#let me squish your toe beans!

[honeyxmonkey]

I was messing with her toe beans and she got mad and now she's hiding

[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨

notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here! part 2 with penacony men!

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

oh fuck

look at that floof

that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat

a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat

spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even

dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know

the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you

surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight

closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone

an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache

but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…

occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point

one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is

meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?

art credit to cocoink🍁 on twt

a bit of a worrying case, meowade is

he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you

likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there

flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections

the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet

due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you

the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey

the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk

seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet

british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others

has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space

“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”

“…”

“… meow”

and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day

sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help

not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection

overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!

at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat

lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes

an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan

closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming

has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort

seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…

that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house

especially that spider

nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!

and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!

not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely

don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side

seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level

surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much

most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats

nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart

the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng

possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you

was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan

but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff

to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!

likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do

can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is

oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally

oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree

nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—

yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses

nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat

sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something

at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill

yet only nyelt and nyan heng are

at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!

yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats

however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living

the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats

the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats

turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home

at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

awwwwwww

everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!

as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin

super adorable

tiny

a tiny baby

"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats

that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie

yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload

but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!

an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes

is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief

at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat

yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????

still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat

is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time

seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision

one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding

what about scolding nyanqing you say? well

“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”

yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

…

“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”

“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”

“you sure…?”

“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”

yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous

an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god

the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face

oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo

that’s how damn bad this little cat is

you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo

“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”

a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments

seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan

nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker

so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill

“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”

“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean

“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat

to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look

yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection

if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time

but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water

it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????

it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well

the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side

seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt

thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan

you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame

and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time

another sweetheart despite his size

very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you

the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”

of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself

but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting

one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege

scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you

nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support

by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!

sigh...

if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms

well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up

nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes

art credit to mm_mako22 on danbooru!

luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!

and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!

ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats

jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'

oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'

at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word

one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant

it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!

yeah...

it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit

and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now

not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten

worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"

hhhh yeah

this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room

weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well

not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines

is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap

overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed

[guppygiggles]

As if I’d let you tease me like that twice in a row- /lh

Don’t you worry, I’m working on a little something of my own for you >;3 something which I’m sure will tickle your fancy

I SWEAR-

LET me, huh? 😏 Are you telling me that you let Avery get ahold of those ticklish sides and ribs, yesterday? I'm sure he'd be so pleased to know you were just being so sweet and compliant, all along~ Wonder where else you'd like a tickle, hm? Your little kitty paws, perhaps? I sure hope you don't accidentally imagine your paws in Avery's lap, him holding your ankles down while he gently squishes and plays with those cute little beans... maybe wiggles a finger or two under your toes~? You're not ticklish there, are you, Marie? Oh, no... I sure hope not... 😏

I'm... sure it will! You know I just adore what you make, you sweet, talented little peach. 💙

[bimobuddy]

Beans

Tickle Fic

DHMIS

Switch!Red guy, Switch!Duck

Got this idea from seeing a bunch of Fanart where Red has toe beans and I thought it was adorable

SFW!

CW: This fic is centered around toe-beans, and I understand some people don't like feet (myself included, but I'm fine with writing this one fic) so if that's not your cup of tea, you may want to skip past this post.

They had just finished up a lesson about anatomy from one of the teachers, and now all three were back at home, unwinding from the day's events. As you can imagine, a lesson about anatomy to them probably didnt go great, but there was one thing that Duck kept replaying over and over in his head.

At one point, the teacher was explaining how everyone has similar parts, but they can be different. As an example, he pointed out how Duck and Red both had feet, but where Duck's feet were bird like, Red's had pads on the bottom, poking them for demonstration. But when he poked them, Red almost seemed to twitch and huff, pulling his leg away.

One could say this was a reaction of irritation since they didn't want to participate in the lesson anyway, but Duck had a feeling it was something different. He looked over at Red, who had both feet firmly planted against the floor. He always sat like this, so that probably explained why he didn't know Red had toe-beans in the first place.

"Why didn't you ever tell us you had paw pads?" He asked. Red gave Duck a questioning look. "Why would I? I mean, people don't just talk about their bodies, it's weird." Duck huffed and crossed his arms. Red let out a light chuckle, "What? Are you offended I never told you that my feet looked like that?"

Duck looked at the taller being. "Yes, I am." Red rolled his eyes, knowing Duck was just being dramatic as usual. "And why is that?" "It's withholding information from the leader of the group."

"You're not the leader, we don't have a leader-"

"Well I'm the dad-"

"You're not the dad, we've been over this, I'm the dad."

"We can both be the dads."

Red tilted his head. "We can both be the dads? To who, that other one?" He asked, referring to Yellow. Duck nodded. "Yes, he's the pet, and you know how some people call their pets their 'kids,' right?"

Red rolled his eyes again, deciding not to argue about that. There was no point with Duck. However, back to the original argument. "I didn't 'withhold information' from you, there's just no point in you knowing about... those. So why would I even bring it up? I mean, what would you even do with that information?"

Duck thought back to their lesson from earlier. "Well why did you react the way you did when that guy touched them?" He asked. Red seemed to tense up, looking away, refusing to make eye contact. "I don't know what you mean, I didn't react." "Yes you did-" "I don't want to talk about it."

Duck frowned and got out of his chair, deciding to take matters into his own feathered hands. He grabbed Red's foot and lifted it, quickly poking at the pads before Red could protest. He gave the same reaction as last time, twitching and huffing out a small laugh, trying to pull his foot away but Duck had a tight grip on it.

"They're ticklish!"

"No they're nohot, leheave me alohone!"

"If you truly wanted me to leave you alone, you wouldn't have beans."

"Dohon't cahall them thahahat, it's weheird-"

Deciding to have more fun with this new found discovery, Duck continued to poke and squish and flutter over the beans. Red snorted (actually snorted) and gripped the arms of his chair, pulling on his leg. "Lehehehet gohohoho, ihihit tihihihickles," he giggled. "That's the point, dummy, I like how your laugh sounds, I want to hear more of it."

Now both being tickled and flustered, Red just brought his hands up to cover his face and muffle the sounds of his giggles. How was Duck this strong, he was barely half the size of Red. He let out a surprised squeal when Duck squeezed his knees without warning, and now he was fighting with himself to not accidentally kick his bird-friend across the room.

"Nahahahahaha! Nohohoho nahahahat thehehere!" He laughed, his cheeks almost glowing under his hair. "Oh not here? Would you prefer I go back to here?" Duck teased, grabbing his foot again and pressing the pads like they were buttons. Red giggled up a Storm and lightly kicked his leg again. "Nohohoho!"

Before Duck could switch places again, Red leaned down and scooped him up with ease. He just held him for a moment, catching his breath and getting his extra giggles out.

Duck smiled nervously and tried to wiggle out of his friend's hold. "Eheh.. No hard feelings? I mean, you can't exactly blame me, YOU'RE the one who hid them for so long." He said.

Red plopped Duck down in his lap and started to scritch at his sides. Duck jolted and tried to squirm away, putting up more of a fight than Red did. "AH! NOHohohoho cuhuhuhut ihit ohohout! Thihihis isn't fahahahair!" He laughed.

"Oh but it was fair when you did it to me, but not when I do it to you?" Red asked, switching his hands to gently clawing at his tummy. Duck, lost in his giggle fit, only nodded, confirming Red's question.

When Red lightly pinched his hips, Duck squirmed like his life depended on it, and shrieked out in shrill laughter, causing Red to stop and chuckle. "Yohou're so dramatihic!"

Duck's face burned with embarrassment, as he crossed his arms. "I am not! My hips are just-" He huffed, not knowing what to come up with. Red giggled a bit longer, adding to Duck's embarrassment.

"Well at least I don't have squishy tickle beans." He said. Red just latched his hands back onto his sides, sending Duck into another round of giggles.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

"Kakashi, I'm curious about something. Though then again. It could be merely a stupid question. Do any of your dogs know anything about... "emotional support" help? They are ninja dogs, but they seem to be talented and sentient to know such things." In his mind, he lowkey wishes that there was an emotional support snake who can help him with his own issues.

“Emotional support?” Kakashi blinked, unsure of what exactly Kabuto was getting at. “Well… in regards to emotions i wouldn’t really trust any of them in that respect. They are blood hounds.”

Their job first and foremost was to take down the enemy by any means necessary, and that usually included at least one of them getting a limb to chew on for the rest of the day.

“Ah, but Pakkun is pretty good with emotion’s. I mean, he always seems to know when to sit on my lap or offer to let me squish his toe beans.”

He’d never thought much about Pakkun’s toe beans as a kid, but after Rin’s death he found a calming comfort in doing it. Perhaps that was why Pakkun always made the offer to him.

