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herzgeist-writes · 3 months

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One Piece Headcanons - As If It Was Yesterday

Characters: Zoro, Law (pre-relationship) | Trope: Their little 'first' moments special to them | Content: For fem!readers - Wholesome and a tiny bit angsty in the end- enveloping you in bunny plushies

A/N: A 'little' headcanon for my favorite swordsmen, which 'first' moments they shared with you and cherish the most

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

Inspired by @themushroomofdeath - I really hope you like it

1st time you sparred together Your powerful blows, ferocious attacks and eager upkeeping grabbed the swordsman's attention. It's rare he lets a woman fight him, countering your advances with everything he's got. Usually, Zoro's one to lay low on fighting a woman - but you? He hasn't had this much fun in quite some time.

Swords clash against your weapon, sparks of friction restricting your vision as you notice the devious grin of your sparring partner, Zoro.

"Not bad. I feel like fighting a feral kitten."

"Oh shut it!"

Dodging and parrying every last counter of the pirate hunter, you can hear an amused huff, panting at you in nearing exhaust.

"Hold still already!"

"Only to be Lion song'd by you? Are you kidding me?"

Too fast you spin around, trying to face him while you reply, losing your balance in the process. Very smooth (Y/n). However it was a close call - Zoro caught you just in time, sneering at you in victor.

"Didn't need a fancy attack to sweep you off your feet eh?"

He most certainly did not. Zoro's face is close, too close - you feel his hot breath fanning against your skin. Clearing his throat in the faintest of abashment, he straightens you again and compliments you. Yes, compliments you.

When it's due, the swordsman isn't one to withhold you from earnest opinion, thus he grumbles:

"You did good. Just work on your focus and you'll be rocking the battlefield in no time."

"Thank you, but-"

The onyx of Zoro's eye sparks up, glaring you down in sheer annoyance.

"Just take it."

Seeing the tinge of dusted pink on the tip of his ears, it indicates you to simply accept his final resort. He sure is flustered . . for a reason you cannot explain, one he will remember all too well.

1st time you took a nap together How dare you take in his favorite spot? He loves snoozing on that exact spot, and you sat there, all curled up like a cat and snoring like a woodcutter. Might be an overstatement, at least the woodcutter part, however he cannot help but find it inviting to scoot over next to you and let your head fall down onto his shoulder.

Growling in irk, Zoro scratches the back of his neck - lost in what to do with you. Little you, who lies on his favorite spot to nap on.

"Ugh, what now . ."

Easier said than done, he decided to take a seat beside you. A bit stiff and insecure on his feet, he lowers down and shuffles closer, your legs touching slightly. By the warm sensation you rustle up in your sleep, yet only for a split second - practically jumpscaring the man.

Luckily, Zoro was able to keep his grunt of surprise at a lower volume and his gaze shoots to your mellow, sleepy face. Your head rests on his shoulder, breathing in steady pace. Adorable, is what comes up in the pirate hunter's mind - observing you closely and a smile hushes over his lips.

"Annoying little thing."

As annoying as he likes to describe you, he swiftly adds, giving a kiss to the crown of your head:

"Sweet annoying little thing."

And all that he muttered, whispering to himself in disbelief how warm and soft he feels in your presence. Truly calm and at ease. Something only you can provide him.

1st time you gave him a nickname What did you just call him? Wait. It actually sounded nice, coming from you. (Not like that shitty cook) The way you cood, almost singing it to him all sweet and with a hint of tease. Zoro knew you weren't a person to test him by calling him names - you simply showed your rosy, loveable side. Oh and he knew - and how he did, to this day.

"Hey tiger, got a minute?"

"Erm, are you talking to me?"

"Do you see anybody else around?"

Confusion is beyond what plasters over Zoro's face. He is utterly dumbfouned - uncertain on how to react to that highly unusual 'nickname' you just shot at him. Tiger?

"Say it again."

"What, tiger?"

"Again."

"Uh . . tiger."

It grows on him, not to mention bears a flattering effect on the stoic swordsman, thinking he's as strong as that striped beast. He does like the sound of that, especially how your voice melodically hums it to him.

"One more time."

"Zoro, come on don't play that card on me I-"

"That's not my name anymore."

A wide grin flashes at you and he approaches you slowly, making you a tad bit rattled. You feel how the heat in your cheeks saturates your skin softly, earning a vexed sigh out of you. However, the booming call of a certain cook lets the so called 'tiger' gnash his teeth in gremlin like manner.

"Oi Marimo! Get your ass over here!"

"Can't you see I'm busy, curly brow?!"

He isn't done with you, oh no. After losing the cussing battle against Sanji, Zoro swears to come back and make you say it. Again.

"Don't move a muscle. You and I have to settle something, sweet thing."

Oh dear . .

1st time he saw you There you were, your wanted poster. It was the high bounty that caught Law's attention first, then remembering the rumours of your foolish doings and last but not least - analysing your appearance. The surgeon isn't prone to be attracted to the outside of a person, still you withheld a certain esteem that he finds vaguely intriguing, even upon your first meeting. This is a feeling he dearly holds in his memory, to say the least.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n)."

"Trafalgar Law."

His hand is cold, calloused, rough around the edges. The firm grip tells you he isn't likely accustomed to this sort of introduction - a calm one, where individuals can actually look into eachother's eyes and not throw curses of rivalry against one another's heads for once.

Though that you are rivals, you thought it to be a more decent, mature way of greeting a fellow pirate. Strange? Yes, but it's extraordinarily welcoming for the Surgeon of Death, knowing there are in fact less numbskulls around than expected.

Grey irises basically scan you, closely following the outline of your feminine frame. You're smaller than he ought you to be. Staring down at you, he notices an intesity within your eyes - one that captivates and lures him to think you are smarter than you give yourself credit for.

Modesty is something he dare say deems attractive - he remembers the moment he realized what kind of woman you are.

"Let me make this clear, don't cross me. I don't take kindly to idiots hindering me, understood?"

"Oh I would never."

It's the mischevious tone in your voice, mixed with a coy sneer that opts him to click his tongue and roll his eyes. She's a rival alright, a supernova at that. She's dangerous - more than in one aspect.

1st time he fought beside you Law was astounded by your endurance and bravery throughout the first battle beside you, not to mention your cunning - knowing where and when to engage and find possibilites to support your partners. Yet also, it wasn't a surprise that you are too naïve, too impulsive and impatient for the next move. Speaking of, Law found himself staring whenever you strike with all your power - it left him rather entranced seeing your gracious demeanor, unadmittedly for certain.

"Watch where you're going idiot! Wait for the right moment!"

"I'm not yours to command, Trafalgar!"

Of course you run off by yourself. Law is used to that kind of behaviour, to his misfortune. Sprinting after you, he watches in horror as a giant's hand is about to grind you into dust and pounds the earth with an ear deafening rumble.

"(Y/n)-ya!"

Out of impulse he cuts the enormous fist in two, only to find . . nothing beneath. It was then where a sudden booming groan takes Law aback, coming to notice the giant loses his conciousness and slams to the ground face foward.

"What the?"

"Were you looking for me?"

Tapping his shoulder, you stand next to the panting doctor, who subsequently snaps at you for scaring him like that. How dare you!

"Y-No! Absolutely not! I knew you were alright, his hand was just . . conveniently in my way to be torn to shreds."

"Ah, I see. And it wasn't my name you called out to I assume."

"I didn't call for anybody, you're simply imagining things, (Y/n)-ya."

An arrow aims straight for your head, which you dodged in a swift move, almost effortlessly. More and more arrows follow, a rain of wooden projectiles threatening to pierce every inch of your skin, yet you scoff at the Heart pirate and beckon him nonchalantly.

"Come on, Law-ya! This isn't over yet! Let's find the others!"

With his mouth wide agape in appall he glares daggers into your back, grinding his jaw in rage as he yells close behind you:

"Mock and boss me one more time and I swear I'll hold your heart hostage."

