#clicker trained

[writerbound]

Guys I wanna be clicker trained, I want my brain to go brrrr and just listen to what he tells me, I just wanna be given directions and listen to instructions. Tell me to kneel, tell me to lay my head in your lap, just let me puppy for you and I promise I'll be a good boy

[ayoxe]

In other news, it seems the hound has taken a liking to its reward for exceeding its personal best kill-count on its last deployment. As per regulation, its Handler has issued the instillation of a personal speaker capable of playing audio from a wide array of streaming platforms.

It seems to be enjoying its reward as evident by the constant stream of audio detected from within the cockpit’s auditory sensors.

Curiously however, streaming logs indicate that it has yet to play a single song- rather, favoring a three hour long looped audio of its Handler lightly praising it accompanied by sparse discharges from Her clicker.

[steddie-heart]

I am a Clicker Trained Dennis Whitaker Truther 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[my-undeadromance]

Reader x Clicker Trained Frank Iero (pt 1?)

You find a clicker on the kitchen counter by accident, you don’t remember seeing it there before or ever. Frank’s morning coffee sitting beside it, still warm while he’s in the shower.

You fidget with the clicker, pressing the button once. It makes a sharp, loud click. You don’t expect anything. Frank is a lot of things, but obedient definitely isn’t one of them, at least in your experience.

The bathroom door opens, steam pouring out. He walks casually into the kitchen wearing a towel around his hips and one smaller on his shoulder, his hair damp and spiking. He smells like soap and some deep wood smell that always drives you crazy. He’s mid gesture, rubbing his head with the towel, when you press the clicker again, this time on purpose. He freezes.

It’s so immediate it feels like a bit. His shoulders and jaw tighten suddenly, attention folding onto you in a way that looks almost reverent. His eyes find the clicker, and there’s this soft, eager waiting in them, like a dog expecting a treat. The towel slips out his hand and he gives you a small vulnerable blink you’ve never seen directed at you.

“Frank?” Your voice goes small.

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever reaction he seemed to be having, and a grin spreads across his face, sheepish but with that usual confidence he always has in it. “Don’t laugh,” he says, but he’s smiling so hard you can see it in the way his eyes crinkle.

“I won’t laugh,” you promise, because you aren’t going to let him feel embarrassed.

He pauses before continuing. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” he asks, only half joking.

You shake your head, a warmth rising in your chest. You set the clicker down slowly on the counter.

“Okay,” He steps closer, and the room shrinks to just the two of you. “So… yeah. I-” He shoves his hand in his hair awkwardly. “Back when everything was… messy, therapy and stuff, my therapist at the time, she suggested it. Called it obedience training. Felt stupid at first, but it helped. I could get through shows without spiraling... The clicker’s just… I don't know.”

You put your hand over his, fingers threading around tatted knuckles before sneaking the clicker in your other hand and pressing again, softly.

His shoulders relax and he lifts your hands that are still locked together and leans his face into it. “Good boy,” you murmur, and both of you freeze at the intimacy of it all. he blushes, a bit with shame but also slight arousal.

You laugh slightly, because it’s ridiculous but also kind of hot. “Really,” you say, and click again. “Good boy.” He beams in response like you’ve given him the highest praise in the world.

-

Later, curled on the couch with an old horror movie in the background, you find the clicker again. This time you hold it between you and click lightly as you scratch behind his ear, exactly where he leans into your hand.

he tenses for a moment, “You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, but his voice and gentle blush gives him away.

“I love you too.” you respond, and press the button once more, just because you can. He melts immediately, eyes going slightly hazey and wanting more.

LMK IF U GUYS WANT A PART 2

[martyredsaintofavernus]

Self care enforcement <3

[averythepuppy]

I wanna be clicker trained so bad this is actually kinda crazy

[kamikaas]

So what if I wear a leash sometimes?? I'm not gay, I don't even like girls that much.

What's that puppy, you don't like girls?~ what if I give a little *click*

Wha- I I would-d never allow myself to be clicker trained. Never

*Click*

Ahh *wruff* staawwwhhpp iiihhhhtttt~

*click* *click* who's a good puppyyyy?~

Noo noo n- *wrufff arff* meee??? Am I a good puppyy???

You're a very good puppy~ now, what do you think of girls?~

Thank youu misss >////////<, but apart from you I don't li-

*click* *click* *click*

I love girlss misss ^×^, especially you but I love womennnnn~

There's a good puppy~ can you bark for your owner pup?~

*Wrufff arfff arfff wruffff :D*

Such a good puppy for me~ *click*

[notnotsawyer]

I’m not clicker trained it’s much worse… I’m cart trained, one hit off penjamin and I’m hard as fuck.