[nammanarin]

Did you ever finish Idia’s overblot and snacks piece to complete the set?

You said at one point you were close to being finished on his but Vil’s was giving you trouble, but then you posted Vil’s first! And now I’ve been 👀 for Idia’s since he’s the last one to rule them all but I haven’t seen him posted! 😭 Did I miss him?

I have all of the others saved in my drafts on my twst reblog sideblog because I wanted to post them all at relatively the same time because they’re so funny 😂 (I didn’t put them in my queue because there’s already plenty of posts in there waiting to be posted lol).

So I guess I was just wondering if you’re still working on it? I hope you are! I really love that series - it’s really fun and so is your art! 💜

But also please don’t think this is me trying to rush you or anything. I promise that’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m just curious about the progress. Hope that makes sense? Sorry if it seems like I’m being pushy. 🙈

I am SO sorry it's taking this long! 🙈 It wasn't supposed to but I somehow managed to finish Vil's piece before Idia's and then started a bunch of new WIPs that pushed Idia's down in my gallery and... I forgot it was there. I literally only had to scroll down a little bit but 'out of sight, out of mind' is a very literal thing with my ADHD. Anyhoooo, I've posted it now! Thank you for sticking around and your sweet message, you're not pushy at all! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/nammanarin/748301256035123200/just-let-him-squish-the-toe-beans-hell-be-right?source=share

I do want to do a last piece for the series with all the Overblot boys. That has been in the works since January though, so... 😂 I should probably finish that next week lol.

[nakachuchu]

yknow how cats in general have cute little paws and toes, now imagine tiger sukuna and yuji napping and just poking and squishing their little bean toes

Pls this is so cute. I can’t tell if ur the same anon that’s been requesting all the tiger twin imagines, but if you are, pls let me name you as 🐯 anon bc ily. ANYWAY YES their soft lil toes:

You adored their soft little paws. Whenever you visited their exhibit after work hours, you often stayed late to the point where they started to take naps. Whenever they took naps, you loved to approach them and play with their fur or press their paws and squish them. Yuji was easy to approach. He knew your scent well and was a good boy in general. Sukuna, on the other hand, was dangerous. Even if he knew your scent while he slept, he still didn’t like to bothered. It really depended on his mood, and he was usually cranky.

Occasionally, you’d bring their paws up to your face and kiss them. Yuji always always wary of his claws whenever you did that and always retracted his claws when you were near him. Sukuna usually kept his claws out. He was careful not to hurt you, but he liked to tease you and make you nervous.

[gnocchighoul]

the undateables get turned into cats

(a continuation of this post!)

~

Diavolo

Man… if you thought Beel was a big cat… 

Diavolo is a big cat.

Literally. Like, you’re pretty sure he’s a lion or something. He’s fucking HUGE. 

His paws are the size of your head, and when he flops down on you it literally knocks the breath out of your lungs. He probably broke one of your ribs, but you’re only 80% sure. 

If you’re walking side by side and he leans into you, there’s like a 70% chance that you’re gonna get knocked on your ass. For your sake, I hope you have decent balance.

He definitely only lets you, Lucifer, and Barbatos around him while he’s stuck in this form. 

He also really is not aware of his own strength in this form. 

Everyone realized that when you and Lucifer showed up to the palace and Dia went to love-tackle Lucifer, expecting the demon to catch him like he normally does, but instead ended up tackling his ass to the floor.

Diavolo was way too excited about it.

Lucifer was miffed.

(You got it all on video.)

Without his goofy smile or laugh, Dia’s eyes are like. Really fucking intense.

Lowkey… he’s a little bit terrifying.

But.... he’s also baby. 

Give him snuggles. Smush his face. Kiss his big dumb nose. Squish his big toe beans. Literally just throw yourself on top of him and snuggle him like a body pillow.

He LOVES IT.

Lucifer is horrified. Probably considers ending your life right then and there.

Barb thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

(It’s not that Dia necessarily Enjoys the experience of being turned into a cat -- he’s just Very sure that Lucifer is going to literally devote his life to fixing this, so he figures he might as well try to have a good time while it lasts.)

Barbatos

...He’s very chill but is also experiencing the BIGGEST existential crisis because he doesn’t fucking have hands to do anything. 

Listen, he’s not opposed to taking breaks. He enjoys relaxing too. But there’s so much shit that needs to be done and he can’t do any of it and it’s driving him up the wall.

Not that you would ever know, though. He’s very calm, even if he’s screeching on the inside.

So it’s basically canon that Barbatos helps Diavolo manage his time and keeps him from slacking off on his princely duties he’s literally a babysitter 

But like.

Come on. 

Diavolo is not gonna listen to a cat.

Diavolo gets up to so much mischief during the time that Barb is a cat, and since the prince is so busy being The Worst™, cat-Barb ends up spending most of his time with you.

Lowkey it’s weird as shit having a cat supervise you.

He’s sitting deathly still on the counter, spine ramrod straight, tail wrapped around his legs, eyes wide and all-seeing -- just Staring at you while you cook. 

You’re pretty sure he’s judging you. 

He’s actually reliving the trauma of Asmo finding him in all of his feline-glory and abducting him to play dress up.

(Cat-Barb is the least likely to bite or hiss at anyone, and he probably won’t throw a tantrum over being turned into a cat. Definitely wouldn’t mind sitting in your lap for some snuggles.)

(Is Very relieved when he’s finally turned back into a demon, though. Never wants to experience that again and is Not opposed to punishing whoever cursed him.)

(With Diavolo’s permission.)

Simeon

Don’t tell Asmo, because he’ll probably cry kick your ass, but Simeon is the prettiest as a cat. 

He doesn’t Totally mind being turned into one, either. If anything, this will make for interesting writing-experience. 

He’s way too nice as a cat. You don’t see his claws at all, ever. If he gets stuck in an unfavorable situation (cough cough, Satan trying to mother him) he’s more likely to run off than he is to put up a fight

He’s very graceful and quiet. 

Purrs when you pick him up, because he once heard that cat purrs are healing to humans. He doesn’t know if that’s actually true or not, but he does it anyways. 

He feels the safest with you, and definitely doesn’t mind when you scratch him behind the ears or hug him like a stuffed animal.

He won't just flop into your lap like some of the others -- most likely he’ll just kinda like. Weirdly lean against you. It’s cute though!

Honestly he’s gonna be content to just sit with you while you do your own thing. Maybe watch a movie or listen to some music with him, and he’ll be a-okay with it.

But.

If you give him catnip. 

he will literally just lay on his back on his floor for HOURS and knock the fuck out.

(Why do you even have catnip? I dunno, you tell me)

You assume that he’s dreaming about the celestial realm. Or TSL. or like. The secrets of the universe.

You can literally move his body however you want -- stretch his leggies, open his mouth, flip him over, pick him up --literally Anything-- and he just Will Not wake up.

Lowkey you think you might have killed him

When he Does finally return to the land of the living, he’s just gonna wanna snuggle u. 

But also turn him back into an angel Now, this has been a (mostly) relaxing experience but he’s ready to go back to normal now, thank u sdfghj

Luke

(Well at least he’s a cat and not a dog)

He is,,, the littlest baby kitten ever. Save him, dear god, before any of the brothers find him

Seriously, he’s so small

You can hold him in just one hand :(( he’s just a little boy :((

Don’t put him in your pockets or anything tho, he’ll be Very upset if you do. He just wants to sit on your shoulder and scream at the world with unbridled fury.

He’s a bumper car kitten. His lil tail sticks straight up and he has a lil round tumby :((

...

You know how all kittens are basically born feral?

Apparently, ferality also applies to those who are turned into kittens.

Basically, he still has the attitude of a chihuahua. 

Hissing, spitting, swatting--his instincts to just smack the shit out of everything and anything are Always operating at 100%. he’s a little firecracker. 

Does that thing where cats will hold something and kick the shit out of it with their back paws.

He’s very feisty. 

It isn’t a big deal, at least until Mammon makes fun of him and kitten-Luke LAUNCHES off your shoulder at him, like a little furball-missile of claws and teeth.

(Mammon just kinda catches him by the scruff and hands him back to you--but he does leave him alone after that lol)

His ears are basically always flat on his head, because he’s constantly Very upset with this whole situation and doesn’t want ANYBODY coming near him that isn’t you, Simeon, or maybe Solomon. He prefers you and Simeon, though.

He Might let Beel near him. Maybe. 

(If he promises not to eat him.)

kitten-Luke is the most likely to knead blankets and pillows (and also probably your leg). He has no fucking clue why he’s doing it, but he can’t stop.

I hope you’re prepared for joint parental custody with Simeon, because that’s what’s going to happen sdfghjklkg

Solomon

He’s very calm. It’s kind of unsettling. 

Will just sit on tables, watching everyone and everything in the room while his fluffy tail occasionally flicks around.

