₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.
You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.
Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.
The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.
Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.
When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.
Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.
He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.
His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.
He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.
It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.
A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.
You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!
Hello hello!! It's me, the anon that asking u the question about if you were only doing sugurus and satorus fics 😭 sorry i been gone for too long, was really busy!! And i noticed the request was open now and it's for genshin yippe!!
Do you mind doing a tiger Flins x cat reader?? I think that would be really cute!! (and freaky LOL) But if you can't dw, just take ur time and drink plenty of water everyday!!
- 🦖 anon from now on!!
Parings: TigerHybrid!Flins x KittyHybrid!reader
Warnings: Hybrids, smut, ooc flins maybe?
Notes: Holy my first Genshin ask in awhile thank you!! And thank you for your kind words!
Oh I love the idea of Tiger!Flins being just the sweetest thing ever, some people would already be put off by his standoffish dark appearance and to add ontop of that he’s a hybrid? A tiger one too? People are constantly making assumptions about him but not you.
Kitty hybrids are already a little skittish but that’s just not the case with you, you’re too friendly. He had found you wandering around the graveyard during his shifts, you were digging in something when he had bent down and lit up what you were doing with his Lateran, though confused you were doing no harm but he couldn’t just leave you to your devices not when those nasty creatures were out and about.
So he brought you to his home within the lighthouse, you immediately got comfortable laying in his lap and practically forced him to rub your fluffy ears, he knows of other felines but none quite as docile as you, it shocked him. You had not even a lick of when to sense danger with the way you were purring so loudly.
This eventually became an everyday thing, you’d sneak your way into his lighthouse just by putting yourself in dangerous situations, he’d have no choice but to have you stay there and remain there until he could finish his shift. It was nice to have company everyday, even if you were a little greedy at times.
You just couldn’t help yourself but rub yourself along him, lavishing yourself in his scent, you couldn’t get enough of him. It would late, after hours when you’d grind your needy cunt along his cock, a whine making itself known within your throat everytime your clit was able to get some friction.
Flins was just as greedy, he’d assist your horny little brain whenever you’d wanted, grabbing your hips and sliding you along. You’re so damn soft too, like putty in his hands the way you whine in the crook of his neck when you’ve found a pace you like. His instincts take over and he’s slipping off your shorts and nudging his cock in the gusset of your panties, it’s soddened and terribly wet.
How could he not take you right then and there when you’re spread so vulnerable underneath him, little pleas slipping from your lips, you’re so desperate.
Being the gentleman he is, he wastes no time in prodding at your hole, it’s clenching around absolutely nothing begging to at least feel the tip, he slips just about a little past it and groans.
You’re writhing from the stretch alone, his purrs rumble loud and deep within his chest, trying to calm you down and it does work as intended, along with him licking cool stripes up and down your cheek.
It distracts you enough for him to start a steady pace, once he’s got you dumbed down enough his hips start meeting your ass rather harshly, cock throbbing the moment it slips back into your sopping pussy. It feels so fucking good, and you digging your nails deep into his back just add onto his pleasure.
He thinks he’ll keep you nice and cozy in his lighthouse, you won’t even need to leave anymore, just content to sit around and keep yourself busy until he returns back.
nsfw warning mdni, breeding sorta?, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), name calling, kitty, good boy(i’m sorry i felt like it.) and just overall smut guys 🧍♀️
puppy!phainon who swears he’ll be gentle but 10 minutes later he’s taking you from the back and pounding into you, the sound echoing in the room— harsh skin contact as his thighs came in contact with your ass. “mm so sorry, jus’ fuckin’ feels so good…!” phainon whimpers, one of his hands come down to rub your clit as his thick cock slips in and out of your velvety walls.
“ahh-! phaiinon! you,” you panted out, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you as you sweat. “just take me, yeah, you can t-take it right? you’re such a good kitty for me,” phainon moans, holding your hip up with one hand. he leans down and you feel his abs press against your back, his hot breath beaming on your neck and he sloppily presses a kiss to your jawline. he removes his left hand from your clit to hold your waist properly for support. “addictive, just s’addictive,” he mumbles in your neck.
“might have to stay here forever, y-you’d let me right—” his voice trembles, feeling his own balls tighten and he’s getting close to finishing, quick. “mhhm!” you hummed, your back fully arched and you knew damn well you’d be sore tomorrow, phainon was tempted to grab onto your tail as he fucked himself into you faster, but considering you’d probably get mad at him after all of this, he decided not to. mostly due to the fact his mind was a hazy mess with how good you felt, and how soft you felt with him thrusting into you.
