He’d just be such a cute puppy. So happy and pleased with the comforting weight of a collar around his neck, a little tag with your name inscribed on it. Herman’s a pretty noisy pup, too. When he really gets into the right headspace, he makes a lot of little noises. All kinds of whimpers and whines, always vying for your attention. If you’re watching television, Herman on a soft, padded blanket in front of your feet (because dogs aren’t allowed on the couch), he’ll put his chin on your knee so your fingers can run through his soggy hair.
Unless it really is too cold inside, he’s naked while he’s puppybrained. It’s just more comfortable for him to be, with all of the water constantly gathering on his skin. Normally, he’d be pretty self-conscious about it, but now he hardly notices. Herman just likes being close to you, and really, really likes you calling him sweet things. Good boy, sweet thing, cutest puppy… He likes hearing it all! The excitement on his face is so obvious that, had he had a tail, it would surely be wagging up a storm.
As a pup, he’s obedient, he’ll genuinely try to do anything you’ll ask him to do. Most of them, he does happily. Like laying on the floor in front of the tv, or sleeping curled up around your feet instead of right next to you. Not using his ‘human’ words, and letting himself be fed by hand or in bowls. There are some things he struggles with a little, though. Despite his best efforts.
Herman really struggles with his designated peeing spot in the corner of the room, where a pad just for that has been laid out. He needs to pass a lot. Far more than the average person. While nudity can be forgotten, he always gets flush in the face, trembling and whimpering at the strain, as he tries to piss right in your field of vision despite the shame. Maybe he’ll get over it in time, but, right now, you have to help him more often than not. Crouching down next to him and cooing (“You’re such a silly pup, so worried. Let me help you.”), pressing down your fingers on his lower stomach to make him finally relieve himself. There are always tears at the corners of his eyes from the sheer relief.
Another thing is that he isn’t allowed to touch himself on his own. He can’t ask for it either, since that would require using words—something he’s just not allowed to do. Herman always crawls up to you so shyly, whimper at the back of his throat and head lowered, his long cock bobbing visibly in between his legs with every movement. If you’re feeling a little mean, you could ignore him. Or perhaps not altogether stop paying attention to him, just not acknowledging his obvious arousal. Babbling praises at him that are just not enough. Eventually, when he really can’t help himself, he’ll perch back on the palms of his hands and spread his legs a little, exposing himself. Or if he’s really desperate, he might just forgo any begging whatsoever and start humping your leg.
| note. this was scrapped before I posted everything aka the originally how I wanted it to be, this is for luceydell. He had a bit differently personality and looks (white hair but lime eyes) this was scrapped because I made this just to test out my smut skills also because my sister fav character when I showed her was Luceydell at first also this may suck because its not rewritten or anything, just my draft ^^ *check tags
| smut; pet play, dom!reader, bottom!char, masochism/sadism, spitting, blood kink.
Luceydell's chin was pointed towards the floor. His eyes were going up almost high enough to look like as if he was rolling his eyesball backwards.
"What did you want, pet?" Your shoe is in his shoulder, you dig into it more. He whimpers in pain, his hand clenching. You can see blood dripping down his broken nose. Despite the pain, he also is met with pleasure.
"I want you to forgive m-me.." He whispers, he can feel his bare hard-on pressing against his soft stomach. He moans once he can feel his hard-on press harder against the floor. He lets out a sahky moan, it hurts but the texture; it feels like sandpaper. It makes his dick jump at the thought.
You tug on his lessh, he lets out a loud moan. He shivers in pleasure, you grunt as you pull on it once more. Luceydell just lifts up his head, his mouth is wide open. His tongue rolls out.
You spit in his mouth, he lets out a breathy chuckle, he moves his hips. His dick rubs against the hard texture of the stone pathway, it hurts but it feels so good.
"Stop, pup." You command. You watch gis lime eyes as he closes them, his hair white as snow is free as it covers his face.
"Good boys get rewards." You say in a hushed tone. He shakes his ass, wagging it as if he has a tail, if he did–it would be non-stop wagging.
