Imagine Cat X Dog Trope, You Being The Dog With Ur Best Friend Being The Cat..

imagine cat x dog trope, you being the dog with ur best friend being the cat..

you’d constantly go up to him, showing him everything, talking about your day and random things, while he just nods and keeps the conversation going.

cat x dog trope, being around him almost any time you can. a class together? you’re sitting next to him! lunch? you can go to that new cafe 10 minutes away! some other person keeping his attention from being only yours? man :(! it’s okay though.. he keeps his hand on your thigh to make you know he’s still there, but you’re so much more better than whoever he’s talking to!

cat x dog trope where dog will always perk up at the mention of cat, or even something somewhat related to him. favorite snack? cat likes chocolate! cat’s last name.? oh it’s- oo cat likes that brand of gum as well!!

but when they bring up cat with a shy smile and blushy face, you can’t help but feel your mood instantly changing. sulking sadly, you listen to the rants of someone else talking about how perfect of a boyfriend cat would be.

“such a jealous puppy..” he coos while kissing your neck. you blush and try and push the arms that wrap around your bare waist so snuggly away. “n-nuh uh..!”

“oh.? so if i started to hang out with them, you wouldn’t be upset.?” he swears if you had ears they’d instantly be drooping down. “w-wha..?! but!-“

“shh” he pinches at your nipple, successfully shutting you up. “only you, only my jealous puppy yeah?” you melt at the pet name he calls you, subtly grinding your ass against his lap.

“yeah? keep talking f’me..” he coos out, kissing the tears that never seem to stop falling from your eyes. with a sniffle, you whine again. “i-i’m better than them..!” letting out pathetic moans and pants as you continue to go up and down on his cock has you struggling to keep speaking coherent sentences.

“mee.. only me!” “i know baby, i know..” he coos condescendingly, the grip on your hips harsher and he practically takes control of your body by forcing you to keep moving up and down.

he smiles at your blushy face and dilated eyes, “whatt, my baby dumb already?”he bites on your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin to leave marks as he feels you clench around him once more. “aw, puppy getting close from bouncing on his best friend’s dick.?” nodding your head quickly with shut eyes and letting out whiny moans, you cum.

twitching as he continues to use you as if you were his fleshlight, you try and push yourself away. “t-too much..!”

“you can give me more, can’t you pretty baby.?”

jus a silly lil drabble :3 actually rlly like cat x dog trope tho !

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘 ★ robber oc

⤷ [ nsfw themes ] [ bottom amab reader ]

notes: he already stole your things, might as well take you. // PLEASE READ: this includes NON-CON + mentions of somnophilia + mentions of stealing + dark themes ¿?¿ [ i suppose ] [ read at your own risk ]

You were awaken to the feeling of something hot brushing inside you. The sleep in your eyes winked away, when you saw someone leaning above you. His hot semen filled up your inside. He seems to be pleased that you were awake.

"I was going to leave right after... but since you're awake—" He began to thrust into you, pushing back his slimy goodness inside you. "I can't just leave you be."

His hips rocked into you, thighs slapping against your ass as you took him so well. You were still registering what was happening. You were about to scream, when the mysterious guy suddenly shuts you with his hand on your mouth. Gripping your face cheeks.

"Hush hush.. you wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now, would you?" Within the dark, you could see his smirk growing wider. "Ah.. mm.. so warm.. I'm close, darling..♡"

His thrusts got sloppier, as he dumped another load inside you. You shuddered, hating the way you clenched around him— to which, he let out an amused hum. Still struggling to break away from the man, but how can you, when your arms were pinned, and your mouth was shut? You were completely vulnerable, and he loved it.

"I've already stolen your things.. might as well just steal you along the way." He places a kiss on your cheek. Leaving you to shudder in disgust. "My little play thing.. my toy.. your only purpose is to relieve my frustrations."

"You're mine now. My property, ♡"

CURRENTLY VIEWING : slightly obsessive deliquent oc x good student male!reader

「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤbandaging up your (almost) bf adrien after a bad fight!

✙ warnings — mention of violence / blood / slight homophobia / slight suggestions of stalking or obsession

notes ,, first actual writing post... hope you guys like it "

Adrien and you lived two worlds. You were a model student, perfect in every way, whereas Adrien was nothing but a deliquent who skipped all his classes and failed all of his subjects (except for sports). If you two were so different, how did you end up together?