"How romantic."

It's how you chuckle while hurdling the battlefield like a cat, parrying and countering attacks along the way, leaves Law tongue tied. He growls - deftly supressing the wave of emotion he hates the most. Fluster.

1st time you hugged/kissed him Never has he thought of getting this close to you, or you to him. And to his absolute demise, he never imagined to 'long' for more, after you wrapped your tiny self around his neck to console him. Nevertheless, the kiss was nothing but malice, taking him off guard - oh how he wanted you to do it again. He reminisces in that past moment almost daily.

"What was that just now, Heartstealer?"

"It was nothing! Can you just not? I'll treat this laceration with a quick precautionary stitch and cauterize. Just- have my back will you?"

You notice distress in his quaking frame, shaking and riled up as if seen a ghost. His hand takes care of the deep wound on his forearm, which he only recently caught, not accepting a unanticipated infection. There's too much blood loss and Law feels his concentration fading.

Without further ado, you support the man who gnarls at you immediately. Not keen on your kindness.

"Don't touch me!"

"You need my help right now, dumbass! Hold still and tell me how to stitch and cauterize!"

He obeys - for now. Unwilingly he instructs you how to lead the needle and burn the tissue in order to close his wound. The process is quick but rather painful, seeing how Law grits his teeth and hisses by the contact of the searing heat.

"You're distraught."

With your voice low, you attempt to find the reason for his unease.

"It was the burning chapel wasn't it?"

No words are needed to see the overwhelm in Law's expression. Never have you thought to witness this man in genuine worry, almost fear. He mutters, swallowing the clump of sorrow to maintain his pride.

"They didn't deserve to pass like this. They haven't done anything wrong . . I was too slow. Too weak. I couldn't -"

"Hey, hey . ."

After you wrapped up his lower arm with bandages, you enclose the distance between you and Law - slinging your arms around his neck to sufficate the dark thoughts fogging up his mind.

"Sshh, don't dig into a scar that's still healing. Calm down."

Your warmth singes his heart, earning a surprised 'Mhm' out of him as he earnestly enjoys being hugged by you.

"Oi, what are you-"

It's forgein, still unpleasant somehow, nevertheless he cannot bring himself to turn you down. Slowly, his functioning arm glides over your back, subtly pulling you closer, movements hestitant out of uncertainty.

Drawing back, you look deeply into his eyes, smiling bright enough to reassure he isn't alone. Not anymore.

"Now isn't the time to talk. If you ever wish to get rid of the weights on your shoulders-"

A tad bit awkward - your face inches closer to his, your hot breath fanning against Law's cheeks - making him . . feel. Thus you continue with the sweetest of consoling hums:

"- know you can put your trust in me. Your sense of security is important to me and I will never force anything out of you. Just pay mind to your mental stability. Alright? We need you as the Surgeon of Death in battle right now . ."

Unexpected, lips, soft and sweet as honey, peck the round of his face, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Law is left speechless, unsure how to respond, dumbfounded by your gentle gesture he cannot fathom if he ever received.

Besides Corazon's affection he earned, this is fairly different. He sighs as he sees you walking out the room to check the battle's situation outside.

Fingertips drift along the spot you placed your velvet skin upon. Why does he want you to do it again?

"Tch, this woman . ."

No, this is bad. He needs to forget this ever occured, but he couldn't, he never did.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece trafalgar law #fanfiction #fluff #light angst #zoro x reader #law x reader

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blue-aconite · 10 months

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two for one || j.h.s

Summary: A visit to the local shelter brings not one, but two surprises.

Warnings: No use of y/n, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Authors Note: Based on these pictures. I saw them and couldn’t get it out of my head. Thanks to my lovely betas @wkndwlff & @ryebecca, you’re the best!

When your boss told you to take Tuesday off, you wasted no time in signing off and putting your work phone on ‘do not disturb.’ You had been logging a lot of overtime lately, brokering a deal with a new business partner and overlooking the expansion of the Boston office. Luckily you could stay in San Diego working remotely with the team from Boston, letting you avoid the time consuming travel across the country.

You had washed three loads of laundry and cleaned out both the pantry and the fridge. After a quick stop at your favourite deli for lunch, you headed out to the grocery store. You opened up all the windows when you got home, putting away the groceries and then taking on the task of cleaning the condo. You had some time to kill before starting dinner, so you headed outside to relax on your hammock with a book.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you know, your boyfriend is shaking you awake. “What time is it?” you groaned, stretching your limbs.

“A little after three. Last class got cancelled, so I figured I’d head home early to surprise my girlfriend. Looks like you’ve been busy today.” You hummed as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, pulling you up from the hammock.

“I just wanted to get everything done so we could enjoy our weekend off together.”

Jake wrapped his arms around you, kissing the tip of your nose. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” You looked up at him, a playful smile on his face, eyes vibrant with joy.

“Remember how we talked about getting a dog?” Jake had a childlike excitement surrounding him, that cheeky grin you loved so much in place.

“Fanboy was showing me pictures of this shelter and I thought that we might go and take a look.”

You lit up, bouncing on your feet. “Really? Because I know you said you weren’t sure and -,” Jake cut you off, kissing you again.

“Yes sugar, I’m sure. The shelter closes at 6pm, so I figured we’d head there now and we can pick up dinner on our way home.” You were already heading towards his truck before he finished speaking. Jake followed behind, smiling at your childlike glee. “I just gotta change, baby. Then we can go.”

“Aw, baby look.” You gestured to the German Shepherd who was snoozing in the corner. Jake trailed behind you. The shelter was fairly empty, both with people and animals. Lisa, a volunteer, explained that they recently had a “family day” and a lot of the animals had been adopted.

“We’ve really seen an upswing in adoption recently, it’s honestly so great seeing these animals find their forever home.” Lisa spoke with Jake as you wandered around. An odd sight in the back captured your attention and you kneeled down to get a better look.

Your heart melted as you set your sights upon a tiny dog, all curled up into a ball. What melted it even further is the cat sleeping by its side. They looked so cute, all cuddled up with each other. The tag on the outside told you that their names were Ares and Apollo. You turned around to call on Jake, only for him to be right behind you.

“What’s this?” He asked as he kneeled down next to you. The dog blinked at the two of you sleepily before snuggling its face into the cat’s fur.

“Look at them baby, they’re so cute.” You gushed, wiggling in your excitement.

Lisa wandered over to the two of you. “Ah, you’ve found our little makeshift family. They were found together, abandoned in a box by the side of the highway. They’re most likely from the same home. We’ve estimated that they’re both around a year old. We tried to separate them at first, but they were both so unhappy that we just let them be together. It’s made adopting a bit more difficult. Not a lot of people want to take on the responsibility of both. But we’re adamant that they go together.”

Your mind is made up the moment she stops talking and you turn to Jake, pout in place, as you prepare to plead with him. He rolled his eyes at you. “We said one dog darlin’.”

“Yes, I know, but look at them! And they have to be together.” Jake raised an eyebrow, but you were determined. “And! When we’re not home, they won’t be lonely because they’ll have each other! I know we said a dog but I’ve always wanted a cat, too. Please, baby?”

Jake was quiet for a moment, watching the little animals sleep. The dog, Apollo, had a fair coat - white mixed with light brown. The cat, Ares, on the other hand, had pitch black fur.

“I guess we need to pick up a couple of cat things, too, then.” Jake said, and you squealed, throwing your arms around him.

You stayed with them as Jake talked to Lisa, getting everything in order for the adoption. The dog yawned as you tickled its belly, almost squishing the cat in the process as he chased your fingers. The cat was more apprehensive but after some ear scratches and treats, it let you pick it up.

Jake returned with a carrier in hand, letting the dog sniff him before picking him up. “Hey, buddy. You’re gonna come home with us, isn’t that great?”

You packed all the essentials into the truck before thanking Lisa and heading home.