“can i cum inside?” he asks so sweetly, that needy tone of his making you want him even more despite the fact that he was already fucking you. “please, please, fuck i’ll be a good boy for you- just let me cum inside,” he whispers the end frantically. “fill me up,” you finally mewled back, thoroughly enjoying the way his body felt on yours, the way his shaft twitched inside of you deliciously, and of course his own beautiful sounds and begs made your own ears twitch.
(got too lazy to finish it but you get the idea i love puppy phainon now i need mean phainon 😣)
‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ . . . KINKTOBER SPECIAL .ᐟ she brought it home as a damn joke—after all, ellie had always likened you to an overgrown kitten, quiet and affectionate—but the moment you got your paws on that collar, something in the air shifted.
♡₊˚ ──── 2k. in bloom!au. dom!jackson!ellie x sub!sweetheart!reader. super soft pet play (kitty), roleplay. they're both a little reluctant at first and not sure what to do. then it turns into fucking nasty. tribbing (in doggy style? kind of?), kisses, head pats. ellie plays with reader's hair although texture/style is not specified, aside from having a ribbon tied in. possessive!ellie (love to see it ^^) and shy!reader. pet names, kitten + babe/baby + good girl. minors do not read/interact.
everything in the garage rattles as ellie slams the door behind herself, her pack hitting the ground with a heavy thud. you look over from your place atop her pillows, arms stretching above your head and a tender smile gracing your lips at the reappearance of your girlfriend.
hours feel like centuries when she's out there, dealing with god knows what in god knows where. and so, despite the mould of blankets you've built around yourself, you peel your body off the bed in order to meet ellie.
"you were alright out there?" you ask, already situating yourself at ellie's side, your hand splayed over her arm in an attempt to remove her from distraction and get her focusing on you.
"uh-huh," ellie hums, and if it weren't for the candid tone of voice, you'd think she were upset—no, there's a wild smile on the lips you're trying to reach, and she dodges you just to say, "i got you something."
"oh," you murmur, heart fluttering like petals in the wind. "you did?"
that doe-eyed stare right there is what ellie lives for, and so she can't hold back a soft chuckle. only it's part mischief, not just fondness. part of her feels twisted for leading you towards this excitement, knowing it's nothing more than a gag gift. "yeah, i did. i found something perfect for you, kitten."
"show me, show me, please," you insist. of course, you can't stop yourself from dwelling on the fact that ellie seems too amused by this one.
typically, she finds very special gifts for you out on patrol, bespoke porcelain figures from old granny homes to sit on your nightstand, or lace dresses that are only at least twenty percent decayed. she has a keen eye for things that she knows will impress her baby, keep you hooked on her, and to keep you slightly less worried about her putting herself in potential danger. you can't complain when ellie goes out on patrol if she brings nice things back.
and so you stand with ellie, who is digging through her backpack for the safe-kept souvenir, when finally you hear something rare. your eighth wonder; ellie's giggling.
"are you ready for your present?" ellie asks.
"els, what the hell?" you murmur, pawing at her shoulder to make her turn around. ellie begins trying to cover laughter with a fake cough, yeah, sure, that's gonna work. you pout your lips, complaint after complaint filling the air. "you still haven't kissed me yet. and you got me excited for nothing—"
you hear the jingle of a bell, ellie shaking whatever's in her hands rapidly. your head tilts as the sound hits your ears, and she loses composure all over again. her laughs are like little squeaks, and when she steadies herself once more, she shakily murmurs, "here, kitty, kitty."
"what the f—"
you're cut off again, this time by the reveal of the present. ellie holds out a small piece of leather, marshmallow pink. first you think it's a bracelet, then a necklace. then finally, you spot the tiny metal charms dangling from the centre ring. a small heart, and a little bell.
it's a cat collar.
"i... i'm not understanding, wait, did you get me a cat?" you ask, batting your lashes. "i want a cat."
"no, god, fuck no," ellie mutters. "you're the cat."
"...what?"
"come on," ellie groans, fingers fiddling with the clasp, already attempting to unbuckle the collar. "you're my kitten. i found it, and, like, it's kinda perfect, is it not? it's your colour and everything, babe."
"you're not putting that thing on me," you mumble. except, you might just let her. it's a pretty thing, at least. it's only slightly dusty after twenty years, and ellie's clearly attempted at wiping it smooth too. the heart charm is everything. "is it even going to fit?"