It started with an exchange of glances when you both started your first year of being a senior, somehow your presence was never known by Adrien until that one glance turned into never ending eye-contact, briefly smiling at eachother as you two met eyes from across the courtyard. His heart felt like it was about to crumble whenever you smiled at him. Your lips, your perfectly imperfect teeth shining at him. He had definitely fallen for you.

But how would his friends feel if they knew he was crushing on another guy?

As much as he wanted to hide it he couldn't. Everytime he went home and sat down in his chair, he would be welcomed with your face in the form of printed pictures stored in his top drawer. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it, you were so attractive you reeled him in like a fish. But somehow. Somehow. You and him talked more and more, exchanged numbers, hung out a few times and even brushed hands once! Adrien for sure didn't wash his hand after that. You weren't confirmed to be dating but it sure seemed like it.

And that was the start of Adrien's fall for you.

It was around 5:00pm, the sun still shining brightly but casted a slight orange hue into the empty council room, indicating that sunset would near. You were currently in said room, sorting the books, cleaning the tables, finishing off the work your teachers assigned you because you were such a good student. Yeah it was nice for them to rely on you but to be honest, all you wanted to do was go home but alas you couldn't.

Almost as if the universe pitied your unbearable boredom, the door to the council room clicked opened. At first you thought it was a teacher, but turning around you met the deep eyes of Adrien. His soulless eyes bore into yours, his knuckles dripping with blood as he stumbled into the room, almost collapsing on the couch.

"Got into another fight," He grumbled, his deep sultry voice reverberated in the room. Shit, his voice was hot. Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly rushed over to him, viewing his bloody and bruised knuckles. It looked bad. Probably from beating the shit out of someone but you wouldn't question it. After some rummaging around you finally found the first aid kit, clicking the white box open before kneeling down infront of Adrien, a small smirk plastered his face.

"You don't have to you know? I just wanted—" Adrien's voice was cut out by a sharp hiss as you applied the alcohol to his wounds.

"Let me be a good friend to you."

Ooh... friend? That hit Adrien straight to the gut

"I just wanted company."

"Then your not allowed to hold my hand with those bloody knuckles."

"..."

"please bandage my fingers."

A wholehearted chuckle left your throat as you fished out the puppy patterned bandages around his knuckles, making sure you kissed each and every knuckles after. Just to make sure that there was no lingering pain of course, not because you two were had something for eachother or anything. You looked up at Adrien to see a small smile on his face, he was always so serious looking and whenever he smiled it was usually the shit eating grin type of smile. You had only really grown closer with him for a few weeks now so... why were you already hooked on him?

"You lost in thought?" He asked, snapping you out of your little trance. You shook your head, and he brought your chin up to meet his in a light kiss, his calloused fingertips gripping your chin lightly while his other hand found solace in your own. It was something straight out of a romance movie, his warm fingers against yours, his lips against your soft ones in such a gentle kiss. You never knew deliquents could be this gentle. Pulling away you wiped your lips and tugged your hands from Adrien's. You weren't dating him. You can't do this. You turned your head a pout adorned your lips, "Don't just casually kiss me," you huffed.

"But I know you liked it." Adrien hummed.

extra notes ,, I didn't have a full goal for what relationship reader and Adrien would have but i really liked the enemies to lovers sort of denial trope. I also experimented with the colour coding of the text, I find it easier to identify when they're speaking but let me know your preferences! I'm a bit nervous posting this since its my first time ever posting on tumblr but yeah! Also no smut yet, still getting warmed up you know

forever mine... male reader

tw.. smut lol, toxic guy, really shitty guy, reader cheating, basically just rlly shitty and awful guy, dirty talk, degradation.

it was a usual sunday night and he was chilling at your place like always. he expected you to come home, get a quick fuck and maybe cuddle with you if doesn't have somewhere to be.

but tonight, he felt something was off. 

when he entered your apartment with a key that he stole from you he knew something was off.

usually, you would be home already by this hour but the cold empty house said otherwise. worry started to cloud his mind.

he ignored it thinking maybe you just had to do overtime.

but what he did not expect was for you to come home with the smell of someone else's cologne on you.

" doll? why're you so late? and why do i smell someone else's cologne on you.. " he got up from his lazing around on the couch to confirm if it really was another man's perfume on you.

and boy was the smell strong.

not only that but he could see your lips a bit swollen and your dress shirt a bit messed up.

" hey.. i need to talk to you about something. " your voice was laced with guilt. he raised an eyebrow at that.

" yeah? it better be about why i smell another man on you. have you been whoring yourself out? " you looked away, as if what he said was spot on.

