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ihadlife · 8 hours

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task force 141 and their service animal irish wolfhound hybrid!reader

tags: 18+, fem!reader, hybrid!reader, tall reader, unprotected sex, oral sex, impact play, praise kink, dom/sub, rough sex, semi public sex, implied threesome, let me know if i forgot something else

price who sees that his lads are too stressed and it's negatively affecting their job performance so he decides it's time to get a service animal. that's where you come to the scene – an irish wolfhound hybrid that's supposed to keep the boys' tension at bay and make them happy. with your almost imposing height, sturdy bones, and gentle and affectionate nature, you're the perfect addition to the team. being taller than soap and gaz, people around the base who don't know you find you intimidating and leave you alone, but behind closed doors, your tail wags quicker than a lap dog's.

soap is the first one to take a liking to you. having a puppy dog personality himself, it's very easy to connect with him rather quickly. he's also very handsy with you right from the start – scratching your scalp, gently massaging your floppy ears, rubbing your belly. he never reprimands you for licking all over his face in your excitement, on the other hand, he welcomes it. he also loves to play fight with you, testing your strength and not being afraid of tossing you around since he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you due to your size. he's also the first to have sex with you. figured it would be him to step over the notional line. it starts with you two play fighting as you usually do; you roll over and manage to get on top of soap, pinning his hands to the floor. except you're not stronger than the professionally trained soldier so, in a few seconds, his hands are on your hips and helping you grind against him, having popped a boner during your play fight like a damn teenager. it's like this most of the time afterwards – you on top, riding soap while he tells you what a good job you're doing, how well–behaved you are. he's a bit selfish with it but he makes you feel good too, so you can't complain.

gaz is so sweet to you. he's by far the sweetest in the group, praising you for every little thing you do. wagging your fluffy tail when you see him? licking his palm as he pets you? just sitting on the couch in the rec room, watching the tv and looking cute? he's immediately on you, petting you everywhere he can reach and complimenting you endlessly. he is the second one to get to know you intimately. hearing soap boasting about your sexual escapades, he slowly gets bolder with his touches. he starts gently tugging on your ears while petting them as if to gauge your reaction. his fingers tease your lower abdomen while giving you belly rubs, drifting lower and lower, just barely touching around your heat. it feels like an eternity to you before he finally fucks you but it's so so worth it. gaz is the most doting owner you've ever had, spoiling you beyond belief and making sure that everything he does makes you feel good. this in turn makes you so eager to please him, to reciprocate, to return the favours. sometimes he lets you, watching you as you happily slobber all over his dick and lick and suck on his balls, nuzzling your face as close as you can to his groin. and sometimes he doesn't let you and instead focuses all his energy on you, making you feel like you're on a cloud nine.

ghost is the hardest nut to crack. you learn pretty quickly that the soldier doesn't like you eager and sweet like the rest of the team does, instead, he finds that behaviour of yours annoying. you adjust accordingly, giving him his much-needed space and always approaching carefully and calmly. if ghost can't handle your excitement, then you'll tone it down. you'll do anything to make your new owners happy. sometimes you have to sit on your own tail to physically stop it from wagging happily when he lets you sit closer to him and then eventually even rest your head on his lap. it takes time but you and ghost find your way to each other and it becomes almost second nature to you to calmly come to him when he's relaxing or lounging around, sit on his lap and cuddle with him. despite your best efforts, ghost never bites the bait and never fucks you. he never even touches you properly, even though you're sitting on his lap, thighs spread over his own, whining and trying to get any kind of friction. he can be pretty mean to you too – when you get too whiny or squirm around too much, he'll slap your puffy pussy to make you behave. there's no real force behind those little slaps but they shock you every time nonetheless.

it's price who you then come to afterwards, all teary-eyed and miserable, a proper crybaby. as you understand it, price is the pack leader and he's your favourite out of all your owners – he was the one who chose you for his family and the one who looks after you the most. he's not as playful as soap, nor as doting as gaz, nor as serene as ghost, but there's something about him that makes you trust him the most. you know that he's fair and that he will look after you no matter what. which is why you come to him regularly after your cuddle sessions with ghost, all pent up and frustrated, silently complaining to him and waiting for him to do something about it. what he does most often is he sits you on his lap, your back against his chest and your legs spread over his thighs as he plays with your sloppy pussy and pushes his fingers in and out of you in a languid rhythm. he asks you questions in the meantime and makes you answer them. 'What exactly did Ghost do that got you into such a state?' and 'What about Soap, did you have fun last night? Tell me exactly what you did.' and 'You should pay a visit to Gaz after I'm done with you. You will, won't you? You will be a good puppy for me, right?' you nod your head and try to answer as well as you can but it's hard when his fingers pick up speed and are pushing against the spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll into your head. he only ever fucks you after making you cum on his fingers or on his tongue. and when he does, it's rough. it's rough because he knows you can take it. and you love it. he oftentimes presses his forehead against yours, or holds your hand during it, still praising you for being such a good puppy for him, keeping his task force happy. and you're so happy you have tears in your eyes as the force of his thrusts jolts you up and down on his office table. he doesn't stop even when there's a knock at his doors, when one of his pack members walks into the office, the question they had dying on their lips as they watch you getting fucked out of your mind. he even invites them to join the two of you after he fills you with the first load of his hot, sticky cum.

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spirit-lanterns · 2 months

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Does Bunny!Reader have to constantly chew on things like a real bunny?

In her human form? No.

In her bunny form? Yes.

Majority of the time she is in her bunny form, she will find something to nibble on whether it’d be one of the HSR women’s fingers, clothes, a random piece of carpet she found, etc. those chubby cheeks are always moving 😌

Those brain cells do not function in Bunny form it seems 😅 many, many times has Himeko, Yukong, or even the Boss, had to scold Bunny Reader and tell her to spit out whatever she’s chewing in her bunny form :)

#🕯️spirit box #casino au #sometimes they do that thing that all pet owners do #where they just have to stick their fingers in bunny reader’s mouth #and take out whatever she’s chewing

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compacflt · 8 months

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what dog would icemav get?

im guessing no mangy devil chihuahuas or rescues (compacflt can't be seen with anything but a purebreed) golden retriever might be too on the nose, how about a malinois or a german shepherd maybe an english bulldog (ugly)

idk. i don’t really have a dog in this fight (i don’t care) (pun intended). but it definitely would have to be like a Real Dog. yeah nothing smaller than 70 lbs. a Real Dog. other than that i don’t have any opinions. could be a mutt or a rescue! but it would have to be, you know, handsome and upstanding and like, a Real Dog that you can, like, do stuff with. it is very cliche and on the nose and maybe im only saying this bc i, like, don’t care at all about dogs but ice does seem like the white lab/golden retriever guy and mav strikes me as a german shepherd guy. there are many reasons i don’t think they would ever have a dog (what would they do with the dog?) but not being able to agree on the breed might be one reason they never get a dog. arguing and bickering etc

#it would also have to be a boy.#same thing if jake & Bradley ever have/adopt a kid—has to be a boy or ice & mav are not interested #obviously for the human girl child they would have to suck it up and be good grandparents anyway but they’d have no clue what they’re doing #theyd never willingly adopt a female dog i just don’t believe it i don’t think they’re that good of people #what is a malinois?#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #asks #i do think ice & mav would be kickass cat owners though #you know like guys in their 50s/60s don’t really care about cats and their cats don’t really care about them #but it’s a mutually beneficial relationship and like they’re chill with each other #ice finding a cat under his car during a cold winter out in the sierras #posting pictures on twitter ‘we might keep him internet help what do we do’#take him to the vet etc #my husband & i have decided to keep him. we could not agree on a name so we have decided to call him cat. here are pictures. he is polite.#etc etc all things you’d like to see from a retired admiral on Twitter #my delusions are sometimes involved #idrc whether they get a pet or not though like i just drc it’s just a literary symbol for unspoken commitment #and the ways he’s thinking about that commitment without committing to actually thinking about that commitment #one day someone will take me out back and shoot me for having tags this long

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b-rainlet · 11 months

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Cannot watch 'cute cat videos' on here anymore because they either a. Endanger the cat or B. Endanger a prey animal that is being forced to interact with the cat

#No your bunny and your kitty snuggling is NOT cute that is a prey animal in a highly stressful situation #And one wrong move could trigger hunting instincts in the cat #'haha my cat is so silly she attacks my feet for funsies sometimes <3'#Okay why do you trust her not to attack your hamster then and let them roam free in the same room #(and regarding A. Any variation of your cat bring outside without a leash or in an eclosed space like a fenced (!) backyard?)#BAD FOR YOUR CAT #'I love my cat I just put him outside for several hours without supervision'#'And when he inevitably gets hit by a car/vanishes/is killed by other humans'#'I get a new one and do the exact same because why should I as the owner feel responsible for that?'#Tell me would you put your dog on the street like that??#And then tell me earnestly why there's any difference between cats and any other pet that somehow means #You can just leave your cat in incredibly dangerous situations and 'it's fine'#Cats aren't magically smarter they're tiny pets who can do fuck all if a car hits them #Or another human decides to poison them #(and don't get me started on people putting their cats outside and getting pissed when other people interact with them)#(you wanna control your cats diet/interactions/health? KEEP THEM INSIDE)#'I didn't notice my cat had a wound until a week later haha' - yeah cause you barely see your cat #That's like putting a 7 year old outside everyday and going 'they're smart enough to avoid cars this is fine :D'#Anyway as you can see I have feelings about this topic #Because as a cat owner the safety and health of my baby it the most important thing ever #And I don't do everything right but I don't get people who get mad when you point out the OBVIOUS dangers of having an outdoor cat #Tell me you want a pet without wanting to take any responsibility for it without telling me-

