#and she’s so warm and cuddles so nicely and she likes my bird and has a great sense of humor

[sharkieboi]

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[reminiscingtonight]

Get Got for the fic gc/game thing

Get Got Blurb:

Rose has been… weird.

Your girlfriend's always been a bit out there, but her actions this past week has quickly become concerning.

Simply speaking, Rose has been nice to Alex. Like extremely nice. So nice that you're not the only one who's noticed.

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It's breakfast time and you're sitting at the same table as your sister and some of your friends when Rose comes over. You tilt your head up, expecting Rose to give you a quick forehead kiss before sitting down, but she slides in next to Alex, depositing what looks like the last apple from the salad bar onto your sister's plate. There's a scoff of disbelief, not from you, but from Lindsey as she stares at Rose like she's grown two heads.

"Sorry, which Morgan are you sleeping with?"

It's hard to muffle your laugh at the look of disgust that crosses Alex's face at your friend's insinuation. Rose is also sputtering, throwing her napkin at the blonde. "I was just grabbing an apple for Alex so she doesn't have to get up again just to grab one."

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It's practice time, a quick water break being called.

Rose gets there ahead of you, water already sprayed into her mouth and on her neck by the time you arrive. Looping your arms around Rose's shoulders, you reach for the bottle in her hand… only for her to pass it off to your sister before you get a chance to.

"Excuse me?"

Blinking, she turns her head, a look of sheepish shock when she realizes you've been hanging on her all this time. "Sorry," she laughs, ducking down to grab you another bottle.

When the break ends and you get back into your group, Kelley punches you in the shoulder. Hard. "What's going on with Rosie?"

You shrug. "You noticed that too?"

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You've been waiting for Rose to arrive for twenty minutes now. The girls are all in Lindsey and Alex's room, the two captains hosting a movie night. Despite the official starting time occurring ten minutes ago, your girlfriend, ever the early bird, is surprisingly not here yet.

Sighing, you resolve yourself to a lonely movie night without your cuddle buddy when there's suddenly a loud knock at the door.

Lynn, closest to the door, stretches to open it, only for Rose to come speeding in, bag of gummy worms clutched in hand.

Your eyes light up when you see the candy, not even going to question how she managed to sneak that in, but your joy is quickly dashed when she throws it into your sister's lap before plopping down next to you.

After a bit of shuffling to get comfortable, Rose finally cuddles into your side, leaning into your warm embrace. Taking your close proximity to your advantage, you tighten your arms around her. "Why are you being so weird?" you whisper, careful not to disrupt the movie.

Rose doesn't say anything, but the way she nervously fidgets underneath you tells you she can hear everything you're saying. You don't have a chance to question her silence before Alex is interrupting, not caring to keep her voice down. "She's being weird because she wants me to give her my blessing," Alex rolls her eyes, lips twitching in amusement.

When look down at your girlfriend, Rose has turned pink. "Alex!"

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It's no surprise when Alex accidentally triggers a cold water dump over her head the next morning. Rose is nowhere to be seen, but it's no mystery who set it up.

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Alex jokingly doesn't give Rose her blessing.

Rose asks you to marry her anyways.

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[chrisevansonly]

Daddy's Girl

Dad!Chris Evans x WifeReader

Summary: Even at 4 months old your sweet baby girl is so enamoured and in love with her dad, just like she is for him. His entire world in his arms whenever he has the chance, getting to see your husband be a father is one of the best gifts you’ve ever received

Warnings: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Dad!Chris because we love that, yeah it's just a whole comfort fic let's be honest

A/N: My last fic made me lowkey mad so I decided to rectify that with a sweet, self indulgent dad chris fic because thinking of him being a dad just makes my heart so happy, and yeah. It did make me slightly sad because I wish I had a dad like this, and growing up with abuse happening to me from the ages of 4 to 23, I truthfully don’t know what love like this feels like, but I hope I captured it to some extent

Word Count: 912

Sweet little Arlie Mae Evans came into your lives four months ago and ever since that day has brought nothing but smiles and endless love to your home. She was the light of your lives, and the absolute apple of her father’s eye, Chris would do anything in the world for his baby girl, just like he would for you. The day you gave birth to the four pound three ounce bundle of joy, Chris was beside himself, his usually calm composer replaced by tears of happiness as he held onto you, thanking you repeatedly for giving him the gift of a daughter. Seeing him as a father was an absolute dream come true, just like watching them right now as Arlie lay in her little plastic bathtub that rested in the sink. Warm water falling gently from a plastic cup Chris held in his hand, onto her soft little chubby belly, a gummy smile on her face as her blue eyes searched around the room”

you love bath time don’t you little bird..just like your momma”

Standing in the entrance of the kitchen to let them have their space, you couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that spread throughout you, the sight before your eyes enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you held them back 

“My Arlie girl, you have no idea just how special you are to us yet, someday you will princess, I’ll make sure to tell you every day about how much we love you, every hour if you want” 

You smiled watching him rub his thumb along her tiny cheek before kissing her forehead gently. After watching for a few more minutes, you grabbed her fluffy bear towel and walked over, placing a hand on his back so you wouldn’t startle him, Arlie’s eyes lighting up when she realized you were there 

“Who’s that baby huh? That momma bringing us a nice fluffy towel? Yeah, she’s gonna bundle you up really good” 

You leaned into his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your head before you lay the towel against your shoulder and lifted your little girl up and into your arms, the brown fabric of the towel engulfing her tiny body as she rested against you, head laying on your collarbone

“Sweet angel, did you have a good bath with daddy? You smell all nice and clean”

You rubbed a hand on her back softly on the way over to the couch where you had a sleeper waiting for her, a pout on her face when the cold air hit her, causing you to coo at her to try and distract her 

“I know honey, I know it’s cold, one second baby…”

You put her in her sleeper as gently but quickly as possible because she started to squirm and the room filled with little cries, that thankfully did not turn into louder sobs, you hated when that happened, your heart tightening listening to her crying, you wanted to make sure she had whatever she needed to keep her happy and healthy. Once she was zipped up you picked her up and cradled her to you, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch, her eyes beginning to close as you pulled a blanket up and over the two of you. Smiling down at her you barely registered Chris walking into the room with a cup of tea for you and some snacks, pausing to admire the two of you cuddled up 

“I will never get over the sight of my girls bundled up on the couch, I could frame this moment”

You blushed patting the spot beside you, lifting the blanket to let him slide under and over to you, turning your back to lean against him so he could wrap his arms around you. Moments like these since Arlie was born being the focal point of each and every day no matter good or bad, your little family was everything and more 

“I love you, thank you for taking such good care of us my love”

You tilted your head back enough to connect your lips to Chris’s before settling back against his shoulder blade 

“I will always do everything in my power to keep you two safe, healthy, and happy, I love you so much angel, there are no words to describe how thankful I am for you, and for our daughter. You allowing me to be a father and a parent with you, is something I will cherish for the rest of my life.”

At his words you felt the emotion bubble in your throat, Chris has always had a way with words when it came to you but seeing him be a father in action each and every day only solidified just how much he cared for and loved you and Arlie. You two were the luckiest girls on the planet just as he’d say he’s the luckiest man on the planet. Chris as a dad was something you’d both talked about in the 6 years you were together before she came along, and as you both snuggled up on the couch, all those conversations and wishes of a family you both talked of, had come full circle. You had your own version of the picture perfect family, and in this quiet moment as the fire crackled softly, and an old movie played in the background, you had found your happiness, and you had found your home.

[kinoshita-asuka]

happy holidays, from THE FATUI HARBINGERS

winter time is here, and is tradition, time to exchange gifts with people they hold dear. what would the feared (warranted) fatui harbingers give their loved one?

harbingers x reader (minus pierro, la signora, and scaramouche) pulcinella is platonic 1.25k words; yandere undertones for some (they are harbingers) i do not condone yandere behavior

author's note: oh please let me remember to publish it on time.

pierro, no. 1

pierro is off at the moment, but he will send you one soon (aka i don't know how to write for him)

il dottore, no.2

the doctor would give you an invention of his. if you wanted to, he'll even gift a segment of him to you, they would appreciate it. but the gift he would most want to give you is an immortal body, so you could stay with him. he is an expert at biological matters, like his segments and collei… he would modify your body to never die, he would even make more bodies for you. if you die, you could just have another body. that would be his definition of staying with him forever and his solution to your mortality. on the other hand, the segments would gift you different things based on various periods of dottore's life. one might give you a mechanical bird while another might gift you a mindless servant, a former fatui member you've seen around.

columbina no. 3

columbina's gifts would be quite sincere and innocent. she'll give you a pretty white dove in a golden gilded cage and say, "look at this! it's so pretty, right my dove?" you should love her gifts, they're so pretty and she picked them out, all for you. she'll give you the same accessories as her own, such as her trademark lace blindfold and the feathers behind her head. or she gifts you things that she thinks resemble you, like the dove, or maybe a cute cat with a nice collar on it. she'll cuddle you and sing songs as you sleep, her eyes tracing the collar on your neck, matching your beloved cat's, with bell and all.

il capitano no. 4

the captain's gifts are clumsy, but sincere. he would pick whatever best he can think of for you (from his side). what would you get from him? a weapon, of course. for a non-combatant. he'll spend hours contemplating, observing you, to see which weapon would be better for you, can you use a bow or do you have the strength to swing a sword around. hey, maybe not the best gift for the holidays, but it's sincere from his side. his mindset is very combat-oriented. of course, he is one of the most effective combatants for the tsaritsa. he thinks that you should be prepared to battle, no matter when or where. better to be ready. he tries to teach you how to fight, to protect yourself. who knows who would come after you..

pulcinella, no. 5

pulcinella, the mayor of the nation. he would have the most heartfelt gifts, after childe. he has experience with gifts, as he always gives them to tartaglia's family and takes care of them, even if childe is too oblivious to realize the very obvious hostage situation. pulcinella would treat you like his granddaughter, he would gift you a scarf to keep you warm and money to keep you afloat. his financial support has helped you a lot. all he asks of you is to keep in close contact with him, which is an easy request for you. his old age and experience in the fatui have caused him to want someone close to him and someone he can spoil. just don't worry about a few fatui soldiers cruising across your small town, looking for a few "threats" that have tried to harm you..

scaramouche, no. 6

this seat has been left vacant for centuries. how could somebody give a gift to you if they didn't exist?