" ... let's break up. " your lips trembled. he darted his eyes to your face, looking for any sign that you were joking but your trembling lips and your reluctance to make eye contact just proved him to be wrong.

he balled up his fist while a sudden surge of annoyance and anger rose up in him. " no. I'm not letting you do that. "

you looked up at him in shock, " what.. what do you mean no? you— " you took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh.

" look, im not gonna deal with this now. i'm picking my stuff up tomorrow, don't wait for me. " you were about to storm out of your apartment for fresh air but were stopped by him.

his hand gripped your wrist quite harshly, making you unable to leave. " no no no.. i'll make sure you fucking stay tonight. "

fast forward to you with your ass up in the air and your face down in the pillows.

" shit.. look at this cute hole. who does it belong to again? " his husky voice sends shivers down your spine as you struggle to form a sentence. 

" y— you! only you..! " a moan escaped your lips after you said that. he thrust his hips farther, pushing himself deeper into you. he smirks while watching how deep he really is into you.

he honestly wasn't even interested in you when he first met you. he just thought that you were cute and wanted someone to fuck around with for a while.

but something.. something about you just made him so infatuated with you and even without him realizing it, you had successfully invaded his mind. 

he flips you over as he pushes your legs up into a mating press. you whined out loud at the stretch. you swear you could see stars from how deep he is into you.

" so doll, do you still want to break up with me hm? " his voice slaps you back to reality as you shake your head repeatedly. " no no.. 'm forever yours! " 

he smirks at your response, enjoying your dumb fucked up face.

" yeah.. that's right. forever mine yeah? then you won't mind if i stuff you full, right? " you didn't think twice before nodding, the idea of being filled up too tempting to decline.

a lazy smile stretches itself onto his face while he grips your hips. he quickened his pace and started relentlessly pounding into you like a dog in heat.

" mmh.. fuck gonna mark this hole as mine.. you would want that, wouldn't you? " 

moans and whines spew out of your mouth, too fucked out to even respond to him but it's alright, he knew you wanted it anyways.

his thrust starts to stutter as he nears his orgasm. curses fall out of his mouth as he grips your hips tighter, getting ready to finish in you. 

you begin to grind against him as a way to chase your release, your own cock twitching.

your cum shoots out of your dick, meaningless blabber escaping your mouth with it. you arch your back as you feel his own load coming inside of you. 

white begins to paint your walls with some escaping and dripping out of you and onto your sheets. " oh shit, i can get addicted to this.. " he said as he dropped you back on the bed.

your eyelids start to flutter shut but a slap on your thigh woke you up. " i'm still not done with you, whore. don't think you can sleep well after cheating on me with another man. " 

you look up at him, as if pleading him to go easy on you but it was all turned to a blind eye. 

he flips you over again before shoving into you with no warning. luckily the lube and his cum from earlier made it less painful.

you whined out loud knowing how it's gonna be a long night.

a few rounds passed by and here you are, passed out with your boyfriend behind you. his dick was still inside of you, dried up and fresh cum seeping out of you. 

with his newly found obsession with you, he can't possibly let you go now.

this was from my other acc that i wanted to keep fully sfw lol

YOU ARE GORGEOUS

YOU ARE WORTHY OF PLATONIC AND/OR ROMANTIC LOVE

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU'RE WORTHY OF??

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*throws a dollar at you*

*throws a dollar at you*

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THAT'S RIGHT.

fourteen dollar

fantastic idea just came to me rn  like

tw for murder, (small) descriptions of a wound, assault, vomit, guilt, manipulation, and Eden

so, PC. a defiant one. 

PC walking through the woods, making their way to Eden's. They've been away for a few days, for school and work reasons, plan on staying in the woods for the weekend, then head back to town on Monday before the sun rises. They've got the supplies, and are mentally preparing themselves for the housework about to go down. It's a good routine, and they fall into it easily (no matter how long it took to get there) but work is work, and not a lot of people enjoy it.

they come across someone, twenty-something minutes before reaching the cabin. and they're tired, too tired to take a detour, to take another thirty minutes, so they just cross paths with the stranger. and then they get pinned down. :(

so the same song and dance play out: some creep’s on top of them, and they gotta fight the fucker off, and then the fucker gets rougher, and they're kicking, scratching, yelling for Eden. but they don't come. but you know what PC does have nearby? rocks and canned produce. while one hand is trying to push the assaulter off, the other is reaching for the bag of supplies, and the first thing that their finger scrapes over is the heaviest can of sliced peaches they found at the shopping center, like so heavy that this single can weighed down their bag. but in this rush of adrenaline, it's not as heavy anymore, in fact, they pick it up pretty swiftly. and bring it down on their assailant's head. 

obviously, they don't fall down immediately, so a few more clumsy bashes to the skull, and a weird, wet crunching sound later, they fall limply on top of PC, head in the crook of their neck. They're still breathing, PC can feel it.