"c'mere, i just wanna see it on you," ellie murmurs in response, volume as low as yours, but her voice rougher. "it'll fit. trust me."
she waves the leather in the air again, letting the bell ring out. you huff through your nose, not even your hesitance stopping you from smiling at it.
"okay. fine."
"you sound excited, baby," ellie comments, gently pushing your hair to the side to bare your neck. she wraps the collar around your throat, carefully doing up the small metal buckle. it's a tight fit, but by miracle, it does fit.
"well, it's pink," you say reluctantly, tugging at the leather and attempting to ease some of the pressure on your airway. "and... i am a kitty."
"you're my kitty," ellie corrects, standing back to give you a once-over. "aw, it's so cute."
"is it? let me see," you whisper, rushing to the mirror. indeed, it looks adorable; soft pink wrapped around your throat, the bell jingling with every sudden movement. "now i'm a real kitty."
"yuh-huh, but real kitties don't walk on two legs, do they?" ellie teases, sitting on the edge of her bed. you peek out the bathroom doorway and meet her eyes with an incredulous stare, and she stifles another laugh by looking at the floor. "you gotta crawl."
"no," you mumble, "what?"
"pspspspsps..."
"ellie."
"c'mere kitten," ellie purrs, snorting at your reluctant smile. you don't want her to think you find this funny. even if you do. "i'll give you... head pats. only if you're a good kitty. pspspsps."
you exhale the deepest sigh through your nose, lowering yourself onto all fours. you bite down on your lower lip, hard enough so that you don't smile, and saunter over.
and ellie laughs again, especially at the constant noise the little bell makes. she quiets the second you settle at her feet, and clears her throat before beginning to scratch over your scalp with her fingertips. "that's a good girl."
pause.
both of you do, for a few seconds, taking the sudden intimacy in like a breath of air thick with fog. this scenario bears a strangely soft undercurrent of eroticism, which you never realised until now.
"more," you demand, eyes flicking up to ellie's limp wrist. you bat at her hand, and she scoffs before continuing to pet your hair.
"yeah, you are as fuckin' stubborn as a real cat, aren't you?" she mutters.
"but you promised head pats and then stopped immediately, that's not fair." you roll your eyes. "can i come onto your lap?"
"oh, so now you wanna play into this whole kitty thing?" ellie asks, eyebrows raising. "i hit you with some praise and suddenly you're all in on it, huh?"
you don't wait for an answer, instead lifting yourself onto the bed.
ellie moves without hesitation, sitting back against the headboard so that you can take place on her lap. "pretty kitty," she mumbles, almost bashful now. her cheeks are the faintest shade of crimson as her eyes trail down your figure.
"if i could, i'd be purring right now. just so you know!" you cheese. you don't have to see ellie to know she's rolling her eyes, hands pulling you back against her chest.
"you like this?" she asks in a low voice.
"mhm," you hum. you close your eyes and take in the feeling of ellie playing with your hair, her nose pressing against your temple from behind.
"yeah, look at you soakin' it all up," ellie murmurs. her voice holds the hint of a smirk now, and she takes a slow breath in before dipping down towards the crook of your neck. tiny kisses pepper the exposed skin, words mumbled between them—"my kitten."
your breath hitches the moment that her tongue darts out to wet your skin, lips pursing around your pulse point just above the collar. one hand remains in your hair, the other travels up your body until it reaches the collar; she flicks the bell and chuckles quietly at the sound.
and you're squirming. but you try to cover your neck with your hands now, to stop ellie from fussing with the collar and teasing you further. she tuts, and you know some complaint is on its way out of her pessimistic mouth before she can even get it out.
"what the hell are you getting shy for?" instead of pushing your hands down immediately, ellie grabs your wrist and pulls it closer to her, lips pressing against your knuckles. "put the paws away and be a good girl, yeah? you already needy too, huh?"
"fuck," you whisper, trying to curl up. the incessant squirming has drawn ellie's attention, of course, and she rests her hands over your hips to keep you in place with a knee sliding between your thighs. "ellie—"
"shh, i got you kitten." ellie leaves a few more of those wet, warm, open-mouthed kisses against your neck—she watches you shiver, gasp, and whimper, and then pushes you forward with a little pat on the back of your shorts. "get these off now, alright?"
you shimmy down the little pyjama shorts as ellie all but jumps out of her jeans behind you—once her lower half is bared, she scoots down the bed a bit and sits up on her elbows.