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sysig · 2 years

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How you came to be (Patreon)

#Doodles #Just Desserts #Oh my /gods/ I finally designed the Queens lol #Only took nearly three years pfffft #It's hard to believe that Just Desserts and Charm and all the rest have been around since May of 2019 ahh #Wild to me #I might yet redesign Queen Sundae's pants but other than that #I'll probably do some tweaks on Queen Cake's whole outfit as well since I designed it all in one go #Sometimes it's a hit and sometimes it's a miss lol #She's actually based on a specific type of cake! And it gave me yet more justification to use scalloping in excess lol #It's a Charlotte Cake! Very cute do like #Anyhow - the cascade effect #Where do babies come from? This is where and here is how lol #Since the Queens are in charge of all the Magic artifacts they also have access to some of kind of animation magic #And since everyone comes from a base of sugar they basically just need to get the right balance of ingredients to make a humanoid #No FMA rules or anything lol this is how it's meant to be #The little Tabula Rasas are similar to children - they are naïve and soak up new information by observation #But they do have an inherent understanding of certain things - language and what words mean being the biggest part to start #So this one knows what the Queens are saying haha #Since I probably won't get to it for a bit - this is also how the Pets are ''born'' but with the pet-owner acting in place of the ''parent''#It's not a one-to-one equivalent anyway #Well :) For the most part ♪

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canceriancryptid · 1 year

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im so frustrated, vet care is expensive and i cant afford to take my cat to get tests done to see why the hell he compulsively eats non food items

**he eats a healthy diet and i keep as much of that stuff away from him as i can, its just not possible to stop him from eating everything he finds**

#like of course if he was sick or something i would figure out how to pay for it #for the time being its more of an annoyance than anything? but im still worried about it #like my boyfriend got a haircut in our kitchen (it has a door) and he swept everything up after #but realized that the dustpan was outside the door in the closet #so he opened the door and pica cat saw the pile of hair and ran toward it at full speed and jumped in face first #his favourite things to eat include: •hair •fur •plastic wrapping •plants •the fuzzy end of q-tips •dust and sweepings •string #to my knowledge he has never managed to swallow any string as we all have been lucky enough to have caught him in the act and removed it #and like i said; we try to keep any and all of his favourite non food items out of his reach but sometimes things fall through the cracks #i really hope no one thinks im a bad pet owner here; im out of my element because ive never had a cat like this before but im doing my best

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jongseongsnudes · 4 months

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stress relief

roommate!jake. 2.4k words. smut with a perverted jake sim ft. ??

“show me your tits.”

“what the actual fuck sim?”

“i said what i said,” the man says so nonchalantly from the couch, a smug grin on his face. the one you swore you were going to punch hundreds of times before.

what started out as a peaceful saturday for you to study for the upcoming finals, turned into an entire afternoon full of your new roommate’s bullshit. the man had come home early - for once in his life - and decided to blast a horror movie in the living room.

you knew living with a roommate would be full of compromises but he also knew you were studying and setting the tv volume level at 70 for hours was a bit ridiculous. the man himself was already enough of a distraction as it was.

“show me your tits and i put the volume down. it’s a win win situation for the both of us.”

you could only laugh at the proposition, if you could even call it that. the audacity this man had to even suggest a thing but what did you expect, this was jake sim after all. the fuckboy-est fuckboy of them all.

“you’re an idiot. i’ll just go study somewhere else.”

you were back in your room before he could even open his mouth, not wanting to continue such a conversation with the man. you were already stressed out over finals and with the heavy storm outside, you really didn’t need jake’s antics right now.

jake sim had moved in after your last roommate three weeks ago and well... it had been hell for you since.

you weren’t exactly the shy type but jake sim was something else. not only would he blatantly flirt with you 24 hours a day but the man had a serious staring problem as well. sometimes you’d feel him watch you from across the room, other times he’d gawk at your legs like they were there for him to look at.

... which they sometimes were but he didn’t need to know that!

you’ve had to fight back so many times to not give in, to not give into his shameless advances... to not get on your knees for him because the last thing you wanted was to get involved with your roommate.

“why leave the comfort of our wonderful apartment, especially with the storm outside,” your roommate’s deep voice knocks you out of your thoughts, making you turn around to see him leaning against your door frame, “my offer stands, sweetheart.”

“i’d rather be out there in the storm than in here with you.”

“you know that’s a lie, you’d very much prefer to be here with me,” he laughs as he says so, mockingly. you watch as he gradually walks over to you, cornering you back against your table with that exact same annoying grin on his face from earlier.

your breath hitches when he leans in even closer, almost closing the very necessary gap between your bodies. you’re now very aware of his gaze’s direction and it’s not at your chest where it usually is, it’s at your lips. a smirk dawns his face at your tense reaction, the man obviously enjoying the effect his simple words has on you, “why are you so flustered roomie?”

“i’m not. now- now move. i need to go.”

he doesn’t say anything but is still fixated on your lips and it’s making you more nervous than ever. you just pray that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating right now because you’d never be able to live that embarrassment down.

“can’t blame a man for trying.”

“you’re unbelievable sim,” you push up against him, sending the laughing man back a few steps as you hurry to grab your bag and leave the room before you do something you’d regret.

“sweetheart.”

you choke at the pet name, again, your feet stopping mid hallway almost immediately to his call. you know he’s behind you, his much taller frame so intimidating and presence one you can always feel from a mile away.

and that god damn cologne he uses. the one that always heightens your senses even when the owner isn’t around.

“what jake?”

“i have a better proposition,” his raised brows are enough to tell you that he’s up to nothing good, that his next few words are probably going to be something only jake sim would ever say. “let me eat you.”

what.

“w- what?”

“well you’re stressed and i wanna eat pussy,” he confesses so nonchalantly, like it’s the most normal thing to say to your roommate or to anyone for all that matters. “a distraction. stress relief. call it what you must.”

as ridiculous as he was, he had a point. a good one too.

noticing your lack of reaction, jake takes the chance to lift you up by the waist and throw you over his shoulders with ease. you’re screaming, startled at his sudden move but that only causes the man to laugh more.

“jake what are you AHH-”

your words turns into a squeal once he throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing amongst the pile of fluffy pillows. there’s no time for you to react because the man is already hovering over, his face now close to yours. his eyes are on your lips, as if silently asking for permission and for the first time since meeting him, this was the only time you wished he just went for it.

“jake-”

“although i can tell from your face that you want me to devour this pussy,” he says, followed by a satisfied grin, “i still got to ask, do you want me to?”

it was the first time seeing jake so serious, his tone and expression the complete opposite of how he usually was. he just never came across as someone who valued consent so much so this was a surprise. a good one.

maybe you had jake sim all wrong.

“i’ll leave right now if you want me to-”

“yes. so do something or i’ll change my mind.”

the instant change on his face is one you don’t miss, or rather can’t miss. it’s as if a switch went on in his mind, going right back to the jake you were so used to.

the pervert.

“relax sweetheart, let jake sim make you feel good.”

you watch as he moves down your body, quickly finding himself a comfortable spot in between your legs to settle in. despite how cold his fingers were on your skin, your body felt hot, every part of you is screaming and impatient for him to do something. literally anything.

“hm pink? how pretty,” he pushes your dress up as he coos, revealing your pink panties that were practically soaked right now.

but damn, what a day to be wearing a dress and cute panties. thank heavens for that.

your mind was too occupied with the fact that this was really happening to realise jake had already slipped your panties off, doing so with such ease. like an expert but are you really surprised?

“i know, i’m thaaaat good.”

you immediately roll your eyes at his non sense, like a habit. but you don’t have time to complain, now becoming very aware that you’re just lying here, pussy on full display to your roommate who’s a little too focused on your bareness for your liking.

it’s crazy how it happened. from wanting to stay away from him, turned into you wanting nothing BUT him.

“can- can you just hurry up sim?”

“patience baby girl. let me do my thing.”

“jake- oh fuck!”

his lips suddenly pressing onto your heat causes your brain to literally melt, everything immediately forgotten besides him. it felt so unbelievably good, your body feels as though it’s on cloud nine and he had barely done anything.

and true to his words, he really is thaaaaat good. to call him an expert pussy eater would’ve been about right but you’re never going to admit that to him. not with that big head of his.

but the way he’s licking you, that god like tongue, really is something you’ve never experienced.

“oh my god oh my god jake-”

“yeah you like that? you like it when i do this-” he kisses your core again, his tongue flicking just enough to get you whimpering and clutching the sheets. it was so evil of him, he knew exactly what he was doing to you and the man continued to do so, painfully slow.

he grips onto your thighs, holding them down harshly when you begin moving about. the grip allows him to shove his tongue even deeper inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to your end. everything was driving you insane. his hold, his mouth, his tongue, the noise... the man himself.