Setting everything up was fairly simple. The litterbox went into the laundry room and Jake scattered various toys and a bed in a corner of the living room. You insisted on getting a water fountain and you set up their bowls in the kitchen. A second bed was placed at the foot of your bed.

After making a grand showing of the litter box for Ares, and telling them where to eat, you walked around with the little creatures, showing them their new home.

They both warmed up to their new surroundings quite quickly and before you know it, they’re both snoozing off between you and Jake on the couch as you watched the news.

“Baby?”

Jake hummed, absentmindedly scratching Ares behind his ears. Apollo is cuddled into your side, tongue sticking out.

“Thank you. I love you.”

Jake lifted his arm and you moved gently, as not to startle Apollo and cuddled into his side. “I love you, too. And to be honest, I don’t think I could have gone home without them. They’re perfect.”

“Hah, I knew it. You loved them as soon as you saw them, too, right?” Jake rolled his eyes, nudging your side.

“Yeah, I did. But one of us have to be responsible.” You giggled, lifting Ares so he could rest in your lap. An idea suddenly struck you and you squished your face against the side of Jake’s arm to stop the laughter.

Jake nudged you again. “What are you laughing about now?”

You snorted, trying to hide your amusement. “You’re totally gonna be one of those cat dads who said they didn’t want a cat but secretly loves it.”

He made a noise of protest but stopped as Ares abandoned you and crawled onto Jake’s lap. Apollo was snoozing between the two of you. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You smiled. “I won’t. Besides, it’s good training.”

“For what?” Jake murmured, tickling Apollo’s tummy.

You found yourself falling in love with him all over as you watched him fawn over the two of them. When you first met him, you had doubted that he would want something serious and settle down. Now, two years later, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Jake was everything you wanted and more. And as you watched him with the two newest additions to your future, you knew he would make a great dad one day. But for now, you would have to be parents to two little four legged babies and you couldn’t be more happy.

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#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun maverick fic #fe writes #jake hangman seresin

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the-guilty-writer · 6 months

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Hi Gill! How about headcanons on Spencer & teen!daughter or teen!sister and he gets her a cat to cheer her up when he’s gone although he’s not the biggest fan?

I ❤️ this

I don't know much about cats but I tried

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader - getting a cat

As a little girl, you always loved animals... obviously not inheriting "the Reid effect"

Dogs would find you in the park, stray cats would follow you home, and even in the middle of the city you could spot wildlife.

But you were never allowed to have a pet other than a fish.

This caused many tantrums and broken hearts when you were little and couldn't keep the animals you found

It's not that Spencer didn't like animals. They just seemed weary of him and he wasn’t sure that he wanted one living with the two of you

When you were old enough, Emily let you pet sit Sergio while the team was away on cases

He became your best little buddy

Sometimes you'd spend more time at Emily's apartment than your own when the team was away just so you could be with him

When Emily "died" and Penelope got custody of Sergio, there was no need for you to watch him for days on end. Penelope let you visit, but it wasn’t the same.

So Spencer finally caved

One day, you came home from school and found your dad trying to put a bow on an adorable little kitty

It was love at first sight

The cat immediately jumped away from Spencer to rub against you.

Spencer wanted her to at least have a sciencey name, so you decided to name her Pi

She quickly became your best friend

She slept on the end of your bed, watched TV and did homework with you, read books together, etc.

Pi and Spencer tolerated one another

But it was okay because he was gone a lot

One day you were studying late at the library and Spencer was home alone with her

"I know. I miss her too. She will be home soon."

Pi sat at his feet while he read a book

And then she laid next to him on the couch

By the time you came home, your dad was asleep with Pi curled up on his chest. Both of them were snoozing away.

You took a picture and sent it to the whole team

"There’s nothing better than the love between a grumpy dad and the pet they didn't want."

#spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x platonic!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds

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littleguyconnor · 3 months

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Sleeping with the mercs (literally) <3

Engineer: Has no concept of a sleep schedule, when he goes to bed is completely random every night. But the times when the both of you do go to sleep together, he’s very cuddly. He might be a little shy at first, but he gets over it once you wind up tangled in each others arms in the morning. His room is kept pretty simple I think, since he doesn’t stay in there often, but there’s some overflow of things from his garage. Sheets are light and airy from living in Texas, but the heater definitely comes on in the winter.

Scout: Also has no sleep schedule, though he’s more prone to passing out around midnight. Talkative up until the very moment he falls asleep because his mind is racing constantly. Probably still has a twin sized mattress so it’s pretty cramped, but he’s long and thin so cuddling makes enough room for both of you. He moves around a lot though, so sometimes the blankets end up on the floor in the middle of the night. Prefers to keep his room on the cooler side.

Demoman: Goes to bed pretty late, but it’s always around the same time. Very open to cuddling, loves to be the big spoon. Snores a little, but nothing too obstructive. Mattress is soft and squishy with big, thick comforters. Lots of quilts stacked on top of them that his mom made, which essentially act as a weighted blanket. Room is on the chillier side, but all the bedding prevents it from being uncomfortable. Sleeps like a rock.

Soldier: Has an extremely strict schedule and follows it exactly every single night with no exceptions. He’s kind of like a cartoon character in that he'll pull out a book, read one sentence, and then immediately pass out and start snoring. Doesn’t mind cuddling but you have to be the big spoon. His sheets and room are kept very plain, he just has the bare essentials and not much else. The bed is comfortable, though, and there’s a little raccoon stuffed animal he sleeps with every night. Room is kept pretty cold, but he’s warm so it’s okay.

Pyro: Has a set bedtime and routine they like to follow, which includes keeping a nightlight on. Bed is soft with tons of blankets and stuffed animals piled on top of it almost like a nest. If enclosed spaces feel secure and comforting to you, Pyro’s bed is the perfect place to be. Room is kept pretty warm. Heavy sleeper to a comical degree, if a fire alarm went off they’d still be snoozing. Curls up in bed like a cat.

Sniper: Goes to bed early, but doesn’t actually fall asleep until way later. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with someone, but once he does, he’s very clingy and very affectionate. Loves to be both the big and little spoon, it doesn’t matter which. It’s definitely cramped in his van, which means cuddling is necessary if you both want to fit. It gets a little cold at night, so he layers a heated blanket over the rest of the bedding. Wakes up early in the morning.

Heavy: The only one with a healthy bedtime. He has a lamp next to his bed so that he can read a bit before sleeping, and sometimes he falls asleep with the book still in his hands. Bed is very very large and very very comfortable. Thick comforters, fur blankets, fluffy pillows, everything is built to keep heat in and the cold out. He’s like a personal heater, this man radiates warmth. Likes to sleep side by side with you so he doesn’t accidentally crush you.

Medic: You have to drag this man into bed, he will not sleep otherwise. He’s usually exhausted though, so he falls asleep quickly once he’s actually in bed. Likes cuddling and being cuddled, and his chest is the perfect place to lay on. His room is cluttered with jars of unidentified substances and creatures, books, medical tools, and scattered papers. His bed is the only cleared off space, mainly because he doesn’t ever use it. Room is chilly, but he also radiates heat so it’s never uncomfortable.

Spy: Usually goes to bed at around midnight. His living quarters and room are usually off limits to anyone but himself, so inviting you in is a big show of trust for him. He’s not much of a cuddler, but he’ll hold you for as long as you want if you ask him. Sheets and blankets are silky smooth and soft and have just the faintest smell of smoke. His room itself is very lavish with warm lighting. He has a fireplace that keeps the room nice and toasty.

#team fortress two #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #I am. Lonely. Can you tell 💀

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 6 months

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my cat sometimes lays down in such a way that he’s just a ball of black fur. face down, limbs and tail tucked in, snoozing away.

one day, you come home to find legacy sound asleep in your bed, curled up beneath his wings. when you pet over them to wake him, he wakes up with a little trill, emerging with staticky hair and sleepy movements. he pulls you down to lay with him, which you happily do, letting him snuggle into your side.