You can practically see the gears churning away in his mind while he observes. 

Will occasionally lift a single paw in the air, like he’s going to move or wants to say something, but then he will just sloooowly lower it again. Then just keeps staring.

He is the most likely to just wander off on his own. He just randomly vanishes, which is a Wee bit worrying, cause, y’know. He’s still shady.

You really don’t see much of him during his time as a cat. You have no idea where he’s going or what he’s up to, but he does occasionally bring you presents from his travels.

Even as a cat, he has the good sense to not bring you dead things. But you are a little concerned when he brings you a spell jar with glowing blue liquid in it. 

Like, what the fuck? Did he make it himself with his little cat paws?

Even after turning back into a human, he refuses to tell you how he got it. 

You keep it anyways.

Probably figures out how to talk with his normal voice, and scares the absolute shit out of you the first time he says something.

After he’s had his fun, he figures out himself how to turn back into a human and has you assist him with the process.

(Partially because he wants to study you, partially just because he likes you.)

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Could I get a fluff imagine where Levi Ackerman is dating a tall reader like 5’8/5’9 and Levi gets a little insecure about his height because he heard some people making comments and really thought about it and then the reader comforts him and tell him she gets insecure sometimes too but it’s worth it because she loves that she can hug Levi and he’s just covered in her body and other things that normally a tall male would do in a relationship she just really enjoys that she can do that. Thanks❤️

Hi, you have no idea for how long I've been writing this. I hope I did some justice to my fellow taller friends out there. And I hope everyone reading this can enjoy, thank you for requesting❤

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: fluff, really just fluffity fluff, taller reader, canonverse

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"Can you reach that cup for me (y/n)?"

The soft welcoming smile painted on your face that served as the signal of your comply to his demand sent jolts through Levi's chest. His own grumpy expression didn't allow him to show his gratitude the way his words could although he knew you could read through him.

It went like that on normal days. Little acts of affection as in tangling in sheets together, helping him clean the kitchen after a loose Saturday night for the scout regiment, blending and infusing tea leaves to make your own creation; Levi's love language to you was genuine and tender, despite what everyone else chose to see in his otherwise stoic demeanor.

It wasn't unusual for him to be a little distant or silent. The stoic moodiness and the sass that he carried in his presence were reliefs of anxiety and coping mechanisms that no one would have guessed as had they not known him like you did. It wasn't unnatural to not get a response or to see an eye roll or two by him, he was always caught up in his work, always trying to succeed in his role and honor his dead and today shouldn't have been an exception as to how his usual mood was.

Yet for the upteenth time this evening he sighed. And you noticed.

"You know what, no." He snarled "I'll get it on my own."

The little snapping of his voice along with the the clicking of his tongue shouldn't have been bizzare to you, but it was. Thus instantly your eyes fell to his hands. Erratic fingers scratched the marble counter with jolting movements, hoisting a wet rug that soon was tossed to the side, prompting the sound of his annoyed voice to higher levels.

"You alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

For mere seconds, his cold, gunmetal gaze fell on you, lips puckered and scrunched in the most bitter way he could master. It wasn't entirely directed to you, that much was obvious, but it still made your gut churn to an extent. Specs of anxiety tinted the insides of your stomach in what felt like dark maroon. With the pucker of your own lips, you were the first to turn your gaze to the side.

"Move just a bit to the left" He said.

You nodded slightly, gaze still so far way and fixed on a corner of the floor, and adjusted your hand to the small of his waist to steady yourself. What should have caused him to sink his head to your shoulder only earned you a loud and sharp click of his tongue. Slowly you moved your eyes towards him, your gaze and heavy chest submitted to the slight asphyxiation in the atmosphere.

You blinked as you eyed him up and down; the flats of his heels were arched in the painful binding leather of the brown military boots, the muscles of his feet pulsating slightly each time he bucked and tip toed again. You were fully aware that he could feel your eyes on him, still he turned to you with a puckered lower lip once his heels came flat to the mahogany tiles with a loud clicking sound.

"I can't reach it."

"Clearly. Jeez Levi. I got it. Please don't snap about minor things."

"I'm not snapping. But if you haven't noticed I'm always ready to snap"

"I know, I know" You shook your head and laughed.

The pouty little gaze on his face didn't ease like you expected, it was accentuated by two ebony furrowed brows and a set of overly shadowed wrinkles. His hands came to cross over his chest, flexing the bulky muscles of his chest as they tightned, twitching slightly as his shirt wrinkled below his hands. Down below, his foot tapped obnoxiously, indicating the slight nervousness of his presence.

You could only eye him, cup in hand and a soft expression on your face. Your eyebrow was cocked high on your forehead in a silent request, your gingered tapping onto the porcelain cup in synch to his foot. Clearly what was in the air was becoming so strong that it felt like you were on the edge of a cliffcliff with no room to escape.

"Care to tell me what's going on?" You whispered and everted your eyes from his frame, searching for the mettalic kettle that you had washed a little while ago.

"Tch"

"Just a click of the tongue Levi?"

"It's nothing"

Levi was quick to dismiss you, his own eyes daring to reach the wooden tiles of the floor, following across the swirly lines of honey colored wood. His brain felt scattered into a million pieces, the cause of his anxiety roamed inside his brain like a wide eyed ogre that feastes of off the rise of insecurities. But what he felt was his own problem? Wasn't it?

He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts once again. If only those cadets hadn't run their nosy mouths into his relationship, if only he hadn't heard that one repetitive comment on that one morning he was drained physically, maybe he wouldn't have ever doubted himself. It wasn't like him to feel like that, Levi knew his place in the world, he knew who he was and he didn't care about anyone else's shitty view on him. What he couldn't tolerate was you being looked down upon because of him.

If he was one to be more open with his feelings he would choose to talk about it. It was a couple-y thing. You shared your insecurities with him and he has shared almost everything he can remember from his life with you. It should have felt easy for him to just spill the beans on how he felt so low compared to you.

But it wasn't.

Instead of running his big mouth, he decided he would help you make tea. Whatever inadequaty he felt wasn't because of you, if he was too short it was his own fault, his own problem. Not yours, not anyone's else's. And therefore it shouldn't have affected him in such way. Nevertheless, he fixed his eyes on you again, eyeying you from head to toe. Maybe you were tall for him. With the way your legs and arms were longer than his. Letely he had found himself comparing the way his feet seemed small next to yours, though still bulky and full due to his training.

"Here" He offered "let me make our tea"

His fingers came to reach for the handle of the kettle, tagging it slightly off your hands. You gave him a soft smile, just enough to accentuate the nod of your head to his direction.

"Whatever you say apple pie." You teased.

Levi slightly eyes you from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but scoff slightly in amusement, the soft glimmer in your eyes was warm, softly burning in the hues of the candlelight. The stiff line of happiness formed a little bump on your left cheek, not enough to be called a dimple it no less that a crevice.

Levi let out a other huff of air through his nose. His hand teacher for the handle of the tap, pumping the metallic object with a few swings and twists of his wrist. Water poured out of the end of the tap and into the kettle, the calming sounds of water flowing in the vessel calming you slightly as you thought about how the that was about to be made would be a dear, calming beverage.

Setting the kettle to the side of the counter, Levi placed both his hands on the edge of it and hung his head low. Your eyes softened as you eyed him again; the man looked drained and tired, a rather usual look for him one could say, but in the very moment, he looked like it was tons more than what should have been usually. Your hand reaches out to him again instinctively and as it landed on his shoulder you softly squeezed the spot protectively.

"Pass me the tea leaves" Levi spoke and his eyes we're squeezed shut. "At least you can reach them."

You giggled at him as you opened the cupboard again, grabbing thin air with the palm of your hand, trying to take a hold of the jar you were looking for. Once you took a hold you it your face lit up, and you turned to him again with gleamy eyes. The candlelight glimmered slightly as you pushed the door to the cupboard closed

His fingers worked on the lid of the jar next, twisting the thin cover in circular motions of his wrist. You watched with half lid, adorning eyes as the tips of his fingers reached for a handful of the aromatic, dry leaves in the jar. Levi eyed you momentarily from the corner of his eyes and looked at the task he had set to himself previously. He sighed deeply, letting a mellow higher pitch note of his voice escape him.

"You love me too much don't you?" He questioned, eyebrow cocked to the middle of his forehead, still his gaze was fixed on how his fingers were meddling with tea leaves as they were giving occasional stirs to the blend.

"Mhm" You nodded with a smile.

He slid his hand out of the jar sharply, only to set the leaves into the infuser that was resting to the rim of the porcelain tea pot, giving them a little suppresssing push, to squish then just enough to stay tamed until he poured the water in.

"Off to my quarters." He said.