“i can tell you’re close. already,” you could feel him smirking into you as he spoke, as if pleased with himself, “go on, cum for me sweetheart.”

the use of that nickname, along with his quickened licks is what does it for you. whimpers and his name are the only two things on your own lips as you finally reach your high but instead of moving away, the man begins lapping at your juices...

and man what a sight that was.

you’re definitely remembering this scene for when you’re horny and alone later...

“you okay?” you can hear him ask, your mind still hazy and unable to process much at all. that was until his face pops into view again, the man having moved back up your body, hovering over, with his lips now slightly swollen and glistening from the scandalous activity a moment before.

“yeah... i’m okay.”

“you sure don’t look it,” he chuckles, amused by your dishevelled state, “with the way you reacted with just my mouth, i doubt you’ve ever been fucked properly. am i right?”

“well...”

“i can fuck you right sweetheart.”

your eyes almost pop out of your head, his words affecting you more than they should’ve.

silence then overtakes the bedroom as you both stare at each other but no one says a thing. there’s something noticeably different in his gaze, like he’s contemplating, like he’s conflicted and to be fair, you were weirdly feeling the same.

“fuck- can i kiss you?”

you don’t bother replying and lean forward yourself, slamming your lips onto his. the sudden move surprises the man, who looked completely startled, eyes wide. you find it adorable that someone like jake could be so caught off guard and you’re proud that it was because of you.

he finally kisses you back, with desperation, like he wants to taste every part of you. and you let him dominate. your hands find their way around his neck, wrapping around it in order to pull him down closer. it’s a move you definitely know he appreciates with how he’s smiling into the kiss.

“you’re so damn pretty-”

*ring ring ring*

the sound of his ringtone roars from somewhere on the bed, interrupting whatever he was going to say and whatever this might’ve led to. how quick he was to reach for it weirdly irked you the wrong way, irritating you for some reason.

“as much as i’d love to continue this,” the man says without looking at you, too busy with his phone to even see your changed expression, “jake sim has places to go. so the apartment is all yours for the night.”

and without another word, he leaves your bedroom, followed by the front door softly slamming. it takes you a moment to realise that he actually left, that he abandoned you. although he did technically do as promised, this wasn’t how you were expecting your night with jake sim to end.

with you left completely hot and bothered.

you don’t want to be mad, you had no right to, but you are.

without hesitation, you disregard the rest of your clothes and grab your own phone. you didn’t have too much experience with sexting but you knew how to entice a man like jake sim and this was definitely how.

it takes you a few moments to finally press that send button, knowing that you 100% will regret this later. but you couldn’t care less right now, you needed him. and as quick as that sent word appeared next to your raunchy image, the little seen word also appears... but no reply.

did he just... ignore your nudes?

a million things rush through your mind, like how you were going to face him from now on. oh the embarrassment. you could probably avoid him for awhile... but not forever.

“you’re so hot. can’t believe i almost missed this.”

“J-JAKE?” and to your surprise, standing at your bedroom door was none other than your hot roommate, who’s gawking at your naked body without shame, “d- didn’t you just leave?”

“i was going to but then these,” he reaches for something pink from his pocket, something very familiar to you, and dangles it from his finger, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you with these in my pocket.”

“you stole my panties? you’re such a perv sim!”

“i only perv on you sweetheart,” the man makes his way to you, one hand grasping the pink material while the other is now palming the obvious tent in his pants. the sight has you naturally rubbing your thighs together, something jake immediately noticed as well.

he doesn’t waste any time, quickly pulling his shirt over, letting you admire his toned torso that you’ve thought about way too often for your own good. and now that it was literally hovering over you, free to touch as pleased, you swore you almost came to the sight alone.

“the person you were sending those nudes to just then, is one lucky fucker.”

“w- what do you mean sim? i sent them to you.”

“uh no you didn’t sweetheart. you know someone else named jake sim cause i didn’t get them.”

“no... but... i do know someone else named... roommate...” your voice mumbles off as realisation hits you. like a truck. you had named both jake and your old roommate as roommate in your phone. something you forgot to change once he left.

that means...

*ring ring ring*

[INCOMING CALL: roommate]

“oh fuck.”

to be continued.

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 month

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A little cow girl hybrid with her owner farmer König

I raise the stakes!! Konig, who, as part of the contract that revolved around fighting a hybrid trafficking ring that sold demihumans as cattle, was sent to rescue some farm hybrid animals stuck in the breeding pan/inhuman farming conditions...but you, pretty rescued cow hybrid, isn't really good at living on your own after being rescued from a farm. You were either raised here and reached maturity in captivity - or you got captured so long ago, you don't even remember normal, human life. Konig can't just release you in the wild, you don't even have documents!! He knows it's fucked up, having a pretty cow hybrid in his house isn't so much different from the way you were treated at the farm, but...god, he just can't get his hands off you. He has a big property in the mountains so like it or not, you're turning into Austrian highland cow - and you like to roam around in the pasture while he is too busy on the firing range or at the house work. He doesn't really do nay farm work, he doesn't have time between the contracts - but he allows you to make a small garden, taking advice from a demihuman therapist that suggested you need some small activity to keep yourself occupied. Cow hybrids are generally light-headed and silly, so Konig knows he can't force you into doing harsher labor - although sometimes you like to cook and to wake him up with very loud cleaning sessions. But...of course, living with an adult, mature hybrid in your house is a tough challenge if you don't want to fuck said hybrid. Konig wants to fuck you, wanted you since the first time he had to bath you because you don't understand how the shower works and afraid of him just hosing you like people did at the farm - but he always forced himself to stop before he could actually force himself, always too awkward and nervous...even though he is obsessed with you, morals be fucked. And his morals do get fucked when you beg him to milk you. Pretty dumb thing, you don't understand that he won't help you for free - that once he is done drinking all the milk that summed up in your heavy, swollen tits, he will be forcing you on your back and make you moo as he bounces you on his cock. He doesn't enjoy quiet farm life as much as he thought he would, but he surely enjoys spending time with his newest pet...

#konig x reader #cod #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod

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saotoru · 9 months

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puppy love

ʚ puppyboy!leon kennedy x reader

ʚ word count: 2.1k

ʚ content warnings: fem reader. hybrids. no plot. scent kink. heavy dumbification. breeding kink. ruts. panty stealing + sniffing. implied 'virgin' leon. slight degradation (leon is called bad dog). reader wears a skirt. overstim. marking. praise kink. oral (f). crotch sniffing. masturbation (m). cum fucking. mentions of pregnancy. leon speaks in broken sentences.

minors do not interact

the last thing you expected to own was a puppyboy.

it was by pure coincidence that you had stumbled on him. he was a sad sight: huddled and shivering behind the dumpster in the alley next to your apartment. yeah, you didn’t want to own a pet, but could you really leave a stray out in the cold like that? so you took him in—‘leon,’ the name on his collar read—bathed, fed him, and gave him a place to sleep.

you showed him a kindness he's never experienced before; cold rain and hard surfaces are all he’s known his whole life, but you’re different. you’re warm and soft and sweet—everything he imagined the perfect owner to be.

so it’s no surprise how quickly he grew to love you. a lot.

but sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you.

because it'll be hours before you're home again, away at something called 'work,' before he can hug and lick and kiss you. the thought of waiting that long makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

leon lets out a sad whine for only the empty apartment to hear. he misses you.

some comfort is all he needs right now. he pads over to your room, where your scent is the strongest, and climbs on the bed to bury himself into your pillow. the smell of your shampoo fills his nose as he sniffs all over the fabric before digging his face in it, trying to drown in your scent and pretend it's you. for a moment, it works. he imagines burying his face in your tits like this, imagines you scratching behind his ears and calling him a good boy in that sweet voice of yours. his tail wags at the thought.

but... it's not enough. he grows restless—the pillow isn't warm. it doesn't pet his hair or kiss his forehead or tell him he's a good boy. it's not you.

another frustrated whine. he sits up, tail thumping on the bed, unsure of what to do. he needs more. something that will satiate him for the next few long hours without you. nose hiked in the air, he sniffs around the room before catching a whiff of your scent coming from your closet. and then he sees it: your laundry hamper.

he feels no shame rifling through the dirty clothes nose-first. there's nothing wrong with missing you, with wanting to be comforted, right? it’s innocent enough—him sniffing out whatever article of clothing it is that smells the most like you and pulling it out with his teeth:

a pair of panties.

he carefully tucks them in his mouth and goes back over to your bed, settling down on your side again. he sniffs at it and something stirs in his tummy, but he’s not quite sure what it is. the fabric is thick with that sweet, heady scent, unmistakably yours. this is just what he needed. it smells so good, exactly like you and that spot between your legs.

leon takes another inhale and lets out a low whine, that feeling in his tummy stirring again, but stronger this time. it’s an unfamiliar ache. a dull heat that pools between his legs and leaves him dizzy the further he digs his face into your underwear. he’s not entirely sure why he lolls out his tongue and licks at the fabric, but the taste of you only makes the ache burn hotter. it triggers something; a throb so strong that it nearly makes him yelp.

he looks down at his body, to where it's hot and aching the most—his cock. fully erect, stiff and drooling against his abdomen, tip flushed a bright red. he whimpers sadly at the sight. it’s starting to border on painful but he's not sure what to do about it. he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about you.