"hmm? there used to be one? i can't seem to remember."

sandrone, no. 7

this girl only works on her puppets and machines most of the time, so don't expect much gifting-wise. she wouldn't give you food or clothes, she would give you a mechanical invention of hers, but not her unfinished works. no, her most polished puppet, made with the best materials and tuned to perfection, will be given to you. like dottore, don't expect heartfelt gifts. these two run purely on logic and what is most practical to gift to you, which for sandrone, is her specialty field. as a plus for sandrone, this was a good time to test the puppet she made to see if it needed any improvements or if it works well. Her gift is programmed to watch you and report your movements at all times. it is a test run of a new surveillance robot she's been working on…

la signora, no. 8

"the fair lady? she should be deceased, so she can't give out presents unlesss.. you have a way to manifest her back into the world."

pantalone, no. 9

known as the richest man in snezhnaya, so of course, he would only have the most decadent gifts picked out for you. he might be the living incarnation of "i'll buy everything from here to here" and point from the start of the shelf to the very edge. there'll be the biggest diamond you've ever seen, inlaid on an indent in the center of a gorgeous silver necklace. he'll have the entire collection of famous designers from liyue, mondstadt, or any other nation. or you'll find yourself with a little coat, made of what seems to be the fur of a white fox, only for pantalone to inform you it's a mythical beast, and it is like the one stolen that was to be gifted to the tsaritsa. money is best spent on the most valuable individuals, whether to cherish them, chain them down, or both. he's spent so much on you, so stay with him.

arlecchino, no. 10

this woman is quite the piece of work. described as "there isn't a sane bone in her body", she is surprisingly… sweet to you? you don't know what you did, but you somehow fell in love. she wouldn't know much about gift-giving, but she does have some experience picking out gifts for the children of the "house of the hearth". the knave would give out sentimental but practical gifts, something like a comb or a hairpin, something of very high value, emotionally and materially. she would pick something you could use in everyday life or wear on yourself that she could see. like pantalone, she likes seeing you in things she's bought, but with a different motive for it. it signals that you are hers. you'll be the only one that allows her to show her darker side, so in exchange, you should stay hers, right? you'll be the only one to not disappear when you see her dark side.

tartaglia, no. 11

tartaglia would get you warm and heartfelt gifts. whether it be a batch of cookies made by his family or a warm scarf personally knitted by his mother or even himself (he would learn to knit for you). if childe did not get you some kind of gift like the above, he would use his saved-up mora to buy you something luxurious or comfortable, like nice coats and delicacies imported from other nations. he can do at least that much. while not as wealthy as pantalone, he is still immensely wealthy. he is very empathetic and would know what to gift you, it's a skill you acquire when you have to get gifts for a whole family. that extends to you, you are his second home, and he'll be damned if he doesn't spoil you. he shall cherish you, just like how he cherished his family after his near-death experience in the abyss. another little gift, he'll protect you with everything he's got, just like the icy grave of a certain aggressor buried in the thick snow who thought that he could fell the battle-hungry childe with his beloved.

worked on for 2 days

[blacktofade]

As I'm writing this I feel like a mother cat dropping off a kitten she doesn't want at the doorstep of the nice neighbor who sometimes feeds her. Like this poor helpless baby probably deserves a home but not with me.

So basically I wrote this nsfw hotel morning-after/hook-up scene as part of a much more complicated RPF Falseren story that I got obsessed with but will never actually finishing writing. And because I lost interest and I am incapable of publishing anything without context, I'm never going to do anything with this. But you seem into Ren and RPF so maybe this scene will find a good home with you rather than rot in my draft.

So read this, or don't. Share it, or don't. Write something inspired by this, or don't. Subtweet about how you don't want porn in you inbox, or don't. I don't care, this kitten is your problem now. I'm off to go chatter at birds and be feral in the woods again.

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When she wakes up the next morning, it’s to a warm body pressing along her back.

The contented hum she lets out as she pushes back into the him earns her a whisper right next to her ear.

“Falsie? You awake?”

She can barely even hear the sleep in his voice, and the idea of him laying in the hotel bed watching her sleep before curling up behind her drifts through her mind. She wonders if he was smiling.

“Nope. Not yet. Might be soon though.” She mumbles back, fumbling behind her trying to grab his hand.

She can feel the rumble of the laugh in his chest and puffs of air ghost across her neck as she finally finds his hand and drags it in front of her, cuddling it to her chest.

“Good to know. Let me know when you’re up.”

“Someone’s already up.” She chuckles, pushing her hips back against his erection already pressing against her ass.

“That’s what happens when I’m in bed with a gorgeous woman.”

“Gorgeous woman? Where is she? Did she slip out before you woke me up?”

 The rest of the hypothetical she was about to tease him with dies on her tongue as Ren shifts his hips behind her until that erection slips between her legs.

“I’m trying not to let her slip away.” Ren says, the arm against her chest pulling her into him even more. Maybe it’s the haziness of her brain still waking up or the cocoon of the blankets still around them, but the tenderness of the comment doesn’t make her want to run. In fact, it makes brings all of her attention to the fact that Ren apparently isn’t the only one who woke up horny. Maybe the slick between her legs is from all the rounds last night, or from the dreams she had of riding him in the stupid Twitch rivals chair, or from how everything is so warm and so soft around her except Ren’s cock, which is hot and hard against her.

She needs him inside her right now.

“Ren…” she says somewhere between a request and a whine, hitching her leg over his, bringing him even closer to her center.

“I got you, I got you,” he all but whispers into her hair as his hand detangles from hers and slides down to her hip, anchoring her so he can tip his hips and slides into her.

Fucking hell.

It’s a totally different angle then anything they’ve done before and it’s still perfect. For not the first and likely not the last time, she wonders how Ren of all people has the perfect dick. And when he pulls almost all the way out, she lets out an actually fucking moan as she feels him drag against her.

He gets in a few thrusts before she realizes that in their position, she doesn’t really have any leverage to move. The little groan she lets out as she squirms back against his chest just earns her another laugh.

“How you doing there Falsie?” He teases between delicate kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Another frustrated noise just earns her a squeeze from the hand on her hip as she opens her legs a little more.

Even though she’s just woken up, she feels restless. She’s used to doing things during sex; kissing, touching, thrusting. Anything really. But now Ren just has her pinned with a simple hand on her hip, slowly driving her insane with his consistent, even thrusts from behind her. It feels like something is buzzing just under the surface of her skin, not enough to get her anywhere, but enough to drive her insane.

“Ren…..ren,” she whimpers, face pressed into the pillow and bottom arm clutching into the bed sheets. She needs to do something other than just feel Ren fuck her.

“I got you False.”

She too focused on the feeling of him dragging in and out of her to notice him shifting behind her until she feels an arm slide into the space between her and the mattress. With his hand pushing out into the bed in front of her, it finally gives her the chance to do something with all this energy simmering inside her, and she switches from clawing at the sheets to threading her fingers through his, holding onto him like he’s the only thing tethering her to reality.

Turns out that was all she needed, something real to ground her. Because that wakes up enough of her brain to realize she can absolutely do more than just let Ren turn her brain to mush with his steady, unhurried pace. The fingers of her free hand finally find her clit, and that’s what she needs to turn the consistent, maddening sensations of Ren’s mouth on her shoulder and hand on her hip and dick still dragging in and out of her with a steady rhythm, into a jolt of energy right through her.

What finally tips her over though is when Ren squeezes her hand. He’s been messing with her senses since the moment she woke up. All touch and warmth and sensation and sound without anything of his to see. She’s barely had a chance to touch him. Hell, she hasn’t even seen his face yet this morning and he’s already inside her for god same. So when she sees his fingers tense around hers against the rumpled hotel sheets that all she needs to finally free falls over the edge into an orgasm that burns through her like wildfire. All that simmering energy under her skin suddenly alights, finally feelings like release as the orgasm sizzles through her

He’s still inside her for a moment, first as she clenches around him and then as he lets her catch her breath. It’s fitting that she comes back to her senses with her face buried in Ren’s bicep and her knuckles white from gripping his hand so hard.

False wouldn’t say she usually got sleepy after she came. It never seemed to effect her one way or the other. But this orgasm is different. She is now very much awake.

“False what are you-“ is all Ren can get out as she starts moving, righting herself enough to turn around and pin him to the bed. The look of shock as he stares up at her straddling him is almost enough to change her plans. Almost enough for her to pin his shoulder’s to the mattress, lift her hips up, get him inside her again, and ride him until he’s as much of a babbling mess as he made her with his stupidly perfect dick.

But she’s got other plans.

For him.

And his dick. 

She locks eyes with him as she shimmies down his body, throwing the covers off behind her, forgotten somewhere on the floor.

She can hear him swallow as she looks away to readjusts herself between his outstretched legs.

Which makes it all that much better when she looks up at him from between his legs, not breaking eye contact for a second as she takes him fully in her mouth.

“False!” He nearly shouts with his head thrown back. The vibrations from her laugh as she starts to really suck him off must catch him by surprise again because his hips twitch up from the bed, sending him even deeper in her throat.

False wouldn’t say she liked giving blow jobs. Having a dick down her throat wasn’t an experience she would necessarily describe as a good time. But once again, Ren’s unfairly fantastic dick is very workable even as he thrusts up into her. Plus, she’s always enjoyed seeing her partner’s reactions to her blow jobs more than the physical experience itself. And Ren’s reactions are spectacular. His hands gripping the sheets and running through his hair, truly lovely groans every time she swirls her tongue around him, and the way he says her name is a sound she wants to remember forever. He even does a commendable job of trying to warn her that he’s about to come, but she’s had a plan for this moment since she flipped them over, and the way he looks down at her is absolutely awe with the last dredges of his sanity as she takes all of him in her mouth and sucks hard is worth everything.

She swallows all of it, taking a moment to whip the spit from her chin and sit up as Ren comes back to his senses.

“I can’t-don’t expect me to do anything after that.” Ren finally jokes, still sprawled out on the bed a little dazed.

She takes pity on him, crawling back up to fit herself under his arm, throwing an arm over his chest and draping a leg over his hips. It takes another moment before he wraps his arm around her shoulder, tugging her close again. 

Ren chuckles at her when she playfully bites his shoulder. “You let the intrusive thoughts win there.”

“You fucked me before you even brushed your teeth. Who’s got worst self control?”

“But it was in a way that you didn’t even have to suffer from my morning breath.”

“Yes. Your terrible morning breath.” She deadpans, already shifting up to kiss him.

“Well I mean if you think I have-“

“Ren shut up.” She says, throwing a leg over his torso to straddle him and kiss him in a way that shows there are things she would much rather him do with his mouth at the moment than brush his stupid teeth.

ANON!!! I am putting down cat food!! Please! Return to me! This is so fucking hot I'm going to swallow my own fist to keep from saying all the deranged things!!! I need more, bestie!! 😭

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I hope you are doing great 💖

May I get fluff headcanons for Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, and Miruko ((BNHA)) with a touch-starved reader?

Thank you 🐈

Hello Anon! Absolutely you can get some fluff headcanons! Thank you for the request!

Pairings: Dabi, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko), Shigaraki x gn! Reader (separate)

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We all need affection. So how do the characters go about it with a touch starved Reader?

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Alright, this guy is touch-starved as well so there going to be a lot of mutual comfort here.

Because of his...less than ideal childhood...he never really got a lot of comfort as a child. So any kind of comfort and gentle physical touch is going to be pretty foreign to him to start with.

Give him time though and he'll warm up to it.

I think his main concern would be his burnt skin and staples. He doesn't want you to be grossed out or have sharp metal digging into you. The last thing he needs is someone else he cares about pushing him away.

Dabi's not too bad at asking for affection. He prefers to just pull you into him but if the situation demands it he's not above asking.

"Hey, c'mere. Wanna hug?"

If you ask for or hint that you want a hug (or any kind of contact really), Dabi's going to tease you as he's moving closer.

Wants to keep his cool façade, but never wants you to feel like he doesn't care. He's been there before and doesn't want you to feel the same way.

Favourite place to spend time in contact with you is on a lounge, soft chair, or bed. Preferably somewhere quiet and away from other people.

One of the clingiest people you will ever have the please of meeting.

Also one of the best at giving hugs.

Hawks is a naturally touchy person so you'll never feel touch starved when you're around him.