He handed you the porcelain cups, taking a hold of the kettle and the tea pot in turn. With a soft thud, he set the pace of the footing for you, though he signed with the turn of his head for you to go first. You walked ahead with no objection.

....

Levi sighed again, just after you set the cups on the wooden surface of his desk. Your eyes couldn't help but fall on him with coherence, eyeing him as he threw a few logs into the wilding flames of his fireplace. He pushed them further inside, careful not to cause ashes to spread all over the room, then he turned his gaze to you once again.

"The water should boil in a couple of minutes." He said, and plopped his palm flat onto his desk.

"What do you want to do until then?"

Your face formed in a small outline of a smile as you walked towards the ravenette, your eyes squinted softly the moment you laid them onto him. You wrapped your arms around his form from behind, slowly, racing them over his torso as in his body was something to explore before you clasped your palms together to secure your embrace.

"You're so cute when you're aggravated like that"

"Tch"

With the click of his tongue, Levi rolled his eyes at you, the inside of his cheek quickly sandwiched between his teeth. He looked to the side of your hand, his eyes traveling over the deemly lit outline of your clasped palms. His tongue darted, flat as it was, to rub on his pallette, feeling all the little bumpy lines of tissue as the bitter and unwanted taste of sadness engulfed his misbehaving taste buds.

It was too infuriating to even think about it.

"Oh come on."

In the most cutesy way, you rubbed your chin to the top of his head, then softly pulled him closer so that his back, or rather the top of his shoulders, came to slightly press against you. This earned another grit of Levi's teeth.

"Tch"

"Stop clicking your tongue Leviii" You pushed your lips together as your eyes squinted happily.

You rubbed your chin on him again, then your cheek, scrunching your nose slightly as the pleasant smell of his soap reached your nostrils. Your lips quickly found their way to the top of his hairline, where you placed numerous kisses, the muffled kissing sounds echoing around the room.

"Stop."

"No, you stop being grumpy, just tell me what's going on."

Levi clicked his tongue again and sighed. His chest rose and fell sharply, a strong huff of air escaped his nose as he gulped dryly.

It was now or never.

He didn't have anything to be afraid of, plus, conversing about his problems with his significant other was something everyone had suggested to him. And after thinking about for the whole evening, he felt like he could talk about it with you.

Although, what he wanted to say came way more aggressively than he had planned to. The click of his tongue and the roll of his eyes were groundbreaking proof of that.

"Doesn't this fuckshit bother you?"

"Huh?" You cocked your eyebrow "what fuckshit?"

"I bet you'd rather be in my place right now."

Levi wiggled his index finger underneath your palms, breaking the knot of your hands over his chest, while he span himself sternly around and right before you.

"Be in your place? How?"

"Wouldn't you rather be kissed at the top of your hair? And pushed on a chest?"

Grey eyes blinked in yours with long pauses, thin lips faced you as they were being pushed into a hurt filled pucker, arched eyebrows creasing at the soft spot over his narrow nose bridge. Had you not been thinking about how to even answer to him, you would be giggling at this soft, child like pout all over his face.

"Levi!"

"Don't Levi me just answe-"

You almost jumped on the spot as the kettle went off. The loud whistle filled the room proudly, seeking your utmost attention immediately. Levi's quick feet wasted no time to take him the few steps to the fireplace, his gaze angrily straining away off yours. He was aware he looked like a grumpy imbecile child and he utterly hated it; it wasn't like him to act so hurt over things he had never cared about otherwise.

"Levi do you think I'd rather be you because I'm taller? I thought you didn't really care about such superficial things?"

"I don't!"

Levi crouched down before the fireplace, his hand darting off to the metallic kettle. He hissed profoundly once he felt the intolerable heat lick over his hand.

With a snap he pulled it back, huffing a puff of air as he angrily shaked it vigorously for the heat of the fireplace to quickly spread away. He looked at you, lips pressed into a thin line, orbs blinking at you then the glove that was at the side of the fireplace.

"Then?"

With a soft smile and a chuckle, you passed the glove to him.

"I don't know!"

"Levi," You crouched down right next to him "did you hear those cadets the other day?"

"I did, you think they aren't right? Am I not too small for you?"

You couldn't help it; a teeny giggle escaped your chest. Your hands came to the floor, holding your weight on them as you pushed your weight down through your bum. With a loud thud, you say down the floor right next to Levi, your hand coming to the wider top of his back.

"I love you for who you are." You said and kissed the top of his shoulder.

"I know that."

Levi's heart skipped a beat at your words.

"And I love how I can push you into my chest and kiss the top of your head. And you hold me too, don't let some brats make you feel like you're less for me."

Your heavy breath was tainted by the soft whisper of your voice as you spoke quietly. Your eyes lingered onto levis palms as they worked to pour the hot water in to the teapot, then pushing and stirring the little blend of tea leaves onto the strainer. With a whoosh, you pressed your head to the top of his shoulder, rubbing your cheek slightly over the spot.

"I feel like such a runt." He clicked his tongue "Worrying about someone else's words."

"Oh come on, you have the right to feel that way too you know."

Levis hand came to cup the side of your face his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek slightly. His head came to rest on top of your head, the side of his head abrading with your own. A soft hum of satisfaction coming out of the depths of his chest. You caved into his touch, feeling your heart fall slowly to the depths of your chest, slipping between each and every cavity of your bones.

The soft warmth of the flames engulfed your relaxed forms, urging you to softly melt into each other, despite the slight awkwardness of your current position. Levi's eyes softened at processing your previous statements; your hand was rubbing soft circles on his back, your fingered lingered on every little scar of his despite the presence of his cotton button down shirt.

You loved him.

Who cared about any other insulting thing that had been said for his person.

You really loved him. And he loved you back.

As much as he'd liked to whine about feeling inadequate for a brief moment, his mind stayed fixated on the fact that you loved him for who he was. Whining about something as mundane as his height only felt unnecessary and bratty before the significance of those three small words.

"Come on, serve that tea so we can go lay on your bed and cuddle."

You couldn't see the way his lips curled up slightly at the warm tone of your voice.

"I need those cups first brat." He chuckled, still he didn't make any effort to move at all.

"But I don't want to move from your arms."

"Yeah," He sighed "I don't either."

Taglist: @sasageyowrites @ackermans-freedom-inc @puredivinity @levisbrat25 @callmepromise @nobody-knows-anymore @berrijam @ladyofpandemonium @lzrers

[weirdfishy]

Kiri cuddles with his bff/qpp (gender neutral)

Homework is done, the night is a little young, and life stuff happens. You talk with your best friend, you don't talk, it's nice and companionable. Kiri has three parents who just got back from date night a little tipsy, so that's a little exciting.

- a/n this is simply something that serves my need for intimate platonic reader-inserts bc I am demiromantic and I need this okay.

word count: 1,933 & no warnings? it's basically fluff and domestic stuffs

ao3 link but it's also below the cut!

You're halfway asleep against your best friend when he pokes at your temple. After a few moments, you lift your head out of his side, cracking an eye open. Blinking to clear your vision, you see him pulling a goofy face. The corners of your mouth pull upwards, making you give a half laugh that turns into a yawn. There are indents on your face from the texture and creases of his shirt.

With a responding yawn from him, you put your face right back into the warmth and slight squish Ei's body provides. "Don't fall asleep, you still have to get home." When you mumble incoherently into him, probably about how you lived a few doors down, a breathless wheeze leaves him. Stupid vibrations. He's ticklish there and you know it.

The two of you hadn't been doing much after finishing homework, just chatting about everything. Internship prospects, self progress, work out plans, updates to an online manga series you both followed, and plans for hangout days. All talked about while sprawled out, sitting next to, lying awkwardly on, or around each other. Or, like you current position, cuddling.

"This is why all of our classmates think we're dating." Ei tapped your shoulder, before drumming them there. You pat his stomach, turning your face out.

"Only some of our classmates think we're romantically dating. Most of them have asked and know we're platonically close." You shrug your free shoulder.

"Mm. Denki still thinks so."

"True, but he's stopped hitting on me according to the 'Bro Code', so there's that." Ei scoots down the pillows so you can turn and lay your head on his stomach, feet propped up on the wall. He pulls your hair from under you to fuss with it.

"Telling him that you're also gay could work, I think." Ei tugs on the strands of hair in his hands gently as you click your tongue.

"No; then I'd be lying. 'M still attracted to males. Just not him, who doesn't get the whole 'not interested, quit flirting' thing yet." You curl in, knee hitting your forehead. Ei swats at the foot now in his face.

“And there’s the whole, ‘probably ace, probably demiromantic’ thing I’ve got going on,” you continue, wiggling your toes teasingly in the redhead’s face before moving them away. Ei lets go of your hair to take your hand, absently twiddling your fingers.

