#☁️|| dreams;

[sxldierselfship]

Hey, I'm sxldier! I'm 25, white, fem. This is my selfship blog lovingly dedicated to my sweetheart, Tavish/The Demoman of Team Fortress 2. We've been together since February 7th, 2024. This blog is a companion account that is not tied to my main account, this way I can keep track of tags and what not. I am Tumblr and minor friendly! If you are under 18, please do not cause any drama/bring any problems here. If you are under 16, please don't follow or interact. I have a DNI, a BYF, and tags that you should check out first! Not following these boundaries will result in blocking. This place will be neat, friendly and clean. It's going to be a place for me to write, gush, post photos and other such things about or related to my dearest. I consider this a serious relationship so if you're someone also selfshipping with him, please just be mindful of that! Tav and I hope you enjoy your stay here!

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[coyote-kiddo]

realistic agedre outfit board!!

i would've added headphones, but i didn't have enough room- other than that i'd say this is pretty accurate!!

[laurapetrie]

CAROLE LOMBARD & CLARK GABLE walk home after announcing their wedding, 1939

[cryptidcorners]

Mike probably tried to explain his dreams to Ness, and instead of getting some explanation, he gets nearly an hour long ramble of lore/theories and connections to other unrelated things, which ultimately ends with Ness talking about his favorite type of stickers or something. And Mike doesn't care because it's cute and he's somehow interested.

[dreamkidddream]

Mammon sending his crows to watch over you when he can’t be with you in the human world 🥹

It was bad enough that you had to go back to the human realm, but it was even worse that he couldn’t go with you. He’s your first man! The one that’s suppose to be keeping an eye on you and making sure that you stay out of trouble-protecting you. And how is he suppose to do that if he’s down here and you’re all the way up there?

He pouts when he sees that you still haven’t responded to his messages. He tries to hide his disappointment when he goes to show you something and remembers that you’re not here to see it. He tries to ignore the stinging pain in his chest when he turns in for the night, never really getting to sleep since you’re not by his side.

He’s restless- it’s hard for him to relax when he can’t see you, hear your voice, feel your warmth, see you smile, hearing how softly you say that you love him…

Mammon’s trying to come up and quick- there’s no way he can’t wait until you come back yourself, and he’s too impatient to wait for Lucifer to allow them to visit- he’s trying to put up a front and pretend that he’s totally fine, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can handle this.

Then he gets an idea. A smart idea.

Crows are his familiars, and there just so happen to be plenty flying around in the human world. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s asked them for some favors dealing with you. And it’s not like he’s breaking the rules anyway. Lucifer said that they aren’t allowed up there- he didn’t say anything about his crows seeing you.

And the best part- he doesn’t have to share with his brothers. It can just be your secret. Something private between the both of you without anyone else knowing.

One is already perched on the window sill, head tilted in curiosity as Mammon whispered a few commands, sliding something in between its claws as he sent it off.

He’s trying to steel his nerves, but he can’t help it as he tries to imagine how you react. No doubt that you would be surprised- he can picture now how your eyes would light up, gushing over his familiar as you flash that same smile that would get him blushing-

He tried to ignore how his stomach was filling with butterflies as he shooed his crow away.

—

It became a regular occurrence to have a crow sitting on your window sill.

At first you were a bit confused- it’s not like you left food out for them to peck at and your summoning spell wasn’t that strong to summon a living being…yet. Could it be a weird side effect of your magic? You’ll have to ask Solomon to see.

However, it wasn’t until you noticed what they had clutched in their claws when you began to suspect that it wasn’t just a random visit.

Folded notes with messy handwriting scrawled on it, a shiny bracelet that strangely resembles the same one you liked in the Devildom, and more items that convinced you that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

And everything clicked when they would stare up at you expectantly, like they were…waiting for something? It wasn’t until you would softly rub the top of their head as thanks and hearing them make the same purr as that one familiar demon would make anytime your fingers grazed his scalp.

Of course Mammon would be behind this- and just like him, his dear crows found themselves wanting praise for their actions. No doubt he would deny it if you asked him (or Diavolo forbid make up some wild excuse), but the act still made your heart warm.

The next time you call him, you play coy about the gifts and you can just see the grin and how his chest swells with pride at the mere mention of them- but you also hear him choke on his words when his crows just so happen to plop his own present in his lap. He can’t keep the tough act up for long, and as the conversation goes on, his tone softens as he finally admits how much he misses you.

But even being worlds apart wouldn’t stop him from watching over you.

[dev1rus]

My psychological horror favs chat

Also James wip

[sxldierselfship]

This was a dream from some time ago last month, but I remember it so vividly still.. I had a dream that I was with Tavi and we were sticky-jumping up to the 2fort battlements together and he even bent down to nudge against my cheek when we were done.. I think he was trying to teach me how to do it the way he does or something like that, but it was so sweet and I want to have more dreams like this with my sweetheart. If dreams are meant to be glimpses into other realms or so, I sincerely hope that I'm happy with him and we're together in that one..