This guy somehow always has a hand near you, whether it's to rest it gently against your lower back when he's brushing past you, patting your head when you do a good job with something, or kissing the back of your hand when he just feel like it.

He just likes knowing you're there. It's his way of reassuring himself that you're real.

And if you ask for affection?

Both the teasing and the physical contact get turned up to eleven.

"Aw, does the little bird want some affection? C'mere!"

His whole being goes into those hugs. He wants to make sure you know how much he cares about you.

Hawk's favourite place to be give you hugs and affection in general is standing up somewhere quiet so he can wrap his wings around you as well.

The only person who can compete with Hawks in terms of "the best hugger".

All those muscles mean the hugs are always the perfect tightness and always leave you feeling safe, comfortable, and loved.

I see Mirko as someone who likes physical touch a lot. It's her love language.

She appreciates peoples' boundaries, so if she every goes overboard with the hugs, all you have to do is let her know and she'll dial it back a little.

But let her go wild with the affection, and you'll have a buff rabbit lady clinging to you at every possibly opportunity.

And if it's still not enough affection and you ask her for a hug? You're getting swept up in the biggest tightest hug you've ever gotten from her!

"You want a hug? Sure thing!"

Mirko's favourite place to hug is anywhere comfortable and warm. A bed would probably be her favourite place because it's nice and soft and you two can cuddle up under the blankets if its cold weather.

Really, anywhere with a blanket around the two of you is her favourite place to snuggle.

Canonically the most touch-starved person in all of My Hero Academia.

This is obviously going off the theory that Shigaraki wears those artist-type gloves that only cover two of his fingers, allowing him to touch things safely. He doesn't want you to decay.

He's still very cautious with physical touch so you're going to have to take it slowly with him.

This is a process of learning to accept physical touch for both of you.

He won't usually initiate physical contact so you'll probably have to ask for a hug most of the time. When you do, he'll still be hesitant but will shuffle towards you, holding out his arms.

"Okay, if that's what you want."

He doesn't mean to sound so abrupt. He wants a hug just as much as you do. He just doesn't know how to express his healthy emotions too well yet.

If he does initiate physical contact, don't expect to be escaping his hugs any time soon. He'll hug you tightly enough that you won't want to leave, even if you could. He just needs some love and affection.

Shigaraki doesn't have a favourite place to be in contact with you. He'll take what he can get, when he can get it.

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[enochoconnor-girlie]

As requested, a small Enorace microfic.

it’s not the best, and I rushed a little, but it’s not absolutely awful. hope you like it!

Every now and again my body shivers so violently that my head raps against the cold wood floor that’s still damp from tears that rolled down my cheeks. I hate this. My throat raw from the screams and sobs. The shivers; the ringing in my ears from all the noise, like I’m still in the nightmare with yells of pain and bombs and destruction along with all the death. 

I hate this ‘power’, it doesn’t make me feel powerful, it makes me weak, wanting to just leave, leave the mind games with the hurt and pain. I can’t do this anymore. The thoughts just make me sob harder onto the floor. I glance at my bed sheets strewn over my abandoned bed that’s warmth has long since gone away after I fell out of it minutes before. I tuck my head back into myself looking like a cat crumpled in a ball. 

The steps from outside my door make me freeze, the sounds of steps pause, hopefully they walked past my room. The door creaks open. Nope, I don’t want to do this again, the awkward back pats and unsure ‘you’re okay’s with half-hearted hugs. I don’t like the pity comfort from the others. 

“Another one, huh?” Enoch’s voice makes me lift my head up, he tilts his own at the sight of my most likely red eyes and wet cheeks. He lifts an eyebrow before walking over and grabbing my glass of water. I slowly sit up and lean against my bed when he crouches down to my level. 

“Breath, in and out. In 123 out 123.” He instructs like it was scripted. I do it for a minute before he hands the water over and I down it in three gulps. Enoch gently takes the glass and sets it to the side. We sit there, side by side, for a few seconds until I lay my head in his shoulder giving him the green light. 

As he shifts towards me and wraps his arms around my shaking body I collapse into him. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whisper into his chest. 

“I know, but you’re going to have to. You’ll be okay, it’s just one of those weeks,” I know Enoch’s right. 

“But those weeks get more frequent and more intense and I just… can’t. I really am a coward.” I almost start sobbing again. 

“No. Stop right now, okay? I’m done with that coward nonsense.” He actually sounded mad, that surprised me a bit. “Everyone who said it, they couldn’t handle half of what you can. You are so strong and anyone who says otherwise isn’t worth your time or energy or thought or mind.” 

I shouldn’t say this, but I do, “you called me a coward,” it’s barely able to hear with my face buried into him, but the quiet room doesn’t do me any favors. Enoch heard it. “Before, you know?” I hope it would soften the blow. Enoch is still frozen. 

“Bird. I did.” He breaths it out. “I am so sorry, you didn’t deserve that, never, ever. I… just…” he might cry. I don’t want my boyfriend to cry. 

“It’s okay, you’re making up for it right now,” I snuggle in deeper. It’s so warm, it’s so nice. It’s safe right where I am. My conscience slowly blinks out as I hear and feel Enoch humming a lullaby as he strokes my hair and cuddles me close. The last thing I remember is sitting on the cold floor.

But when I wake up, I’m snuggled in the warm sheets in my soft bed with Enoch laying right there next to me. Huh, no nightmares that time. Miss p might be mad that we slept in the same bed when she comes and checks on us, but I don’t care. 

I’m safe. 

All the nightmares could try to keep me awake and sobbing, but I can do it. I’ve done it before. And the love of my life is right there. Yes I know I’m physically 13, but this stupid boy is the love of my life. Maybe we could get out of the loop, grow up, live together in a nice house, get married, start a family and be happy. I dream about it as soon as I fall back asleep. 

And I do dream the future, right?

[solitaireships]

let me in your atmosphere

It's the start of Xianyun's banner, so I here's a fic I did about her and Andromeda! The title of this comes from Lovesick by Laufey! This is pretty much just a cute little fluffy morning fic

After the game spat in my face and made me lose the 50/50 after 80 pulls, I'm basically having to start from 0 again to try to get her befor the banner ends. I'll be considering all likes, reblogs, etc I get on this a manifestation that ae will come home to me lol

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1039 words

Divider by saradika

Andromeda wakes up feeling more rested than she usually does. She’s never been a good sleeper— even when she was a child she’d often wake up in the middle of the night. But for the first time that she can remember, she realizes as she stirs awake that she doesn’t think she had any late night interruptions to her sleep. She slept soundly, and she thinks that she owes her unusually good rest to her girlfriend. 

Everything with Xianyun is still new. They’re both navigating what their relationship means, but it’s exciting to figure out who they are to each other. There’s an awkwardness that comes with it, but it’s also comforting in a way. Xianyun is amazing— every second that Andromeda spends with aer is precious to her, but letting someone into her life has been strange for her. She’s not used to getting close to people, not used to being able to actually count on other people to listen to her and care about her. This is all uncharted territory.

A month into this relationship, that doesn’t scare Andromeda as much as it used to. Xianyun stays at Andromeda’s apartment in Liyue sometimes now, cuddled up against her in bed. She’s all sharp angles and long limbs, but there’s something comforting about her presence too. Andromeda thinks that ae’s what’s helped her sleep better lately, though aer helping her sleep only makes aer absence in the morning more noticeable. 

Andromeda blindly feels around the bed, not yet opening her eyes. When she doesn’t feel anything but pillows and blankets, she half whispers out, “Pretty bird?”

“One can be found on the balcony.” Xianyun’s voice is distant, being carried in through the door by the right side of the bed. 

Andromeda has always liked the way Xianyun speaks. Sometimes it reminds her of poetry. There’s a soothing flow to her words that’s pleasant to listen to, and Andromeda’s gotten distracted listening to her talk more than a few times as she’s gotten stuck in just the sound of it. 

She climbs out of bed, taking her glasses from the nightstand. One of the good things about having an apartment in Liyue is the balcony built off from the bedroom. It gives a lovely view of the sprawling city, the ocean just barely visible in the distance but still with the smell of sea salt drifting to the balcony in the breeze. 

But Andromeda’s attention is drawn away from the warm orange and yellow colors of the sunrise towards Xianyun. Ae’s wearing aer glasses, but aer hair is still down, following down in its feathery layers past aer back. She's pretty in her nightgown, the silky black material going down to her knees and draped off of her slim shoulders. 

Andromeda joins Xianyun on the balcony, coming to a stop next to aer. She leans against the railing of it, resting her arms on the cool wood. 

“You’re up early,” she states. 

“One wanted to enjoy the view,” Xianyun says. “The morning sky in Liyue is unique among Teyvat's wonders.” 

“Hmm. Yeah, it’s always pretty like this, isn’t it?” 

“Very,” ae says. She shifts closer to Andromeda, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You are a very nice view in the morning too.”

Andromeda can’t help but smile at that. It’s a little bit of an overused line, but there’s a genuineness behind it that makes her heart beat a little faster. It’s hard to believe that this is real, and that Xianyun can truly love her, but it gets a little easier in the softer moments like this. 

Andromeda presses a quick kiss to aer cheek. 

“Thank you,” she says. 

“You don’t need to thank one for simply stating the truth,” Xianyun says. She leans her head against Andromeda’s, having to lower herself a little to do so. “But one does like hearing you say kind things.”

Andromeda smiles. “Hmm. How about I say that you’re gorgeous then? And easily the smartest person that I’ve ever met. You have such a sharp mind, it’s really incredible to see you at work.”

It’s odd. Andromeda has never been good at giving or receiving compliments. It’s always felt to her that words aren’t enough, that they can’t really show what someone’s feeling. It’s easy to twist words into something else, changing their meaning or saying things that aren’t really meant. And when it comes to her complimenting someone, she never feels like she can find the right words for it, never find the words that conveys what she actually thinks. She fumbles and says what feels close enough, even if it only scratches the surface. 

But when she compliments Xianyun, the words flow out easily. Everything that she says feels right, even if it will never truly be enough to show her just how much she cares. It’s nice not having to agonize over every word, and it’s nice not to feel like she has to script out everything that she’ll say as she speaks. 

“You’re far too kind,” Xianyun says. 

“I could say the same to you.” Andromeda knows that it’s not every day that an adeptus has a relationship with a human. There are risks that come with being together, but the fact that Xianyun is willing to take them with her is flattering in and of itself. 

Xianyun guides Andromeda’s face up towards her with a clawed finger lifting her chin. Aer lips are soft as ae kisses her. She’s more confident at kissing now than she was just a month ago when they had their first kiss— Andromeda still can’t believe that she was Xianyun’s first kiss ever. 

When their lips part, Andromeda still feels lighter on her feet. It’s almost like kissing Xianyun was a relief. She always thought that people were being cheesy and over dramatic when they said that love can change everything, but right now she thinks she can see why they say that. 

“Thank you for letting me be part of your life,” Andromeda says. 

“One is lucky to spend one’s time with you,” Xianyun replies. Ae nuzzles aer nose against the top of Andromeda’s head. “Now, may one treat one’s radiant girlfriend to breakfast?”

She smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

[sillysosillyangel]

TW: oral sex, heat cycles, breeding kink, and Long post

Top Niki lets go

The thing that he is now a cat and a reaper has his impulses running free so when it is reproductive season THIS reproductive season and he will not stop until he is sure that he is full of kittens/empty his balls well and filling his partner with cute babies. He has to reproduce well and his body is able to go no stop until he is sure that there is a new life on the way growing inside him.

