call him on your way home, voice hitting that tone he knew meant a rough one on the job. One too many muttered curses under your breath or a bit of a sharp bite to your words when talking about your clients. You were fully in your head and he smiles on his side of the phone.

“Y’need a night off?” He innocently asks, words casual enough.

You nearly freeze mid step on the sidewalk. Just the thought of what he was implying had a chill coating your skin and a weight settling low in your gut.

“Y-yeah maybe,” you reply, steps growing quicker as you hurry toward your boyfriend’s flat.

“Your call, bonnie. You let me know when you get here,” he grins, and you can hear it on his voice.

Soap is such a considerate man. A real martyr when it comes to helping you unwind from a stressful week. It’s so hard for him to have to fill you up with the new plug he just so happened to find online a few days ago. The ad jus’ popped up, I swear! And when he has to make sure that pretty little head of yours is blissfully empty? What a difficult job indeed.

And he knows as well as you do that your ‘maybe’ on the phone was a yes. It always is. And your throbbing clit is also aware of that as it aches more with each step.

Shifting from foot to foot, you wait at his door, but it doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to tear it open, the impatient bastard. He smiles widely, knowingly, at you and ushers you inside. The lock gets thrown and his hand takes yours. There’s no hello, no time to unwind or unpack more of your shitty day because he is already pulling you into his room.

“Lie back, yeah?” he urges, nodding to the towel he’d already draped on the bed. You comply, because why wouldn’t you? The idea that he’s going to take care of you was already sinking in, helping you shed your stress like wrapping paper.

Before you can even fully shimmy onto the corner of the bed, he’s got a plug in his hand, lube in the other. This time, he doesn’t ask you to get undressed or even take off your shoes, he simply pushes your knees up and gives you a raised eyebrow look.

Hold them there. You know that’s what he wants and you do it, cheeks warming in anticipation.

He covers the bright pink plug, makes sure it’s nice and ready, and then flips your dress up, tugging your partially soaked underwear to the side.

“Oh, you were gettin’ ready for me on the way over. Such a good girl,” he coos, pressing the tip against you.

Your back arches as thoughts pop out of your head one by one. Easing it in slow, making sure not to hurt you, making sure you feel it all go in, he watches you. Praises you. His eyes flick from your rolling eyes to your clenching pussy as the plug sits flush in your ass.

“How’d’ya like that, hm?” He purrs.

You nod quick, the fullness sending little shocks through you. “ ‘s good,” you manage to croak.

“It’s good?” He mocks softly, fingers trailing up to your aching clit. You nod again, a soft whimper falling from your lips. He chuckles as he toys with your sopping pussy’s entrance. “How about you tell me about your day some more, bon?”

You know it’s an order, so you really do give it your best effort, but when he slides two fingers in you after the first syllable, all your words find somewhere else to be. A moan takes their place and as you writhe, the plug shifts and turns, lighting you up with pleasure.

“I thought you had so much to tell me,” he says, fingers pumping into you with more purpose. “You too full to think? Too dumb already?”

“Mhmm!” you whine, body hot and sensitive.

“Shame, that is. Maybe you can cum once you get yer voice back.” And he pulls away, leaving you a panting mess.

You sit up on your elbows, expression more wrecked than you’d like to admit. And Johnny looks unfazed. Wry. He loves pulling you apart like this. Loves seeing his brilliant, smart, confident girlfriend melt and become a puddle of need for him. And you do too.

It’s why you let him order you to go grab him a beer as he settles onto the couch. It’s why you don’t mind the shockwaves of intense stimulation that rock you with every step. And it’s why you never mind when he grabs your chin in his hand and calls you his good girl or slut or you-name-it as he makes you sink onto his lap.

Tonight, his cock gets buried deep inside you as you’re told to warm him. Don’t move, just take what I’m givin’. And you do so good, sit so still as you’re filled all the way. The base of his shaft has the right amount of hair to drive your clit wild, but you bite your lip and try your damndest not to moan until he tells you to.

And when he shifts and relaxes back, he strokes your chest absentmindedly, peaked nipples nothing more than a fidget toy for him. But Soap isn’t mean. He sees the way your eyes gloss over, the way your breaths hitch and catch. His smirk returns and he sets his hands on your hips.

“So, love. You gonna tell me all about that hard day at work yet?”

You swallow thickly as he rolls his hips beneath you. Your ass clenches, pussy throbs, and your head snaps back as you catch a cry in your throat. The last thing on your mind was your shitty day. Whoever had pissed you off was long forgotten and you suddenly can’t remember if the annoying meeting even happened this week or last.

All you can babble out is, “dunno, I dunno, Johnny. Just lemme cum.”

He smiles wide, chuckling that devious laugh of his and his grip on you tightens enough to clue you in on what’s about to come. “Hm, I’m startin’ to think your job cannae be that hard, bonnie. Never have anything to tell me.”