"come on babe, c'mere," ellie says near breathlessly, legs spreading for you to slot between them. she guides you with one arm, moving you backwards—your dripping cunt slides against hers and you both groan, yours quieter, hers rougher. "good girl."
your body moves without any instruction on either part, yours or ellie's. you just roll your hips down over and over, gripping at the sheets to hold yourself up.
your panting fills the room, but it's drowned out by only one thing: that stupid bell.
ellie gives a breathy chuckle, eyes mesmerised by the supple skin of your ass bouncing against her swollen clit. the constant jingling that follows your movement is by far the cutest thing she has ever witnessed. "fuck, you feel so good."
torn between the need to keep herself upright and the urge to touch, ellie lets out quiet, guttural sounds, reaching one arm out. she gropes at your ass, pulling one cheek to the side for a better view of your cunt, the glistening skin so pretty she feels a sense of pride in it. she draws her lip in between her teeth, glancing up at the back of your head when you start to make softer noises of your own.
"who owns this pussy?" she asks, kneading your flesh between calloused fingers. "who's she belong to?"
you respond in the dreamiest mewl, the sound of her name on your weak tongue making her hips buck. "ellie..."
"good kitty," ellie replies, no longer able to control her own body. she thrusts her hips up whenever yours are down. "fuck, that's good, babe."
"ellie," you whimper, again, before covering your mouth. with tired arms unable to keep yourself up anymore, you almost collapse, lying on your tummy and yet continuing to grind on her.
"you got it," ellie murmurs, watching you arch your back in sheer pleasure. her eyes roll back for a second, then she's right back to staring blown out pupils into your ass. "keep goin', i'm gonna come..."
"so close," you whisper. feeling just nigh of the edge, you push yourself harder, bouncing even faster on her cunt. your hair has started to fall out of its ribbon, tickling your back. "ellie..!"
"mhm, right here baby," ellie reassures, jaw clenching. "i'm gonna come— i'm gonna fucking come."
barely seconds later, you turn your head at ellie's deep moan, and if that furrow of her brows isn't the prettiest sight on this earth you aren't sure what is. your own orgasm follows like a domino, body spasming on top of ellie. sniffled coos and high whines spill out of your mouth uncontrollably, tapering off in slow progression.
the comedown wears off soon enough, and you settle atop ellie's chest soon after.
"such a good kitty." ellie grins, smoothing your hair out of your face. the words echo in your fuzzy state of mind, lulling you to sleep. "that's my girl."
and all afternoon, ellie eyes the collar on your neck. she never thought it would have led to this, but it was by far her greatest dumb idea. ♡
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ hey... so, i took a month's break off writing (read: i couldn't bring myself to write a single word, thank you depression) and i feel like i'm a little rusty! please don't judge it too hard :( and this, i was supposed to write months ago but chickened out because i was nervous of it being too 'taboo', even though it really isn't that severe. so sorry for those who waited for it all this time, but i hope that you like it! i figured it would be great to start off kinktober with ♡♡
kitty!reader being too deep in kittyspace after dex had left her too long to do bullseye stuff ଘ꒰ྀི ˊ∩ ິ∩ˋ ྀི꒱
he told her he was going away. tried to prep her the best he could — stocking up the refrigerator with all her favourite snacks, gave her all the passwords for his netflix, his laptop, the lot of it. he’d even given her his card to order food to the apartment — which worked in his favour as an alibi on his records if anyone went poking around. he thought you’d be a-okay.
but things didn’t go how he thought they would. one week turned into two weeks, and then someone was on his tail so it turned into 3.5 weeks. 3 weeks was a long time to be zero contact— as it was only three weeks for a regular person, but apparently three hundred million weeks in cat years.
he gets home in the evening, assuming you’re asleep early from the lack of lights in the apartment— so he tries to stay quiet as to not disturb you. he places his travel bag that had been sat on his shoulder on the floor, squinting around at the dark apartment. it was a little messy, which made his eye twitch. dex really liked to keep it clean, but he’d assumed if you were worried about his extended time away, you might not be looking after yourself like you should.
he peers down the dark hallway, and that’s when he spots it. a shape, a heap of dark mass at the foot of his bedroom door. his eyes adjust — two big, shiny eyes. you crawl a little further into the light. oh, poor kitty.
dex immediately lowers himself to your level, squatting as you crawl on hands and knees into the living space, blinking at him tiredly. as his eyes adjusted more and more, he began to notice your appearance. your hair looked a little matted, eyes puffy and rimmed with darkness, claw like nails uneven and bitten. the ears pinned to your head are askew, your tail limp behind you.