Theres a thing about Missa: he is very sensitive and emotional, which he was before he died and he still is now.

Missa always wears his heart on his sleeve, he can't just reproduce and leave like that, no, he has to pamper his partner and make sure they are okay (sometimes he forgets to check himself).

The tongue baths when he spends his heats/ruts with Philza are very recurrent, primping is very important for cats as preen is for avians so his sandpaper tongue is everywhere, rubbing his nose against Phil's blonde hair and his short trail of facial hair, rubbing his husband's belly slightly swollen with cum with his hands, also resting his head against Phil's stomach, he knows there are no kittens there yet but it is so warm and soft and he smells their two smells mixed together, so he can't help but lean there and purr like an engine.

He will meow in alarm if his partner tries to move away or just move abruptly, and will whimper weakly if they don't want cuddles. Rut/Heat makes him so vulnerable that he will cry if he is rejected.

Phil honestly knows he's the same during his mating periods only he is more demanding and he's not having any "thats not necessary" shit (staring at Etoiles and Missa) his bird instincts practically preen under Missa's attention and gentle affection as they come down from the afterglow of the orgasms, puffing out his chest proudly until he feel his little (kitty-like) licks all over the fat and muscle of his pectorals (his tits) checking every bruise and bite that Missa left during the act and showering them with soft kisses.

Unfortunately Phil's chest is very sensitive and Missa's tongue is a lot of stimulation, his feathers fluff up because he feels so, so loved and feels so good, his cock can't get hard that soon but the stimulation on his pecs, the hot cum coming out from his hole, and Missa's purrs on him sure don't make it any easier.

Thinking about that, Philza's instincts go crazy from being under his husband's heat-induced attack, from being under a predator but above all there is a wild power trip when he is the one who fucks Missa into oblivion, so sure that he will be filled with his eggs or babies or whatever he wants because he is his, his Missa to fill, to breed.

(Ugh Pissa possessive my beloved)

Walking away from my favorite couple!

I am sure that Nikki is the perfect dom for Missa (lynx Nikki) she is kind and tough, she will not hesitate to guide him in the best way possible. They're both feline hybrids and if Phil's old bones can't catch up with what it's like to technically fuck an undead (who doesn't need rest as much as others) then there she is.

Missa eating pussy 🗣‼️

Missa is huge, so tall and his tongue matches the rest of him, he looks wonderful bent on his knees before her, he usually has a hard time handling himself, his pretty mouth would normally mew and beg to be fucked into a drooling mess but when Niki look like this he is totally speechless

Mute and becoming small before her, his cock is practically raised, begging for attention, for release. She laughs easily, her tail wags like a predator about to tear off his neck, and her eyes look at him hungrily.

A Good boy, he wants to be a good boy. Good boys are breed nice and full. His ears lower in submission and his tail trembles as he wraps around his own leg. He tries not to rub his thighs because he's a good boy and he can hear the airy laughter of the alpha feline in the room. She rises above him. on top of his him.

Niki is sitting on the high cushions making a mound high enough to make it comfortable to lie down and squirm on, her back resting on a makeshift backrest and she looks at him as if he were a snack. She is pretty and he can recognize the cat features around her but above all he can see the lynx evolution in her, it makes him want to bare his neck whole for her.

Missa is kneeling on the floor, his knees on a comfortable cushion she laid out for him, his back hunched and dwarfing his long frame, right between his pretty legs, one hand gently combing through his black locks, he can feel the huge claws running down he. She takes her time putting each loose hair out of his pretty face and Missa whimpers at the gentle attention, leaning on her hand seeking more of her touch.

When she finishes clearing the reaper's face she comments “You are such a cute kitty, you know?, with such a cute tongue” And Missa lets out a high-pitched, broken moan, please.

Niki grinned as if she read her mind “it's okay kitten, you can taste me.”

And Missa dives like a man in the desert, she smells so good, she tastes so good his musk smell is juicy and he slurps like he needs it to live Missa is good at eating pussy but with the rut/heat he gets wonderfully messy, his tongue is as big as he would be so easy just to put it inside to stretch her for something bigger and- But his tongue goes from bottom to top, from her hot hole to above her clintoris, it runs and covers her entire pussy with thick saliva and he begins to lick messily inside her vaginal lips.

It's not the first time Niki has had other cats but the sandy texture of their tongues is always a shock of pleasure and Missa is eating her as if he could cum with just that (he could if he wasn't in heat/rut) she doesn't pull his hair but keep her hand there, a guide or a cable to reality, see it as you wish.

Until Missa shoves his unnaturally long tongue inside her and she's the one who could use a cablenow, the satisfied moans and praises are interrupted by the slow intrusion of his big wet, raspy tongue that drags a scream out of Niki's throat

Oh it's deep, deep inside her, normal tongues can't, but Missa isn't normal, anatomically.

His tongue basically massages Niki's velvety walls, warm and so good

The moans resonate louder as Misssa begins to fuck her with his tongue, he pulls out, eats her pussy and starts fucking with his tongue in until he even feels the pain in his lower jaw.

Niki moans praise and her fingers cling to Missa's hair, “good boy” “good tongue” “you were made for this, dont you?” “use that pretty tongue of yours well, Kätzchen.”

When the heat begins to build like a spring inside her, she pulls Missa's hair away and he tries to get back between her legs like a bee to honey.

"No, no, bad kitty, stay still"

Missa whimpers sadly but slowly obeys until he is still on his knees. His cock looks hard and angry crying precum and his face, oh his face is a mess of Niki's slickness, he is still held by his hair, he looks like he's going to beg at any second but one look shuts him up good and quick, he wants to be a good boy, he must be her good boy.

Niki breathes slowly and laughs, incredulous of what just happened, it was so fast, she was almost there but she also felt like maybe...

"Missa?"

Her ears perk up in the direction of her voice and he looks at her stuttering a "yes?" mute and shy. Niki wonders if he is the same man who tried to eat her just seconds before

"You can touch yourself" Missa seems grateful as he would be before the statue of a goddness, looking at her and his eyes light up with momentary happiness. "but you can't cum until I say you can, Kätzchen"

Missa nods desperately, a drunk and nervous smile eats his face.

"I need to hear you, mate, for your sake"

"Y-yes" she can hear that his voice comes out broken and a little primal but that's okay.

As soon as Missa returns to his place between Niki's legs she keeps her hand holding the black locks, making sure he continues slower on herself and on his own cock. At some point he is fucking her with his tongue again and she caresses his ears which creates a deep purr that goes through her like a vibrator, Niki gasps

“Yes like that, just like that.”

Missa does a really good job as a personal vibrator, he starts using his fingers to stimulate the rest of her pussy because his tongue is pretty busy, his mouth is practically hitting it between moans and purrs and his bony fingers do a wonderful job caressing her folds and playing with her clitoris until it occurs to her to rub her fingers against the hole where her tongue is ruined and Niki gasp from the depths of her throat.

That noise makes Missa's pussy wetter and his tail twitches eagerly at him. She presses his head against her in an unspoken order to clean up which he obviously does perfectly.

When he finishes she allow him to free himself from her still without letting go of his hair but she is no longer caressing these sensitive ears of his, Missa struggles to catch his breath not that he is away for Nikis's pussy noticing that he was on the verge of fainting between her legs and he not would have even cared.

Niki brushes the pink half of her hair out of her face and begins to bathe Missa in slow, soft strokes that make him melt, even scratching under his jaw when he rests his head on her knee, looking at her with dilated pupils and a soft contented purr in his chest.

"You are such a good kitten, so well trained, Phil was right, you know how to use that pretty tongue of yours, my good boy".

They both know that another painful heat wave can return at any moment and that Missa hasn't come, his hand passes slowly over his cock there is no point in wasting his semen unless it is filling his mating partner and he whines, part of him wants to beg to be let to cum inside as much as he wants her destroy him but he also wants to pamper and shower his bleeding affection on his mistress while she comes down from orgasm,

It is in the midst of that agonizing doubt that the door opens revealing his mate, his husband, his dear bird and father of his children.

And Phil looks very calm to be walking into a room with two hormone-filled feline predators but he smiles softly and Niki is the first to break the silence.

"You were right he has such a good mouth"

"Glad you like it, did Missa behave well?" Missa moaned, still on Niki's knee, he doesn't want to get away from her, but his soulmate is there and he just wants to touch him, so it's hard to decide.

"More than well, he will be a perfect addition for when others' heat cycles begin" She rakes the nerves of Missa's ears with her claws and he melts. "Very cute and obedient, did you train him to be like that?"

"Oh, no" Phil laughs softly, his eyes do not leave the way Missa is on his knees, "He is already a whore like that" It shouldn't make him feel this way just for the way they talk about him as if he's not there, but it does and he whimpers, his tail unconsciously wrapping itself around Phil's ankle, begging for him to join them.

"Unfortunately it won't be today, mate, but cheer up the others will be really excited for getting another kitty to will join them."

[ghoulsister1]

Lilac Skies

Dracula (2006) X Reader. Modern AU Dracula. Fluffy fluff. Comfort. Cuddling. Reader has her period and needs comfort from her vampire boyfriend. Chocolates. Snuggles. Soft Dracula. ModernEra!Dracula. TW: Blood.

Dracula's POV:

The sun was just slowly creeping up in the horizon, the sky a lilac shade with orange and ice blue as some birds began their dawn chorus. I blinked a few times and it was then, as I inhaled I smelt it. That familiar metallic, often coppery smell, but to me it was sweet and intoxicating. The scent of blood was in the air and this time it just sweet, no it was almost ambrosial like a creamy dessert.

My eyes darkened, growling softly and I turned over to look at Y/N. She was still sleeping but I seen her face twist a bit, like she was in pain or some discomfort. As she did, I noticed the smell of blood coming from her and it was stronger.

Y/N was bleeding! Suddenly, I was more alert now and shaking the hunger from my thoughts I sat up, looking over her. I shook her gently, calling her name softly as I tried to rouse her from her sleep.

End Of POV.

You awoke to the sounds of someone calling your name softly and gently shaking you from your sleep.

"Y/N? Y/N. Y/N, Y/N wake up please" The voice of your vampire boyfriend called softly. You mumble a weak "what?" and try to turn over but what your boyfriend says stops you.

"You're bleeding Y/N" Spoke Dracula, concern in his voice. Your eyes shot open and it's then you registered the dull pain in your abdomen and you let out a sharp hiss at that. Dracula gently turned you back over to him and he looked you over.

"Y/N, please tell me where are you hurt?" Asked Dracula. You looked up at his concerned face and gave a soft small smile despite the pain.

"It's my time of the month" You Replied and Dracula seemed to register what was really happening. You were menstruating. Dracula was relieved that you weren't mortally wounded, but still saw you were in obvious discomfort.

"You are in pain though my dear" Said Dracula softly.

"Just tell me how I may help with easing the pain and making you feel more comfortable" Continued Dracula as he helped you sit up in bed. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

"What time is it?" You Asked.

"It's very early my dear, the sun is only just rising" Dracula Replied as he rubbed your back. You yawned and gave a small stretch before the dull pain began to grow and hurt a little more. You groaned at that.