You bite your lip as you kick his face, he lets out a strangled moan. He sounds confused, you say hi. He chuckles in respod.
the feminine urge to bite tamakis neck until it leaves a mark... over and over and over.... until he whined at you to stop and he pacified you n let you bite and suck at his wrists, up his arms where the muscles fluttered and at his fingers, chewing on him and rubbing your thighs together so happy that you got to have him in your mouth and gnaw, your jaw aching to squeeze tightly shut. he's just so cute, you can't help but want to eat him up!! and his skin looks so pretty all bruised with the shapes indented in the skin... my little chew toy :(
head in hands. i cannot stop thinking about petplay with aizawa... even within not inherently sexual contexts but. it is a sex thing yknow.
you're embarrassed about how much you like it, how much it allows you to turn your brain off and just be. you get to put two fuzzy cat ears on the top of your head and aizawa, with warm hands, will attach the collar around your throat. it's in your favourite colour and with a big nametag dangling from the front. while it always takes you a bit to settle into the right mindset, it's so nice to only have a few things you have to think about, that you're not allowed to make human noises or gestures and that you should listen to what he tells you.
while you would never call him uncaring, it's these moments where all of him is wrapped in an extra layer of softness. he doesn't talk to you in a 'baby' voice, but soft and slow, scritching the top of your head or underneath your chin as you lean on him while seated on the couch. occasionally, he'll pluck a treat from a bag he reserves for these special occassions and places it in your eagerly awaiting mouth. (you're happy to receive any kind of reward at all.)
"that tastes good, doesn't it?..." he'll ask with another gentle stroke to your cheek. "mhm, i know it does."
sometimes, the nice words shoot straight down, coiling heat inside your tummy, and all you can do is shift your hips around or spread your legs and mewl. he'll sigh with a kind of fond exasperation (with much more of the former than the latter) before his hand delves in between your legs with the promise to take care of you.
other times, it's the opposite way around. you're staring at the television screen, hardly focused but being pet, when the sound of a zipper being undone catches your attention. he doesn't have to ask for your lips to wrap themselves around his hard, thick cock. aizawa has you drooling mindlessly with him leaking precum down your throat.
if your headspace drags on, you get to sleep in a safe little cage instead of your shared bed. it's in the bedroom, sturdy and secure, heaps of blankets and pieces of his clothing blanketing the bottom. (in cases of emergency, you can unlock it from the inside.) a thick blanket is draped over the outside, cloaking you in darkness as you doze off, nuzzled into his scent, with aizawa's soft breathing as your background noise.
notes: vague book of bill spoilers, petplay, humiliation, nsfw topics + bill being mean, lmao
having ever let bill have even a small glimpse of your mind is, in many ways, a bad idea. besides the general horrors he can call upon someone's mind with a snap of his fingers, it's also just horribly embarrassing, unless you're some kind of saint. because he has an impeccable memory, especially regarding things he personally finds amusing. (read: hilarious to him, humiliating for you.)
bill's tried sex. multiple times, even. not super duper his thing. first of all, he can't have it with his own body, not in any 'traditional' sense of the word, anyway. (his eye was the only unique trait he got back as a two dimensional being! cock and balls weren't included in the package!! no need for a sex drive within a species that doesn't procreate with anything like sex.) and possessing someone just for the sake of it feels dumb. if he's lugging a sack of meat around, he'd much rather hurt himself, than feel pleasure- he simply prefers the former.
but oh booooy does he love 'weird' sex stuff! sex-adjecent activities! some things he finds so absolutely stupid and ridiculous, that it turns around to being hilarious. it's such an easy mark to make fun of people, also! (unless they're into humiliation- but that jokes been made to many times, at this point.) there's just this wild range of things people can be into, there's practically one assigned freak for it.
maybe you're into petplay! honestly, this is also pretty high up on the list of kinks bill would personally enjoy. the vibe of it all. the most extravagant collar with a heavy nametag will be clasped around your neck. he'll card his fingers through your hair, suddenly tugging on them, all the while cooing at you that you're such a silly, dumb little pup. you aaaare, aren't you? you are! he's read all your stupid little thoughts, knows the ins and outs of all of your fantasies- sadly enough. he knows better than anyone that the best life you can wish for is to live it on his leash, and do exactly what you're told.