"Uh huh. What was it you said last time? 'He's such an insecure bean who's trying too hard to adhere to amatonormativity, it's almost painful'?" When you wince a little at Ei pulling your arm a bit in a direction that usually doesn't warrant a wince, he pulls you up to sit. Then he sits next to you to work fingers into the muscle, monitoring your face for discomfort and relief.

You bump your head on Ei's shoulder in thanks. "Honestly, knowing each other for a while and being really close like, physically and emotionally and stuff doesn't mean we're dating romantically." An eye roll makes its way around before you let out another yawn.

"Saying that might help. Explaining." You hum, extracting your arm from his grasp, testing it and finding it loosened. Ei's almost quirk-like massage hands were quite the gifted skill from his Mom. His Mama was the reason for his preferred horned hairstyle, and Ama for the handmade pillows you settled against.

Patting your stomach, Ei scooches over to lay between your legs, face up. You're pretty sure he closes his eyes after you start combing through his slightly damp hair. You start a braid before responding.

"Maybe. I could explain. But..." -- you search for the right articulation, head nodding side to side in consideration -- "but sometimes I think that I don't owe him, or anybody, that explanation. That I can live with them not getting it, because nothing else matters if we get it and we're cool with it." You pause, still gathering your thoughts.

Ei finishes them for you, knowing you weren’t done but somehow finding the words you couldn’t. One of the reasons why he was your favorite person.

"And sometimes having people understand makes you feel good and happy because now they know something like this can be 'normal'. That it exists. So when they come across someone in a similar situation, they already sort of know. Then others who might not be as comfortable and confident with this set up as us don't have to explain as much. Don't have to have that struggle with being seen as so drastically different in a bad way."

You don't respond right away, first silently thanking kami for your best friend. "There's time. We've barely gotten to know them and vice versa."

"Yeah..." He sighs, one you know is to shake off some of the insecurities that tended to creep up on both of you. You squeeze his shoulder in reassurance, receiving a similar squeeze to your leg.

The two of you go quiet for a bit, your fingers deftly making loose braids in Ei's hair while humming. He taps randomly on your leg and pats his stomach.

It's a silence that's comfortable, despite the somewhat touchy subject you'd just been talking about. Both of your thoughts drift aimlessly while in the company of a friend to bounce almost anything off of.

The sound of the front door opening and closing, accompanied by a trio of voices is when the near-sleepy, lulling silence is broken. It's definitely Ei's parents, back from date night and a little tipsy, if Ama's (it's a lot easier to call them by the same terms as Ei, especially since you’d known them for so long) louder than usual voice says anything.

Ei's door swings open in the next moment, revealing frizzy light blue curls attached to a happy-drunk Ama, who takes one look at the cuddling and decides to join in, scooping both of you in their arms. “My babies!! Oh, you’re as cozy as you look!” They tighten their hold, snuggling in, and you know exactly where Ei got his strength, even without his new hobby of going to the gym.

Ei’s Mom and Mama-shi are standing in the doorway when you can see past blue friz, Mom looking a little dizzy and Mama as unbothered as ever. “Hello you two. Have you eaten?”

He nods. “We made fish soup and it wasn’t half bad! Homework is done for the weekend too, and I’ll ask about an outing with a few of our classmates later! When Ama and Mom are sober…” Ei laughs a little when Ama smacks a wet one on his forehead, murmuring into their hair that he loves them too.

You’re starting to lose your breath, your stomach pressed under two bodies, but you smile fondly at the two in your lap and manage a breathy ‘hi Mama-shi, Mom’ at the two at the door. Mama-shi laughs a little at the squeak you and Ei give when Ama tightens yet again, but rushes away when Mom dry heaves.

“Eiji, do we have any saki ika in the pantry?” Ama’s forehead scrunches in thought, before they roll off the bed and zoom out the door, where the cupboard doors are heard a few seconds later. Ei gets up too, straightening his clothes. He follows them out, probably settling them into some water and squid snack.

Stretching out now that the bed is empty, you groan as a few muscles ache. Hero training is quite the adjustment physically. Mentally too, you’re reminded, as you yawn again. The muscles you’ll feel for a bit, but Ei has you both on a stretching regime each morning, so you don’t worry about that too much. Mama-shi works as a physical therapist that specializes in sports/hero recovery, so you always have her to ask for help.

The next yawn that bubbles up makes you get up, jumping up and down a bit to wake yourself up. Time to go home and go to sleep, it seems. You gather your stuff around the room before walking down the hall to the bathroom, where Mama-shi is helping Mom rinse her mouth.

You knock on the frame. “I’m heading home, Mama-shi, Mom. Thank you for your hospitality, as always.”

They look up, Mom giving you a weak smile and wave before spitting into the sink. Mama-shi turns to give you a peck on the forehead. “Of course, you’re family. No need to thank us. Get home safe, okay?” You nod, knowing that the ‘but I live four doors down’ argument is inappropriate, making your way to the kitchen.

“Ama, no, stop making plans for something that won’t happen! I’ve barely met him! I can barely say I like him!” Ei’s softly panicked voice meets your ears as you cross the doorway to the kitchen.

Ei is half-arguing with Ama over a romantic relationship, it seems. And you know exactly who they’re talking about.

“Bah! You talked to him at the entrance exams and got into the same class as he! Surely you’ve had time to get to know him?” Ei sighs into an exasperated smile before taking some of Ama’s squid, effectively changing the subject. It’s well known that Ama can and will argue for sole rights over their saki ika when sober, so when they’re drunk… it’s easy to rile them up a little.

You won’t let Ei get away with it though, pushing the small bowl of squid closer to Ama, winking at them. “Ei’s boy is as prickly as our second year’s literature teacher, except worse because he’s a teenager. All he does is shout and grumble.”

Ei sighs and glares at you half-heartedly. His face lights up, spelling retaliation. “Ama, you should focus on their boy.” Blue hair bounces in excitement at the mention. You stick your tongue out at Ei, which he mirrors. But you won’t get out of this properly until you spill, so you sit down warily.

“You have a boy? What’s he like? Is he a good hero? Is he handsome? Strong?” They chew a while, waiting for your answers. Ei prods you a little with his elbow, “yeahh, what’s he like?”

Deciding to ignore the redhead, you give Ama the run-down, all facts. Shoji Mezou, very strong with his six arms -- his quirk, you see, he can turn them into different things like ears or mouths -- subjectively handsome, and well, we’re heroes-in-training, we’re all not too good at it yet. When they ask what you see in him, you say you don’t know, don’t know why Ei said he’s ‘my boy’ if you’re only starting to be friends with maybe some romantic interest on your end, but he’s kind, and something about him makes you want to know more.

After the third consecutive yawn in a minute though, Ama ushers you out of your chair and out the door, just as Mama-shi comes out in her night clothes, ready to collect Ama. The two wave you and Ei out, your best friend charged with making sure you get home safely.

The two of you are linked arm-in-arm as you walk, hugging before you open the door, and confirming your weekend plans of a hike tomorrow and an outing that Mina had planned on Sunday before closing it. You wait for Ei’s footsteps to fade before opening up the door a bit to watch him reach his door, waving to you again before you both take off your shoes in your respective homes.

Both of you are asleep the moment you’re comfortable.

~

thanks for reading!

love is stored in the parental ‘bah!’

[naldthal-thetraders]

*puts hands together* I would like to squish the toe beans of Mohg, even if it means immediate death. It is a good way to go. The best way. Please let me squish the toe beans— (also I love your art it’s so beautiful and made my day so thank you o 3 o)

Hehe, go for it (your life not mine).

n thank you;; That means a lot, Im glad! Hit a bit of an art block, but I might try to pick up on doodles again.

[tparker48]

It was about the afternoon as the paw massage parlor begin its business for the day. Many beginning to line up at the door as the greeter ushered most of them inside. As they went in, they had a ticket assigned to them as they resonated with there assigned micro. During this day shift, Miley, a yellowish golden retriever, would be among the workers for today as she prepped her equipment.

"Miley, you ready. we got a lot of customers out there today"

"again? hmm, must be the rush hour. I'll be right out" she put on her cushioned suit as zipped them up. Then placing helmet on, she made her way to the miniature door as her boss stood tall near the counter.

"ah there she is. Your first client's waitin' for ya. Number 15! Number 15!"among the crowd of furs, there were a pair of goldish ears among the crowd, as a female Fox moved through the crowd. Her paws were thin as her claws clacked along the wooden floor as she stood at the counter opposite of Miley's boss.

"ah, number 15. Allow me to introduce you to your attendar for your time here, Miley" he gestured a hand towards the lower panel of the counter Miley approached the edge.

"Miley, my what a lovely name you have".

"aww why thank you" Miley blushed "your furs pretty lovely too".

"and thank you hmhm. well Miley, im looking forward to our time together. shall we be off?" the fox lowered a hand towards the counter as she laid it flat against the side.