with an experimental roll of his hips, leon lets his cock brush onto the mattress. he’s completely unprepared for the rush of pleasure it brings, making his body grow taut, back arched and tail stiffening. a shiver runs through him. it feels… good. he does it again, harder, this time letting out an unabashedly loud moan.

soon he's rutting himself on the bed while he slobbers and drools all over your panties. all he can think about is licking you like this, laving his tongue in that spot between your legs. the thought sends another hot pulse straight to his cock and him into a frenzy, hips are a blur as he licks at the crotch of the fabric, moaning over and over and over. he can’t stop. he's so far gone, lost in this new addictive pleasure that he doesn't even hear the click of the front door opening.

you frown. normally leon's greeting you with licks and hugs the moment you step foot through the front door, but your pup is nowhere to be seen today.

the apartment is small, and all it takes is a quick glance for you to see he's not in the living or dining room. the bedroom is the last place to check—and that's where you find your puppyboy sprawled on the bed face-first in a pair of your panties, letting out high-pitched cries as he humps the mattress fervently, too busy chasing his high to notice you're even here.

the sudden touch of your hand to his hair breaks him out of his trance. his dumb pup brain is so muddled with lust it takes him a few seconds to realize it’s you—you’re here, real, stroking his ears and smiling at him, and it's not just his imagination. immediately he pounces on you, wrapping you in a tight hug that knocks you back onto the bed.

his tail wags furiously as he smushes his face into you. "missed you. p-please, need you," he mumbles.

he's never felt this way before. feverish, sensitive to the point that he's uncomfortable in his own skin. consumed by some sort of need, an insatiable heat that gnaws at his chest and threatens to swallow him whole if he doesn't do something about it.

your touch comforts him briefly—the kiss to his sweaty forehead and your hands on his back allow him to relax a little. "my poor baby. puppy just wanted to taste me, hm?" you ask, looking over to your now chewed-up panties crumpled on the far side of the bed.

a low whimper is all he can respond with. part of him feels ashamed for what he did, for accidentally ruining some of your clothing. and maybe if his brain wasn't so dizzy with need right now he'd think about the consequences of his actions and apologize. but instead what comes out is, "please... c-can i?"

your voice is sweet but your words are not. "i dunno, leon. you're a bad dog, ruining my underwear like that."

you practically watch his heart break in those wide, innocent eyes of his. "n-no, please, 'm a good boy, 'm your good boy..." he cries, clutching you tighter. a bad dog? the reprimand hurts worse than any other punishment possibly could.

"then why don't you prove it, baby?" you spread your thighs apart and that's all the direction leon needs.

he wastes no time shoving his face beneath your skirt and bringing himself face-to-face with your still-clothed cunt and inhaling. your pillow, your panties—neither of them even compare to the source, or give him the same rush of pleasure that dragging his tongue up your labia does. he curls your panties to the side with a finger, giving him enough access so that he can slurp at your slick just like he imagined earlier.

he's so eager, so starved of your taste and approval and love that he grows pussydrunk too quickly, practically making more sounds than you, whining and moaning as he all but devours you whole, laving his tongue anywhere he can reach and pressing his face as far in as poassible. that heated ache from between his legs is even worse than before, when he licked at your panties like this, and if he let himself grind his puppycock on the bed right now he'd cum immediately, but he ignores it.

because all he can think about are your words earlier—bad dog. nonono, that's not him; he wants to hear you praise him, hear you moan his name all pretty and tell him he's doing a good job. so he pays attention to your every reaction instead, how you twitch and hum when he flicks his tongue over that sensitive spot on the top. he focuses there, puppylicking your swollen clit over and over and over, even when your thighs clamp tightly his head and threaten to squeeze him away he still doesn't stop, slobbering and sucking at your pussy til you're creaming all over his lips with a sob of his name, because he's desperate to be your good boy again.

that gives him the reaction he wants—the sounds you make are so pretty, his ears perked up to your every breathy moan as you buck your hips into his face and ride out your high, leon licking up every bit of cum that drips down your perineum.

when you squirm from the sensitivity and shove his face away, leon moves back up your body. he rests his chin on your chest and looks up at you with puppydog eyes, his tail wagging in slow, broad strokes. "did i do good?"

it takes you several seconds to reply. you lay there, ruffling his hair and ears mindlessly, still reeling from your orgasm. "y-yeah, puppy did such a good job. good boy, leon."

finally.

he's so happy he can't help but crash his mouth onto yours and kiss you. it's sloppy, a mess of teeth and tongue, but you find yourself meeting him with equal desperation. you let him lick into your mouth, tongue heavy with the taste of yourself as it slips against your own in a heated kiss. that's all he wanted to hear and he's so excited right now he could die.

and his heart nearly stops when you wrap your legs around his hips and murmur, "please, leon." the need in your tone makes his head buzz with adoration. his tip bumps against your labia clumsily and leon lets out a noise from the back of his throat. he's so pent up, basically edging himself all day and leaving his cock swollen and aching so hard that he could probably cum untouched right now.

and the moment he pushes inside you, he does.

he didn't mean to. but you're so wet, soaked from your orgasm and spit and now his spurts of thick cum, that it's impossible for his eyes not to roll to the back of his head. his entire body trembles from the overstimulation but he pushes further and further in, cock still stiff even after cumming, splitting you open until he's buried balls deep and his pelvis rests against yours. the drag of him in and out of you is loud, he's so loud, whining with every slow thrust that fucks his cum deep inside you, the squelch of your creamy pussy milking his cock and making him lose his fucking mind.

it’s not long before he’s fucking you with that same horny puppy pace that he fucked the mattress with earlier, only you feel so much better. better than he could ever imagine—hot and wet and addicting. he can't slow down, thrusts so so sloppy while he fucks himself dumb in your perfect cunt, tongue lolling out and eyes going crossed, poor puppy brain so overstimulated it's all he can do to not cum a second time right now.

"i wan' it," he slurs. it feels like words are impossible to form, his tongue too heavy and thick for his mouth right now. "wanna cum again, inside you."

"yeah? puppy wants to breed me?" you hum.

breed. that word sets him off.

pure instinct. that's what he's driven by as he humps you even faster, rutting his puppycock inside you so desperately, needing nothing more than to knock you up and make you his. "yesyesyes please," he begs. "wanna breed you, wanna litter of pups. please-"

his babbling is cut short by his own choked gasp as your legs wrap around his hips and lock him there, forcing him deep inside and unable to pull out.

"cum for me, leon."

and he's gone, cumming hot, thick ropes, filling you with nothing but him, claiming, marking you in the most primal way possible.

you're his, and no one else's.

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ʚ author's note: if you read this far thank you! this is my first full fic on here. feedback is welcome + vv appreciated :3c

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #puppyboy tag

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m-ayo-o · 3 months

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Curiosity got kitty laid 🐱

satoru is rly sweet to his inexperienced kitty girl who doesn't really understand anatomy or sex :s nsfw! "kitten" + so many pet names, virgin reader (hybrid girl), hands + oral + sex (tummy bulge)

Thinking of the most inexperienced and sweet darling kitty girl who's just pawing at Satoru's lap for some attention.

He sits there with his legs spread so wide, you can't help but kneel between them and touch him where you're not allowed. He tried to resist you for so long but now you're doing this he's starting to get distracted from the TV and his crystal gaze keeps dipping down to your fingers... your hands.

"Baby- wait, you know what will happen if you touch your owner there?"

You shake your head, still massaging his crotch gently.

You know what yours feels like. You have a little tiny button you can press that makes you feel nice and a cute hole that gets all wet and gooey.

But that's not what his is like.

You sometimes see him bulging there, between his legs, especially if he wears tight pants or you catch him in his boxers. You want to know what it is. So what better way than to find out through touch?

"It's gonna get bigger, baby..." he strokes your ears gently with a concerned look in his eyes, "you better be careful, you might see a side of your owner you don't like, sweetheart."

He warns you but you are just too curious.

The soft and squishy swell in his shorts is... changing. You press your face closer to feel it on your cheek, nuzzling up and down. Your owner is letting out little soft hums now. He sounds nice, so you keep going. And the thing between his legs is growing, just like he said. And your hands start stroking him more because he seems to really like that, following the cues of his body until your hands are almost wrapped around him through his shorts.

You pull on it.

"Ngh-"

He makes such a sexy noise.

"Baby, I'm gonna get too hard in a minute, are you just messing around or do you really want this?"

He looks down at his body, where you're holding him.

"..wan' it..."

You murmur and tug on the waistband, pulling it down to see what it looks like. If he feels good when you touch him here, why wouldn't you continue?

It's pretty and pale like the rest of his skin, but it has a round head at the top that's quite red and blushed. There are big blue veins swelling along it and when your tiny hand circles around him you can feel a pulse. It throbs in your hand. You can barely cover him with one hand, so you use two. And he gives you a pleased smile, like you're doing the right thing.

You stare for a moment. You're not sure what you're supposed to do with it. It's so big and long. Where is it supposed to go?

"Owner- what is it?"

You understand it's him. It's part of his body. But like he said, it's making him act different. He has a blush on his cheeks and his breathing has got a bit shaky.

