#pet name game

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Law x female reader - My love

Warnings: vaginal penetration, soft Law but rough sex, public sex, alleyway sex, wall sex, praise kink

*hope you like it 😍 the thought of him needing the reader so bad he can't wait is everything @mirillua*

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You whimpered into his mouth with a wet kiss, the feeling of the rough alleyway wall digging into your back with every pound of his hips into your dripping wet cunt. “Law~” You cry softly into his kiss as your nails claw at his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders holding on for dear life. His pace was rough but his words were soft as he praised you for how well you took his cock, both drunk out of your minds and fucking in public like a couple of lovebirds. 

“Shh my love I got you, I got you.” He whispers keeping you trapped and secure with his strong arms and long coat over his shoulders like a curtain from any prying eyes that may be passing by. His lips kissing you all over your face as you bit your lip to hold in your loud pleasured sounds, “Dammit love you feel so fucking good. Couldn’t wait to get inside of your perfect pussy. Always squeezing me so good love.” 

Law’s long cock and curved tip doing amazing work at reaching every spot that you needed kissed, his lips sucking marks into your neck making it harder and harder to keep quiet. “Law I-I can’t ~” You whine and he just encourages you more.

“Yeah you can love. I know you can cum for me can’t you baby. Need it so ~ bad love, you have no fucking idea how bad.” Law’s voice a low whimper as he feels his hips start to stutter. Fingers digging into your body as he thrust into you harder and deeper pulling a loud moan from you that made his eyes roll back. 

“Yeah love come on baby give it to me. Let me feel you cum on my cock.” Law begged as he nipped at your neck, licking up till he bit at your ear. His raspy groans and whines make you shiver and clench around his cock, the coil in your lower tummy becoming too much with every pound of his yummy cock.

“Cum with me ~nngh fuck~cum with love.” And that’s all you needed to hear, his lips crashing into yours to cover the loud scream he knew you’d let out as your pussy clamped down on his cock, your pussy dripping around him. Law’s moans mixed with yours as his hips stuttered and shook, arms keeping you still and flush with his hips. “Fuck thank you my love. Just couldn’t help myself.”

[mosaickiwi]

MC/Angel relaxing with Fox Ren giving him all the smooches and cuddles~!!! Or daily life with Redacted with MC/Angel as a house spouse teehee~!!!

Kinda sorta combined them oopsies teehee <3 <3 da best fluffy boi

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Literal Domestic Fluff~

You’d been busy since Ren left to patrol the territory early that morning. With him out of the way, cleaning up was admittedly easier. The kitchen was spotless, paw prints in the hallways scrubbed away, and the laundry almost finished. A scant few linens fresh from the dryer lay in the basket at your feet, one being carefully folded as you lounged in your favorite window seat to bask in the setting sun.

You paused to bring the warm fabric up to your face. The pleasant floral scent of the detergent was nice, but nothing compared to the fresh mountain air you’d finally gotten used to over the months. You opened the window all the way to let in a breeze.

Something immediately felt different, almost relaxing about the faintly cool air flowing past. It took a moment to realize the real source of the calm that washed over you.

A familiar presence was running through the sparse trees that lined the farthest edge of the garden. Before you could even call their name, he was making leaps and bounds on pink-toed paws to cross the short expanse of greenery between you. In a matter of seconds the ethereal fox morphed into a shape closer to human as they approached, though the tails and ears stayed in place. He came to a skittering halt outside the window.

“Angel!” Ren excitedly spoke as he reached up to you, a sparkle to his pale blue eyes. 

You dropped the blanket and leaned over the window sill to take hold of his outstretched hand, placing a quick kiss to his forehead for good measure. For once, you were the one towering over him—if only by a few centimeters. “Hi, Ren,” you said with a smile.

His excitement only seemed to intensify at your affections. Nine fluffy tails began to wag in delight while you carded your other hand through his hair. “I missed you.”