"we shall" Miley bowed a little before stepping onto the fox's palm. her fur felt soft under her paws as she sat down in the middle of it. as she sat, the side of the hand softly cushioned against the fox's belly as she made her way to the next room.

"remember, you two have an hour during your session. so make the best of it"

"you got it boss!" Miley says as the fox entered into the room. The door would close behind them and the voices of the macros and micros softened inside. The fox would make her way to the sitting booth as she placed Miley down on the little station further below. "alrighty, let's get started. now we'll start with a few rubs around the pads. that should get the nerves flowing"

"A delightful starting point my dear. where do you want me?"

"there's a bean bag chair on the side of that you can sit in. Your paws should be manageable from there" Miley pointed towards the wall as the bean bag chair rested there. The fox would make her way to it as she slowly sat down. The fabric beginning to scrunch in on itself the space in the center filled.

"Like this Miley"

"Yeah just like that. Now if you Mrs. would you extend your paw for me"

"Sure. And please, call me Sarah" she said in a soothed tone. she extended her paw across the floor as she moved in front of Miley. the pads were more thicker up close as they puffed from the bottom of her paws. Her claws towering over them high above as they rocked along the toes edges. As Miley walked closer towards them, sarah would tilt her paws sides to the floor as she brought them closer. Making a huge circle between her paws as Miley stood in the center. "They're ready when you are little one" she smiled.

Miley nodded in response as she began to touch along the fox's underside of her paws. They felt warm, and there the fur between were like soft brushes as she glossed her hands along the black pads. It felt like rubbing against a giant marshmallow as their form squished under her hands pressure. These were always the sensations Miley always gets when she does her work with paws, but with each one she comes across they always seem different in their own unique way. She continued her rubs as she started to change her rubs. They became more firm as the squished more into the black pads. The paw seemed to be more reactive to her touches now than before as they came alive. They began to flex and scrunch themselves in place as their ridges pulled into Miley's back. ushering her close into their embrace as her front hugged the center pad.

The fox would only be sitting there as she swished her tail with delight as the little micro below worked on her paws. Carefully as to not cause any trouble, she eased he paws closer to Miley as he padded toes pressed into the others opposite soles as the closed behind the little micro like a gate. In the center, the pads would be more compact as their tender surface reveal more of the leathery surface to rub. Miley's hands were light against her paws as each glide to a tingle into them. Driving her tail to wag even more as he took in a satisfying gasp.

"Alright, these shoot be nice and relax for you Sarah. Now we just need to get your toes, and you'll be good to go" miley said.

"Sounds good Miley, i'll make room for you in there so you can get the tender spots" Sarah shuffles her paws around as the pads in center spread apart. Creating a gap in between as Miley could now be seem from Above. Miley would only nod before you moved forward to the crevices of her toes on the left paw. Patting along them, she inserted her arm in between the patch of fur the rested along the toes.

It was deeper tham expect as her arm was lost inside. She felt around for the bottom of as she padded the empty space. It was like digging the a huge cotton ball as she caressed the wedges of the center pad. "Come on, I know it's here somewhere"

"Here, allow me dear" Sarah smiled as she moved her toes apart. She felt Miley sink partially against it as she the arm sink deeper. It glossed along her center paw before it dipped it the furred crevice just between the middle of her paw. "There you go"

"Thank you" Miley wagged happily as she rubbed the inner section inside. The fur would less thicker in between as she swiped her along its sides. Giving light scratches of the area as the toes reacted with another light scrunch. She we worked at her paws for a few moments as she shifted to one side of the fox's paws to the other as she focused her presses into the tender pads.

The two would be an their unique state of calmness as the two focused on the task at hand. But then a sudden knock on the door would trigger their ears to perk up as the Miley's boss responded from the other side. "Alright you two, time's up" he claimed as he gave one last knock.

"Time's up already? An hour certainly flies by fast here huh little one?"

"Hehe yeah, the perks of the job. But a heck of a hassle to rush a session"

"I see. Well for the amount we had, i'd say it was very well used" Sarah smiled as she picked up Miley into her palm "and of course the lovely company you have given me" she wagged her tail. Slowly behind her as she nuzzled her nose into Miley's body as she closed her eyes. Miley hugged her arms around her wet nose.in response as she wagged hers as well.

"Miley, you have to hurry up in there. the customers are getting rowdy"

"Oh! coming! I'd best go help him out there" she says while still holding a hand on Sarah's muzzle

the fox would only nod in agreement as she carried her out of the room. The sounds of the crowd once again fill their ears as the lobby filled to the door. As the two made it to the desk, Sarah would place Miley on the table as gathered her things.

"It was a lovely session Miley, perhaps next time I'll book for a more longer massage"

"Im always happy to take ya again as my client. It'll just the two of us" Miley said as wagged her tail.

"That it will" the fox rubbed a finger along Miley's forehead as she gave a soft smile down towards her. She soon picked up her purse from the desk and started to head out. "Until next time little miley" her voiced soothed as she left through the door. The two sharing one last wave towards each other as she vanished into the crowd.

[buckyjamess-archive]

chocolate chips & babies

a/n: hello @onceuponadetectivedemigod I'm your secret Santa for the Get down give joy event! This is my first time participating in such thing. I absolutely loved the things you requested & this is where I ended up, I hope you enjoy it! also, sorry for not sending so much anons; I didn't know what to ask :')

pairings: ben hardy x reader

warnings: fluff town baby, call your dentist in advance. Dad!ben needs a warning on its own.

wordcount: 1.4k+

summery; Christmas with the Jones' is never the same.

"Daddy, this one has Santa in it." 

Ben looks down at his daughter, Emily, shaking another snow globe in her purple gloved hands. Blonde hair flowing from underneath her purple hat. Rosy cheeks and the tip of her nose red. 

"No, you're joking?" 

Kneeling down to his daughter's height, he catches the globe from her tiny hands and examines it closely. How the snow floats around Santa, the Christmas tree and the tiny snowman. 

"It sure is Santa," Ben smiles at his daughter "we need to find mum and your brother, okay?" 

Emily nods her head and watches how her dad sets the snowglobe back on the shelf, amongst all others she enjoyed. Ben gets back on his feet and reaches for her hands, which wraps around his finger. 

Making their way out of the little corner store and out on the cold streets of London, Ben finds himself and his daughter in a mob of people.  

People desperately trying to find that one last, perfect gift for under the tree. People trying to get the last turkey from the store a few blocks down. People arguing. People yelling-- 

Oh the joys of Christmas. 

"C'mon, sweetheart." 

In a swift move, Ben raises Emily off the ground and holds her tight against his side. Her arms wrapping around his neck. 

"Where's mummy?"

"I don't know," ben mumbles, subtly pushing past the group of arguing women "but we'll find her." 

"We have too," Emily states as a matter of fact "we were going to bake cookies." 

"Yeah, did mum promise you that?" Ben asked curiously. 

Emily nods her head "with hot chocolate." 

It can't be hard to find you, right? A woman he came to love so dearly, walking around with his son, his carbon copy, sporting a seven month baby bump under a layer of clothes..not that difficult, if the streets weren't packed as if every store decides to give things away for free. 

Christmas with the jones..never the same. 

"Maybe Santa can give me the snow globe." 

"Maybe he will sweetheart." 

You push the stroller back and forth in the hopes to make your over emotional toddler sleepy and though he's dozed off minutes ago, you can't be too sure and stop it. 

Noah his rosy, chubby cheeks are squished as his head rests against the metal of the stroller. Quiffs of blonde peeking from under his red and blue, fireman Sam hat. Clutching onto a stuffed rabbit he'd gotten from his big sister. 

You rub over your still and seemingly never growing bump when little miss Jones causes a ruckus. Honestly, you're still surprised she hasn't broken any of your ribs or caused any internal bleeding, 

something you'd not had experienced yet, Emily and Noah were the easiest babies you'd seen among your friends, just like their dad, not only in looks but in manners but something tells you this little babe is going to be your carbon copy. 

Sitting down on the stone bench, your feet ache. A sigh leaving your lips when your son starts to shift in his stroller the second you stop moving it. 

Home, that's all you want at this moment. Gather your little family, walk home and heat up with some hot chocolate underneath the Christmas tree while watching a movie. Underneath a thick fluffy blanket preferably. 

Only if you didn't lose your husband in the madness called the great Christmas depression. Maybe it was a bad idea to do some Christmas shopping last minute after all. 

The cold England weather sends a shiver down your spine and you tuck the blanket further up Noah's body, carefully to not wake him up. 

The familiar sound of the voices belonging to those of your husband and daughter catches your attention. You stand up, looking around the bush streets and it takes a while before you spot the two blondies.

You wave in the hopes they see you and they do as Emily points into your direction. 

"It's a madhouse." Ben grumbles when he reaches you "lets head back home." 

"Gladly." You mumble back. 