With that same strength, they push them off their body, letting out a breath they didn't know they were holding before hyperventilating. taking a life is so weird. you never know how you'll react if it happens, or how the circumstances how it happens will affect you. they're not dead, a small part of PC says, you felt their breath. the can is no longer in their hands, lying near the body. They didn't mean to hit them that hard, really, honestly, they thought that the first hit would have them off. they're back hits a tree, and just now they notice they're backing away from the scene. they didn't mean to, and they're not dead, so they didn't do anything, and this was self-defense, so logically, it's okay. right?

but what if they had a family? or a life? what if they're not usually like this? but what if they've done this before? did PC just stop a serial woodland rapist? but really, what if this was a misunderstanding, what if the nature of the town just got to them, that this possibly innocent person was just chatting with them when PC suddenly attacked and bashed their head with a can of peaches? would they have done this if it happened in town, just an hour earlier? or did the seclusion of the woods give them the confidence to play it all out? what if they're the bad guy? what if the police find out? what if they wake up and walk to the station right now?

there's a rustling in the bushes nearby, making them jump, inadvertently snapping them back to reality. did someone see it? how many people go into the woods at this time of day? other hunters, and maybe people picking flowers and harvesting lemons and mushrooms? if someone else saw then they could tell PC what really happened, right? but a witness probably wouldn't be a good thing.

they're fucked. they are so very fucked. there's a body, and they are so fucked. god, they should've just let them do what they wanted, they should've let it happen, and they would've been alive. they could just go to the cabin and sink into chores to forget about but no they just had to go on and attack, and give this piece of shit a fatal wound, it's their fault, they wanted to attack PC! but then again, PC didn't have to take it as far as they did. why did they do that? what the fuck is wrong with them?

mind scrambled, they run away. Every step, there's a new thought, how it's their fault, or maybe it's not, but maybe it is, or maybe it isn't, and by the time they reach the cabin, their thoughts are too loud to notice Eden's voice. When the hunter grabs their jaw, forcing PC to make eye contact, they realize how blurry Eden is. blinking caused fresh, hot tears to stream down their face, but touching their cheeks, they realized their skin was already damp. Eden's voice was muffled, but they could make out a question.

"What happened?"

Trying to speak proved to be difficult, a weak, hoarse sound coming from their throat, a cross between a whine and a wail. whatever comes out of their mouth next is incomprehensible, looking at everywhere but Eden's eyes, hands weakly flailing, pointing at nothing and also pointing behind them. Eden only manages to understand an "I didn't mean to.." before they properly break down, fingers raking into their face, smearing what little blood was on their hands to their cheek. Most of it splattered onto their shirt, anyways.

Eden puts two and two together. 

Walking away from their spouse and into the cabin, they grab their shotgun, before coming back outside. It's a weird sight, out of context for PC, causing them to back away, but the hunter’s hand takes their arm. They ask PC to bring them there. As the question comes out, PC just shakes their head wordlessly, a small whine coming from their throat, fresh tears threatening to spill. They can’t go back, they don't want to go back. But Eden’s hand is back at their jaw, telling them again, very slowly this time, and PC reluctantly leads Eden to the sight.

A small idea pops into their head to take their time leading Eden there, or to go in the wrong direction, but PC, even in a state of panic, is smarter than that. They’re not sure how Eden’s going to react, the hunter’s definitely seen more gruesome sights, and someone who skins animals daily definitely wouldn’t flinch at a body, though that doesn’t stop a small part of PC to wonder if they’ll hate them for this, for causing so much trouble, Eden will definitely put them back in the cage, and they hate that stupid piece of junk, always in the corner of the cabin, taunting them to act up so Eden can shove them in again, each time longer than the last, it’s a wonder they managed to act nice enough for a week curfew. 

Reaching the body is as anti-climatic as one would expect. A body is a body to Eden, human or animal. Humans are animals anyway. But it’s PC’s reaction that has them slightly surprised- shaking harder than before, avoiding the sight of the body, physically turning away, their arm propped on a tree. And then they vomit. It’s more a dry heave before a choked waterfall of past meals come down on a small patch of flowers. They’re not sure how to react to that, keeping some distance, and taking that time to walk closer to the body.