"It's my cock, sweetheart. It's for..." he searches for a word you might understand, "mating."

Now that word, you have heard before. Mating. It feels more like an instinct than a word. You're not sure what it entails but now you know it involves this big thing between his legs. Curious to find out more, you start moving your hands, up and down, up and down. His hips move in tandem and he lets out some noises you've never heard before.

He's gasping, then sighing with little moans caught in his throat. He bites his lip and you watch his expression shift. He kind of looks in pain so you stop your movements abruptly.

"No- no, don't stop."

His voice is deep and breathy.

He shakes his head and bucks his hips. You regain your grip on him and guide your hands over him again, following the beating pulse of his cock.

More noises spill from his puffy pink lips and you realise now that all the sights and sounds of him are waking a certain feeling in you. Your thighs press together and you can feel the slick there, as if you'd been touching yourself for hours. Which you have done, to the thought of him. But now he's here like this, would it be ok to touch yourself? To feel pleasure with him?

You slide one hand off his cock and down between your legs to find the little bud there. Slipping down your skirt, under your cute panties.

The lack of attention on his base causes his eyelashes to flutter in your direction.

"Oh kitten, you wanna feel good with me?"

He has a smile on his lips and in his eyes. You know it's ok.

You nod shyly and keep circling yourself and pulling at his cock. Through your hazy lust you notice a little bead of liquid on top of the red round tip. When you look closer you see it leaks out of a tiny hole and you watch it drip down the silky smooth skin. He gets so wet until the entire flushed tip is shiny.

And you wonder what you're supposed to do with all that wet stuff? Can you... lick it? Would he mind if you tasted it?

Curious thoughts draw your lips closer. It's intimidating. You look up at him and he doesn't stop you from sticking your tongue out and connecting it to the wet tip. You smooth your tongue around him while keeping up the rhythm with your hand and he moans. It's deep and loud and brings a new pool between your legs.

"Yeah-"

He gulps for air again. He looks so hot, like he's running a marathon.

"Yeah, kitten, use your mouth-"

He's not asking you. He's barely even telling you.

His voice is so filled with need and want that you obey, engulfing the entire swollen head with your lips. The tip of your tongue presses at that little leaky hole and a higher pitched sound comes from him. You circle your wet muscle around him and your saliva drips down this long and hard part of his body.

"Wow- y-you're a fucking angel, baby, can't believe you're doing this to me-"

He lets you suckle on his tip and use your hands to pleasure him and yourself for a little while longer then he wants to show you something else.

"Look, come here," his arms wrap around your body and he pulls you up on his lap.

"Wanna know what this thing is really for?"

You nod and look at his pretty face in a daze.

"Yes owner!"

Your eagerness makes him laugh. He's afraid you won't be so perky when he shows you what it's like.

"This," he tugs at his cock and lines your hips up with his body, "is going in here."

He rubs the soaked entrance of your hole with his fingers, dipping them in a little. He strokes up your tummy and imagines how full his little kitty will be.

You shake your head slowly in disbelief.

But he returns a mischievous smile and nods, slowly smearing his wetness all over yours.

Is that what it was for? To make sure he can go inside?

He pulls your body down and your hole resists momentarily before he coos in your ear-

"Relax, baby, open up for me."

His cock stands upright and sinks into you as you come down, slowly, your lips finally meeting the white hairs of his base.

You feel different.

Your head feels confused and your body feels like it's been rearranged. To fit him. He's pushed everything out of the way and made room for his cock. You look down and see the fat swell in your belly. You're too struck and shaken to do anything but stare.

He giggles, enjoying your expression, and starts lifting you up again.

"Wait wait wait-!!! We, we move--?? Like this??"

It felt wild enough just sitting on him, taking all that inside you?

"That's enough, that's enough!!!!"

But no.

"No, oh no, honey~"

He hums and slides you up and down. Your mouth hangs open and you've never felt so wet before. He feels so achy and hard in there like he's going to split you open. But he's giving you the highest form of pleasure you've ever received, all while fulfilling some kind of deep rooted instinct. A hot desire in the core of your body that you weren't really aware of until now. It's inside you and he's touching you in all the right places to ignite this feeling and make it spread from your centre right to the tips of your fingers and toes.

You feel like you've left reality behind, but you can grasp that you're being lifted up and down. He's doing it gently and looking at you with affection in his eyes. His face looks soft and needy and you just have to grab onto his shoulders and smother him in kisses, which he seems to love.

He smiles and laughs into you.

"Baby, you like it now, hm?"

He coos and strokes you softly, guiding you over his body.

"Yeah~"

You manage to find enough breath to reply and you sink into his body. He holds you and pulls you up and down, his hips starting to move under you. They bounce you to start with, slowly, smoothly, then they start bucking with more force until you're grappling onto his shoulders and nearly being thrown in the air.

Your breath is knocked out of you on each thrust. You're panting over his mouth and he only lets you rest for a second so he can rip your shirt off to see your tits bounce. You have no idea what to do with the rest of your body but keep your legs open to take everything he needs to give you. The rest falls slack- your tail and ears twitch intermittently and you can feel the muscles in your hole spasming around him.

"Baby, well done," he keeps telling you. He knows he's huge. He knows you weren't necessarily ready. But he warned you... and if you're going to touch him like that you've got to be prepared for this.

You can only whimper and hiccup in reply and he starts kissing you and sucking on your lips madly, plunging his tongue inside you while his dazzling eyes meet yours.

He's ravenous.

He looks more handsome than he ever has. But his expression is making you nervous. You don't know what he's going to do.

He starts grabbing your ass and slamming your body down on his dick harder and he suddenly throws his head back over the sofa.

"Uuhhg --- fuuck fuck me-!!!"

Now it sounds like he's begging you. He's moaning. You understand he feels good, but he looks so needy. What does he need?

"W-what is it... Toru, owner??"

"Fuck me, please, ride my dick, I swear I'm gunna cum soon, do you wanna make me feel good? Wanna make your owner feel good? Kitten, kitten baby I'm not gunna last just pl--"

His plea is cut short by a silky smooth movement of your hips that makes his body shake and convulse under you.

You wanna see more.

You lift his shirt up and he rips it off, impatience making him aggressive.

His abs are tensing up and his jaw is shut tight.

You roll your hips over him with a little guidance. It feels natural. You know what to do.

So you move up and down, taking him in your depths with him grabbing every inch of your plush skin- your ass, your thighs, then up your stomach and landing on your tits. He pinches your little nipples and sucks on them, making you whimper and whine until the intense, swelling pleasure in your stomach feels full like it's about to-

"O-owner what-what's happening- oh, oh, wait- this, this is---"

"Mating, baby, you're cumming, I can feel you."

He explains through the tightly clenched muscles of his jaw. He's gotta focus.

"You're squeezing me-"

You nod and moan, feeling the pleasure spread and beat through your body.

"-to get my cum out. Made for me- made to take me-"

He pants and bruises your hips with his big hands until you can't ride him anymore and he fucks his hips up into your with force until his cum spills. He moans out his affections and praise, pulling you up and down slowly to ensure you get every drop.

He lets you sit on him like that for a moment, bringing you closer. Your head nuzzles under his chin and you feel a little embarrassed with the way you acted, but he soothes all of that by stroking your back and telling you what a beautiful kitty you are.

"Was that fun, sweetie?"

His hands snake up your back and find your pointy ears to fiddle with.

You lick at his throat endearingly and peer up at your owner. He looks so satisfied.

"Mhm~" you hum affectionately and purr into him, enjoying the warmth of your naked bodies.

satoru

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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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Steve Harrington is absolutely the sort of person to become emotionally dependent on a pet. He grew up lonely and he loves taking care of things, and here's this creature that loves him unconditionally and is dependent on him for care? He's a goner

He finds a kitten in his backyard, wet and cold and alone, but in pretty good shape, all things considered. It hisses and swipes at him, but it's also mewing pathetically, and Steve can't just leave it, so he manages to get the thing inside with minimal blood loss (all his) and cleans it up and feeds it. It's a lot more amenable to the idea of Steve once it's warm and dry and full, and by the end of the day, it's curled up and purring in the crook of his neck, and Steve is already prepared to die for this thing

He does recognize that the right thing to do is to ask around and see if anyone is missing a kitten, which he does do, but no one on his street or the next one over lays claim to it, and there aren’t any kind of wanted posters going up for it, so Steve decides he is now the proud owner of a cat

He names her Baby and dotes on her accordingly. (In his defense, the name is Robin's idea; she tells him that he treats the cat enough like a baby, so the name might as well fit. Steve's always been shit at coming up with names, so he just goes with it)

Baby is the world's most spoiled cat, which Steve readily admits. But isn't that what cats are for? She's a wonderful cat and she clearly deserves nice things and Steve is going to get them for her. Toys, treats, a plush cat bed, the best food, whatever he thinks she could possibly need or want. If "I work hard so my cat can live a better life" t-shirts had existed in the 80s, Robin probably would have gotten one for him and he probably would have worn it