"Why don't you take a nice hot bath? Or perhaps a shower? I'll freshen up the bed and bedroom for you" Suggested Dracula. You tried to protest at just getting a pad/tampon but Dracula shook his head.

"No. The shower will at least help relax you and the heat will hopefully help with the pain, my sweet. I'll get out some fresh pyjamas and put them in the dryer for a bit so they're nice and warm when you get out and put them on" Reassured Dracula. You smiled at him and made your way to the bathroom. You decided on a bath, you had a feeling this monthly will be a major b*tch and you wanted to just lay back in the hot water for a good relaxing soak. You turned on the taps and was reaching for your body wash when Dracula appeared.

"Need some help?" He Asked, smiling softly. You smiled.

"Decided on a bath. I have a feeling this monthly won't be easy" You Said. Dracula nodded at that, understandably. You see him reach for your bath bombs and favourite scented lotion, along with a few of your Wiccan crystals. You watched as he placed the crystals around the edges of the tub before picking out a bath bomb and throwing it into the water.

You both watched as the water bubbled and turned a beautiful, pastel colour and the room filled with the smell of your favourite scent. Dracula helped you undress and you sank into the scented waters of the tub. You let out a contented sigh and turned to Dracula, smiling happily.

"Take your time and relax, my love. If you need anything just shout okay?" Dracula smiled.

"I will sweetie" You promised and with a kiss to your hand, Dracula got up and walked back into the bedroom to freshen it up.

He was changing the sheets and he saw a stain on the sheets. Though the sight of blood was tempting, he growled and shook his head. Now was not the time, his beloved was hurting and she needed him. He changed the sheets and duvet, before grabbing a pair of soft, clean pyjamas for Y/N and putting them in the dryer for a bit to warm them up. Dracula lit two scented candles and when the dryer was done, got the pjs and placed them on the bed. He also got out your glow-in-the-dark Hello Kitty pillow and Barnet the Orange Bat Squishmallow.

You came out of your bath, smelling of coconut and your favourite bath bomb scent and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. Your eyes widened as you took in the room.

Your duvet was changed to your new Hello Kitty glow-in-the-dark duvet cover and pillows, sheets changed and your favourite scented candles lit.

You smiled when you saw your squishmallow and glow-in-the-dark Hello Kitty pillow on the bed. You got the pjs and felt how soft and warm they were.

"Did you have a lovely bath, my dear?" Asked Dracula.

"Yes I did, thank you and thank you again for what you've done with the bedroom, it means a lot Dracula" You Smiled. Dracula chuckled softly.

"Anything to help my darling feel more comfortable" Said Dracula as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You changed and put on a fresh pad/tampon.

You felt much better now that you were clean and in fresh pyjamas and bedsheets. You climbed into bed as Dracula took a wash himself, reappearing and dressing in a black hoodie with Vincent Van Gogh's "Starry Night" print on the back. It was a hoodie you gave him last month after going to a Van Gogh Art Exhibition. It was your 5th date and you two enjoyed yourselves.

Dracula joined you in bed and he opened his arms out, inviting you to a cuddle. You happily took the invitation and cuddled up with him. He embraced you warmly and held you there as he switched on the TV.

"What do you want to watch?" Inquired Dracula as he held you close. You looked up at him and smiled.

"We still have to finish that Penny Dreadful season 2" You Recalled, remembering where you two last left off in the series. Dracula nodded and you two lay cuddled up together, wrapped in his arms as you cuddled Barnet. He sometimes ran his fingers through your hair as you both continued watching the show.

"Helen McCrory is a fine actress in this show, she plays her character perfectly" Remarked Dracula. You gave a hum of approval at that, smiling. You rested your head on his chest, basking in this perfect bliss with Dracula.

Halfway through the show and it was fully morning. Dracula paused the show, causing you to frown.

"Hey, it was getting really good!" You Whined. Dracula let out a small laugh at your protest.

"It's fully morning and breakfast is now a must" Reasoned Dracula. You pouted at him but your stomach gave you away with a growl and Dracula gave a small snigger at that.

"Seems you agree with me on breakfast" Chuckled Dracula sending you a smirk. You gave a giggle at that and grinned.

Breakfast came and went, soon you two rejoined in the bed and continued watching Penny Dreadful Season 2. Suddenly the cramps returned with a vengeance and you groaned, curling yourself into a ball as pain hammered your insides. Dracula paused the show and turned to you, worry on his face.

"The cramps are back, owww! It's really bad this time.....it hurts" You Cried. The pain was making you feel sick and your eyes welled up with tears.

"Tell me what to do, how can I help you?" Asked Dracula.

"Usually a hot bottle helps.....and some painkillers" You Whimpered tearfully, clutching Barnet more tightly.

"I'll be right back" Dracula Promised before going downstairs. He wasn't gone too long and soon he returned with some painkillers and a hot water bottle in the shape of your favourite cartoon character.

"Here. I'll get you some juice to wash the painkillers down with" Said Dracula making his way out the bedroom door.

"Orange juice" You Cried out. You heard Dracula reply with a "Got it!" and you waited for Dracula to return. You didn't have to wait long as he came back upstairs with a glass of orange juice in hand. You gave a smile despite the pain eating at you.

"Here you go" Said Dracula softly handing you the glass of orange juice. You thanked him, took the painkillers and swallowed it with the juice.

Dracula climbed into bed and pressed the hot water bottle gently to your abdomen. You let out a pained groan before sighing as the warmth spread through you, slowly melting away the pain. You lie back as Dracula resumed holding you close, lying your head against his chest as he resumed the show.

"Thank you Drac" You Murmured softly as you began to feel a little sleepy. You felt Dracula press a kiss to your head.

"You're welcome my dear. If you feel sleepy, just close your eyes and take your rest" Dracula Suggested. You nuzzled your face into his chest with a whine.

"What if I miss the show?" You Asked, fighting to stay awake. Dracula chuckled softly and you felt him lean his lips to your ear.

"You won't. Let's save the rest for another day my love. Now, just relax and sleep a while. I promise to wake you if you need me to" Whispered Dracula. You smiled at his words and soon began to feel more sleepy.

"Just wake me up for lunch or dinner" You Mumbled sleepily. Dracula promised he would and you closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep. While you slept, Dracula occupied himself with some random TV channels, watching bits of the news mixed with Jamie Oliver cooking shows and sometimes flickering to watch The Great British Bake Off.

Whilst watching the cooking shows, Dracula did gain an idea on what to make him and you for dinner though.

He opened up his phone, made a few purchases and soon ingredients arrived at the door in shopping bags from your local store. Dracula stored them away for dinner and returned to the bedroom, where he took a nap himself and energised.

You awoke to Dracula softly caressing your face. You awoke and smiled at him. You gave a stretch, feeling much better but hungry.

"What time is it?" You Yawned.

"Time to make us some dinner" Replied Dracula getting up from bed, yawning and showing off his fangs as he stretched.

"Perfect, I'm starving" You Declared, making Dracula let out a laugh.

"Then you'll love what I'm making us tonight" Teased Dracula watching you as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oooh, I can't wait" You Replied and Dracula smirked at that. So Dracula made his way downstairs to begin dinner. You freshened up a bit and awaited.

Sometime soon you could smell something delicious.

"It's definitely a pasta dish, I know that smell anywhere" You Thought, relishing in the aromatic smell of herbs and sauce together. Your mouth watered, wondering what delicious pasta dish Dracula was whipping up.

A while later and Dracula emerged from downstairs, carrying two plates of delicious, home cooked lasagne.

"Drac, you made us lasagne! You're really the best boyfriend you know that!" You Cheered happily. Dracula blushed a bit at that and gave you a warm smile.

"Got an idea from watching those cooking programs while you were sleeping. I thought why not, Italian dishes being your favourite" Explained Dracula as he handed you your plate and fork.

"Stay here, got some drink downstairs" Said Dracula who went and retrieved two glasses of cranberry juice. You two ate in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting how great the food is.

"Oh, did you get a feed yet? Apart from the food I mean?" You Asked, knowing that you bleeding right now next to your vampire boyfriend was probably driving him crazy with hunger. It couldn't be easy, smelling all that blood and yet denying yourself to feed.

"I will feed soon my love" Dracula Replied smiling. You frowned a bit.

"But you must be hungry. I know it's not easy, being a vampire and smelling me practically bleed all over the place Drac. If you want, you can....." But Dracula stopped you.

"You are bleeding a lot already and in some way or form losing it too. I'll only be taking more and you'll be left feeling more weak than normal after feeding" Explained Dracula.

"But Drac....." You Began.

"I appreciate you looking out for me my dear but right now, I want to take care of you. I'll feed soon tonight, I promise" Vowed Dracula and smiled. You nodded and smiled at that and the two of you continued to eat.

Later on in the night, Dracula went out to feed. He was gone a long while. You cuddled Barnet close to you as you anxiously waited for him.

Dracula did return. He was still licking the blood from his lips and fangs as he made his way upstairs to you. You smiled upon seeing him safe and not hurt.

"Sorry if I was gone a little too long" Apologised Dracula.

"It's alright Drac, did you feed enough?" You Asked.

"Two tonight. My belly is full for tonight" Dracula Replied licking the last remnants of blood from his fangs and changing into some comfortable night wear, giving his mouth a good rinse of mouthwash. He climbed into bed and cuddled beside you.

"Picked up a treat for us on the way home" Said Dracula pulling out a full Cadbury chocolate bar for you and him to share. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"Best vampire boyfriend ever Drac" You Grinned.

Dracula chuckled and returned the gesture with a kiss to your lips which you happily returned.

The two of you spent the night, nibbling on chocolate and watching some Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares episodes, snuggled up in the arms of your loving vampire boyfriend.

[nehswritesstuffs]

Baratie: Home to Chefs, Strays, and the Occasional Sword Goblin - Part 7

Still not dead--just running into a couple plot blockers while busy turning another maladjusted Northern lad into an accidental dad. When all is said and done, this is going to be a bridging chapter (so not filler, but also not too plotty), but I figure a reward for your patience is warranted.

First chapter on [tumblr] - [FFN] - [AO3]

Prior chapter on [tumblr] - [FFN] - [AO3]

A letter arrives, a snail call is made, and comfort is offered. [3269 words]

Sitting on the balcony outside his bedroom, Sanji read quietly in the warm sun with Asido cuddled into his side. It was a day off for him, so he was spending quality time with his nephew, the boy presently tuckered out after pushing himself hard during training. For not having a directly-altered Lineage Factor, he certainly was unnaturally athletic and capable of learning quickly. Even his little body had limits though and he was now snuggled into his uncle’s side as he slept. Sanji idly scratched at the boy’s scalp, which pulled out a content squeak. He braced the book against his leg as he turned the page one-handed, not wanting to disturb the kid’s nap. Actually, this was nice… admittedly.

Eventually, Sanji’s ears caught the News Coo coming on the wind. When it was in sight and clearly headed towards him, he put the book face-down and waited for the bird to glide his way. It gave him a letter and waited shiftily, not leaving until it got a bit of the crisps Sanji had been munching on. He looked at the handwriting on the front and knew this was something he couldn’t let slide—Reiju had replied to him, after weeks of nothing, despite the inherent risks involved. Opening it carefully, Sanji checked to make sure that Asido was still sleeping before going over his sister’s flowing script.

