Summary: your dad bought you a snow leopard demihuman he mistook for a house cat to keep you company in your new apartment. You’re against owning any demihumans, but it would be cruler to send him back to the cruel shelter.
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, grumpy toru, demihuman, power imbalance that in the end balances itself out, owner and pet dynamic
wc: 1.8k (this was supposed to be like 500 max lol. i got carried away in flow state)
a/n: mixed in my idea with this request! i wrote this when half dying with not enough energy to write for the geto series, idk why it got longer than i anticipated. enjoy! ( ˶>ᴗ<˶)
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Demihumans were often mistreated and abused, deemed ‘lesser’ beings than humans. Their shelters were mostly visited by families looking for something to keep their kids happy and busy, seen as ‘pets’.
The smaller ones like weasels and kittens are the popular choices, tiny enough to not take up much space. The ones who buy them for their entertainment are people with no knowledge on their actual needs.
They hold no care in the world for knowledge about how weasels require long, excessive periods of play, movements being their nature; or how not all cats are huge on cuddling either.
You were strongly against such barbaric action. You refuse to enslave some innocent soul, whether it be for human entertainment or under the guise of ‘saving them’. A gilded cage is still just a cage, after all.
So, when your dad came home with a burly snow leopard demihuman tailing behind him, you didn’t really know what to say or feel.
He had mistaken the snow leopard for a big white cat, saying ‘you need something to keep you company now that you moved out'.
Your dad steps inside, tossing the leash he was clutching in his hand on the floor towards you before taking a step out the door. “That one was a tough case. You’ll need to break him down well, and keep him disciplined” he huffs out, breathless as he heads back out to his car, exhausted after dragging the mistaken ‘big cat’ home.
You’re left alone with the wild looking ‘cat’, blinking up at him quite lost, unsure what to do now. You don’t want the responsibility of a demihuman, but you don’t want him to attack you either.
If you were in his place, you too would be eager at hurting those who hurt you back and escaping them. You don’t blame him for wanting freedom. You’re not exactly ecstatic to the idea of being torn to shreds either, however.
That man is big. Big, burly and tall. Theres no way people actually thought him to be a house cat. He’s even larger than a maine coon!
You step closer despite the glares and hissing he’s letting out, your body moving on its own as you seek him out.
“What do you think you’re doing, human?” He snarls, baring his teeth. Despite his big, threatening words, the shelter life seems to have broken down his confidence and resolves, pushing him to step away from you like a cornered animal.
Or perhaps it’s his previous owners’ doing.
“Hey i-“ You blink, shocked at the sight of a big guy like him seeing you as a possible threat. You halt, taking a step backwards. Maybe you’re moving too fast for him. “I don’t mean you any harm”
Your clarification falls onto him like mockery instead of reassurance. His leash is still thrown limp on the floor between you two. Technically, he could make a run for it and bolt out the frontdoor, his legs impressivly strong and quick.
What renders him immobile is the promise of punishment were he to be caught again. Or God forbid: found by someone with less morality and mercy.
He stays there, his tall body standing by the door, not moving. The only exception being his tail frantically flicking against the wall and door where he stands in the corner.
“What’s your name? What should I call you?” You try softly, seeing the way he’s retreating away from you, reading his body language.
He hesitates to answer, hissing at you once again. The action rattles the metal heart-shaped nametag hanging from his collar with a name engraved in it. Satoru.
“That’s a pretty name” you didn’t think much before uttering out those words, them blending in with the air in the room – too light. “Satoru” you add, clearer this time.
One of his white, fluffy ears twitches at the name, tail stiffening in place. You catch the way it twitches once from the corner of your eyes. It pains you to see someone behave in this way, like there’s an invisible knife to his throat.
“Is it.. bad if I call you by that?” You start to question, confused on how to read the why behind his reaction.
No one has called him by his name before. All his previous owners used derogatory names to call him, referring to him with insults and mockery only.
He shakes himself out of his small trace, tail still frantically flicking the air around it, ears pulling back as he decides to step closer.
“Do whatever you please, mistress” he rasps out, eyes casted down on you, raking over you slowly, sizing you up before his bright blues settle on yours, sharp and studying. “I’m your pet by now anyway, you can call me by whatever pleases you”
He pushes past you, figuring if he’ll stay with you here from now on, then he better try and get comfortable. As much as there’s room for, at peast - which isn’t much from his previous experiences.
Flopping down onto your couch, he summons all the rage at humans in him into some sort of confidence; a protectant armour coating in the air around him, making him untouchable.
“Just so you know, I’m not an indoor cat. Not even a cat to begin with” He practically growls out, disgusted at being mistaken for one.
Stupid humans can’t even differentiate between two completely different species. Tsk.
You follow after him, slow and cautious, studying his change in behaviour.
His tail flicks against the couch, two sets of electric blue shooting lasers at you as you reply “You’re a snow leopard, aren’t you?” That prompts a small scoff from him.
“Oh, so you do have some working braincells after all. I was starting to believe otherwise since you foolishly let my leash stay untouched and stepped closer to me” his slow blinks don’t fool you – he’s clearly not in control over this situation, no matter how hard he tries to feign composure.
You can count all the individual moments his ears flickered and moved since the moment he got dragged in by your father; how his tail won’t stay still or even sway in a normal way.
He can fool himself as much as he pleases, but he can’t fool you when his ears and tail are screaming ‘IM SCARED BUT REFUSE TO OPENLY SHOW IT. PLEASE DON’T HURT ME’.
It tugs at your heart, aching knowing you’re the reason he feels this way. He regards you with suspicion, eyes dimming to slits at the way you’re looking at him all soft and sad.