The walk home isn't long. You've rarely left the block. You've walked this route a hundred times, ten minutes at last but with the ache in your feet and back, it made it look like hours but with Emily pushing the stroller, it gave Ben the opportunity to snake his arm around your back, helping you to find some sort of relief.

"This is the last kid, Jones." You complain "unless you're planning to carry them." 

"Don't think I'm able to be such an amazing human being," ben chuckles "I'm just a man." 

"This one better look like me." 

You watch Emily, carefully pushing the stroller with her little brother around. Nearly reaching the handles, even on her tiny toes but peeking around it to make sure to go straight. 

Both carbon copies of their daughter. 

"I'm sorry love, can't help it. My genes are stronger." 

"Mate, calm down." Ben laughs when he pulls his son hand away from the batch of cookie batter "when's the last time we fed you." 

You're seated at the breakfast bar, nursing a hot chocolate, like you imagined minutes ago.

Emily stands tall on her step, flour covering nearly every inch of her body, rolling batter into small balls, licking her fingers clean once in a while.

Noah on his knees on the kitchen counter, anything edible disappearing into his mouth whenever he can get his hands on it. 

Ben stands behind him, able to pull his son back whenever it's needed. Hand gripping the back of Noah's shirt. 

"Grandma says you get sick from eating it." Emily says, looking back from Ben to you and back "chickens will grow in your stomach because the eggs are raw." 

"Did she?" Ben raises his brow as he looks at his daughter, mouthing a 'What the hell?' In your direction 

"Is it true?" 

"No honey, grandma is crazy." You say "You can get sick from it, so don't eat too much." 

"Do you want some?" 

She holds out a ball of dough in your direction. A smile reaching her ears, showing off her pearly whites 

"No, the baby doesn't like it." You refuse but give her the same warm smile she's giving you. 

She turns back to her dad, holding out the same piece but when Ben refuses it too, she sets it in the tray in front of her, pushing it down with her hands. 

"I will make cookies for all of you!" Emily cheers "even for Santa!" 

"That's a good idea love," Ben smiles, "Maybe he'll get you that snow globe." 

"Yes!" 

The two of you share a smile but it falters fast when Noah gets a hold of the bag of chocolate chips, nearly stuffing his mouth with a hand full. 

"Mate, you need to calm down." Ben states "he's got that from you." 

"As if you didn't eat my last candy bar, Jones." 

"Go easy on your mum or you'll be the last one." 

You roll your eyes at Ben, his face close to your bump. The lights of the Christmas tree and the fairy lights illuminating the features on his face. 

With the two rascals all tucked in and sound asleep, it's just you, Ben and the little bean. A moment you'll forever cherish, a moment that rarely happened. 

"So, if you want a brother or sister-" 

"Ben, please," you chuckle "I don't want to think about another kid right now. She's not even born yet." 

Ben sits back up right and rests his feet on the coffee table, laying his arm on the couch behind you "What about a football team?" 

"I'll personally give you a vasectomy." 

"I'm joking." Ben throws his head back, nearly causing a whiplash as he lets out a laugh 

"I'm not tough." You smirk at him "I love you but I'm not going to care a football team, find yourself another wife if you have too." 

"I would never." 

Ben kisses your temple and places his hand back on your stomach and if on queue, the little bean kicks up against his hand. 

"Already a daddys princess." Ben jokes "three girls to fight for my attention." 

You raise your brows and fake a smile "Oh, I'll always fight for your attention." 

"These mood swings really getting to you this time, huh?" Ben chuckles "Where's the Christmas spirit?" 

You huff and lean back on the couch, throwing your legs in Ben's lap. Without thinking, Ben reaches for them, massaging away the ache in them. 

"We've to make sure we feed these kids," Ben says "look at our poor son." 

Tough it's a little hectic and a bit chaotic and, ben wouldn't want his family to be any different.

[bluealmondpie]

haikyuu boyfriends~

kenma is my spirit animal. wanting to stay home and play games all day is a Big Mood™️ and i am typing this at work while wishing i brought my switch with me so i can play animal crossing. kenma plays animal crossing. fight me on this. i bet you he has the most well decorated island out there with all the hybrid flowers y'all. i bet he's already completed the full catalogue too. so without further ado, i present:

bf!kenma

* "give me a while to get to the save point and i'll be right with you"

* that's probably the most common statement you hear from him

* people around you joke that you're the third wheel to kenma's relationship with games and sometimes it seems true lmao

* this boy's got no chill when it comes to games. when a new game comes out, he's camping online to buy it. heck, he probably has early access, and does beta testing.

* either you're a gamer like him and you join him in the playthrough

* or you've effectively lost him for the next 5days. good luck trying to get him to leave his spot.

* sometimes you almost have to beg him to stop playing. kuroo says snatch away his device, but that makes kenma mad at you, so you don't do that. he's just too precious to hurt like that (;-;) protect him

* kenma likes dates at your place. free wifi, and he can steal your snacks. ofc there is also u. what's there not to like? mmhmm how about the fact that you're last on the list huh kenma. KENMA. GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER THE QUESTION KENMA

* he's lazy af. as much as possible he doesn't wanna leave the house. his idea of an ideal date would be you and him lazing around in the same space doing your own thing. and then maybe snuggling a little when you want each other's attention.

* talking about snuggling. kenma... likes it a lot. he will never admit it. ever.

* he's shy, so he's not good at initiating touch. he relies a lot on you being clingy or something and then giving in to you (//∇//)

* ofc you notice this. kenma is essentially a cat. catma

* you'll probably feel a lot of love when he initiates hugs or cuddles first. and it's probably because he's not feeling so good and he doesn't wanna wait for u to feel needy. (i hope you are clingy, just so my baby kenma can be happy)

* so you guys communicate a lot with touch. you squeeze each other's hands when you're walking around. a lot of communication is nonverbal. facial expressions, body language. a lot of hand squish look up points at cafe nodding change walking direction sort of interaction. so fking cute i could die.

* it's a very lovey dovey atmosphere, without the usual squealing that those types of couples do. inner squealing

* basically kenma wants to be touching you all the time. holding hands if you're out and walking about, or maybe at home with your head on his lap or legs intertwined while you both are engaged in something else. it makes him feel connected to you.

* but it also goes the other way, when you guys are fighting, and you're not touching, he will get really bad withdrawal symptoms :( he will wanna hold u more, but he can't cos you're fighting (;-;)

* kenma doesn't know what to do when you're emotional.

* he will panic and ask hinata. hinata will also not know what to do. he will give kenma bad advice which does not suit him and kenma will follow it.

* you'll open your door to kenma with flowers and a very odd apology routine. you will forgive him anyway because it's so cute how he is trying so hard.

* he gets worried when you're sick.

* again will not know what to do. will ask kuroo for help this time. kuroo will troll him.

* kenma will turn up at your door with food, medication (kuroo is not that big a sadist nor is he out to destroy his best friend's relationship yeah) but also in a weird costume. think: kenma in a fluffy sheep costume from head to toe, shy and blushing "i brought you warm soup and drugs medication. can i come in"

* it will be really cute and you will thank kuroo inwardly but you'll also know that your poor boyfriend is Suffering.

* please tell him what you would prefer or what you would like him to do next time before he listens to unintentional/intentionally bad advice.

* kenma will not want you coming to his matches (whether volleyball or game tournaments). he will avoid telling you the dates. you'll figure it out anyway. you try not to go but if there's a live stream you'll watch it.

* the one time you went in person you were like (°▽°)! totally blown away cos he is so cool hehehehhehe. you'll bug him to let you come. he will still oppose but he won't stop you.

* kenma worries about outside dates. he doesn't like going out much, so he doesn't know what to do or where to go. he will seek bad advice. only inouka will give him normal advice thank the heavens. give inouka haagen daz. you'll finally go on a somewhat normal date. kenma will need a lull period before you guys go on an outside date again

******

what a soft bean. kenma is so easy to love ♪( ´▽｀) and he loves deeply so whoever gets him is one blessed soul

masterlist

by the way. has anyone seen the new atsumu nendoroid??? so damn cute. what do i do?!?! if i start buying one i'll want to buy them all (;-;) they're gonna come up with samu's one too (;-;) death to my bank account by nendoroids

[thegrandmarsh]

an important thing i need you all to know is that my kitten lets me mess with his feet. so if you want some toe beans squished on your behalf lmk

[trashyswitch]

Day 4: Those Evil Fingers (Paws)

Isabelle and Raymond wind up having a tickle fight after Raymond gives Isabelle a rather tasteful shirt...

I know it was meant to be fingers. But paws work too, right???

Isabelle was hanging out near a garden of flowers that were created by the main player. It was such an abundance of flowers with colors galore! And she loved them so much, she didn’t wanna pick any! So she was carefully looking at the lillies and the roses that filled that part of the field.

