#teddybear<3

[spoiled-slutt]

Helo hello! Soso I have a request.. can I have a Ayano x fem chubby reader?? I think Ayano would kill literally anyone who makes fun of reader <3

♡ Teddy Bear ♡

You are my teddy bear..

A/N: AHH I LOVE THAT IDEA. TYSM FOR THAT 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Ayano Aishi × Shy!Chubby!Fem reader!!

Characters aged up to 18+ (Senior Year)

CW: Blood, Knife play, Sub & Dom, Killing (its Ayano Aishi 🙄), Sub Reader, Dom Ayano

SFW

I think Ayano would absolutely kill someone if they messed with you for your looks

She would figure out a way. After she got with you, she would make them like a suicide.

She loves you. Every single part of you is perfect to her

And if anyone tries to talk you down and tell you you're not?

Let's just say you won't be seeing that person anymore.

Ayano is BIG on PDA. She LOVES to show you off. Cause you make her actually feel something. She doesn't want to ever let go of you

When you're talking to somebody, she always comes up and holds your hand or holds your waste or just lays her arm around your neck

You're the person who made her feel normal! To make her feel feelings. She wants to show you off to the world

One time. A bully was messing with you. Drew all over your desk. Calling you names when you walked by. And Ayano could tell it was seriously bothering you. Since you always wanted to hang out in close places. So she was able to convince Info-Chan to give her the address of the bullies and lit their houses on fire. You felt bad, but she convinced you that karma was only coming after then after what they did to you

She definitely loves to lay on you. She hugs to so much. You're a Teddy Bear to her

Your nickname is Teddy Bear. She just thinks it fits you so much. You're sweet. Beautiful. Amazing. Caring.

Unlike her mother. After she killed all the rivals. You actually like her from the beginning. You liked how she was quiet and kept to herself. You sometimes caught her staring at you and you smiled

You were in Ayano's house since she called you over, begging for you to be by her side for the 10th time this week. But you don't mind and so dosent you mother (means your mother gets the house all to her herself. She is also happy you found someone). You were making lunch. Just a little something that didn't take long. And you knew Ayano would love it (she loves anything you cook). You felt someone hug you from behind. You jumped slightly and then realized it was Ayano. You smiled. She kissed your neck and face. "Yes, Love?" You said,"Smells yummy..." she said, looking at the food. "It's just a little something," you said as you took it off the stove. "You done,,,?" She asked. You nodded and felt her grab your arm. She dragged you to her room, throwing you on the bed. You had to have the most confused face, but you soon felt her crawl onto you, hugging you. You smiled softly. Her face in your chest and your arm around her. You saw your phone start to scroll on it as she cuddled onto you. You looked down at herm she had a smile plastered on her face. This is what she wanted. And she was so happy

NSFW

She definitely punishes you if you ever talk to someone to long or you wear something inappropriate

She loves to tease you. In public she sometimes would rub your thighs and squeeze on them

If you were feeling insecure she would put your mind at rest while giving you slowly sex

"Shhh.. it's ok, my dear.." Ayano said softly as she brought the knife to Your leg, slowly digging it into your plush skin. You squirm at the cold feeling at the knife. "What? Isn't this what you wanted..? You dress up so nice for your interview.. tsk. I know those men were looking at you, " She said as she dragged the knife closer to your neck. Your breathing was uneven as you felt the blade on your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she smiled at you. "I don't blame them, though.." she said as she brought her other hand to your inner thigh. She felt you move your hips closer to her hand. "Stop." You immediately stopped staying still as the blade she placed on your neck had more pressure. She kissed your forehead as she began to rub your clit through your clothes. You let out a quiet moan as she places the knife on your thigh. She went closer to your ear. Her breath was fanning over it as she whispered in your ear. "I'll make sure they know who you belong to.."

That was the night you had her name carved into your thigh. It's faint now but you can still see her name there

Ayano slowly thrusted her fingers and out of your soaking cunt "That's a good girl.." she praised you as you moaned out her name. "So pretty.." she whispered. She leaned forwards catching your swollen lips to connect to hers. You tasted intoxicating. So sweet. So delicious. She wanted to keep you under her forever. She pulled away while looking at you. She smiled. "You're a masterpiece, my dear.." she spoke. Tears screamed down your face, your hair messed up in a frezzy mess, your neck and body littered to the brim with marks, and your swollen clit that is making your legs shake. You looked stunning. She did this. She made you feel this good. And she wanted everybody to know.