“sorry.” is the first thing he says as you get closer. he holds out a hand, taking into account what mindset you were in and you gingerly sniff it before pushing your forehead into it. your mouth is turned downward, but you’re too dehydrated and sleepy to cry. dex sighs, scratching behind your ear as you squeak out a hoarse mewl. “i know baby.” he sounds disappointed in himself, he definitely should be.
he thinks you might try and curl up on his lap, but you crawl past him, dragging your tired body to your pink metal bowl on the floor. you swipe at it a few times, the clang on the wooden floor sure to paint a picture of how empty and dry the bowl was. you stare at him in the dark. “milk.” is all you croak.
dex stands, walking his tired and bruised legs to the refrigerator and opening it up. he can smell the milk before he has to open it, the sell-by date on the carton expressing that it was the same one he’d left you with before he’d gone.
“baby.” he sighs, forehead creasing between his brows as he stares down at you, now at his feet.
“milk.” you whisper, as if in a trance.
“i know, kitty. no milk. we’ll get you some first thing tomorrow, the nice one from the farmers market. do you… remember?” he promises, leaning down to smooth a hand over the top of your head. your lip quivers.
“milk.” you mourn, digging your forehead into his leg and playing with the laces of his boots. dex pries himself away to walk to your bowl and pick it up, walking it to the sink.
“its gonna have to be water, angel. can we do that?”
you don’t say anything. he knows you’re not happy with it, but he also knows you’re thirsty and you need him to give you something. you need him to look after you.
your bell jingles as you follow him with the bowl, dipping down to lap it up when he leaves it for you. the front of your hair gets wet from dipping into the bowl but you don’t care, slurping and making a mess of water in the surrounding area on the floor. this was something dex would usually punish you for, but even he knew you couldn’t handle that right now.
as you drink, dex flicks on a lamp, walking to the couch and dropping down — exhausted. he tsks when he spots you approaching, front of your hair dripping down you. you slide between his legs, laying your cheek to his crotch.
“and… milk.” you try again and dex stares down at you.
“i told you it went bad. nowhere is open at this time. i’m sorry, sweetheart. there’s no—”
“daddy’s milk.” you whisper, but it stops him in his tracks.
“kitty-cat.” he chides, and releases an exasperated sort of chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “seriously?”
“you left me all alone.” you speak. it’s quiet, but the most coherent thing you’ve managed as thus yet. it stops him completely in his track, heart dropping in guilt.
“look, i… got caught up. i didn’t mean to leave you that long, baby. i swear… never again.” he sighs, pushing your wet hair from your face and adjusting your collar before letting you rub your cheek against his palm. still, that sour, downturned frown remains on your face. it destroys him.
dex reaches for his belt, undoing it blindly.
“get it hard. i’ll handle the rest. okay?” he reasons, and you’re happy to oblige — lurching forward to rub your wet lips all over his shaft, feeling it twitching and waking up. you drool on his tip, stuffing the soft, wet organ past your lips. he grows stiffer by the second, as you suck and lick with enthusiasm. a pointy canine scrapes beneath his mushroom tip and he grunts, yanking your head up by the hair to look into your eyes warningly.
“easy, puss.”
you continue your ministrations until he’s hard enough before he takes over — fist wrapped round his length as he pumps, exhaling out his mouth as he stares down at you lustfully.
“kitty just wants the cream ‘soon as daddy walks back through the door, that right?” he hums, fingers drumming rhythmically against your bottom lip as he jerks himself directly onto the flat of your pink tongue. “just can’t say no to you baby. can’t say no to that pretty mouth.” you were spoiled, but he made you this way. he broke you down into this, a sweet kitten who only relied on him. he’d waited so long for times like this, he just couldn’t complain.
Rafe's grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you at an unforgiving pace, the headboard banging against the wall. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping down his face. The memory of you flirting with that guy at the party earlier fueled his anger and jealousy, causing him to thrust into you even more forcefully.
“You're mine, you hear me?” he growled through gritted teeth, one hand fisting in your hair and tugging your head back. “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else makes you feel this good.”
“Fuck off.” you lazily spit at him. You were enjoying this, with your eyes glossed over and your lips perking up in a sneaky smile.
Rafe's eyes flashed with fury at your defiant words. He roughly shoved your shoulders back down onto the bed, pinning you face-first into the mattress. His weight bore down on you as he held your head firmly in place.