Soon, Raymond came walking up with his book in his hand and his glasses on his face. “Good morning Isabelle. Such a pleasant evening.”

Isabelle turned around and smiled brightly. “Good morning Raymond!”

“Observing the flowers, I see?” Raymond asked.

“Yes, I am! And I love them all! I wanna pick them, but I don’t want to take them on him.” She admitted.

“Very wise. I suggest you keep them in their rightful place so they continue to flourish for years in the future.” Raymond suggested as well.

“Yeah…”

“Hey Isabelle? You’re a dog, right?” Raymond asked.

“Y...Yes...And you’re a cat.” Isabelle implied.

“Correct.” Raymond replied.

“What about it?” Isabelle asked.

“Do you like belly rubs by any chance?” Raymond asked.

Isabelle widened her eyes at him and backed up a bit. “Nooooo...Why would I?” Isabelle asked.

“Dogs like that sort of thing. I like belly rubs as well.” Raymond admitted. “Well, I suppose I did as a small kitten.”

Isabelle smiled. “That’s cute.” She admitted. “I can imagine it now.”

Raymond smiled and blushed a little at that. “Th...Thank you, I suppose.”

“No problem! Anything to make a friend happy!”

Raymond walked up to Isabelle and handed her a shirt. “I made it myself.” Raymond told her. Isabelle put on the shirt with a quick spin, and looked at it with surprise! It was a shirt that said ‘Tickle me’ with an arrow pointing to her belly!

“I-” She started to feel drips of sweat falling down her face as nervous giggles left her mouth. She scratched the back of her head as a blush filled her face. “I like it, Raymond.”

“I apologize, was that too much?” Raymond asked.

Isabelle quickly started dripping with worried sweat. “No no no no, It’s okay!”

Raymond let out a breath of relief. “Thank the heavens...I’d feel quite dissatisfied if I hurt your feelings.

“It’s cute.” Isabelle admitted.

Here:” Raymond put on his own shirt with the exact same design on it. “Perhaps my wearing the same outfit will help you feel somewhat more comfortable.” Raymond offered.

Isabelle looked down and started shaking with laughter as a star showed up on her eye. “You shouldn’t have done that Raymond...Cause a long time monster has been waiting for the day to get you after all these years!” Isabelle teased.

Raymond widened his eyes and looked around. “What? Where?”

“In this very field!” Isabelle told him.

“Wait WHAT?!” Raymond fell backwards in his startled reply, and yelped as Isabelle ran up to Raymond and started tickling him with her paws. “Wahahait- NAHAHAT THERE! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awww, The smug little crisp has a ticklish tummy!” Isabelle teased.

“IHIHI DOHOHO NOHOHOT!” Raymond told her. “IHIHIT’S MEHEHERELY AHA LITTLE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”

“Merely a little?” Isabelle giggled and went for the ears next. “How about your ears?”

“Ihihit’s...EEehehehehe Ohohokahahay, ihihit’s ticklish! Quihihihite tihihihcklihihish!” He admitted.

“Awwww!” Isabelle cooed.

“Dohohon’t Ahahahaw mehehehe!” He warned.

“But you’re really cute when you’re all giggly!” Isabelle grabbed one of the flowers and made it nod up and down. “See? Even the roses agree you’re adorable!”

“Yohohohou puhuhurpohohosely mahahahade thehem nohohohod!” Raymond told her.

Isabelle gasped and placed a hand onto her chest. “How DARE you accuse me of doing that! I did nothing!”

Isabelle’s fake hurt quickly dropped into smirks as Isabelle tickled his ears some more. “Your ears are such soft things to play with! What kind of shampoo do you use?” She asked.

Raymond shook his head and batted the ground with his tail. “Ihihihi’m nohohot tehehehellihihing!”

Isabelle huffed and placed a hand onto her hip. “Well...I wanna know…”

Raymond looked at her. “Nohohot tehehehellihihing.”

Isabelle sighed and smiled. “Fine.”

Raymond continued to giggle and flap his sensitive ears. He was placing his paws onto his mouth as he giggled, which made the giggles slightly muffled and 10 times more adorable! Isabelle just about exploded with excitement upon hearing that!

“AWWWW! GIMME GIMME MORE MORE GIGGLIES!” Isabelle declared, tickling the front bottom of his ears really rapidly with a wide smile.

Raymond’s body practically burst out with all the laughter he could possibly muster up in a single minute. Raymond’s laughter sounded so genuine and suited him so well! It didn’t help that it sounded somewhat higher pitched as well. That in and of itself, made the tickles all the more fun to give.

“Listen to that beautiful laughter! I love it!” Isabelle told him. “Your laughter screams happy!”

Raymond’s whiskers started wiggling as he laughed more, and his belly filled with plenty of butterflies. It felt like every butterfly wing that flew around in his belly, was fluttering its wings against his belly walls to make him giggle and laugh more and more. It was a strange feeling he was not familiar with.

“Cuhuhuhut ihihihit ohohohohout!” He begged. “Thihihihis ihihis rihihihidihihiculous!”

“Oh really? Well, your words sound quite ridiculous to me!” Isabelle teased. “Now: Do your paws have a tickle to them?”

Raymond yelped as his paw was tugged closer to her, and squealed as his paw was touched. “QUIHIHIT IHIHIT!” He ordered.

“Quit what?” She asked innocently.

“QUIHIHIT THEHEHE TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” He ordered again.

“But I don’t want to! I wanna keep tickling you!” She declared.

“WEHEHEHELL-” He snorted and laughed another octave higher.

Isabelle was smiling as she tickled the toe tips of the paws. “Awww! Ticklish tips?” She teased.

“YEHEHEHEHES!” Raymond laughed.

“Well ain’t that wonderful?” She teased.

“NOHOHOHOT!” He fought.

“Too!” Isabelle rebuffed.

Raymond fought back. “Nohohohot!”

And Isabelle rebuffed. “Toooo!”

“NOHOHOT! NOT NOT NOHOHOT!”

“Toooooo! Too too too!” She teased. “Now the word ‘too’ doesn’t feel like a word.” She told him with a giggle.

Raymond tried to pull her fingers away as much as possible. But it was just no use. His paws were stuck in Isabelle’s grip until she decided to let go.

“Now tell me Raymond: Have you been enjoying this by any chance?” She asked.

Raymond bit his lip and whimpered. “Whyhyhy wohohould yohohohou sahahahay thahahat?” He asked.

“Because you haven’t been pulling very hard! And because you haven’t exactly told me otherwise.” Isabelle told him.

“Thahahat’s truehehehe.” He admitted.

“And if I do this:” She stopped tickling and let go of him. Raymond jumped back a bit from shock, and was still all giggly. But he soon looked at Isabelle with disappointment and sadness. “I...Well…”

Raymond walked up to Isabelle, with his arms stretched out. He grabbed Isabelle’s hands, and wrapped them around his own wrist. “Please…Perhaps you can…”

Isabelle perked her ears up and listened…

“Perhaps you would like to resume tickling me?”

Isabelle smiled proudly and grabbed both hands. “I would love to!”

Isabelle held onto both arms and started tickling them with her little claws.

Raymond snorted immediately and giggled. “Ehehehehehehehe!”

“Ticklish?” She teased.

Raymond nodded his head. “Yeheheheheah…”

“Hmmm...Good.” She started skittering in between the paws, and where the light bit of webbing was in between the feet. She started scratching right in there…

“BAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAIT! WAHAHAHAHAIT!” He laughed hysterically rather quickly.

“Oh my goodness! What a good spot!” She teased.

“CAHAHAHAHAHA! C-CRIHIHISP!” He laughed.

“Yes Raymond? I’ll stop if you want me to.” She told him.

“IHIHIHIHI- BUHUHUHUT-”

“Buuuut?”

Raymond shook his head and hissed in the middle of his laughter This told Isabelle that yes, perhaps it’s time to stop.

Isabelle stopped tickling him on the webbed paws, and moved to squishing the middle toe bean instead. This seemed to feel good to Raymond, telling by his reaction: He was smiling a little, swaying around a little, and purring as he swayed. It was such a cute little thing to see, and Isabelle was glad she could be the one to see it.

“Awwwww...You like this…” She reacted calmly.

“Mmmmmmm...Mmmmm hmmmm…” He hummed softly before resuming purring. Isabelle smiled and continued the massaging for a little while after that.

With some time left, Isabelle invited Raymond to The Roost to have some coffee with her. Raymond happily accepted, and the two of them walked to The Roost together to get their cup of morning coffee.

“I think you’re a pretty cute guy.” Isabelle admitted.

“And I believe you are a swell lady.” Raymond replied.

Isabelle giggled and gently nudged him. “Sweet talker.”

“Cat whisperer.” Raymond muttered loud enough for her to hear.

Isabelle just about spat out her drink upon hearing that...