‘Sanji,

‘Thank you for letting me know you received the azuki in a timely manner. I was not entirely certain who to gift them to, but I’m glad to know I chose well. Beans like the azuki are said to be auspicious and extremely versatile. I hope they only bring good things to the Baratie.

‘I do not know when it is that I can visit, though it is something I would like to do sooner rather than later. Father is planning future campaigns now with Notice as a physical base, monetarily, militarily, and socially. That much is public knowledge and assumption, making me free to write it. What they do not know—details I’m sure you recall so I do not compromise them—is that I am already going through much of the same treatments Mother did; Father is trying to build his Perfect Germa, and now there’s nothing I can even take to ward him off. All my future children will be perfect in his eyes. He has even taken me off active duty for the duration of the treatments and the lack of things to do is… unnerving. I was placed in Mom’s room; you know the one.

‘Please do not tell Zeff of our correspondences—I know how much he distrusts me. That much is something I would not blame him for, as I’m not exactly the center of charming stories. I think every day of what I have done to you, both in the past and now, and I shall likely never stop. If I could hold you in my arms and never let go again, I would. I wish you could have been at the wedding, that I might be at yours one day, and that they would have both been performed out of love. For now, I guess I shall have to learn to live with being pen pals, in a way.

‘Until the next letter,

‘Reiju’

Sanji carefully stuffed the letter back in its envelope before placing it in his book as a bookmark. His blood boiled at the thought of Judge torturing his sister—let alone anyone else—with his Lineage Factor experiments, but to keep her hostage in their mother’s old room while doing so? The threat was unspoken but clear.

One wrong move and she would meet the same fate as Sora did all those years ago.

After taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sanji gently shook Asido awake. “Azuki bean, time to get up.”

“I don’t wanna…” the boy murmured.

“You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you keep going,” he said. Asido rolled out of the chair and flopped onto the balcony floor, making his uncle roll his eyes. “Come on—we can visit with the geezer in the meantime.”

That got Asido perked up and the boy jumped to his feet, seemingly awake in an instant. Sanji shook his head and sighed before following his nephew through his room and over towards Zeff’s.

“Grandpa Zeff! Grandpa Zeff! Uncle Sanji taught me a lot of stuff today!” The boy nearly skipped into the old man’s bedroom, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed. He tilted his head, staring at him. “Why are you back in bed? It’s early.”

“I just feel like it, azuki,” Zeff bristled. He let out a wheezing cough and Sanji paused.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” he frowned. Now that he got a look at him, Zeff was pale, the bags under his eyes more prominent, and the book seemed too heavy for his hands.

“It’s just how I’ve been coughing the past few months.”

“No… that’s how you were coughing when I first dragged Chopper over here,” the younger man said. He checked Zeff’s temperature with a hand to his forehead and hissed—he was hot to the touch. “Shit. I’m getting the fever reducer.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating through the sheets you fucking stubborn old coot.” Sanji pulled a bottle from a nearby table and poured two pills from it into his hand before shoving them into Zeff’s along with his water glass. “Take this.”

“Fussing over nothing,” Zeff grumbled. He took the medication, however.

“I’m fussing because I’m not ready to lose my dad just yet,” Sanji replied icily. Zeff looked away—that was probably the only word that Sanji could use that could get him flustered—and muttered something under his breath. “Hmm? What’s that, shit-geezer?”

“I’ll go when I’m good and ready you prissy little eggplant!” Zeff snapped. Sanji rolled his eyes and glanced over at Asido, who was fidgeting nervously.

“You should have seen him when I first rolled back into here,” he scoffed, trying to seem aloof for the boy. “Don’t worry; part of why we’re here is so that the old man gets better.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah. Now stay here and make sure he doesn’t move while I get some more of the medicine he was on before.” Sanji ruffled Asido’s hair, ignoring Zeff’s grumbling about how he wasn’t going to take the shit anymore. It was all a bunch of hot air, the younger chef knew, and gave his nephew a wink before heading out into the corridor. It was just his luck that Zoro nearly ran into him by the stairs, causing him to jump in surprise. “Ah, fuck, marimo. Perfect timing.”

“What the fuck do you want?” the swordsman grumbled. “It’s my day off.”

“Yeah, and the old man just took a turn,” he said, motioning back towards the door with a flick of his head. “Go watch him as I grab some medicine. Kid’s in there now.”

“Fuck,” Zoro huffed. “I thought we were watching the kid, not traumatizing him with elder care.”

“Just shut the fuck up and make sure they’re both fine,” Sanji snapped. He quickly descended the stairs and went into the geezer’s office where he was storing the rest of the medicine since it generally stayed cooler than the rest of the ship. Bringing it upstairs, he had to dodge a few of the other cooks before he had Zeff’s room in sight. The geezer was still coughing profusely, while Zoro had collected Asido in his arms so that the boy could hide his face in the moss’s shoulder.

“I don’t need that shit,” Zeff wheezed between coughs. Sanji ignored him and began to pour a spoonful of the lime-green liquid into a spoon.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy,” he scowled. Sanji waited until it seemed like Zeff recovered before jamming the spoon in his mouth without warning; it worked and Zeff took the stuff. “There. Was that so bad?”

“Could’ve been better,” Zeff cringed. “Can’t the reindeer make medicine that tastes decent?”

“You know that if there was a way, he’d’ve found it by now.” Sanji deposited the spoon and medicine both on the nightstand and looked over his shoulder—Zoro wasn’t there and neither was Asido. “Alright, now get some fucking sleep and I’ll come check on you for dinner.”

“I’ll just stay here then, wondering if I should murder Patty and Carne when I see them next.”

“Not only you wouldn’t, but you couldn’t.”

“Just wait until I get better and fucking watch me.”

Sanji simply rolled his eyes.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The thing was: Zeff didn’t really improve, let alone get back to where he was before.

He was still coughing a lot, his heavy wheeze reminding Sanji of how he’d get on particularly rough days, making him glad he was attempting to cut back on the cigarettes. A fever would come and go—sometimes high and sometimes barely there—and he was sweating a lot. Between Sanji, Patty, Carne, and Zoro, someone sat with the old man most of the time, only giving him a reprieve if they were all asleep. After nearly a week Sanji had enough of his yoyoing and left the moss-brain in charge of Zeff while he slipped into his room with the Den Den.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

“Hello!” Ah, it was Chopper’s bright and cheerful voice—the last time Sanji had called, Kureha answered. That had been an… experience to say the least. “Who might I ask is calling?”

“Hey, Chopper, it’s Sanji.”

“Oh, hi Sanji! Ah! There’s your eyebrow! The snail must be slow to copy today. Are you calling to give a report on Zeff’s progress?”

“That’s almost why I’m calling,” he replied. “The old man’s having a relapse; started almost a week ago and although it’s stable, it’s not getting any better.”

“Huh… that’s an interesting development. It should be something we can work with, though. What are his current symptoms?” Sanji told him and the snail nodded along. “Has he stopped any of the rest of his treatment?”

“Not that I’m aware of; even put him back on the original shit you left us with.”

“Then that makes this all the more interesting. It might be a delayed immune response by his specific blood type. Instances are rare, but they’ve only been observed in normally-healthy people under thirty-five.”

“Is the medicine still effective?”

“Yeah—there should be no reason for it to have waned in efficacy. I’m just wondering what could have triggered this response.” Sanji could see the snail’s face scrunch as Chopper pondered the situation—he was always such a professional when he got into Doctor Mode. “Have you been giving him additional fever reducer?”

“Yeah, like you showed me before you left,” Sanji replied. “It seems to work for the fever fine, but he still has his cough, and if the shit wears off then it gets real bad before the next dose kicks in, so I’m technically overlapping.”

“It’s good that he’s responding to that at least. At the amount prescribed, he can’t overdose or find his tolerance messing with it, not for a long while yet.” Chopper went quiet for a moment, the only sound being a shuffling of papers. “Do you think you can keep him under control like that for a bit longer?”

“I can do my best.”

“Excellent; I’m going to be coming over in a couple weeks. Robin and Franky are scheduled to pick me up and the five of us will make the trip together. We can make it a pit stop before we see Usopp, Kaya, and the girls.”

Sanji had to think for a moment. Oh yeah, that’s right, he wasn’t the only one in the crew who had found themselves thrust into parenthood over the past few years. “Hey, uh, Chopper? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything!” Sanji could hear the cheer in the reindeer’s voice, which honestly broke his heart.

“Can you make sure you bring along the right equipment to give a young kid a checkup?”

That piqued Chopper’s interest. “Is Usopp dropping the girls off with you early? I know they’re due for one and that you had offered to take them.”

“No…” Sanji bit his lower lip—there was no going back from this. “There’s a young boy I have here, nearly five, and I don’t know the last time a doctor looked him over. You’re the best there is.”

“I see.” The line went eerily quiet as Chopper contemplated the new information; he honestly preferred when the reindeer blushed and swore at such a compliment. “Can I ask how he came to be under your care?”

“You can, when we’re not speaking over a tappable line.”

“Fair. Is he there now?”

“No, he’s with the moss.”

Another pause.

“Zoro’s there…?”

“Live-in babysitter and geriatric’s companion extraordinaire, that one,” Sanji scoffed. He frowned when Chopper didn’t respond. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing—I just have a lot to prepare for,” the reindeer said.  “You know, Luffy’s going to freak out when he learns about this.”

“No one’s seen Luffy in years—he’s going to freak out about a lot of things, to be fair.” They shared a bit of silence, where Sanji could tell his old crewmate was attempting to not panic. “I cut back because the kid’s around, if it’s any consolation.”

“You did?!” The snail’s face brightened again. “That’s great! How often do you go through a pack now?!”

“I dunno… about a week? Five days?”

“That’s already an improvement!” Chopper marveled. “You used to chainsmoke for months straight; being near a pack a week is impressive!”

“Well, let’s say I have some pint-sized motivation.”

“That’s good! That’s good!” There was another voice in the distance—probably Kureha—and the Den Den cringed. “I’ve got to go! I’ll send you some extra medicine by Coo and I’ll see you in a couple weeks!”

The Den Den clunked off and the imitation of Chopper vanished from the snail’s face. He left a snack for the snail and left his bedroom, heading out into the corridor the same time Zoro was exiting Zeff’s room.

“Patty’s turn,” the swordsman grunted. He caught the look on Sanji’s face and raised an eyebrow. “What’d Chopper say?”

“He’s sending more medicine via Coo, but he’s not coming for a while yet,” Sanji replied. “Apparently this shouldn’t even really be happening… not to the old man, anyhow.”

“We’ll get there.” Zoro awkwardly placed a hand on Sanji’s shoulder. “You know we will.”

“Yeah.” Sanji did not brush Zoro’s hand away, although he did walk out of his grasp, heading over to Asido’s room. He found the boy reading at his desk, legs kicking merrily in the air as he jerkily pulled his pointer finger over the varying speech bubbles, sounding the words out quietly. “Hey, what’cha got there?”

“Oh, just Sora,” the boy replied. He held the tankobon up and beamed. “I don’t have to ask for a lot of help with the words! Isn’t that neat?!”

“It is,” Sanji agreed. “Hey, listen: I just got off the phone with another old crewmate of mine. He’s a doctor and is going to come here to check on Grandpa Zeff. Have you met a doctor before?”

“No. What’s a doctor do?”

“A doctor tries to make sick people healthy, or make sure that healthy people don’t get sick. Have you ever been sick?”