(i hope you feel better soon. treat yourself to something sweet, or sour if you’d prefer. take your time, and don’t rush yourself to feel better for the sake of tumblr.)

oh my goodness i also have a black cat and she likes laying in the cat bed that we have and she literally looks like a black hole

Legacy looks sooo cute when you find him, just a round ball of moth, his face tucked under his wings which glitter in the sunlight, casting prisms of light across the room. he lets out a mrrp? sound when you run your fingers across those gorgeous wings, uncurling himself and giving his head a sleepy little shake before gently bumping his head against your arm with a purr. you bury your fingers into his hair, laughing a bit tiredly, and Legacy rumbles contently as you scritch behind and around his horns. he's about to lay his head on your lap when he stops and glances up on you, tilting his head and chittering with worry at your exhausted state, nudging your hand with utmost care

he gently pulls you into his arms and curls up again, tucking you against his chest and resting one of his sparkling wings over you, so all you can see are countless stars and galaxies. there's a low, steady thumping sound all around you- Foul Legacy's heart beating; a constant, soothing noise. he trills quietly, snuggling his face into your hair as you close your eyes and scoot closer, hands clinging to his soft lilac fluff. a small, calm smile graces your face for the first time in a couple of days, beginning to drift off from the warmth of the sun and you beloved Abyssal moth, his claws kneading carefully at your back

together you fall asleep, a safe ball of armor and fluff, shielded from the nastiness of the outside world

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #aaaa thank you anon you're too kind #i'm doing my best to be a lil kinder to myself #for a few days at least!!#and if that means imagining foul legacy snuggles then by golly i'll imagine them.#also my other cat (tabby) goes 'mrrp' when i wake her up hehe #short scenario #other's stuff

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idontknowreallywhy · 3 months

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Estera Ch 34 - Anniversary

What went before

Four whole chapters of 90% proof fluff?

Pfffft, can’t be letting that streak continue… 😂

I know what’ll fix it, some good old Scotty inner-monologue.

But lest he get too angst-ridden, there’ll be some puppy piling and some Babs to fluffen things out…

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Hey, how’s things? Fancy a chat?

Always. Give me 2 mins to escape.

Scott carefully extracted his legs from under a pile of snoozing younger brothers and shuffled his way off the couch, staggering slightly as the blood rushed back into his tingling feet.

As much as he loved the traditional puppy pile, he knew he was never going to sleep tonight - too many thoughts were circling like vultures over a half dead sheep. If he let himself relax they’d swoop and… let’s just say it wouldn’t be pretty.

It was best he stayed awake.

This particular day of the year was always tricky, for all his family’s cunning attempts to distract him from it (and Virgil really had outdone himself this year). But it was the anniversary of the date he’d been shot down. The date everything had gone to hell. The date his life had split in two and there was a before-Scott and an After-Scott. Because despite his best efforts, he’d never been the same since.

And nor had they.

He paused and looked back at them, peacefully jigsawed together - Alan sprawled across the laps of John and Virgil, Kayo curled like a cat on Virgil’s opposite side and Gordon had somehow entwined himself between their legs. He would swear he could actually taste the bitterness of the regret that surged up, yet again, for having been the reason they’d experienced so much pain at that time...

Little Allie had been too young to understand that his Scotty wasn’t mad at him, hadn’t deliberately chosen not to come home to him… he’d apparently gone mute for weeks. John had been in the middle of exams and had just stopped sleeping. He’d aced them, sure, in the eyes of the rest of the world at least, but Scott knew the eventual scores hadn’t been what John had wanted or expected. Gordon had ended up suspended from school for trashing the library, until Virgil had met the headmaster to explain the situation and the suspension was replaced by authorised compassionate leave until the end of term. That should have been his job, not Virgil’s. Well… maybe Dad’s. But he’d sworn to be there when their father couldn’t be and the fact that on that occasion it was because of Scott himself that their father was unavailable… it felt like a double failure.

And then his Virgil… It had nearly destroyed him.

Scott didn’t know the detail. He only knew what he knew about the others because he’d overheard conversations, seen school records, noticed the twitch in John’s jaw when he’d belatedly congratulated him on his results. But his closest brother… all he knew was that it had been bad. Really bad. There was nothing more to overhear, because people just didn’t talk about it. Ever.

Kayo, thankfully, hadn’t been around at the time, but he still worried about what she knew and what impact that had. She knew a lot of things nobody else did… it was her job after all… and it shouldn’t matter. But occasionally when certain parts of the world, certain organisations came up he would catch her looking at him in a way that… well, worried him.

He really wished mind bleach was a thing.

He shook his foot impatiently and limped out of the lounge. His left shoulder twinged insistently and he tried to ignore it. It was purely psychological, he knew that very well. The scans had been clear for years and it only bothered him at this time of year. Ironic really, that this was the only phantom pain that remained. After all the violence that had been inflicted on him… all the fractures and internal damage… the only thing that still bothered him was the injury that had been his own fault. The one he’d given himself when he finally gave into despair and tried to smash his way through a steel door.

He shivered. This wasn’t a great line of thought to be pursuing. He mouthed the lines he’d been grounding himself with all day:

Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds…

He was free. He was loved.

It was all in the past.

All except for the bits that still managed to hurt them all.

Recent events had dispelled the illusion that, with time, his brothers might forget that for too long their strong eldest brother had been the weakest of them all. His bout of illness had given them a little refresher in why loving him would cause them pain. He wished it didn’t. It was too unfair that the people he most wanted to protect from his fallibility were the ones was most likely to be hurt by it.

The little voice that often sounded a lot like Patricia’s questioned whether it made any sense to feel guilty merely for being loved that much and pointed out that loving them back didn’t require shielding them from every kind of pain the world could inflict either. He was trying to believe it. Really. But the need to protect had always been so central to who he was… it was easy enough for Patricia to say these things because she didn’t have to live in his head.

Estera had made a similar point. He’d found that harder to shrug off, though, perhaps because she wasn’t being paid to make him feel better.

After a few weeks of respite the same old dream had returned with a vengeance this morning, almost unchanged, and he’d woken in a cold sweat, nauseous and confused. He’d spent most of the day wanting to call her, to reassure himself it wasn’t real, that the invisible thread was intact… that she was ok. He knew she was… and that his memories were false. But sometimes they could still be so vivid.

And today he just couldn’t get the memory of her screaming out of his head.

Except, of course, he’d never heard it. Not really. He stopped for a moment to let that fact sink in, tracing his fingertips across the stone walls of the stairwell.

He made it to the privacy of his room and called as he walked through the door, feeling a little as though he could actually, finally relax as she answered:

“Hi Blue, how are you?”

He wasn’t sure when the nickname had crept into use, and he wasn’t unaware that she was now effectively referring to him by the same name as the damn hellhound, but he found he didn’t dislike it at all. In fact it made him feel kind of warm inside. It was so very her.

“Hey! Nice to hear from you! Not a lot going on here, everyone else fell asleep during movie night so I’m just chilling on the balcony now. What are you up to?”

“Having a little lunchtime walk. Just sent the kids off to lunch and managed to persuade Barbara to switch my playground duty to Monday as I just cannot mediate any more battles this week.”

“Ah, dear old Babs, she doing alright?”

Estera chuckled “Well the reception desk collection of news-clippings featuring your face is increasing on an almost daily basis. She keeps asking when you’re coming back to visit us again.”

“Good to know someone out there appreciates the Scott Tracy. Send her my love.”

“You are a ridiculous creature.”

“Guilty as charged.” Scott grinned to himself.

She snorted and then hummed thoughtfully.

“You didn’t answer my question you know, don’t think I didn’t spot that.”

“I didn’t? What question?”

“I asked how you were and you told me what you were doing. That’s not the same thing.”