Of course, it helps that Baby actually does adore Steve. With everyone else, she ranges from frosty to outright hostile (she's taken a particular dislike to Eddie, of all people, which is unfortunate, because Steve really, really likes Eddie); she'll consent to be admired, and she'll accept treats, and she might even let more familiar people pet her, but in the end she is very much Steve's baby. If he's home, she's stuck to his side like a burr, curled up wherever he is and purring away, content just to be with him. She still snuggles up in the crook of his shoulder at night, just like when she was a kitten, even though she's bigger now and is a bit less easily accommodated

It goes without saying that Baby is strictly an indoor cat. Steve lives right up against the woods and there are predators out there, and people in town drive like assholes, and Steve won't take the chance of her being eaten or run over or meeting some other horrible fate. He really doesn't think his heart could take it

But of course, because all cats are terrible bastards at heart (affectionate), Baby darts out the back door one day as Steve is coming in off the patio, chasing after some other small animal that Steve can't even see, and she's out of the backyard and up towards the trees before Steve can do much more than make a grab for her

And Steve, who has survived interrogations and monster attacks and many situations objectively much more stressful than this, does not panic. He does spend half the night wandering around in the trees with a flashlight, shaking a bag of cat food and calling for Baby, but that's not panicking, that's problem solving

He eventually gets too cold and too tired to keep going and has to pack it in for the night. He holds onto some shred of hope that she'll be waiting by the back door when he wakes up, wondering why the hell it's taken so long for him to come let her in, but apparently that's not the way life works, because the patio and all areas around the house are still distinctly catless come daybreak

Eddie shows up sometime mid-morning, just as Steve is preparing to head back out and look for her. He has genuinely never seen Steve so upset; he looks like he might actually cry if he doesn't find that damn cat, which just isn't something that Steve does. But he's actually fucking distraught, and Eddie simply can't have that, even if Baby is his nemesis, so he goes to the phone and makes some calls

He cashes in on favors, he makes promises, he actually agrees to pay Mike ten bucks to show up, but he gets the kids, all the older teens (the only reason Robin hadn't been there already is because Steve hadn't paused long enough to tell her what was going on), and even the Corroded Coffin boys up to Steve's house to comb the woods for Steve's damn cat

It's Eddie who finds her in the end, a shock of pale, mewling fur actually stuck in a fucking tree. The cliche nearly kills him – either that or trying to climb down a tree one-handed while holding a cat. He's surprised she actually lets him pick her up, but then again, she's been out here all night, she's cold, and at least she recognizes Eddie. Maybe this is the beginning of a truce

Or, she might go back to hissing and swiping at Eddie any time she the mood takes her, but Eddie doesn't even care, because Steve is elated to have Baby back, so fucking happy that he doesn't even seem to notice that she's digging her claws into his arm as she clings to him for dear life all the way back to the house. Eddie will deal with anything that Steve loves that much

Steve pays for pizza to thank everyone for putting their Saturday on hold to search-and-rescue a cat, and everyone warms up and eats their fill before slowly filtering back out of the house. And later, after Baby's been cleaned up and fed and properly doted on and is purring away curled up over a heating vent in the living room, Steve takes Eddie upstairs to show his thanks in a much more thorough manner

After all – Baby is very important to him, and he's more relieved than he can say to have her back, but she isn't the only thing that Steve adores

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #while I'm sure steve would love a dog too I just really see him as a cat person #he wants to spoil the shit out of something and that's what cats are made for #meanwhile Eddie is losing his mind because cats love him normally. they LOVE him! what is wrong with Steve's cat!#(she does not like sharing steve. that's it that's the reason)#solar wrote

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belladonazeppole · 1 month

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The Many Suitors of Miss Fortune

"I fucking knew it!" Adam yelled while pointing at Husk, this asshole reborn as a sinner and didn't took him long enough to come to the hotel asking for a place to stay since it look that lot of sinners could recognizr him and they weren't happy.

Charlie, the bleeding heart that she had, accept him even if she wasn't excited of him be here but she believe that everybody deserve redemption even if that person was Adam who took a liking on Husk.

"You almost convince me that you were a dude!" For some reason Adam believe that Husk is a woman. Maybe it was his chest fur since Angel gave him a shampo that gave Husk more volume or maybe Adam is into woman with deep voices or he's just a fucking moron. "You look so hot that I can get over you having the bitchest personality in this dump."

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU CAN'T BE THIS FUCKING STUPID! " Husk yelled angrily at Adam, he has this argument to many times and just fially he succed in making him see reason in that thick skull of his."I'M JUST IN DRAG!"

The fact that he comes from Adam just makes him lose hope.

Sadly he can't make this moron see reason but he was right in one thing, he look really good. Husk has to congratulate Angel for making his grumpy old ass look this great. Husk was wearing a golden-yellow backless dress with a slip on the side, golden heels to match, a short wig that was the same color that his fur. It make Husk remember his youth when he do some drag as "Lady Luck" but that was when he was alive.

"As crude and imbecile Adam can be, he is right for once, you look quite wonderful tonight, my dear Husker." Said Alastor while spawning out nowhere in the stool of the bar while glaring at Husk. That was actually kinda sweet from Alastor since after their deal was broken their relationship was.... weird. Alastor sometimes tried to treat still like his pet but now Husk could actually refuse.

Alastor still was a bitch in deer clothing but maybe they can move on from their owner/pet relationship, maybe even making Alastor see Husk as an actual person and not his cat.

"Thanks, Al. That—

"Your welcome! But I do have a problem while the dress fits you like a glove the color just don't see like the right one." He squints his eyes while looking at him up and down to then snapping his fingers making the dress changing from golden-yellow to red, "There! It isn't better? Red was always a color that look better on you, my friend."

Or maybe not.

"No thanks. This color fits me way better than red." He said with a smug smile while snaping his fingers and, return the dress from Alastor signature red to his original golden-yellow, which make one of Alastor's ears twitch.

"Just ignore them you can't deal with stupid or batshit crazy." Said Angel while not giving Adam or Alastor much of a thought, the first just flip him in return while the latter strains his smile, "Now give me a spin! I want to see all my hard work before your date ravish you!"

"DATE WITH FUCKING WHO?" Adam yelled now angry knowing that the hottie that he was trying to bang was gonna be bang for somebody else.

"Husker!?" Alastor was shocked that his former (pet) associate was having date he believe that he and Angel were going to one of their silly "going out" but that somebody was having interest in his oldest... friend. It make Alastor feel angry and possesive. Meanwhile, Husk just rolls his eyes and ignore the outburst of these dumbass but still does what his friend ask him, after all Angel did help him and looking like this-

"This is just a first date, Angel."

"Just do what I'll do."

"I won't do anal in the first date." He cringes at bit at the sound of radio interference but refuse to giving Alastor the attention, "Buuh you whore!" Angel said jokingly while Husk just snorted at him.

"There you are!" A new voice make himself know, that was coming from the TV, it was Vox, who succed in coming out of the TV before Alastor could destroy it. "Fuck you old fossil!!" He yell while giving the finger to the radio demon.

Ever since Vox saw Alastor defeat agaisnt Adam he become more bold in entering to the hotel to mock the other overlord and old rival much to everybody else annoyance. Even fake dating Husk to have more info but the dumbass become more invested in Husk.

He may become Husk unofficial sugar daddy.

They don't even fuck.

Vox just gaves Husk money like an idiot for doing nothing.

Again Vox is a moron.

"Are you gonna fuck a fucking TV instead of having me? The Dickmaster?" Adam asked in disbelieve, fuck he fall really hard in this one. "He looks soo desperate."

"Inded and needy." Alastor glare harder at Vox, "I would expect that you have a better taste than this, Husker." At hint of dissapointment was in Alastor voice. Vox, for the first time, didn't put a lot of mind on them, "And you two are better?" He asked while crossing his arms to them point to Adam, "You! A broke fallen angel that is so fucking desperate that come to the place that tried to destroy in the first place!" Now pointing at Alastor, "And you! A coward who escape in battle and treat him like a pet at best!"

Now looking smug, "While I'm a powerful overlord that has tons of money and can make any of his whishes reality."

"I mean he isn't wrong."

"True, but Husk has a date with somebody waaayy better than any of you guys."

"WHO?" The three of them ask in anger.

"Hoo Mama!"

The three sinners slowly begin to turn around to see Lucifer the King of Hell with a bottle of apple cider and his mouth wide open at the sight of Husk, so he was the date.

That motherfucker.

Lucifer seeing that there were more people watching him pulled himself together as best he could, failure of course, "I mean…uh- You look beautiful tonight Hu- I mean Miss Fortune, yes, that color suits you excellently." He said hurriedly as he handed the bottle of apple cider to Husk who only smiled at his reaction.

He hands the bottle to Angel, "Thanks, Duckie." He laughs a little as the redness in his cheeks appears, "But you have Angel to thank, he's the one who made my geezer self look this awesome."

"Uuhhh, thank you Angel." He said a little awkward as with the use of his magic made another bottle appear, "A thank you for making Husk look amazing…I mean more! More amazing than you normally look, you always look good but now? I almost fainted…"

He really was Charlie's father.

The same verbal diarrhea when they're nervous.

It was adorable if he was honest.

"I understand you look amazing today too, Duckie." He said once again using Lucifer's nickname which only made him smile more and more relaxed, "I'll wait for you outside."

"Thanks, Short King" Said Angel with the bottle in his hand and leaving to his room, "Have a good fuck you two!" He just waves his hand a bit awkwardly, "Don't worry I'll make sure Husk has a night he won't forget."