She loved your body so much

It's an understament actually.

She loved your body so much

Your rolls. Your thighs. Your tits. Your plush face. You're like a masterpiece for her skinny body

She loves how your tits bounce as she forces you to ride her strap. She loves seeing the tears fall from your eyes. Them running down your round red face. Her holding on your thighs and hips helping her give you the best pleasure you've ever had. OMGGG

She loves her teddy bear<3

[swe3tlifee]

my poor baby has a cone now🥺

[theflyingfeeling]

BC's social media presence recently be like

Joel: tiktok filters and public service annoucements about hygiene

Joonas: no one asked but this is what I would sound and look like if you twisted my nipples and pulled on my balls at the same time

Aleksi: here's my boyfriend fixing his bass. here's my boyfriend bouncing funnily to our new music. here's my boyfriend talking on the phone. here's my boyfriend late at night at my home studio. here's my boyf--

[craftyhanako]

I put Christmas background music on IG, but this is def still giving off fall vibes lol.

IG @craftyhanako

[agonyaster]

mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

ao3 link

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant. 

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in. 

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket. 

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried. 

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess. 

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up. 

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie. 

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns. 

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned. 

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end. 

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months. 

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch. 

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room. 

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week. 

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest. 

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

[leafie-draws]

Alrighty, what are your favorite plants ? :>

portulacaria afra sinocrassula yunnanensis aeonium zwartkop sedum sunsparkler

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari what do you mean u write fics on ur phone 😭 how are u just casually writing 8.9k + words on your phone 😭😭

PHDJDHUDHD IS THAT NOT NROMAL?????????????? I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE STANDARD PROCEDURE HAVE I BEEN DOING IT WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME 😭😭😭😭 i literally want to write on my laptop SO bad just for the aesthetic but i can never get into it….. 😞😞😞

wait alexis i have to know ok . what is ur usual writing method …. do u have any rituals 🎤🎤 i am looking to learn . all i do is drink lots of coffee and hope for the best i cant keep living like this

[garbagedisp0sal]

any chance for some The Tangerine Bear related images? It was my favorite VHS back in the day

i can try! but if i can be honest, i don't think i can find all that much related to it--other than like...ebay listings of the tape...? i don't want to get too deep into posting like, movie screenshots/gifs here--it feels like i might be treading a bit too deep into kidcore blog territory and away from found images with that sorta thing, haha

[caracello]

paused for just a second to screenshot and show off all i've done to decorate boone's bungalow. i wanted to put one of the counterfeit bottlecaps next to the empty bottle on his nightstand, but i CAN NOT for the life of me find them. so he'll have to go without )+.

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I think that one should encourage the urge to get a 6 foot bear and alter it to be Kit.

That might arguably be more difficult than starting from scratch

[scuddle-bubble101]

How far along are you Teddy?

"o-oh mweheheh- r-right, I forgot."

[keijukisu]

[swe3tlifee]

might start selling pic to pay for these fucking vet bills 🥲🥲

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Monks as cute teddy bears <3

[oloreandil]

For the fanfic asks - 3, 11, 26, 43 !!

3 - Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

i keep them to myself like Gollum (The Hobbit version), mostly out of habit. i know i get Very Enthusiastic about them and idk if people are ok with this amount of energy, ig ? and i microwave plenty on my own, idk what i would do with More enthusiasm XD

11 - Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

in order always. i'm incapable of jumping around, i've tried ! maybe if it were a short thing that i thoroughly planned ?? but i tend to get distracted by plot bunnies and already forget to write half of the words, so i'd be in hell if i wrote out of order + had to backfill the things i wrote before but that happen later in the story + i couldn't spot when i got sidetracked XD

26 - What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

character building. creating a character and then making them move in my little plots is so hard ??? mad respect for people who have multiple OCs with detailed backgrounds and motivations, you are the real MVPs and i will keep writing my fanfictions as love letters. i'll keep doing worldbuilding so i can put them in my own enclosures <3

43 was already answered, can you believe that 😂 thank you Teddy <3 i hope yesterday went ok !!

[lolaandthens0me]

how many diapers do you think you used in 2023?

Oh, what a good question, Anon!

I really wish I kept better track to share some stats with all of my stat lovers out there. My best guess is somewhere around 1,000. There were some days that I only used pull-ups. On average, I use 3-4 per day.

photo cred: @teddybear-withme