But you don’t even really hear his words as he starts to pound into you from below. He’s not wrong, not that either of you want him to be. As you soak his cock with your cum over and over, the last thing you’re thinking about are your co-workers or boss. As he makes you bounce on him, your tits now pulled out of the top of your dress for him, neither of you are too concerned with the work days either of you had. And you won’t have to be for a while, as he fills your fluttering pussy up, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

What a sweet boyfriend you have, taking away all your worries like that. A real saint Johnny is for you.

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decojellyfish · 1 year ago

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Hi, this is my first post! So please be nice, and if you have any constructive criticism, please comment! I hope you like it :)

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Hybrid AU! TF141 Fancy Kitty! Reader x Rescue Dog! Ghost and Rescue Dog! Soap (Feat. a tiny bit of x Owner! Price) Reader acts fem but is only addressed with “you”

SFW ~ Fluff (Tiny bit of angst, if you squint) Warnings: Mentions of death (though, not directly)

───♡───────────── Beginning Your life was everything you could ask for. Always brushed, fed the finest cuisine a kitty could ask for, and wearing the finest items your owner got you. Your favorite was a collar that looked like a pearl necklace, similar to the one your owner wore daily. Your fur smelled like her too, vintage perfume (her favorite from when she was a teenager, though she always talked about how it was hard to come by now in the modern day), and those little strawberry bonbons she always kept in her purse. And you would always have a pretty pink bow tied around the base of your fluffy tail. Resting your head in her lap, her aged hands petting your white fluffy ears or brushing them with this one brush. A beautiful golden brush, with an ivory plaque on the back that had roses, tulips, and violets painted. It was her favorite from when she was a little girl. Life is good, life is paradise.

Until one day, she didn’t get out of bed. You were still curled up in your pink fluffy cat bed, waiting to hear her sweet voice call out your name whilst serving up your borderline gourmet breakfast. After about an hour, your confusion pushed you out of bed and made you go to your owner’s room. She was still sleeping? Maybe she had a rough time sleeping last night and just felt like sleeping in. Yeah, that was it! She was pretty old after all, why wouldn’t she want to sleep in once in a while? So you curled up atop the floral bedsheets, nice and close to your owner, and waited for her to wake up. You knew she would love to wake up to her pretty little kitty all snuggled up because you missed her so much! So you waited. And waited.

And waited.

A few days passed. Wow, this must’ve been the sleepiest old woman you’d have ever seen! She even had visitors and she didn’t even wake up. It was kind of strange though. They were crying as if they were watching one of those sad movies your owner would watch, with you curled up beside her. The day your world came crashing down would be the day these strange people came to your owner’s house. One of them guided you down to the kitchen, proceeding to feed you some random wet food they found on the counter. You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were while you were waiting for your owner to wake up. You hadn’t even noticed the other people carrying your owner’s body out of the house while this one person was playing with you. Jingling your favorite bell toy, calling you a “precious little kitty, so beautiful, yes you are!” the whole time.

That’s when he came into the picture. He came in an hour after these people arrived, it was John Price. Your owner’s son. He had come to visit her a few times, you enjoyed his presence when he was visiting. Price approached you and began to pet your silky, fluffy white hair and fur. “Hey there, pretty thing. How’ve you been holding up?” You didn’t know what he meant by that, but your purrs were all he needed to hear to not fret over you. He figured you were okay and ready to go with him. When he began to guide you out to his car, that was when you realized that he was taking you somewhere! He reassured you that your owner wouldn’t mind having you go on a little trip. You didn’t know you were headed to Price’s own house, all of your belongings in his trunk unbeknownst to you. You, in the present, wouldn’t be mad at Price for taking you home with him and becoming your new owner. No, you wouldn’t mind that at all, John Price was a lovely person! Like his mother. What made you pissed at him was the fact that he never mentioned the two dog hybrids he also had ownership of. That also lived in the house.

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Price had told Ghost and Soap, his two rescue dogs, about the new arrival of a new addition to the family. That of which is a cat. Ghost wasn’t excited about the thought of a cat being in the house all day, every day. It annoyed him, he never really liked cats. Soap, on the other hand, was very excited to meet the new kitty. He had been waiting, impatiently, by the door ever since Price had gone off to retrieve the cat hybrid. Once Price had finally returned, Soap was ecstatic. He pounced on the first being that entered the doorway, licking their face all over. That first being was you. You screeched and hissed at the seemingly rabid dog that was coating you in slobber. He was mucking up your hair, too! Once Soap realized that it wasn’t Price, but, the new kitty that Price had brought home, he grew even more elated. Before he could continue any further with his slobber, Price had pulled Soap away from you, giving you time to breathe. Your tail was beyond fluffy now, you were terrified. Your claws were out and almost gripping the welcome mat by the front door. Soap was confused, Ghost’s guard was up, and Price knew in the back of his head that something like this would happen.