“You got a smart fuckin’ mouth, you know that?” His hips never faltered in their relentless rhythm, continuing to pound into her with bruising force. Your hands scrabbled at Rafe's forearm but he pinned your wrists behind your back with one large hand, keeping you completely immobilized.
“That's right, struggle for me,” Rafe purred darkly, a hint of cruelty in his tone. “You know I like it when you try to fight it, c’mon.” He shifted his hips, changing the angle so that each thrust hit that special spot inside you.
Despite your loud, pornographic moans filling the room, Rafe failed to notice the dazed smile still playing at the corners of your mouth. Everything you did tonight was on purpose because you knew he’d react this way. And naturally you got exactly what you wanted.
Calling these episodes instead of parts because this isn’t gonna be a consistent series perse, but more like a slice of life show with almost no plot and zero stakes. Some Lucky Star type shit yk.
New CWs: hole inspection, switch reader implied, breeding kink language used, femdom, chastity cage as punishment (not on reader), mentions of daddy/mommy kink language
Part 1- Hybrid Masterlist
When you and your new puppy friend hooked up in your own cages, the adrenaline distorted your sense of time. Yet as you came down from your orgasm, you looked back at the clock hanging on the wall.
It had only been ten minutes.
You glanced over at the schedule tacked up onto the wall; twenty minutes of naptime remained. You laid back down, figuring you may as well try to fall asleep as before shutting your eyes. You exhaled, trying to relax.
You were quickly interrupted by the feeling of a finger poking you on your side.
“Hey…” the puppy whispered as he poked you again. “Did…did I do okay?”
“Huh?” You didn’t even bother to open your eyes. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”
“Did I do good?” His ears twitched.
Right. Puppy.
You let out a sigh. “Yes, you did good.”
It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. “Yay…” he trailed off, content. “I wish though…” he pressed his face back up against the bars. “I wish I could cuddle with you. You’re all soft.”
“Just wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.”
Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-
“Psssssssst.”
You whipped your head around. “What?”
“What do you like to do when you’re not reading?”
“…I don’t know, sleep?”
“Oh. Okay.” He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. “Like, now?”
“No, I’m laying here with my eyes closed for fun.”
“…really?”
“No, I’m trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Well…” you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. “Find someone else to bother then for a bit. I’m sleeping.”
Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.
“What are you doing?” You mumbled as you sat up.
“I’m protecting you,” he smiled, attendants slowly coming around to unlock the cages.
Once you both were free, he moved back over to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we cuddle together now?” He asked, tail wagging. “Please”
You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all… that. “Sure. But I don’t wanna get in trouble for staying in here, let’s find our spot.”
The window was once again, unclaimed. Honestly? You were worried someone sooner or later would find out about the charm of its location, and steal it from you. However, it seemed most of the other hybrids had gathered by a different window, one towards the front of the room.
Your ears twitched as you tried to listen in on what they were discussing.
“It’s not even raining anymore.”
“We don’t have to go in the mud.”
“It’s not cold, either.”
“Yeah, but there’s always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. That’s why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.”
The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didn’t permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.
“Aww…” the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. “I wanna go roll around in the mud…” he lamented.
“I’ll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.” You couldn’t fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.
“Okay…” he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. “Do you ever play outside?”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “What? Why?!”
“I’m an indoor cat, bud,” you responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from your reading. You had given up on trying to read to him, going back to the book you had started with.
“Why?”
“Because I’m allergic to the sun.”
He peered over your book, “really?”
“No, that was a joke.”
“Oh…well, what do you do by yourself then?”
You shrugged. “Read. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.” And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rug…you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.
“Huh…” he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. “I wanna go home.”
You set your book down, letting out a sigh as you started to play with his hair; the last thing you wanted was for him to start crying again. “Why?”
“I’m bored. And I miss my owners…but I need to get better at missing them. That’s why they put me here.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You have two owners?”
He nodded, “mmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “And then they play with me, like how we played earlier.” He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.
You resumed reading your book. “Lucky you.” Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, but…he was kind of a dick.
“Yeah, they’re both so pretty, it’s so much nicer there than the shelter…” he trailed off. “But I’m bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and that’s why I’m here.”
“What’d you do?”
“Uh…” he sat up, sitting on your lap. “Do you know how the phone works?”
You shrugged, “sorta.” You had never used one, but you got the idea.