“Ah… Huh. Nothing gets past you does it?”

“Nope.” Scott could picture the raised eyebrow that would likely have been deployed in the brief pause that followed. He sighed.

“I’m… mixed? It’s ridiculous really because I’m perfectly aware it’s just a calendar date, an arbitrary system imposed by some ancient guys, and it’s not as if we’re even in the same point in space or anything… so just because the number is the same it doesn’t make the day particularly special… but…”

“It’s an anniversary?”

“Yeah. It is.” He fidgeted absent-mindedly with the mechanism of the lounger and only narrowly avoided trapping his fingers as it shifted suddenly. He pinned his free hand between his knees and cleared his throat, continuing: “Virgil and co have been trying to distract me all day.”

“Did it work?”

“Not really… but we had a nice time anyway.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Scott thought about this. He probably should. Ten minutes beforehand he thought he did. But now… he didn’t actually want to. The compulsion to overanalyse every memory that had been swirling through his head had eased, the cycling thoughts dissipated and, for now, he was happy to let them go. It was enough that she knew and understood.

“Actually… no. Is that ok? I’ve been thinking about it a lot all day and would rather just focus on something else for a bit?”

“Of course it’s ok. As long as you talk to someone when you need to.”

She and Virgil could be tag-teaming. He briefly wondered if he’d tipped her off, but then realised she would have a similar date this weekend and probably didn’t need prompting.

“I’m getting better at that, I promise.

“I’m always here if that helps.”

“Noted, thank you. Really.”

He let his shoulders relax into the backrest and his hand fall to rest at his side. He could hear seabirds - such a familiar sound yet a bizarre experience when he was looking out over a quiet moonlight ocean himself. Given his ship could have him by her side in less than an hour, it always made him feel a little unbalanced to remember how topsy turvy their days were.

“So, lunch with Penny tomorrow, you excited?”

“Yes! I mean, I think so? Or slightly terrified?”

They talked of Penny-Event survival tactics and Scott heard the word “shenanigans” in context for the first time, vowing to use it constantly from now on. Estera expressed doubts about his tried and tested methods of upper class social engagement which she unfairly summarised as “flirting outrageously with everything that moves” and suggested she might need another less “Scott Tracy” approach. He feigned outrage and offence. She called him ridiculous again and laughed wholeheartedly. Mission accomplished. He closed his eyes and tried to fix in his memory that sound he realised he’d needed to hear so badly… hoping it would at some point become the stronger one. She was happy. She was ok. All of them were ok.

He realised he’d drifted, listening to the melody of her voice but not the words. Mentally slapping himself he refocused and realised she was now talking about a mixed martial arts competition she was thinking about entering.

“You should do it.”

“You think so?”

“If you’d enjoy it, why not?”

“I might not win…”

“Ha! Competitive much?”

“Isn’t everyone? Wait, what time is it?”

“Here it’s about ten to midnight, what are you, 11 hours behind?”

“Ok, good. I have time, will just walk a little quicker. Ugh my watch just won’t hold a charge anymore, I swear I plugged it in last night... why don’t they make things to last anymore?”

“Oh that’s frustrating, is it still in warranty? They should replace the battery for you?”

She mumbled something.

“Sorry, E, I didn’t catch that.”

“Don’t worry. Hey, I’m nearly back, so I’ll have to go in a minute… maybe you should actually get some sleep, Scott? I’d put money on you not having had a decent chunk of shut eye for a week at least.”

He laughed again but slightly awkwardly this time.

“Yes, Miss.”

He heard the jangling of the school entrance buzzer and Estera quietly greeting someone.

“Hey, before you go…”

He’d had a sudden idea but before he could get any further he heard a familiar voice calling “Hellooooo Scott Tracy!” in the background.

He could tell Estera was smothering the giggles and then she muttered quietly “Oh dear I’m sorry, there’s really no point denying it, my poker face is awful… could you do me a favour and say hello? If this works I’ll get the best rota slots for a month.” He heard the phone being passed over and braced himself before adopting the voice:

“Well hey there Babs, my dear, how are you keeping?”

A peal of tittering before she returned the greeting and informed him she was keeping very well and had been following his progress. He was then mildly scolded for being so silly as to fall off a skyscraper. He found himself apologising. Then promising to come back and visit again soon. Eventually the phone was handed back and Estera’s voice was a blessed relief to hear.

“I owe you one. She’s just concluded Alastair hasn’t coordinated sports day in a long time and I’m sure she had me lined up for that this morning.”

“Happy to be of assistance, I think? Although sports day sounds like a fun thing…”

“Not the planning part, Scott. It’s like building a bridge out of jellyfish. Anyway, you were going to ask something?”

Had he? Oh! He had… perhaps it wasn’t a good idea, she probably had things to do but he couldn’t think of anything else to say on the spot so cleared his throat and asked anyway:

“Um, it was just… did you have any plans for Sunday? I know it will be… a day… for you but maybe did you want to do something together? Ten years since we met and all? You could update me on the lunch… schenanigans? But… of course I totally understand if you’d rather be on your own, I wouldn’t want to interfere with whatever you… might… have um…” he was rambling now, suddenly unsure of himself.

“No, I… it would be nice not to be alone. That would be good.”

“Great, I’ll get Alan to cover for me. Your choice as to what we do, I’ll turn up where you tell me.”

“I think I have an idea. How about my place at 8am? Bring your running shoes.”

“F-A-B”

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He smiled as she hung up and lay back for a minute, enjoying the slower pace of his thoughts. His eyelids drooped and he startled - he couldn’t fall asleep here, they’d miss him. But maybe now he could have a little doze out there, in the company of his precious family. He quickly switched his habitual jeans for more comfortable sweatpants and quietly opened the door with the intention of sneaking back downstairs. Then nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Vee! What…?”

Virgil sat on the floor opposite the doorway, head leaning back, eyes heavy with sleep. He jolted awake, slightly headbutting the wall as he did so and struggled to his feet.

“Y’rite Scotty?”

Bleary eyed as Virgil was, Scott could almost feel the assessment in his brother’s gaze, more probing than any of his beloved medi-scanners. Scott suddenly realised how waking to find him gone might have felt.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry to disappear. Was chatting to Estera and didn’t want to disturb you all.”

“No problem. Just didn’t want you to…” Virgil paused to yawn so widely it made Scott wince, sure he must have dislocated his jaw in the process. His little brother then blinked rapidly and looked around as if trying to locate his train of thought. Scott threw an arm around his shoulders and steered them both back in the direction of the lounge.

“You didn’t want me to what?”

“Oh. Right… Be alone. Feel alone. Think that you had to be alone… if you didn’t want to… be alone… you know?”

Virgil yawned again and Scott squeezed his shoulder a little tighter.

“I do know. And I don’t feel alone. It’s ok. I know I always have you.”

Virgil smirked “And not just us anymore… right?” Even his sleepy eyebrows were capable of behaving outrageously it seemed.

“I’m going to assume you’re too tired to know what you’re saying which would make it unsporting to throw you in the pool.”

Virgil snorted “You could try!”

“Ssssh, you’ll wake the others.”

They’d reached the lounge. Alan had shuffled into the space Virgil had vacated and John had pivoted to the horizontal and was drooling elegantly into the couch cushions. Scott made the speedy situational assessment that reintegrating into the original pile was going to be excessively complicated and thus setting up camp afresh on the other couch would be a better bet.

“Sit” he ordered in as commanding big brother a whisper as he could manage. Virgil obeyed and immediately lost the ability to sit upright. By the time Scott returned with a heap of blankets his head was resting on the arm rest and he was adding his bass rumble to the familiar symphony of Tracy sleep noises.