“Really? I couldn't tell,” you teased, waving away a couple stray leaves and flower petals from his pointed ears. “I missed you, too.”

Your bonded partner immediately flushed pink at your response, then something caught his attention that made his nose wrinkle. “Are you okay? Was it too cold while I was gone?” 

You weren't sure what he meant until you followed his gaze to the disheveled blanket next to you on the cushioned seat. You shook your head to calm him down. “Just doing laundry.”

He was hesitant to accept your answer, but the second kiss you pressed to his lips seemed to distract him well enough. Ren stood up straighter, determined to make it last as long as possible. Shivers ran up your spine when his fingers carefully settled along the base of your neck to keep you steady. 

Though you weren't quite finished, you were forced to pull away and breathe. “Hmm, maybe I am a little cold. We should—hey!” you suddenly laughed, gently pushing them back. He was practically crawling through the window to reach you at the mere suggestion of cuddling. “Let me finish up, okay? Just a few minutes. And use the front door.”

His ears fell flat in embarrassment as he nodded and settled down. No longer crowding the window, but still on his toes to better see what you were doing.

You took your time folding the blanket and what was left in the basket. It was hard to ignore the focused gaze of the man, nor the way he noticeably perked up once you finished folding something, only to pout at the next piece of fabric you grabbed. With a little less willpower you would've abandoned the laundry far sooner to give them all of your focus.

Eventually, you had a neat and tidy pile of sheets to put away. A quick peek from the corner of your eye in their direction was enough to alert him. He bolted from the window in an instant, just for you to hear him loudly sprinting through the villa’s many hallways seconds later. There was barely any time to stand up before you were scooped up in their arms.

He nuzzled into your neck with an almost desperate sigh as he mumbled, “I’m sorry I was away for so long, beloved.” You could faintly feel his teeth nipping at the skin above your collarbone. “Y’smell different.”

“Huh? Oh.” You made a mental note to find a scentless laundry detergent on your next outing into town. Maybe it would bother him less.

The warmth of his silky tails enveloped you, barely tickling you when they brushed back and forth over your form. As he carried you from the room, tucked safely close to their chest, you happily gave them the attention they’d been waiting for.

[canisalbus]

Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

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I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

[semdere]

i feel like tumblr is a safe space for me to say that when i bought monster hunter world i was like "omg!! this game looks cool!! i can't wait to find these cute creatures and befriend them and collect them like pets :33!!"

...and the naive horror, sadness, betrayal i felt when i started playing and you had to TRACK and HUNT them?????!?!?!!!

it was worse than heartbreak

[ketketstaber123]

I love doing whatever I want

[snakebites-and-ink]

If you were a pet whumpee, what would your whumper 'loving new master' forcibly rename you?

If you hate what you get at first you may have ONE reroll but no more than that. because pets don't get to choose their own names after all. 🙃

I know some of the names are less dehumanizing than others, but the human names on here were from lists of the most popular names for pets. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[qrovidcore]

so HEY UH

WAS ANYBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT DURGE AND ASTARION REALLY DO HAVE THE SAME TRAUMA OR

WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO FIND THESE PARALLELS OUT FOR MYSELF

OH OKAY YOU ALSO WERE TRAPPED AND HURT YOURSELF TRYING TO CLAW YOUR WAY OUT?????? YOU ALSO WERE THE SPECIAL LITTLE PET OF THE PERSON WHO TORTURED YOU, WHO IMMEDIATELY STARTS TALKING DOWN TO YOU THE SECOND YOU SEE THEM AGAIN?????? OKAY. YEAH. WE CAN COMPARE NOTES IF YOU’D LIKE.

[makenna-made-this]

They should start a gaming channel

[honeycombhank]

Curly coat Dwight Jr baby on the left and flat coat Dwight Jr baby on the right.

Looking for some name inspiration!

Not promising to use any of the suggested names but would love to play a fun game where you guys tell me names that you think would be fitting for them.