“Well, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, but…I called them too much…I just got nervous…their house is really big, and when I’m there by myself, it’s kinda scary!”
You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.
“So that’s why I’m here. I’m uh…what was the word…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. “Code…co…”
“Codependent?”
“Yeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?”
“Hmm…” you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.
“He’s an asshole,” you shrugged.
He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. “…what? Why?”
“He’s just kind of a dick.”
“Why? Does he hit you?”
“Oh, no, no, God, no.” You said with a nervous laugh.
“Cause they’re not supposed to do that, you know!”
“No, no, he just…” you trailed off. “He…well, let’s just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but he’s usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, and…”
Maybe you did miss your owner.
The puppy nodded his head as he listened. “Do you love him?”
“Eh…that’s a bit of a loaded question,” you said as you pet his hair.
“Why? I love everyone,” he sang, nuzzling against you. “Everyone is my friend, they just don’t know it yet!”
Spoken like a true puppy.
Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than you’d like to admit.
Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppy’s tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.
You weren’t as obvious as he was, but…you were ready to go home. The day could’ve gone worse, sure, but nothing could top being in your own bed with a fuzzy blanket.
You watched as the puppy ran over to his owner; a bearded man with dark hair and clearly defined bags under his eyes, wearing hospital scrubs under a sweatshirt.
He looked exhausted.
Yet even so, his expression softened as his puppy excitedly ran towards him. The puppy was a few inches taller than his owner, but knelt down in front of him without question. His owner pet his head, eyes filled with prideful admiration towards his pup.
You couldn’t stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.
“Over here, silly.”
You looked towards your left, and there he was.
You walked over to him, passing by the puppy and his owner along the way. His owner held his face, looking him over. “What happened to your nose, buddy?”
Oh shit. Oh no.
You walked just a little faster over to your owner.
He gave you a slight smile, patting you on the head; unlike your friend, your master seemed to tower over you. “Hey, you survived. Make any enemies?”
“We need to go. We need to go now.” You weren’t in the mood for jokes.
“Alright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to do that,” said your owner, looking around the room.
You watched from afar as the puppy explained something to his owner, whose happy expression had faded, an annoyed one taking its place. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.
Then he pointed directly at you.
You tugged on your owner’s sleeve once more. “We need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!”
Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. “I already told you, I-”he paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. “…what did you do?”
“Nothing, nothing,” you panicked. “It’s just, there might’ve been a misunderstanding…” you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.
The puppy’s owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppy’s face. The room began to thin out as your owner finally found the sign-out sheet, and you found yourself able to hear more and more of their conversation.
“Why didn’t anyone say something, or call me?” His owner protested. “How do you not know what happened?”
The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. “No no no, I do know what happened! It was just a … a for fun scratch!”
His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. “No buddy, it’s right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.”
You walked ahead of your owner, hoping he’d get the hint. Yet as soon as you made it to the doorway, you quickly learned your owner was not on your side. He grabbed you by the collar, a disapproving look on his face as the puppy and his owner looked in your direction.
“Alright kitty, let’s get this over with.”
—————-
Embarrassment was an understatement.
You sat on the floor next to Callon. He seemed to be in much brighter spirits, wrapping his arms around you and relaxing on your shoulder. He might’ve even been asleep.
“Look man, I’m sorry.” Said your owner. “She uh…she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,” he laughed. “If he pissed her off, then I don’t know what to tell you.”
I can’t tell if he’s defending me or not.
The puppy’s owner clearly wasn’t having it, his brow furrowed. “Then train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,” he gestured over to both of you. “He’s practically humping her right now!”
He kinda was. You didn’t mind.
The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. “Alright, maybe they just…don’t get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.”
The puppy’s ears perked up. “What? No! She’s my friend.”
“She scratched you-”
“I told you, it was an accident! But she was nice to me. No one else wanted to play with me, but she played with me!”
“Oh, how sweet,” said your owner. “Then that’s that, accidents happen, I’ll trim her claws-”
The puppy kept going. “She let me lay on her, and she read me a book, and we napped together, and then I had this dream that she was gonna be my mate.”
His owner looked petrified.
The puppy continued. “Then during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-”
Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.
Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I don’t die of embarrassment. “Shut-up,” you hissed through gritted teeth.
Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. “No buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?”
You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear you’d take your frustrations out on the couch.
“I couldn’t help myself…” the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. “So I started to touch myself, but then I realized,” he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, “that it would actually fit through the cage, so I-”
“Okay buddy, let’s…” his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. “Let’s not…let’s not do that. We don’t show strangers our puppy parts.”