The picture below could literally be mc and some of the ros / flings / secret ros.
(cw. slight nsfw)
— literally like Im not kidding heres a list.
Kneeling : LUCEYDELL(in a blink), SALLY(he could do holding the leash but hes shy), SECRET A(they would), SECRET C(they would also in a blink)
Holding the leash : YUKI(she uses people fpr pleasure), PANDORA(you could bully him into kneeling), AENOR(she could kneel but you need a deeper relationship), SECRET B(they dislike being vulerable.)
Would do any : ADEN(likes whatever), FAYETTE(she is used of being both ends), MARRYJOY(theyre fine w/ whatever), COYOTE(fine w/ anything), SECRET E(they did both once before), SECRET F(likes petplay lowkey)
Wouldn't do any : MICELA(she would be too shy), CERES(he has an illness and hardly can kneel for long and he will feel weord holding it), SECRET D(not sure if they asexual or not so not for now, umtil they figure it out)
hey I haven't seen much about Emmet and Ingo recently from the fandom but they're still on my brain so damn much so uhhhh <3
(I kinda wanna go into a bit of petplay and piss here)
I have thought about turning this into a fic but I'm just so into the idea of doing a few day rp with the twins where they pretend to be my pets. I keep them on large collars all the time, at night I keep them tied in small cages where they sleep. During the day they must ask my permission for anything and everything. At some point, I have their only meal (this is all consensual) be soda. Just soda all day. At one point, they both drink a lot of it. It gives them each a tummy ache, and quickly fills their bladders. They asked that morning to go (I have newspapers in the corner) but I said no.
I have my lovely pets on their backs, I sit alongside them and push my hand into their aching bladders, pushing down and feeling their erections. Bad pets! Naughty! As punishment for being naughty horndogs, they are told to wait a bit longer to finally piss. Emmet caves first, disobeying me and finally relieving himself in a potted plant I have in the corner. Ingo is (mostly) a good boy, as he holds it, but eventually he just explodes, pissing all over the floor beneath him.
When the whole ordeal is done, I give them each plenty of kisses and allow them to cum in my holes🤍🖤❤️
Or they can piss in them too. That's always an option
anon i admire and respect your dedication to these two after such a long time!!
Sob... 24/7 roleplay and holding is soooo good!! Their desperation would be so obvious and there would be absolutely nothing they could do about it!! They're so into it they gladly take up a couple of vacation days to be in subspace for multiple days in a row <33 And of course Emmet caves first HAHA
I don't have much inspo left in my brain for submas atm, but if you do end up writing that fic, I will absolutely read it!!
"oh to have mean isabela treat you like her mutt... just a stupid, useless dog 😭"
soo uhm 😳😳 are you going to write this or 😳😳
<333 notes: petplay, humiliation, choking
“Dogs don’t speak, do they?”
There’s a warning in her voice, for daring to ask her to loosen the vine around your neck. It’s thick and heavy. Isabela holds the other end of it in her hand, tugging on it when you offer no response whatsoever. Though choking you with it might be more accurate. Your eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of your head, tongue resting on your parted lips as you gasp for air. You squeeze out a whimper. To escape the sensation, you scratch your nails on the floor and move your knees back and forth. You’d have scraped them on the tiles if the entire floor of her room wasn’t covered in flowers. They’re crushed, bleeding pollen underneath you.
Isabela allows you to breathe again, and your head slumps down while you pant. She hums, out of your sight. “That’s a better look on you. I’m sorry for overestimating you... I thought you would’ve known not to use your human words.” The tone of her voice is saccharine. Her hand pets your head, perfect nails scratching at your scalp. It’s such a sudden shift it leaves you reeling.
“You should know better than tell me what to do. What are you even good for around here, hm? You always have such an empty look in your eyes... Really, it must be easier for you to live as a pet.”