Scott distributed his stash, ensuring the whole family was adequately tucked in and took a moment to thank God, the universe, whoever it was that finally brought him home to them. Then he lifted Virgil’s legs, acknowledging privately he might have had a point about the pool-throwing thing, and carefully manoeuvred his way on to the couch, snuggling under his own blue blanket. He leant back and allowed his eyes to finally close, enjoying the sense of security the weight of his brother’s feet across his lap provided. As he drifted off he mused on that metaphor… how what an onlooker might see as a burden, could in fact be the most spectacular privilege he could ever ask for.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #Estera #tb estera #idontknowreallywhy fanfic

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Okay but Robin and Steve living together as platonic besties, and they both look at a shelter together for a hybrid. Robin wants a cat!hybird, but Steve wants a puppy!hybrid. But when they see you, they decide they don’t care what hybrid you are, they just love you, instantly, and that’s all that matters. Literally have their hands through the slots of the wall in minutes, cooing for your attention and stroking and scritching your face as you just go crazy for them. Steve demands you outta that cage immediately, Robin blabbering on about everything you three are gonna do when they take you home.

And Steve definitely asks if he can carry you to the car, giggling and poking his tongue out at Robin when you snuggle into his neck, brushing your back as you do so. But Robin gets to be smothered by you in the back of the car, trying to unknot your hair, and treat you with so many things. They literally just love bickering over your attention, but then sharing your affection, and sharing giving their own, with you ❤️

Yes!!! More of this please 🤲

puppygirl reader!!!! Bc bc bc Steve can wear you out and Robin can take you when she’s sleepy <33 they drive to the shelter and bicker the entire way, Steve’s insisting that they’re gonna get a dog hybrid and Robin is fighting him off like no!! We r getting a cat!! I need someone to relax with!! And Steve is like I need someone to run around with!! And they go into the shelter soooo resilient, and then robin’s peeking at a cat hybrid curled up in a top level cage when she feels something warm and wet on her hand. She looks down to see you sitting there staring excitedly up at her, licking her hand where it’s resting against the bars of your cage. She feels herself melt, immediately sticking her fingers between the bars of the cages and cupping your face to scratch under your chin. She calls Steve over who’s giving the receptionist their background information and he watches you catch his eye, tail wagging even faster when you realize there’s not one new person here to see you, but two!!! You’re practically vibrating with happiness as Steve and Robin sit down in front of your cage, babbling and crooning and making kissy noises as you try cramming yourselves between the bars to be closer to them.

When Steve finally gets an employees attention your cage is unlocked in record time, and you’re landing in robin’s lap and practically pushing her over as you kiss all up on her face. Steve laughs and puts a hand behind her back to keep her upright, reaching out to scratch at your ears and run his hands through your hair. You’re frantically ping-ponging between paying attention to both of them, until you’re so worked up that you just shut down. You latch onto Steve’s broad frame and your tail wags lazily as you stare at Robin, a dopey grin on your face as you start to crash.

There’s no question about it anymore, you’re going home with them. Steve brags about how you’re already snoozing on his shoulder so he’d better just carry you out to the car, and Robin glares at him when he sticks his tongue out as you burrow further into his neck. But all that paperwork that Robin has to fill out is so worth it when Steve realizes he has to drive and that you’ll have to sit in the backseat, plopping you down beside Robin who you wriggle as close as humanly possible to. She’s all over you just the same, crooning at you as she runs her hands through your hair and tells you how she’s gonna teach you to chew up all of Steve’s shoes and knock over his expensive hair products. He’s looking in the rear view mirror like 😧 no 😧 and he’s going ‘don’t listen to her!! Don’t listen to her, she’s a bad influence!’ but how could you not listen to her??? She is talking to you so sweet :(( she just giggles and let’s you crawl all over her as Steve drives home and then you all race inside together and they laugh when you get the zoomies exploring the house 🫶

#hybrid au #dog hybrid!reader #puppy!reader #Robin Buckley x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Robin Buckley x hybrid!reader #Steve Harrington x hybrid!reader

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fullofbees · 8 months

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Going off how lazy he is let's assume Belphie has the worst hygine among the brothers and his musk could probably gag the mc. Considering he sleeps in their room. They probably just get use to it via exposure but its potent for sure.

A/N: Sweaty musk? Check. Gagging? Check. Oh yeah, it's all coming together... hope you enjoy anon!

CW: Sweat/musk, a little degradation, dub-con

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

Naptime with Belphie was always, without a doubt, the best sleep you got at the House of Lamentation. Whether snoozing the day away in your room, the attic, or in a cuddly pile with Beel, you always sought out the seventh-born when you desperately needed a good night’s rest.

Perhaps it was his sin; he had explained how he could influence a person’s dreams, both quelling and amplifying nightmares to boot. You didn’t have to ask if he used this power on you. Any dreams had in Belphie’s presence were peaceful; often featuring scenes of your newfound family, unburdened with royal or academic responsibilities. You dreamed of food from home, showing them all your Earthly favorites, and ever so often he would tease you with a dream that left a burning ache in your core when you awoke.

Maybe it was the relaxation you felt with him; you needn’t worry about being woken up prematurely. Everyone knew what a terror Belphegor was if his slumber was disturbed, so if they found you curled up in his arms, then you were spared from the brothers’ antics for the time being. A few times you had purposefully sought him out after getting into trouble with Lucifer, for even the eldest demon knew his brothers could not resist your temptation, and would let you both be. Of course, he would ignore the satisfied grin on his youngest brother’s face at having temporarily inconvenienced him.

No matter the cause, naps with the Avatar of Sloth were frequent. Some were quick cat naps to prepare for studying, and others lasted multiple hours, only ending when Beel finally pulled you apart insisting that you needed to eat.

That is the state of affairs in the House of Lamentation today. Saturday morning came and went with neither of you making it down to breakfast. The others shrugged it off. Belphie missing weekend breakfast was a guarantee, and after the near all-nighter you and Levi pulled grinding on Barbas’s Gate 3, it would take a celestial miracle to make you appear at the table. However, once day drifted into night, dinner was met with the same two empty chairs.

Despite the still-healing wounds of Belphie’s imprisonment, you often found him napping in the attic. It’s a strange feeling for you too. The attic represented mystery; with frantic steps, you would bound up to greet the imprisoned “human” behind the iron door. When you departed from Levi’s room that morning, the memory lingered as you leisurely ascended the spiral staircase. Though no door existed to separate you two, you still found yourself hesitating at the threshold before pushing through and climbing in next to him. His body quickly found yours, arms securing tight around your waist as he groggily mumbled something unintelligible. It wasn’t long before you were dead to the world.

That is where Beel found you two, Standing the best chance at not being metaphorically devoured, Lucifer sent Beelzebub to check up on you two after only his fourth helping, with no chance of a fifth if he could not return with results. Frightened at the prospect of being denied his usual helpings, the sixth-born gently shook your intertwined bodies and whispered your names.

You were the first to rouse, eyes bleary with sleep as you mumbled out, “Beel?”

The blurry figure of the gluttonous demon became sharper as you cleared the sleep from your eyes. “What time is it?”

Beel pouted, “It’s dinner time.”

You almost laugh as his answer is punctuated with his stomach growling. Seeing his desperate, ravenous look, it’s easy for you to put two and two together to figure out why he’s here, and more importantly, who sent him here. However, the slothful demon at your side shows no interest in waking, seemingly dooming his older brother to starve. You try to help Beel shake him awake, but he only raises his head to grumble angrily before returning to lying on your chest.

“I’m sorry, Beel. Tell Lucifer that I’m working on waking Belphie and then we’ll be down. Don’t wait on us,” you say.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to return without you guys…”

“If that’s the case, I have a whole trove of snacks in my room you can have.”

Beel smiles and says his thanks before leaving you alone once again.

In the silence following his departure, you stare at the ceiling and try to regain some more of your bearings. The cocoon of blankets allowed the heat of your bodies to build, soothing your muscles into relaxation. Indentations from the fabric litter your body and face, you feel practically boneless, and you’re sure there’s a small puddle of drool on your pillow. The nap was so good.