He was ready to leave until he sees the three sinners looking at him with daggers in their eyes, his awkward posture changes to an arrogant one while he flashes them the finger, "You three want to be me so badly right now."

"Adam, looks like third time's the charm after all. Alfred I'm sorry for not being able to stay for a conversation but I have date right now…. and who are you?" He said the last while pointing at Vox but shakes his head nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter if I'm honest. I have go to my date with Miss Fortune and if I'm lucky it will soon be Mrs Fortune." He said while sticking his tongue out between his fingers.

"Toodles!" He cheerfully as he leaves the three of them alone.

The King had a date and felt really lucky if he is honest!

(This takes inspiration by a small convo that @adyophene and I had it was too good for me not write.)

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luveline · 9 months

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Spencer coming home from a long case only to find reader has unexpectedly adopted a bunny? ("Look Spence!! This is Doctor Bunny Reid :)")

thank u for ur request ♡ gn!reader

Your apartment smells strangely like straw.

Spencer creeps inside quietly. It's five AM, too early for him to feel good about waking you up, but he hasn't seen you in eight long days, so he had to come over. He's hoping he can dump his stuff and slide into bed beside you without waking you, content to be close to you, assured that you're alright.

He shucks off his jacket and his bag of dirty clothes by the door and unlaces his shoes. Hand pressed to the wall, Spencer walks down the short hall, past your living room and kitchen, to your bedroom door.

"No, Doctor!" you say in a hushed shout from behind the door. "You can't eat that, that's one of his favourites. Woah, that tickles."

Honestly, the first thing Spencer thinks is that you've gotten so bored you've found yourself enacting odd role play. The second thing he thinks is that you've found someone to do it with, and he quickly backtracks the first thing. He doesn't like the sounds of it, but he can be into it if you're into it. Probably.

"Y/N?" he asks, pulling down the handle and opening the door.

You're sitting on the floor by your bed in strange attire. His t-shirt (that, while he appreciates the sentiment, does not fit you even slightly) under an old soft sweater with a huge hole in the collar. Black sweatpants, one sock, and a pair of white bunny ears perched in your hair.

"You're not supposed to be back until seven," you say, shocked.

"That was my seven, not your seven… Surprise?"

"Spence, I'd totally run at you right now, but," —you point at your lap— "I'm occupied."

Spencer is disappointed, doubly confused by what you're pointing at. The soft lump at your abdomen isn't your tummy after all, but a moving grey creature of the same colour.

"A rabbit?" he asks, eyes widening as the bunny in question nuzzles your sweater for petting.

"Doctor Bunny Reid," you say, avoiding Spencer's eyes, a sheepish tinge to your admission. "To be precise."

"Your sock?" he asks, moving down onto his knees adjacent to your own.

"He took it. I don't know where it went."

Spencer quirks a smile. "He's cute. I don't think I can compete, really."

You put your hand on the bunny's back and lean forward. "You compete," you say, pouting gently, "you're adorable."

His smile turns to pleased surprise as you kiss him. Twice in quick succession, before you arm curls behind his back for a loose hug over your new pet.

Spencer breathes in your smell. Or, attempts to. "The hay and ammonia is a lot."

"I know. I'll figure it out, I promise… I missed you, Spence."

"I can sort of tell." Spencer isn't sure he needs to be a profiler to realise that adopting a bunny and naming it after him while he was gone is the sort of thing only a very lonely person would do. "How's he so calm?"

"He's, um, four years old, he's used to handling. I got him at the pound. His owner died last week."

"You have all the stuff for him?"

"Of course I do," you say, leaning back to meet his eyes. "I didn't mean to get him just 'cos I was lonely, I promise I actually read up on it before I decided. He's handsome, isn't he? You wanna feel how silky his ears are?"

Spencer doesn't doubt you care, or that you're responsible, he's just surprised. You hadn't mentioned wanting a rabbit before. Petting the rabbits ears softly, he asks, "You know they live for eight to twelve years? Sometimes longer? The oldest rabbit ever documented was eighteen years old."

You frown. "I know, Spence, it's a commitment. I should've asked you first, but I–"

"No, I mean. It's not about that, I hope we get longer than eighteen years together. But are you sure Doctor Bunny Reid is the name you want to choose?"

Your face floods with relief. "Well, his real name was Mr. Patterson. Which one do you like better?"

The bunny has enough of your lap, hopping down onto the floor and bolting for what appears to be a big wooden house you've set up for him. There are black partitions for an enclosure leaned up against the wall. Spencer can guess exactly how he'll be spending the day, and it involves less cuddling than he thought.

Spencer takes your empty lap as an opportunity to hug you again, a protective hand cupped behind your head. "Definitely Mr. Patterson," he says, resting his nose against your cheek.

You laugh infectiously, leaning back under his weight.

"I missed you. I'm glad to be home," he murmurs.

You hug him tighter. "I missed you, too."

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bella-goths-wife · 27 days

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“No arguing princesa” Valentino commands as his grin drops “we don’t want to get Vox involved, do we?”

Different anon but may we get how Vox shows ownership over his pet like how we got with Velvette? Despite how pathetic he is with Al, he still seems to be in charge of the Vees canonically. He and Vel passes the one brain cell to each other lol

How does Vox show ownership over pet reader

Warnings: forced ownership, forced affection, abuse, markings, non consensual tattooing, burning, exploitation, Valentino,

Vox is the one who runs the Vs

They would never be able to survive a day and keep the businesses going without him, velvette is too prideful and Val would waste all their money on drugs or whores

He lets them think that they are all equals, but he knows that he is the one who runs them

And sometimes when they get on his last nerve, he wants a subtle reminder that he is more powerful than them

And that’s where you come in

You are the one thing they want, and the one thing they can’t have

Vox may allow them to spend time with you and pretends that you are owned by all of them, but they all know that Vox owning your soul makes him your true owner and you his pet

And the other two demons wish every day that they got their hands on your soul before him

So when the other two Vs anger him, he will bring out a reminder of who truly owns you

He’ll do this by stating that he ‘desperately needs’ your help that day so you couldn’t work with the other two, and you can’t refuse because he literally owns you

This will piss the other two off massively, but if they dare confront him about it he’ll instantly up his game

Suddenly whenever the other two Vs are around you two, he pulls out the soul chain and yanks you towards him

Sometimes he’ll even make you sit cross legged on the floor in front of his feet like a dog while he holds onto your chain like a leash, all while making direct eye contact with the other two Vs

If he wants to show your ownership off to the public, he will decide that it’s time that you should be put on an advertisement for voxtech

So there are hundreds of billboards with an advertisement of you holding the latest voxtech gadget with a fake smile and voxs hand on your shoulder

He liked the photo that the photographer took for that advertisement that he got a smaller copy put in a frame and it sits on his desk or on his nightstand

He liked it so much that he decided that you should be photographed with all of the Vs for a ‘family picture’, but that’s a whole different post

He’s also made voxtech gadgets names after you as a ‘gift’

When I say named after you, I mean they called it the ‘pet’ brand

They don’t know your actual name well enough to name something after you

But all musical type of gadgets like headphones or music streaming apps will part of the voxtech ‘pet’ brand

You are literally the face of this brand by the way, but every time your photographed for an advertisement you’ll be dressed in voxs colours and Vox will always be in the photo with you

I also believe that while he is with you and there are other demons around, he will be extra affectionate

He will give you excessive paternal affection as he wraps his arm around your shoulder or he holds a hand on the back of your neck

This way people know to say away from his daughter assistant

I also believe that the Vs will have at some point forced you to be tattooed with a V on the back of your neck, in a similar fashion to how farmers will brand their live stock or pet owners will have their pets chipped

But Vox will take it further and insist that the tattoo ink be a colour of his choosing, and he chooses a dark colour that will look black unless the light shines directly on it

Once the light is on it, the tattoo will be a shimmering blue similar to the blue of his suit

He’d make sure your tattoo is always showing whenever you do an advertisement with him, so he’ll force you to have your hair in an updo

He’d also definitely use his electric shocks to burn you enough to leave a mark on you

He’d claim that he hadn’t meant to go that far, but he’s lying through his digital teeth

He’d leave handprint marks on your wrists or shoulders because of him letting himself electrocute you enough to burn you so you could have very present burn marks on you

He can’t help that the ever present marks are a reminder to you that your owned and you need to behave and can also be a way to channel his possessive desires

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theoccultz · 7 months

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🥀What kind of a person...are they ?

A reading to describe your current /future crush or future partner take it however.

Short smoke reading

Pics not mine credits to their rightful owners respectfully

6pile ,6 points

LGBTQ friendly

General reading, take what resonates leave what doesn't

Your likes ,reblogs , comments are appreciated (:

Let me know which pile you selected!!

+16 warning i tried to keep it non-nsfw but some things came up so i had to include it ,its general dw .

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Pile l . Pile ll . Pile lll.

Pile lV. Pile V . Pile Vl .

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Pile l.

This person could have their guard up all the times . They have tendency to dissociate ,they could look like they're thinking but they're not .

This person is a giver they desire longitivity in relationship this person is most likely not interested in short term or hook ups .

This person is observant they could have intense eyes they notice a lot of things and they know a lot of secrets people likely overshare in their presence.