“But then I fit it through the cage, and then we played, and it was really fun! And we got to cuddle afterwards, and she really soft…”
His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. “Well…”
Your owner shrugged, “I feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.”
“Yeah, just…alright, you know what, we’ll just…let bygones be bygones.” The puppy’s owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable he’d want to do it again. “Just…” he looked back to your owner. “Could you trim her claws, please?”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
“Yep. Well uh…sorry about that.” Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. “I guess we’ll uh…see you tomorrow?”
—————-
The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.
“I mean, why’d he look kinda hung?” Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. “Like damn, I didn’t even know puppyboys could be that big.”
You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.
“Oh come on,” he playfully nudged your shoulder. “Don’t be like that.”
You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your owner’s apartment; it still felt strange to call the space your own, at times. You curled up onto one of the chairs, tired and ready for the day to be over.
“You know,” your owner approached, petting your head. “I do gotta ask.”
“What?”
“You like it? Did it feel good?” His voice was lower, no longer joking around. “I knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? That’s something else.”
God damn it. The tone of his voice, the way he scratched behind your ears, his hand moving lower across your back. You knew what he was playing at, and your body responded accordingly.
“I’m not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.” His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didn’t hurt you?”
You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.
“Oh, kitty, what’s got you so worked up?” He asked, fake concern in his tone. “Thinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?”
“No…” truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.
“Maybe you’re thinking about what’s going to happen to that puppy. What his owner’s going to do to him,” said your owner as he sat down in front of you. “I think you’re like me,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.
You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. “…what do you mean?”
He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. “I think you like being in control. Being in charge.” He continued, pressing his tongue inside.
You couldn’t help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe he’d be spanked. Maybe he’d be fucked in the ass. Maybe he’d be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.
“I’d love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,” said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.
He let out a quiet laugh. “I figured you would. But I still own you, remember?” He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. “No matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”
You nodded once more. “Yes sir, I-”
He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. “Say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“‘My-my pussy belongs to you, sir!” You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadn’t even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.
“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed, dragging out each word. He continued to finger you, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt yourself getting tighter, your hand squeezing his fingers as you got closer and closer to cumming.
Your head jolted back as you climaxed, your body shaking as he pulled his fingers out of you. You breathed heavily, looking up at him with weary eyes.
You were ready, that much was clear. Ready to be fucked, ready to be bred, your pussy still wanting more. It didn’t matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your master’s cock.
You spread your legs a little wider, wet cunt on display to tease him. You watched him eagerly, waiting to watch him pull out his cock.
Instead, he walked away. “I think you’ve gotten your fill for the day,” he smirked.
…asshole.
——————
The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe you’d play outside today.
You walked inside, skimming the room for your friend, unable to find him. You set up in the same corner as yesterday; when he showed up, he found you quickly.
Unlike yesterday however, his movements today were slow, almost methodical, as if he was thinking out every step. He sat down beside you, holding his legs close to his chest and resting his head on his knees.
He looks so…sad.
He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.
You weren’t sure what to say.
“…hey,” you mumbled, only trying to get his attention.
He looked up at you without lifting his head. His eyes were wide and wet, as if he’d been crying. “Hi…”
“You okay?”
He nodded. “It’s fine…I just…I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.”
I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.
“What happened?” You asked.
He looked from side to side, confirming no one was looking at the two of you, both mostly obscured by a cabinet in front of you. He pulled down his shorts, revealing a sky-blue colored chastity cage, keeping his soft cock in place.
It looked almost like one of your toys, shiny plastic reflecting against fluorescent lights. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you immediately touched it. It was a little cold, his balls heavy underneath.
He let out a quiet whimper before biting his lip. “I…I’m not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldn’t be playing with people I don’t know.” He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. “But I told them I do know you. You’re my friend.”
On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the other…you did feel kinda bad. “Well-”
“They took away my rabbit toy too.”
“Why?” You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.
“Because I kept humping it,” he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “But…it feels nice when you touch…” he trailed off. “Soft…”
You continued to lightly tap your fingers along his balls. It was kinda fun, honestly. Like swatting around one of your toys at home. You gave them a gentle squeeze, and he instantly covered his mouth, stifling a moan.
“Wait…can you…can you do that again? Please?”
Maybe your reading could wait.
Part 3
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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, I’m kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff I’ve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. That’s all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rn…
I hope you still liked it!!! Thank u for reading :3