Still, you’ve practically slept the day away and want to at least get some errands done before the shops close for the night. You try to inch yourself out from under Belphie, but his grip only tightens as his gravelly voice rumbles out, “...’m not hungry.”

At this point, you become aware of the thick layer of sweat that covers your body. Amidst the blanket insulation, Belphegor still sported his jacket and full-length pants, generating enough heat to make the attic feel like a sauna.

“Belphie, we need to get up,” you sigh as you attempt to break the blanket seal by sitting up.

The demon is not having it, using his superior strength to pull you back down until you’re face-to-face with him. He adjusts the blankets so that only your heads are exposed to the air before pulling you closer to him than you thought possible. “No. Not hungry."

You love the demon, you really, really, do. But after several hours of intense snuggling and snoring, the smell of his breath hitting your nose makes you gag. Belphie’s soft laughs make you realize that you did in fact gag– out loud.

“Can’t handle a little morning breath, human?” He teases, the words and his laughs only shoving more of the stench in your face.

“Belphie, seriously!” You whine as you struggle against him, “I’m sure I’m not any better, but we’re sweaty and stinky. It’s time to get up.”

Belphegor’s hand slides down to the back of your knee and slings your leg over his waist, lazily grinding his hips into yours, “You like it.”

“Wha–” You’re cut off by the sixth-born crashing his lips to yours, tongue easily slipping into your mouth when you gasp in surprise.

The feeling left in your mouth when you haven’t brushed drives you insane, but doesn’t seem to bother the demon as his tongue runs along your teeth, fangs scraping against your lips. His tongue is stickily hot against yours, the mix of stank morning breath filling your lungs. Belphegor’s balmy hand runs along your thigh before dipping between where your hips meet. You shiver, skin erupting in goosebumps from the coolness of your own sweat starkly contrasting against the steamy atmosphere.

Your hands rush to tangle in his hair, fingers meeting the damp strands and combing back the pieces that are stuck to his face. Sweat beads on the back of his neck, though the droplets soon become smeared when your hand moves to hold him in place. Belphegor groans when you dig your nails sharply into his flesh.

He briefly parts from your lips, whispering a pompous, “I knew you liked filth.”

“That’s– it isn’t like that–” You manage to stammer out before the demon runs his hand along your crotch. He teases you through the fabric of your underwear as he licks the sweat pooling along your collarbone.

Belphegor laughs again, enjoying the way the flush of your already heated skin deepens from your embarrassment. “You can’t lie to me. You spent all night with that smelly otaku. Then you came to me, knowing how sweaty we get. You’re not subtle.”

He increases the pressure against your crotch, choked moans following as you desperately try not to prove him right. Using his free hand, the demon grabs the waistband of his pants and begins to push them down. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Fill you up with this filthy cock?”

Your thighs tremble in anticipation and your stomach lurches in arousal at his words. Sensing that Belphie won’t let you go anytime soon, and too horny for your own damn good, you give in to his taunts. “Please… please fuck me.”

The demon hums his amusement, “If you feel gross now, then I’ll make sure you feel vile.”

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voicesinthedarkness · 5 months

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Hidden Injury

Natasha’s key clicks in the lock of Clint’s apartment and she sighs in relief, the same way she does every time. It’s a near-constant worry that Clint has changed his locks, purposely without telling her or giving her a new key.

The door creaks open, and Natasha steps inside. Her ankle hurts and there’s a couple stab wounds in her stomach, but it isn’t hard to hide the pain. Never is.

Natasha moves through the small apartment, smiling when she finds Clint snoozing on the couch beside Lucky and Liho, the latter of which she’d asked him to take care of while she was on her mission.

Natasha gets in the shower, groaning with pleasure when the hot water hits her sore neck and back. She gets out only a few minutes later, though, to keep her injuries as dry as possible.

Clint enters the bathroom as she’s washing her face. “Hey,” he says, rubbing out the last of the tension in her shoulders. “Hey,” she answers, finally getting the last of the dirt on her face. “How was it?” he asks. She shrugs and turns to press her forehead to his chest, fingers surreptitiously checking her stitches.

He sighs, resigned to the fact that Natasha probably won’t tell him anything, and tugs her out of the bathroom. The kettle’s boiling and a peppermint tea bag sits in a tea mug, making Natasha smile when she notices it. “It was fine,” she surrenders, the kettle beeping. “Quick in and out. Some dickhead trying to escape a prison who really shouldn’t be.” Clint chuckles, the relief evident in his voice, and grabs the honey and cream for Natasha. “Thank you,” she whispers, leaning into him as she pours her tea. Clint’s arms wrap around Natasha’s waist, her heart skipping a beat when his fingers run over her stitches. “Nat,” he murmurs sternly, pulling her shirt off to look at them. “They’re fine,” she snaps, grabbing for her shirt and wincing when the movement puckers the skin around her stitches. Clint sighs again, ensuring that they’ve stopped bleeding, and returns her shirt. “Thank you,” she scowls, but she knows Clint can see her smile.

Within ten minutes, they’re curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, cat, and dog, Natasha’s stitches more securely bandaged on insistence of Clint. “Stubborn,” he says after putting away the first-aid kit. “Who, Lucky?” Natasha laughs, trying to get the half-asleep dog out of Clint’s warm spot on the couch. “Well, maybe I won’t come back, then. I’ll just stay over here and eat the pizza I ordered.” Clint sits at the kitchen table, making Natasha squawk with protest. “Nooo, I wanna sit with you.” He raises an eyebrow. “The Black Widow, clingy?” Immediately her cheeks are like tomatoes, and she ducks her head, embarrassed. “I-I can go,” she mumbles, flinching when she moves too fast, irritating her stitches, but she steps too close to Clint and he grabs her gently. “Stay,” he breathes in her ear, holding her to him and wiping her wet eyes. She nods, and they wait for the pizza together.

#black widow #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #clint barton #black widow x hawkeye #natasha x clint #hawkeye x black widow #clint x natasha #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha #my stories

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bwoahtastic · 9 months

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Max and the other driver having to care for the rest of the grid kitties sound amazing. And full of blackmail material lol.

Like Max filming Checo kitty naping in the cat tree and rolling off it.

Lando and other kittens playing and jumping around, knocking over a vase!

Esteban and Pierre hissing and chasing each other but sleep cuddled together.

Carlos trying to jump onto the couch but face planting into it instead.

Sksks plss checo kitty sprawled on his back in the cozy cat tree and just snoozing away and then rolling over and falling out of it sksks. He is very bamboozled and hisses at the cat tree after sks

Lando the clumsy kitten playing with kittens Oscar and Mick? Just purring and meowing as they playfight and they break a vase in Max's house (or another trophy skdks)

Plss estie and Pierre hissing a lot at each other (Estie is a lanky black kitty and Pierre is stripey boy with lil white feet) but then Max films then all curled up and purring and definitely uses it against them!

And pls Carlos would be the prettiest soft kitty with absolutely 0 thoughts behind his big eyes. Absolutely no spatial awareness and trips and tumbles and loves kneading on Max's arm or on a soft blanket

#asks #max and cats

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abeinginsand · 9 months

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Can we have 🫂💤 for Taylor? :3

Heya Cereal and definitely!! Thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay. Just got back in from work! Spinning him around in my mind, such a silly little guy :]

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Friendship Headcanon

As a nephew cousin uncle pseudo sibling duo, Hermie and Taylor are constantly antagonizing each other haha. Teasing each other about their crushes, arguing about some show they both watch, and other stuff. Giving each other random titles while also alternating who gets called "uncle" or "nephew".

On the softer side, they try to look out for each other. Taylor staying behind in the cat bus to keep watch/guard things while he's having a flare up day. Hermie coincidentally having a sudden stomach ache and staying behind to keep him company. The sound of cat purring and the great debate of the top ten anime and play betrayals is a fun distraction.