“Nope! That’s when you don’t feel good, right? Like Grandpa Zeff? Is that why your doctor-friend is coming over? So that he can make Grandpa Zeff better?”

“He is, and while he’s here, he’s going to make sure that you and Zoro-oji and I are still doing alright, to check and see if we caught anything.”

“Really…?”

“Really-really; his name’s Chopper, and you’re going to love him. He’s a reindeer.” Sanji watched as his nephew’s eyes grew in wonder and a million questions raced through the boy’s mind. Asido’s mouth couldn’t keep up with his brain and the boy began to stutter, only making vague noises instead of words. “He’s not coming for a few more weeks yet, so don’t get too excited.”

Too excited? The boy was practically bouncing off the fucking walls.

It took a while to get Asido calm again, Sanji only really able to do so with promise of updates on when Chopper was scheduled to arrive. With the boy somewhat placated, his uncle slipped back out into the corridor, only to see that Zoro was still standing there with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“Don’t you have anything else better to do?” Sanji sniped. He closed the door behind him, hopefully shielding Asido from whatever fight was about to happen. “Well…?!”

Zoro did not answer, instead remaining where he stood.

“Your room’s that one, if you were wondering,” the blond sniped. Fuck, of all people, it was the marimo he had to put up with. He made a move to head down the stairs again to start on dinner when Zoro pushed himself off the wall and grabbed Sanji’s hand. Before he could react, Zoro had yanked his arm and pulled him close for a hug. Sanji tried to get away, but the idiot’s grip was too tight.

“Calm down,” Zoro grunted sourly. Okay, so at least he wasn’t completely cracked.

“What the fuck is this about?” Sanji hissed through grit teeth.

“Take a breath,” the swordsman said. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?!”

“That thing where you’re going to keep fussing and stressing until you drop.” Sanji kept struggling, not wanting to use a kick in such tight quarters. “It was shit when we were with the crew and it’s shit now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, shitty marimo.”

“No, but I can tell you that the kid’s beginning to pick up on your pissy habits,” Zoro warned. “I’m glad he’s not like your shitty-ass family in the emotional department, but this is going to mean you’ll have to watch it.”

“My nephew, mossball, not yours.”

“…that you want me to help you watch, so put a fucking cork in it.”

Sanji sighed and let himself grow limp, resting his forehead against Zoro’s shoulder and allowing his own arms to fall to his sides while the idiot held him up. There was no fucking use in fighting this, so he closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose—at least the marimo had showered recently.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try not to stay so fucking wound up, for the kid’s sake if anything.”

“Good.” Zoro gave one final squeeze before he let Sanji go, the blond pushing away from him with his face flushed pink in embarrassment. “I don’t care how weird you are about it: I will get your head out of your ass if you get it stuck again.”

“I’m not that limber; find a better turn of phrase.”

“If I have to put something else up your ass in order for you to calm down, I will.”

Sanji’s face went from pink to red as he almost ran to the staircase. Stupid fucking marimo saying stupid fucking inappropriate things outside his nephew’s door… worse yet, outside Zeff’s door. He did his best to calm himself down the the time he entered the kitchen, though it still felt as though all eyes were on him.

This was exactly the shit he wanted to avoid with Zoro there, and yet it was happening anyhow.

He was gonna kill Usopp.

[program-251]

a ramble about my cat because i love her hehe (she is the best cat in my opinion).

by this point she is around 12 years old I believe, and she gives off such heavy old lady vibes it's unreal and I have just been thinking about how she will eventually pass away most likely before I do, and I thought this would be a nice little thing to look back on : D and remember her by, especially since my memory isn't always the greatest.

Her name is Rogue, she is a black cat with green eyes and a speckling of white hairs from age (she also has a notable patch of white fur on her chest). She loves cuddles and is the most friendly cat I have ever met, she loves attention and whenever she is screaming that is usually what she wants. She is loud and proud, always very vocal about what she wants, and she is like a little motor when she purrs (which is also quite loud XD)

She loves to give me cuddles and starts screaming at me when its 9 am, trying to get me to go to sleep for night time cuddles. It's her routine and man am I bad at following it, she pesters me until I do XD. She loves being tucked in under the blankets and even when it's not cuddle time she will try to get under them by attempting to lift it up with her head.

she loves going outside (almost always with super vision or a bell collar, so she doesn't kill the local wildlife because she is a little murder (although she doesn't even go after birds anymore at this point.)) She never went after are chickens which was surprising since we thought she would , but she mainly just laid down in the grass and observed them. and there chickens warmed up to her and started following her around to her dismay XD you would just see her start walking a little faster when she had a chicken trail behind her it was very funny. She even liked to bring them dead mice, although she stopped that after one of the chickens got to curious and gave her a little peck, after that she avoided them like the plague.

I am really happy that I got to meet her, and live with her and I am glad to say that she has trust in me. She lets me carry her and even purrs when I do, and I am only one of two people who she lets do that, with anyone else she gets really grumpy and definitely considers throwing some hands. She is still salty at one of my friends who picked her up one time XD she is such a salty cat, she will hold grudges. I am also really happy that she enjoys cuddling with me at night, makes it a lot less lonely and I am not use to being alone, plus it makes me feel a lot better seeing this happy content cat living her best life beside me when its dark cause my anxiety spikes and I even use to imagine creatures coming to get me, but having her there made it a lot easier and helped confirm that everything was fine : D (although now I am at a point where I have a really hard time sleeping without her I need my cat cuddles man)

and honestly she is a gorgeous and a majestic cat, I hope she is as happy as she can be and has a lot of happy memories : D and its upsetting to hear people be so superstitious over black cats they are amazing and can make your day just that much better by just being there.

[bleakbluejay]

i want to ramble about the girl i'm in love with. won't tag it the way i normally would bc i want it to be impossible to find. if she reads this i have to kill myself immediately

i'm in awe of her. she's so pretty. she has this long curly brown hair that light catches on like gold, and her brown eyes are just the same, under heavy, sleepy lids and thick lashes. i swear the stars hide behind them, the way they twinkle when she smiles. her nose is pretty, too. it's long and angular and it reminds me of a bird-of-prey, like a kestrel. her smile lights up her whole face. her voice is so soothing to me, and when she's excited, she has this subtle lisp that melts my heart. she's tall and skinny, all willowy, with long limbs, and these really pretty hands. she always wears a choker chain around her long, slender neck, and i think it looks nice. enough about her looks. this girl's such a dork. an unbelievable dork. she likes board games and card games and she's into compsci. i've watched her do her homework and it looked like casting spells. she's so smart. and she's funny! she makes me laugh all the time. my whole world is brightened when she's in the room. she's so thoughtful and helpful it's unreal; she thinks of things that almost nobody else ever does, like pulling chairs out for me, or walking me home at night knowing i'm anxious about the streets here. she's the best cuddler i've ever known -- she knows just how to hold me to make me feel like i matter a damn. i try to do the same for her, and i think i do an ok job, because she sometimes lingers past when she said she'd go home so that we can cuddle for a little longer. she covered in magnets that urge me to kiss her all over, but i resist the best that i can. she's a good baker. she made me cookies for my birthday and they were so so good. i don't care how ugly they were. they tasted like my childhood and i want her to make me more. we are such different people. we have different goals and likes and dislikes and attitudes. but we get on so well together. like the tartness of jam with the saltiness of peanut butter. it's an incredible shame she doesn't like me back the same way. but honestly, it's ok. even as my friend, she's the world to me. while i'm definitely in love with her, i love her as my friend, too. she makes me feel safe and worth something and warm and not so alone. i'm so glad i met her. and i'm so glad we got closer. and i hope we stay close. she comes over tonight to hang out. she plays disco elysium for me because it's one of my favorite games, and i cuddle up under her arm to watch her play, and it's lovely. i'm not sure if she realizes how bad i need that. it's incredible enrichment to feel so comfortable next to another person, with as lonely as i get. it makes life worth living, i think.

[degrees-of-fuck]

Thinking about my PCs and their traits that reflect/result from their creacher TFs ! (I know there is no sheep tf, but. I Like Lettie being a lamb girl. it’ just Works and. I like them..)

Clara:

Craves That Mineral. She puts WAY too much salt on all savoury food because she doesn’t want anybody to see her using an actual salt lick. Her favourite dessert is salted caramel icecream lollies. Or popsicles if you’re american ig. Either way, she gets super lethargic if she doesn’t get enough salt.

Gets a lot of pain if her milk is too pent up, so she tends to milk herself and fill bottles with her booby milk. And then sell it at a wildly marked up price with a bunch of listed health benefits of... Dubious credibility.

Clara is... Iffy about being touched for the most part. At best. BUT, if she likes someone and is in a mood for it, petting her head or stroking her upper back tends to make her relax. Elsewhere is whatever.

clara has killed more people in a year than sharks /j

She does like a nice smell! Her favourite is Lavender. (Probably smells like it most of the time, if she gravitates toward it)

Freaked out by new objects. If you put a new thing in the orphanage common room, she’s just gonna deeply distrust that new thing. She won’t SAY it because that’s Weird but. She doesn’t like it.

She has at least once (read: almost definitely multiple times) licked Sydney’s neck while cuddling. Likely Robin’s too. Cow grooming behaviour, man.. embarrassing stuff. I think that being Sleepy makes it more likely to happen.

Likely to sort of lean her head against someone while she’s flirting with them.

I WANT HER TO HAVE EAR WARMERS IN WINTER. To avoid frostbite... : ( And also it would be really cute.

I read that cows aren’t super strong at breathing and are pretty vulnerable to things like pneumonia. So this is leading me to decide that Clara just so happens to be asthmatic.

Overall, I think she’s very Restrained about the whole thing?? She’ll do things on purpose to Endear herself to people if she especially wants to, but otherwise she tries not to show the signs of it much.

Esmee:

I’ve yet to do her later game design, so I’ve not posted what I’ve currently Got yet, but I Will say her feathers are based on those of an Azure Tit. So. That’s the kinda bird we’re keeping in mind here

lmao beautiful birdsong except she’s singing about how she wants to get Nailed, or summoning birds she’s friends with to maul you.

While she’s running around the woods on her way to go do some treasure hunting, she Will snack on bugs on the way. They aren’t Filling bc they’re small, but. Just a lil snacky snack. : ) To the horror of anyone that’s walking past.

Like most tits, she’s sort of chirping and calling near-continuously, whenever she isn’t talking. She only really stops if she’s in a situation where she Needs to be quiet. (Class doesn’t count.)

Based on how knowledge seems to spread from tit to tit (hehe) I think this version of Esmee is a lot more inclined to tell people things, where she’d usually just sort of... Hoard her information. She has a tendency to watch everyone around her anyway? While usually this is just to collect blackmail and stuff, she also finds it makes picking up their skills and things like that easier.

I think her and her twin’s room has a nest in it. Like they have their separate beds and in a corner there’s just this huge pile of soft things that they like to sleep in sometimes. Every winter she goes on a stealing spree, where she takes blankets and scarves and coats from peoples homes to add to the nest.

She’s not very close with the other orphans, but. Based on Tit Nesting Instincts, I can kind of imagine her shoving one of the younger ones she’s more fond of into the nest to keep warm when it’s about Egg Season. She just. Incubates the Children. Thanks, Esmee.