The chest rises, but it’s such a small move that Eden could’ve missed it, but no, they’re breathing. It’s a nasty wound, a visible dent in their head, skin tearing enough to see the red inside, and the cause of it close by, next to the other discarded supplies. Whoever they are, they had it coming. The hand twitches in the corner of Eden’s eye, and their mouth opens narrowly, strained voice spelling out a single syllable word. PC didn’t hit them hard enough, they think, standing up and checking the rifle’s ammunition. They’ll help them out, alright, putting them out of their misery is help, and from the looks of it, they deserve the bullet that's now lodged in their skull.

The sound of the shot echoes out, causing PC to yelp. After emptying their stomach, they were just in a trance, their entire body slumped against the tree, birch digging into their skin, but god that shot woke them right up, their ears ringing like hell. They know what happened, it’s easy to put together through context clues, but there’s no way in hell they’re turning their head. 

The walk back to the cabin is blurry, in image and time, they swear they stood against that tree for hours, the echos of the shot in their head, even when it long passed, but now, they’re in the cabin, on Eden’s lap, face against their chest. It all seems so far away. Maybe it never actually happened, it was probably some drawn-out revenge fantasy. but they know better. As Eden strokes their cheek, PC can feel the dirt underneath their fingers, dirtying their skin.

Eden notices how PC doesn’t leave on Monday morning like they usually do. The past few days they’ve slept in, but Eden expected a bit more urgency when they woke up past 10, but they just stayed in bed for an extra twenty minutes. Not that they’re complaining. the day after the incident they tried to get back on schedule with chores, but only housebound chores, avoiding the front door altogether, it was only late into Sunday afternoon that they went out to clean the spring and wash Eden’s clothing, and after that, threw themselves into the rest of their tasks. Eden likes this, reminding them of the days before the curfew, they really like this. 

On Thursday morning, they find PC getting ready for the day, fastening their only other clean school shirt. When Eden asks where they’re going, they hope it's just for supplies and nothing more, but no, they say school, like it's some sort of priority or whatever. Before Eden can tell them to make breakfast, PC motions their head to the table, leaving once they see Eden’s done eating.

Thursday is not kind to them. PC’s used to the anxiety of living in this godforsaken town, but damn, everything is ten times worse, everyone looks like them and every catcall receives a harsher reprimanding than usual. They look down at their work in class and see blood in the crevices of their fingernails, causing them to ball their hands into fists and dread bundling in their stomach. When Whitney comes up to them in the hallway, biting a nasty hickey to their neck for everyone to see, PC can’t help but notice how that's the same place their assaulter fell onto them after it all went down. Every voice is a warped version of theirs, and the smell of blood catches them off guard multiple times, despite the fact that no one is bleeding. 

The line is drawn when walking home with Robin, and they forget anything that happened past this moment with their fellow orphan until they turn their head and see a deep dent in their skull, blood gushing from the wound while an uncanny face stares back at them.

They practically run to the forest, tripping over themselves multiple times. They swear the soil sinks deeper with each step they take, like everywhere they turn is a shallow grave, waiting for them to fall in.

Back in the cabin, PC throws themselves into work again, throws themselves at Eden, because that's the only person who doesn’t have that horrible face attached to their skin, and Eden feeds that fear. Why would they even leave this morning? Knowing damn well they’d past that small hill of dirt when leaving the woods. Not to mention the possibility of this situation happening again in the streets of town, far away from where Eden can help. Speaking of help, don't they owe Eden this? after they spent so long digging through the ground to properly bury that body for them? They’d happily do it again, but only if PC willing to kill again. Who would they kill next? Some wolves? more randos walking through the woods? Or, thought experiment, a friend of theirs? someone they care about? PC definitely wouldn’t want to do that. Its safer in the cabin and Eden wouldn’t mind if they never went outside, they dont care for the crops that much, prior to PC they forgot about it, and the spring is fine, PC will find another easy way to clean their clothes, really, as long as they don’t leave Eden, they really don’t mind

And in the end, it’s best to stay in cabin, where PC can do their little tasks, radio on full blast, because sometimes they swear they hear someone breathing labored breaths against their ear, and wait by the door for Eden to return because they do owe the hunter this, no matter how much autonomy they lose. in fact, with how often their mind wanders to Eden's rifle against the fireplace, so close, so available for the moment the hunter becomes too much, ready to blow their brains against walls of the cabin they decorated together—thoughts like these just prove Eden's point, proves that they're right. PC should just sink deeper into Eden's embrace, forget it all, do their chores, and be ready to willingly drop to their knees or them <3