Hermie having some shape-shifting issues in public place and Taylor doing an intense series of anime poses and jokes to draw attention away. When Hermie calms, he musters enough energy to give a playful critique of the performance. Taylor ends up surprised because it's the nicest critique he's heard him give to anyone. "Well if you're so surprised, I can easily take such words back? 🤨" to which Taylor says no take backs haha.

And since we're getting into the sleep part next... Taylor is very affectionate with his friends. Usually in the form of high fives, fist bumps, a hand on the shoulder, and leaning against them if sitting together. Sometimes he'll end up falling asleep if it's during a movie night, game, or car ride.

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Sleeping headcanon

Taylor has an easy time falling asleep while sometimes struggling to stay asleep for long, especially if he's alone or feels alone. He tends to sleep with a pile of pillows and his childhood toy, a Santa Snoopy. Having something to hold onto is comfy, often holds Hermie's or Lincoln's hands when they have sleepovers. Unfortunately, Taylor usually ends up moving a lot in his sleep so watch out--ending upside down or half way off the bed at times. If napping, he likes leaning on people like his mom if having a little movie night on the couch or always falling asleep in his dads arms as a baby. Nicky coming late to hq and everyone thinks it's because he thinks it's cool 😎. Real reason being not wanting to wake up his baby boy who looks like a little angel in his sleep.

When he adopts Zoro (gray cat I've drawn a few times), the cat likes to sleep curled around his head on a pillow. The purring is soothing and tends to help him fall back asleep. Though he is not immune to scrolling social media on his phone at 3 am instead.

In dreamland, Taylor tends to dream of a mix of shows or manga that he's looked at recently. He is always in the protagonist spot and no matter the plot there is always a mom character that is basically a dream Cassandra. It's a version of her that let's him break more rules and have more weapons though. In a nightmare scenario, he tends to still be in a plot except no mom and no sidekicks. Lonely and lost protagonist traveling through an ever-changing and dimly lit cavern. The little flame torches are his only comfort there.

On a sillier side, he has attempted lucid dreaming a few times. One of those times was a dream version of the school and he explored each classroom, spotting different characters hidden amongst the students. He spent most of the dream in band class with Miku! The teen was on keyboard and she sang one of many one piece opening songs. For some reason, it was a hard rock cover and her pitch was shifted down. Next song was a Rick roll and as soon as he dramatically gasped about the betrayal...

He woke up and realized he was snoozing on his keyboard with his music editing software stuff open on his computer.

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #dndads #dndads headcanon #asks #abeinginsand writing tag

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altocat · 1 year

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Have you done Babyroth hiding in Hojo's desk yet? Cats always find their way into the One place where No one can get them!

Hojo often had a hard time keeping track of just where exactly Babyroth crawled off to. He'd search his entire work space but couldn't put two and two together to figure out that Sephiroth was right by the desk the whole time.

Sephiroth's favorite spot in particular is the lower desk drawer right by Hojo's feet. He was just small enough at that fragile toddler stage to curl up into a little ball and have himself a nice snooze while Hojo worked. Otherwise, he found sitting directly beneath the desk rather amusing, and would swat playfully at Hojo whenever he'd try to snatch him.

#sephiroth #sephcanons #hojo #ffvii #ff7 #crisis core #asks #final fantasy 7 #babyroth #protecc at all costs #Hojo ruined him

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auslanderka · 7 months

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fandom : Katekyo Hitman Reborn

ship : Yamamoto Takeshi x Gokudera Hayato (tyl)

note and TW : 18+, minors dni, not typical nsfw but very suggestive topic. (> ao3)

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well —

He woke up feeling something unpleasantly wet on his skin. Muttered quietly while hiding his hand at the speed of light under the quilt. Seeing this, the dog let out a quiet whine and began searching with his nose for another body part sticking out from under the quilt.

„Jiro...” he groaned feeling a wet tongue this time on his cheek. Yamamoto finally opened his eyes. The light-colored Akita was standing by the bed with head resting on the mattress looking at him with big eyes waiting for him to rise from the comfortable bed. Sunshine was already streaming in through the window. „ I'll get up soon,” promised, knowing that the dog was waiting for him to go out for, at least, a short walk.

He was so reluctant to get up. Just slipped his fingers into the soft light fur and closing his eyes again. Young man, lying next to him, pressed his forehead against his back curled on the other half of the bed. Yamamoto turned carefully and drew him close, burying his face in his gray hair. Smiled slightly when Hayato sighed quietly, but didn’t wake up. He couldn't tell what his boyfriend had dreamed, but he hoped it wasn't one of the nightmares that had been plaguing Hayato lately. Did Gokudera have any pleasant dreams at all? If so, what kind? And did he, Takeshi, appear in them?

"Jiro...! „ Yamamoto groaned quietly again, hearing the dog's desperate whining behind his back. „Go get the leash, I'll be right up.” He looked at the animal over his shoulder. The overjoyed dog barked quietly and ran out of the room, finally leaving them alone.

He was still sleepy when he entered the bathroom rubbing face with his hand. In fact, he would have been happiest to stay still in bed. After all, it's rare for them to have a day off and the opportunity to spend some time together that isn't directly related to work. Gokudera gets up at nightmarish hours every day, chasing him out of bed and shouting that he will be late again. They just needed one lazy day to themselves. He made a funny face when he felt the frighteningly cold tiles under his bare feet. Looked in the mirror and muttered quietly rubbing his neck. There was a reddish-purple mark left by the lips of the man still sleeping in the next room. Polo neck day today. a Little, cocky smile appeared on his face. He moved his face to the mirror making a puzzled face and staring over his left shoulder, where was a strange mark. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the skin gently pinch under his touch. The imprint of teeth. He was unable to recall the moment when Gokudera bit him on the arm to muffle his screams and not arouse his neighbors.

He washed his face with cold water and looked at himself again in the mirror. For a moment, the thought crossed his mind to ask Kyoko to show him at least the basic techniques for hiding blemishes and bruises on his skin with makeup.

Upon returning from the walk, Jiro immediately ran to his bed. Uri jumped up with a loud squeak. Whenever the dog left the apartment, the cat curled up on his pillow and snoozed until the cheerful Akita chased him to the other end of the room. Yamamoto rolled his eyes hearing the shrill squeaks when the dog tried to gently move cat.

Yeah i know this one. He put his shoes back in their place and moved toward the bedroom, tucking the headphones he had removed from his ears into the box. He smiled slightly at the sight of the still-sleeping young man, pulling off his sweatshirt and putting the electronics on the desk.

Gokudera was unbearable when it came to work. He overworked himself, never listening when Yamamoto said it was time to rest. They argued many times because of this. He had to admit that the sight of Hayato snuggled into his pillow somehow calmed him down. He slid onto the bed carefully so as not to startle him. In the morning, Uri's squeals were enough for him.

"Where do you wander?" The gray-haired man awoke but didn't open his eyes or move.

"A walk with Jiro." He murmured while kissing him gently on his bare shoulder. "Did you miss me?"

"Keep telling yourself."

Yamamoto laughed quietly while moving his nose gently up the man's shoulder to his neck where he began to place gentle kisses. His skin was so pleasantly soft and warm. He could smell the delicate scent of sweat and bedding on it, which awakened his senses. He smiled to himself feeling the gray-haired man's heart speed up. Hayato's fist met Yamamoto's nose. However, he didn't raise his head still hugging the pillow to hide his red face from him. Yamamoto laughed while hugging his back and placing a gentle kiss on where his neck joins the rest of his body. Hayato muttered quietly into the pillow something Takeshi didn't understand.

"Idiot..." he chuckled again raising his head to take a breath.

"I prefer when you call me by my first name." whispered in his ear Yamamoto lowering his voice. A pleasant shiver ran down Gokudera's back.

#pavli : writing #gokudera hayato x yamamoto takeshi #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr fic #8059 #8059 fic

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