[ride-a-dromedary]

Love that Halsin just automatically calls the player character "child" upon first meeting them - automatic baby diagnosis.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Zoro x female reader - little girl

Warnings: anal penetration, vaginal penetration/ fingering, teasing, degradation,  dirty talking

@thesunxwentblack 🫶hope you like

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“Thought you said you could handle me back here little girl?” Zoro smirks against your ear, your back pressed to his chest as he bounces you on his cock, his free hand fingering your sloppy pussy quickly making you tremble in his strong arms. His taunts continue as you only drool, no words finding their way out of your parted lips.

“All you kept saying was ‘I could take it Zoro I could take it’. Now look at you. Crying like a little girl over my big dick shoved up your ass with my hand fucking your little pussy.” Zoro’s words grunting in your ear as he looked down to see where his fingers were thrusting deep in your leaking cunt. 

“Stupid little girl crying like a baby all cause of a dick. Thought you could take it and look at you, you can’t even say anything.” Zoro’s teeth nipping at your ear making you whine, his words going to your cunt making both of your holes clench pulling a hiss from the man behind you.

“Shit little girl you keep squeezing me like that and I’ll have to fuck you like this every. Damn. Day.” His words being followed by harsh thrusts up into your stretched hole, fingers curling in your cunt making you gasp. 

“What’s that matter little girl? You gonna cum like the little slut that you are?” His degrading words going straight to both of you stretched and twitched holes that he was starting to get drunk on. “My slutty little girl doing so good for me though. I’m fucking you stupid ain’t I?”

Zoro knew you couldn’t manage any words, the feeling of him being inside of your ass for the first time was too much for you to even think. The silence you gave him except for your sweet moans, whimpers and whines were making his brain fuzzy and he was contemplating getting you a plug to wear so he could do this more often. 

Your head falling back on his shoulder as his hips only fucked up into you more his name finally leaving you in a broken cry as you felt your belly tighten. “Z-Zoro~” Your whimper of his name makes the man smirk, his head turning to catch you in a deep and sloppy kiss. Biting at your bottom lip before grinning, “Go ahead little girl. I know I’m right. I know you wanna cum so let me see it.” 

“AH~!” Your slutty high pitched scream reverberated off the walls making him hiss as your ass tightened on his cock, you pussy sucking in his fingers before he rubbed at your clit. Your pussy spraying all over the bedsheets below like a fountain making him curse.

“Son of a bitch little girl, look at your pussy crying like this. Damn you’re gonna make me cum.” Zoro hissed as he pushed you harder down on his cock, his hips stuttering as he bit into your neck, his cock twitching as he came deep in your tight ass. “Fuck~ did so good for me little girl. Might have to fuck you like this more often baby.”

[fbwzoo]

There were 4 humans in the room. Where did 4 of the 5 upstairs big kids need to be?

On mom, of course.

(Emma is barely visible, just next to my hand on the left, behind Addy)

I have never felt more like Daine from Tamora Pierce's Tortall books.

[mattodore]

theo: just bite down when i do. we'll see who can take it longer.

matthias: alright, bambi. you bite, i bite.

[imnothulk]

Thank you so much :( I don't like celebrating my birthday, I always got in trouble and sent to bed without dinner every year. My parents always made my birthday a living hell. It's perfectly fine, you didn't have to get me anything, but thank you :)

I'm glad you're back :)

What are you thinking me for kiddo? It's what a father does, make birthdays special, now come down from your room before the candles melt too much. I may have gotten a bit carried away with your presents but I know you'll enjoy them anyway.

(I'm not going to comment on your past parents because they make me mad enough to hulk out and I'd rather not do that on your special day)

[solradguy]

I am so easily distracted by sad monster men with beautiful hair and claws and perhaps a large sword

[thelonelyshore-if]

ok but flip flop is a great name for a cat

I think so, too. It's one of my favorite cat names I've seen, right up alongside Jorts and Silly Goose.