“I’m not a pet either. Nor something for you to ‘save’ or ‘fix’” he spits out, eyes flickering over your face in frusturation. Lounging on your couch would’ve been a smart idea to look assertive and calm, if only not for the audible thumping of his tail repeatedly hitting the couch.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack
That doesn’t scream calm nor assertive. At all.
He wishes he was standing right now. What if you were to make a sudden move?
It seems like you read his mind, slowing your steps as you approach him, letting him anticipate your every movement.
“No, you’re not” you breath out, watching the way his fluffy ears perk up in surprise. His tail stills in the air for a moment.
You continue your advancing, stepping closer, till you stand in front of him. His ears look so soft it’s driving you mad with the stupid craving to touch them, to at least pet his white hair.
“What are you doing exactly?” He questions, nearly whispering as you stand there in front of him. He may be big and tall, stronger than you, physically capable of overpowering you – but right in this moment, he feels stuck with you standing over his burly figure.
You immediately catch on that, retreating back as fast as possible, forgetting all about how cautious and slow you planned to be with your footing.
Satoru’s ears straighten up, pin straight as his tail stands up in return. One thing snow leopards are known for is their inhuman speed and reaction time.
Less than a second goes by before Satoru is pouncing on you, pushing you to the carpet and pinning you under him, his nametag tinkling at the motion. A small gasp escapes you, eyes wide as his meet yours under him, his larger hands pressed on each side of your head.
He’s panting. His chest heaving and falling as rapidly as yours, his shoulders shaking lightly.
That can’t be good.
“W-why did you have to move so fast…” Satoru tried to sound angry, assertive maybe. His words come out breathless, choked up at the end, nevertheless.
Your eyes flicker between his, back and forth – from one electric blue to the other, as if searching for an easy way out of this.
You lift a hand painfully slow, slowly reaching behind him. He stiffens at that, yet doesn’t do anything against it yet. Perhaps his adrenaline is pumping too much in his bloodstream it’s locking him in place, transforming him into a trembling mess.
You run your fingers gently down his spine, touch featherlight and calculated. It’s what you’ve seen your friend do to calm her cat once. You thought you better give it a try, despite what Satoru actually is.
The action sends ripples of sensation into his skin on his back, a delighted trill heard from him to both of your surprise. You both freeze, your hand stopping at his midback, blinking up at him.
He lets out low purr against his own wishes, a soft hue of pink dusting his face at the realisation of what you’re doing to him. “G-god…”
Satoru has never felt a touch that wasn’t meant for ‘disciplinary reasons’. Your touch is foreign, new and scary in its gentleness. It’s even scarier how it’s chipping at that untouchable air around him.
you’re one scary girl.
You take it as a sign to continue what you’re doing, your fingers grazing over his back as you suddenly feel a fluffy softness snaking its way up your thigh.
It prompts a small nervous chuckle from you, eyes flickering down to where his tail seems to have wrapped around your leg, hugging your thigh snugly.
You look up to see the blush in his cheeks intensifying, his purring ongoing.
“Please… don’t stop” Satoru pleads, eyes fluttering shut, his ears resting on his head in a more relaxed state by now.
That big, intimidating, burly snow leopard can be more of a house cat than he thinks himself.
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msnoirgirl says… FAWKKKK these dogs are so cute. And they reminded me of hyunaaa. So here’s short content about hyunaaa :3.
no warnings, she’s a demi human, still in the alnst universe, gender neutral reader.
Dachshund! Hyuna who’s is loyal to a T. She views loyalty as the core of a relationship, including yours. If you betray her, best believe she won’t forgive you, because she would never do that to you!
Dachshund! Hyuna who likes having her ears played with. Long, slow and throughout sessions of her head laying between your thighs after working so hard on missions with the rebellion, your fingers delving into her long hair to rub her scalp. Miiind-blowing. Got her eyes rolling down the back of her head and stuff.
She also likes it when you trail your finger from her chin down her neck. Also because you can pull her into a reversed kiss like that.
Dachshund! Hyuna who cannot stand being commanded. She likes her independence, and is methodical in her way of living. So when your tone gets a little harsh, she growls at u. Is VERY disobedient and reckless as hell. It costed her life once.
Dachshund! Hyuna who still manages to make you love her even more with her big, brown puppy eyes. The ones she gives you when she’s on her knees, her cheek resting on your knees and that pout of hers.
Dachshund! Hyuna who is the silliest woman you’ve met. With her lame jokes that you can’t help to laugh at because…how did she came up with this?
Dachshund! Hyuna who has a great sense of style. Just because she’s a Demi-human doesn’t make eligible to dress poorly. And she’s clever too. She can pull out a bomb outfit with a two piece skirt and shirt made from a large worn out shirt, and pair it with golden jewellery and a wavy hairstyle.
Dachshund! Hyuna who’s like a Velcro baby. Super clingy when she comes home… siiiigh.
Dachshund! Hyuna who overall, is the cutest and loving girlfriend you’ve ever had.
the peacock hybrid at the local farm that you visit once a week for fresh eggs who is utterly obsessed the moment he laid his eyes on you. he refuses to mate with any of the peahen hybrids anymore, considering you as his one and only. every time you come over he performs his little ritual dance, shaking his pretty tail feathers (that he preens just for you) to impress you, in hopes that you finally accept him as your mate and let him breed you until you’re swollen and filled with his eggs. ᢉ𐭩
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I recently just discovered the next best thing from fandom crack.
Mr A's Farm is so good and idk if I should be scared or aroused. Like, it's bonkers, but there is a plot there, trust. The visuals are also a spectacle.
A little sketch I drew for an art jam in a discord server I'm in. I sadly couldn't think of much and didn't have much time to draw anything too good. but I wanted to doodle out a glimpse of part of the worldbuilding of Kyrinos and how nagas in the forest live.
Though this is just a surface level intro.