They research a lot on daily basis whether they read stories and analyse or they do physiogamy ,they could study in scientific feild , this person is interested in criminal psychology.

This person is sexual in nature they are experienced and comanding they are unafraid and see their sexuality as a part of them , they love loving people ,this person is passionate. This person doesn't have any shame regarding their sexual nature .

I'm getting they love to create things like creation of mind goes for a long run they could be good with finances ,this person is adored by their friends.

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Pile ll.

This person has been hurt in love they have a tendency to overgive , they're someone veey attractive they attract others attention easily plus they dont give in easily.

Possesive .. possessive .. possessive..they want their partner to commit to them they look for higher commitment ,this person could be very intelligent this person has leadership qualities, could be opportunist as well.

Loves people a lot wont put anyone above their partner. Its them and their lover this person could be enfj or esfj . This person has masculine energy more than feminine.

Overthinker and insecure , need a lot of validation , would jump into conclusion without thinking twice. Over-complicate things. They're quite sweet and gentle can be even known for their mannerisms.

Had nsfw account once in their teen years but didn't posted anything lol ,this was veryy specific.

This person is childlike at heart they have a sensitive innerchild,their parents weren't emotionally invested in them so they grew up feeling isolated. Sometimes it comes up to them .

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Pile lll.

This person is funny asf they're likely the moodmaker of the group,they love to travel this person is hyperactive they hate to relax they'll wake up their friends on a 3am forest trip lol

This person has a pet they are attached to , or had a . They're animal love this person is patriotic they love appreciating little things they could be a foodie or they cook good food .

This person is a morning person, they hate going to the doctors , this person has a loving vibe they're likely a good hugger they're a good listener as well . This person will take you places they have excellent recommendation list , they van pick up emotionally others feelings could be an empath.

There's something about this person's voice , their voice could stand out 😭they could be a loud buddy , they have standards for themselves and wants a person who could level it up.

This person is wild tbh they have saggitarius vibe to them they're free ,nature loving ,easy to befriend but harder to know . This person is really into intense nsfw things .

This person is a chaser ,they hate when others are giving attention to their partner ,they're flirtatious although they're bad at it , also they could look a certain way is a certain way , jealousy streak is high in this person just hates it shuts down emotionally.

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Pile lV .

Alexa play good things by kehlani They're spoiled , i feel like this person has grew up in quite a good home but they're kind of rebellious they dont like to enjoy on others goods ,this person has an independent mindset

They're generous, humanitarian personality, could be a scorpio or a gemini , this person doesn't fall in love or like someone easily its one in a full moon thing , this person is a risk taker ,their spirit animal could be a dog

They work very hard ,this person is goal oriented i wont be surprised if this person has two three jobs at hand they know how to collaborate with others well . Their family and them are two different entities - their family could hold certain traditions but this person doesn't feel living that way is important.

You won't catch this person falling in any way ,they're someone with strong opinions, analytical and judgemental they know its idiotic to risk oneself for certain things . This person could be way mature for their age . They always had this aim for stability and peace of mind .

This person could be spiritual or have healer abilities as well ,they could practice things or could be a shaman as well . They have royal blood in them this person's ancestors could be from ancient rome or africa.This person could feel misunderstood by others a lot .

This person hates fake people they could be charitable as well this person is really hard to attain they could be sad or look uninterested,cold , melancholic they have lots of responsibilities on their shoulder ,this person loves kids could even fund for kids education.

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Pile V .

Drop dead gorgeous,this person could dye their hair a lot , they could love to wear accessories, they have long hands ...this person's really attractive but they dont like the attention ...

This person is secretive in nature just like the moon , won't reveal anything, people are curious abt them this person hates Sharijg abt their personal life , could be a creator , an artist ,a writer , could be a gamer as well . They're quite engrossed in their world .

They could be an emo nothing wrong with that . They love to perform they have a lot of hidden talents they dont reveal their emotions easily idk why i said reveal .This person is well admired their looks stand out .

This person has gone through some dark night of the soul and it still have effect on them ,this person is really nice a helper even but some people they trusted has took advantage of them ,they're closed off emotionally.

There's this female energy in this person's life which is emotionally draining, they love physical affection they could be into heavy bdsm as well like chains ,rope , bondage .

This person wont admit they're a fantasy lover anything which includes fantasy ,gore , vampire,paranormal they love it . Also they could be into sports as well overall this person is loyal asf .

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Vl.

This person has admirers , platonic/acquaintance included .

Gossip lover knows tea on everyone,is updated with current trend , could be from queer community, could be a social speaker or could be into social media marketing.

This person doesn't forget its hard to get over them this person is hella Charming they're a little revengeful too its like i'll make you regret .

There's someone close to them a water sign maybe they're really infuencial and powerful not in a negative way but this person has some sort of power they worked hard for.

This person is an idealist ,they can make their dreams come true with proper planning,hardwork and connections noticed how i said connection ? This person could be an author or write abt something which is well admired they could be a known person . This person is a history lover or host ..

Intimidating... they have this unattainable vibe but they're quite sweet , yeah but its hard to establish a connection with them or even get out of it this person holds onto things ,they could be clingy and demanding ,this person is emotionally and physically satisfying as well but you didn't hear it from me (;

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Thank you for reading!!

#vd #pick a card #tarotblr #pick a pile #pick a picture #psychic reading #intuiative reading #tarot reading #spirituality #Spotify

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kaijutegu · 5 months

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As if you needed another reason not to listen to Jay Brewer/Prehistoric Pets

Of all the reptile influencers, Jay Brewer is my least favorite. Let's see what he is up to today!

Recently this colossal idiot pet store owner who pretends he has any real knowledge about natural history went field herping. He grabbed a wild rattlesnake and filmed himself popping its genitalia for field sexing, without having ANYBODY CONTROLLING THE HEAD.

He just put his snake hook on top of it and popped out its genitals. In this incredibly unsafe video, he not only put himself and the snake at risk, but he claims it's educational- and that's why he did it.

Only thing is, he's wrong, and in fact spends time spreading misinformation. Let's take a look at some of his comments. This is the caption to his video.

The "nodes" are the hemipenes. He says that if there was one, it would be a girl. Thing is, girl snakes don't have hemipenes. While they do have hemiclitorises, those don't evert like hemipenes do. If "a node" comes out when you pop (read: bend a snake's tail back at the cloaca, forcing the genitals to emerge), you've given your snake a cloacal prolapse. This can kill them, but mill-style breeder Jay Brewer does not care about the lives of animals. We've known this. He doesn't care about his own snakes- he cuts eggs for funsies, he keeps giant snakes in drawers, and he regularly puts peoples' safety at risk for viral videos. But he also clearly doesn't care about the lives of wild animals.

What else has he said?

So here's a thought: Maybe your audience shouldn't know that they can pop a rattlesnake's hemipenes out of its cloaca because that is fucking dangerous. Not all information is good information to share in the Instagram format! Sometimes the general public shouldn't see you casually doing something dangerous without explaining what it is or why you're doing it!

Just wanting to know the sex of a snake in the field, when you're not actually doing any real research, is not a valid reason to do something this risky. Part of education is knowing what's actually educational. Another part is knowing how to appropriately frame dangerous activities so that you don't make your audience think that it's something anybody can go out and do. One of the things that makes me so upset about this video is the complete lack of context. It's not just that he has zero respect for a venomous animal, it's that he has zero respect for his audience.

Also, in the audio of his video, he doesn't call them hemipenes. He doesn't provide the most basic education he claims he does! He's just messing with an animal for the sake of messing with it!

He also promulgates a lie that popping doesn't cause the snake any harm, which is not what even most breeders say about it. Now, luckly, the snake seemed fine in this case. But there are plenty of people, mostly pet owners, who have lost snakes because they've tried to pop incorrectly and broken their snake's spine around the cloaca. Between the inability to eliminate correctly and infection caused from wounds, popping is one of the riskiest- and most unnecessary things- you can do to a pet snake.

Good breeders and snakekeepers do not take videos of themselves popping their snakes and put it on instagram and pretend it's educational. You pop snakes to guarantee the sex of the animal, and you do it ONLY when they are very young. Older snakes have more muscle control and it can hurt them pretty badly.

Even Spruce Pets knows that popping can cause your snake significant trauma, but fine, whatever. Let's traumatize random venomous snakes for Instagram views!

Also, he's just completely uninformed! Take this answer:

Probably? No, the answer is an easy yes. Rattlesnakes lose rattles all the time. They lose rattles due to terrain, to genetic deformity (some rattlers never form them!), and to predation attempts. It's just keratin. They're fine without it. Any real herpetologist would know this. If he can't get basic facts right, how can he be trusted to get more complicated stuff right?

And yeah, maybe this whole post is a little unhinged. But I hate this man and his practices so much. I hate that he's the face of an industry that could be so much better if it weren't for people like him. I hate that he's getting a TV show. I hate that people encounter his media and think that anything he does is a good idea. At least Brian Barczyck tries these days and actually promotes good care and safety at the Reptarium, but all Jay wants is popularity. He has zero respect for animals, and I loathe and detest that he's the face of our hobby.

#jay brewer #prehistoric pets #reptiblr #bad husbandry #bad everything

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