It took you a while to settle in, you were still frightened by the dogs and would try to maintain a distance from them. Ghost would happily oblige, avoiding you whenever you were around. Soap, not so much. He ruined his first impression meeting you! He scared you, and that is not what a good dog does. So, he spent all day and night all over you. He would tell you about his day, and ask you about yours, only for you to stay quiet, and then he would continue talking to you. Soap LOVED being around you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re such a pretty kitty, you smelled good, and your fur was so soft and silky! He loved pawing at the little bell attached to your pink ribbon collar. It was so cute! You looked like royalty with it. Ghost, on the other hand, would mumble about how uppity you seemed. Spoiled, bratty. I mean, at some points you did act like that. Whenever Price didn’t get the right food for you, whenever the sun wasn’t shining in the right spot for you to bask in it, or how loud and annoying the boys’ squeaky toys were. You and Ghost would often avoid each other. Whenever you would accidentally brush up against each other in the halls, it would result in you hissing and him growling loudly, baring his teeth. Price would have to step in and separate you two, telling you both to quit it. But back to Soap, who is an absolute lovebug when it comes to you. He would come by and curl up right next to you whenever you were curled up and lying in the sunlight. At first, you would get up and leave to a new spot. But eventually, you gave up and let him curl up as close to you as he wanted to. Through Soap’s constant yapping, you find out that both he and Ghost were survivors of illegal underground dog fighting. They were from different parts of the UK, but they both ended up at the same shelter. That’s how they met Price. Soap would point out all of his scars, telling their backstories, and talking about all the other injuries he went through. He would also compliment you, as well as attempt to pamper you. You had to give him instructions on how your owner used to do it.

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It smelled of overwhelming masculinity in the house. It was such a drastic change from the old lady perfume and flowers that your old home smelled like. It took you a bit to get adjusted to the lack of floral prints that your new home had. One day, you were especially homesick. Even though you were in your new, permanent, home, you still missed your old home. It was foggy out that day, the weather not helping your mood at all. You were curled up on the couch as you looked out the window with sad eyes, your fluffy tail flicking around as you were deep in thought. You hadn’t even noticed Soap and Ghost staring at you, they could smell the sadness radiating off of you. It was a slightly pungent smell compared to your usual scent that smelled of fresh flowers. It made Soap whine and quickly approach you. He curled up close to you, trying to soothe you, bring you out of your sad thoughts, with his warmth. It did help, it brought you out of your deep thoughts. But you still smelled of sadness. You would curl up against him, letting out a tiny sigh.

Then Ghost curled up next to you.

That was a first. He had always avoided you, per your request. But you didn’t mind this sudden act of affection. It was nice, you got a better chance to identify the keynotes of his scent. With Soap being around you so much, you had no choice but the memorize what he smelled like. Musk, timber wood, vanilla, and tiny hints of coconut. Part of that was because of the shampoo that Price would wash him in during bath nights. You had always kind of known what Price smelled like, what with him visiting your old owner every so often. Dirt, but not in a dirty way, an earthy way, smokey, toffee, and sandalwood. Cozy. You eventually came around and stopped being so mad at him for not telling you about his dog hybrids. Especially since you started to like them now. Kind of. Ghost, he always kind of smelled smokey. But not like Price. Price smelled smokey in a round way. Ghost smelled smokey in a sharper way. Kind of a difference between cigars and pungent cigarettes. But now that he was sitting so close to you, to wipe that sad look off your face, you could get a more clear reading of his scent. Smokey, yet bitter, musk, cedar wood, and lavender. That also must have been because of the shampoo. But they must have two separate shampoos that they picked individually. You had your own that Price had brought from your old home. It smelled of cherry blossoms.

Fast forward a few minutes, now Soap is teaching Ghost how you like your hair brushed with your favorite brush. And you’re crying and venting about how much you miss your owner and your old home.

This caused Soap to have a lightbulb moment.

A few days later, you’re napping in your cat bed when you suddenly start to wake up to a familiar scent. Rose petals, peonies, orchids, and lotuses. Flowers. You wondered if you had suddenly returned back to her old home. You open your eyes. Nope, you’re still at Price’s. But the scent is coming from a little candle, in an ivory candle holder (a favorite of your old owner), sitting on the dining room table. Price noticed you as he finished serving breakfast for you and the boys. He explained that he “found it at the shop and thought you would like it.” Actually, Soap had begged him to find a way to cheer you up because it hurt him so badly to see you cry like that! Ghost was standing by Soap, not moving a single bit. But Price could see in his eyes that he was silently agreeing. He didn’t want to admit it, but he cared for the little cat hybrid. So Price had gone out and looked for his mother’s favorite candle. He knew the one. Now, back to the present, you’re looking at the candle with wide eyes. You’re looking at Price, then the boys, then the candle, then Price again. You feel your eyes start to sting. Tears abruptly well up in your eyes. All of the men are now worried. Did they mess up? Did Price pick the wrong candle? But he was sure of it! Soap quickly got up and hugged you tightly, asking why you were crying. Ghost even got up and walked over to you, just as worried but he wouldn’t show it. You eventually explain to them through tears and hiccups, that you love all they’ve done to make this new place feel like your old home. It makes you so happy that they want to see you happy and comfortable. They’re all relieved, Price gently wiping away your tears with a handkerchief his mother gifted to him when he first went into the military, petting your fluffy ears and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

These men all love you, they would do anything to not see you in pain. And you love them just as much, knowing that they would do anything to protect you. :3

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