Wing fluttering, plumage flaunting and general showing off of her feathers are Common Flirtation Behaviour for Esmee. Also a Good Dancer!!

Lettie:

Lettie is a Lot better at recognizing faces than an average human - or rather, she can recall a way higher number of them than a human can.

Has kind of an innate knowledge of what herbs will ease what ailments. Which is very useful, being chronically ill and all. Herbivore Powers <3

Her hair grows much faster and thicker than it does in any other universe and has a Different Texture. Still like. Ringlet-able. I’m not giving up the cute ringlets. But it’s sturdier, softer and Heavier. It’s not exactly like sheeps wool, but it’s... Different.

Because it grows so much, she cuts it a lot and spins. Maybe not exactly wool, but some kinda fiber out of it. Bleaches it first so she can dye it different colours and sell lots of it lol. (Is Kylar her best customer? Probably...) Keeps some of it for her Crafts tho.

‘Lil dark, but another way she makes money off of the whole lamb thing is uh. Selling bottles of Lamb’s Blood. Mostly to the church for ritualistic purposes, but also just. To people into the occult. ... Again, Kylar might be her best customer here.

I don’t think Lettie does anything to hide her less human-like behaviour. (Neither does Esmee, really. Maybe Clara’s just like that because she once Was human) She probably uses it to constantly and carefully influence how people see her, ideally as Sweet, Small, Innocent and Malleable (which paired with Power makes her Useful, which gives her more access to people to use and. Yea.) But ya, she is just going around bleating and hopping and being the platonic ideal of lambness.

When stressed or scared, she will tend to hide behind someone else. She herself isn’t much one for crowds (kinda has a phobia of them-) but she tends to feel a lot safer in a Small group than she does alone. She’s pretty much hardwired to find isolation Very Fucking Stressful.

When new sheep mothers make baby, they apparently tend to make a rumbling noise to bond with their young - and also to soothe them when they’re anxious. So if she’s so Inclined to, that probably is something she tends to do when she wants to Soothe someone.

Like a sheep, Lettie is Silent when she’s in pain : ) ... Primarily because she doesn’t want to attract attention, but Also because her instinct is to attack peoples brains with psychic powers when she’s upset, rather than to cry. But yeah, she usually just goes Dead Silent.

If you tilt her chin up and have control over her Head, it tends to make her body Relax. Which. ... Doesn’t always work in her favour to be honest.

[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

[cognitosclowns]

the gang with like. a S/O with an almost overwhelming amount of pets, that's always covered in fur?? like, not JUST cats and dogs, but anything you can imagine... some are probably illegal???? they have snakes and spiders, mice, fish, a whole ass racoon they found in the dumpster?? managed to get a turtle and sea creatures too. you walk into their house n it's just.. a zoo.

AWEEEEE <3333

SFW THIS IS SO CUTE!! Wrote as X Reader just bc it's easier for my poor little pea brain

Gigi

STARTING WITH HER BC. I HC HER ALSO BEING A COLLECTOR OF ANIMALS. AND I LOVE HER DEARLY.

we see that her right swipe profile she's sitting on a tiger and I just. I'm obsessed with the idea that she has a shit ton of pets that she loves so dearly <33

PLEASE you and her probably ended up becoming friends from swapping animal care tips + design ideas,, and it just,, grew from there. mwa mwa mwa.

MSNDS DW ABOUT OWNING ILLEGAL PETS SO DOES SHE. She 10000% has a crocodile. they're so big and dangerous and absolutely gorgeous.

SHE LOVES PUPPIES SHE LOVES PUPPIES IF YOU HAVE PUPPIES SHES GONNA CRY.

You know how Rafe was like 'oooo you have no tells so mysterious you're hiding so much' NO that goes out the window when she sees a pubby. She is screaming in lowercase and making Scrunchy Hands at it

Usually she's super particular about stuff touching her outfits (they're expensive and she hate having to replace stuff) but. when she sees an animal. no she doesn't care anymore smdnsmd

AAA <3333 you and her strolling through her private aviary,,,, her gifting you a bird to take home <33 probably one of her favorite doves, for the symbolism <333

Reagan

she is. very concerned about the logistics of this,, how do you find the time to take care of them all she could never MSDNSMD

She definitely prefers more,, independent animals? Lizards, cats.

That isn't to say she'll be mean or anything to more affectionate animals, she just isn't as fond of super energetic dogs getting all up-close.

(she does think they're super cute running around <3 from a distance smdnsmd she'll absolutely curl up on the couch and watch your doggies play)

Her face scrunches up when she sees your turtles. hm. unpleasant memories.

<3 when she's stumped on smth, she talks to your fish. The lights are all super dim and soothing, and it's nice to talk to smth that doesn't talk back!!

they're also super nice for when she can't sleep - just going into the basement, sitting on that cozy couch, sprinkling in a bit of food. Cozying up to watch them swim around until she can drift off,,, <333

MAYBE,, even you sitting next to her,, rubbing her hand until she's off <33

JR

not a fan of dogs - Rand sicced one on him when they were younger. 0/10, you might be able to warm him up to the puppies but,, he still gets pretty jumpy around full-grown dogs

Definitely prefers cuddling up with one of your kitties <33333

OH you know this prissy little rich boy is gonna buy you your own zoo. like a PROPER zoo that's solely yours that you can,, visit whenever <3333

yeah it's a little extra but shh gifts are his love language MSNDSMD.

He'll constantly offer to get you new stuff for them, even as you insist 'everything still works perfectly, there's no need to replace it'

HES STUBBORN THO SO YOU'LL GET AT LEAST,, A FEW THINGS GET SWAPPED BEHIND YOUR BACK. It's ok everything works way better now

OH if you have a fish pond that's gonna be his jam. Sitting out there, tossing in feed... feeling them suck on his fingers all stupidly,, <3333

aaa <33 you joining him out there, quietly talking about your days <3 his work clothes a little undone, looking all peaceful and happy <333 gbrbrbrbrbr menfolk SORRY SORRY NEXT PERSON

Brett

Watching Brett interact with a dog is like. reintroducing a rescue animal to its pack MSNDSM

LIKE HE GETS ON THE GROUND AND SCRAMBLES AROUND ON HIS HANDS AN KNEES WITH THEM AND EVERYTHING. HES SO CUTE AND INTO IT. HE LOVES PLAYING WITH ANIMALS.

He isn't afraid of bugs!! or spiders or rats!! He finds all animals so cute. He used to talk to the spiders in his room when he was younger :')

PLEASE <333 he gasps whenever he sees your pets. he will become best friends with all of them before the day is up. You've been betrayed they love him so much now.

problem they all go BATSHIT WHEN HE APPEARS.

HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE IN EYELINE THEY KNOW HIS SMELL YOU CAN HEAR EM ZOOMING FROM DOWN THE HALL.

THE HOUSE SOUNDS LIKE A ZOO SERIOUSLY EVERY BEASTIE STARTS SHRIEKING.

HE GETS ABSOLUTELY TACKLED whenever he visits. He's learned to jump outta the way bc otherwise he's gonna get absolutely Stampeded lmao.

GOD the cuddle piles. He will literally just lay on the floor and the animals will flop on top of him. He dissolves into giggles, but that doesn't deter them. Truly the most disney princess ever.

Andre

OH YOU KNOW HE'S RUNNING AROUND LIKE A KID IN A CANDY SHOP

He loves animals he double loves FUNKY animals. Lizards Reptiles Bugs Snakes Weird Fish

HE WAS TOTALLY A DINOSAUR KID. Watches the og Jurassic Park obsessively, that was totally his jam - loves your birdies and lizards <3333

he 1000% will swap cool fact with you >:) he got his bachelors in biology babey!! He's a smart guy and nothing's more fun than talking Science with his baby <3

sigh. yes he makes a Pussy joke when you introduce him to your cats. yes he has that shit-eating grin on his face. yes you love him MSNDMSD

Expect to find him. just. sitting in front of the gecko enclosure staring head on at them.

'we're communicating'

'you aren't communicating shit'

'we're communicating'

MSNDMSND he's chaos and will absolutely help you with chores. He might even collect Samples (nothing harmful, ofc) from em to make New Funky Shit (tm) in his labs - it's great to have fresh options available!!

Myc

He's learned not to question your shenanigans at this point MSNDSMD when he sees you smuggling Test Animals out in tote bags he just grabs a basket and starts grabbing gerbils. Partner in crime babey

ohhhh dogs don't like myc dogs do not like myc nononono

cats too. most mammals seem to have an Aversion to him. They won't outright attack, but they get super pissy. Something about his scent.

it's fine tho bc he isn't a fan of em either - fur, yknow? Doesn't mix well with gooey tentacles

it's the DEAD opposite for your fish - they follow him around and crowd the corners of the tank trying to reach him when he comes over. He absolutely messes with them a little, moving from side-to-side of the tank and watching them scramble around.

yes he'll read your pets minds if you pester him enough. They don't think in the same Format as humans - it's more Vibes Based than actual coherent thoughts.

FUCK BUGS FUCK BUGS FUCK BUGS ABSOLUTELY FUCK BUGS

he's gonna scale you like a fucking tree if he sees a spider. he doesn't even care if it's locked up, keep that shit away from him

He's definitely more of a,, lizard-fish-amphibian type of guy!! No fur to stick to his tendrils, low-maintenance, doesn't mistake his tentacles for chewtoys

Glenn

he misses petting dogs

HE LOVES SEEIN EM THOUGH

esp bc he had,, a bunch of different dogs growing up to help with the farm <333 he's got such a southern boy softspot for em

AAA <333 if you mention loving fish. expect his face to go pink

he knows you didnt mean it like that he knows you didnt mean it like that but it doesn't matter it's in his head now and it's never getting out. Doesn't even matter if you're dating his brain is latching onto that so hard

FUCK BUGS PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

you'd think smb who was literally in the army wouldn't be afraid of bugs but NOPE HE WILL JUMP OUTTA HIS SKIN IF HE SEES YOUR TARANTULAS

on a similar note. please keep cats away from him they will eat him. like EAT him they will hunt this man for sport i stg MSNDMSD

AAA <333 IF YOU HAVE LIKE,, FARM ANIMALS??? like cows sheep chickens piggies?? HOGS??

the fucking nostalgia knocks him OUT he has been in the city too long. please let him help you with chores, he's missed it so much

Alpha-Beta

hush don't think about the how

He's. actually kinda impressed? quietly tho he has appearances to keep up. You'll see those clever little eyes dancing around the tanks, the

PLEASE you know he'd pretend to be all High and Mighty 'oh animals only love you for your food' but the SECOND you turn your back this silly bastard is gonna be cooing over one of the kitties that are rubbing against his leg.

He's gonna,, a bit hesitant to pet them at first because Oh Fuck It Is So Fragile And I Am So Strong, but after you shove a puppy into his arms. He Is Fine He Is Content.

literally just sit this man with a small animal he will be absolutely entraptured it's delightful

OH I can absolutely see him giving you some extra care tips. Babey he's got the whole internet in his brain he's,, absolutely got some Super Niche Info to improve your pets quality of life.

He's so,, warm and his body hums a bit,,, like the purr of a cat,, it draws them to him.

the first two he's calm, then 5, then 7, then the whole bundle is curled up against him and he looks absolutely Distressed smmdsdnms

AAA <333 this was so cute and soft <33 lmk if you had smth else in mind, and feel free to add more ideas!!