[chawsie]

~༻ . ₊ (ᴖ◡ᴖ) 100 seguidores ! ₊ . ༺~

Com 2 mesinhos de chawsie, posso vir de peito cheinho agradecer a vocês, chiquis !

Tão rapidinho quanto bate o coração, vocês foram chegando e ficando, aproveitando esse lugar onde sempre tem bolo e leite fresquinho.

Espero que muito mais docinhos se juntem a nós, pra todos os dias serem uma festinha, sem hora pra acabar <3 muitíssimo obg ~

favs : @delicadita @pelucies @v6que @v6mpcat @agsthv @wiotas @froopis @bulilta @gaecoo @w-onki @lovermyra @chaerlyvn @i4219s

¨ ࿙ 𝅄 W. 𖹭 chawsie 𝅄 ࿚ ¨

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝟙: ℍ𝕪𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕤

K!nkt0ber Day 1: Hybrids

➸ Muse 1: Tomioka Giyuu (Demon Slayer)

➸ WC: 3.3k

➸ CW: Cow Hybrid!Giyuu, mentions of pornography (or a raunchy scene in a movie), inexperienced Giyuu, mentions of past abuse, fluffy shit all things considered, a lot of boob stuff, TLDR: Just milking Cow Giyuu's tits and there's feelings in there.

➸ Mumbles: Recycling baby (this was meant for last year, help me) Also, an excuse to write for Giyuu tits tbh.

It wasn't often that you heard rustling in your backyard, given that you didn't have any pets and wild animals weren't anywhere near your house. Perhaps it was your neighbor's dog or that one raccoon you saw stuffing it's face with garbage nearby that one time. Either way, you didn't particularly like the idea of something rummaging through your backyard, especially if that thing decided your backyard would make an adequate toilet. God knows you had one to many debates with your neighbors about their animal's bathroom habits and, in your personal opinion, too little time had passed between the last one and this up and coming one.

Whatever the reason, you decided it was better if you shooed the little critter out yourself. If you caught it early enough, maybe you could persuade it to leave it's business elsewhere, preferably not in your recently remodeled backyard. You grabbed a nearby broom to shoo the animal away and begrudgingly made your way to the origin of the sound. When you got there, however, all that greeted you was the stillness of nature and a prominent hole near one of your recently planted bushes. This, in turn, damaged the structure your bushes were resting on and managed to make one fall over. As you could imagine, there was an even more sizable hole in your backyard now, not to mention the de-rooted bush that lay so pathetically on its side.

Irritated by the revelation of such sabotage against your hard work, you made your way back to your house to look for your tools—the faster you took care of the now ruined section, the faster you could set up some proper fencing to stop any further incidents. You quickly zoned out as you got to work, trying not to think of the culprit of this crime most likely laughing at your agony or the fact that you were feeling very strongly over a simple hole. Just as you were finishing the maintenance and re-planting the bush, you noticed some rapid movement out of the corner of your eye. A flash of hair was escaping the corners of your vision when you turned your head towards the movement. All you could figure out from all the rapid head turning was a scurrying tuff of dark hair that seemingly swayed with hurry.

You, of course, deducted that whatever that was had to be connected to your backyard. It was a rather large animal too, considering the size and quantity of the hair. You couldn't think of many animals near your area that would match the description, so you settled on incriminating the little trash eater that still made such a ruckus at night. Deciding to leave the thought of sentencing animals like a judge aside, you made your way back inside once you had finished packing your tools away. You would go visit the town center and find some fences tomorrow, today you had promised one of your neighbors that you would dog-sit while they went on a weekend getaway with their boyfriend.

A few hours later, you found yourself hiking to your house as exhaustion was dragging you down by your hairs. Any chiropractor or orthopedic would be cringing at your posture right now, your back almost made a perfect arc forward and your head was inching closer to the ground. Your neighbors dog was adorable and you didn't mind doing them a favor every now and then, but if you heard that damm dog bark at the wind outside one more time you would've lost your sanity. Apparently, all the other dogs of the neighborhood had been feeling some sort of way about the outside of their comfortable homes at exactly the same time. You would hear a cacophony of barks during the late evening and sit there rethinking your choice of living situation.

Through the snippets of conversation your tired ears caught, your neighborhood was being haunted by…something. You weren't sure if haunted was the right word, more like invaded. There had been multiple reports of something terrorizing people's backyards and an increase in black-haired-animal sightings nearby. Considering a possible raccoon infestation, you made a beeline to your backyard, getting anxious by the second that your little thief-cosplaying friend had decided to pay you another visit. The noise you made clearly scared whatever was inhabiting your garden, as you heard a very pronounced "Ah!" coming from the darkness.

Instead of being greeted with a chubby, short, and dual-colored cretin, you were greeted with a very naked man sporting peculiar cow ears and horns and a matching tail. He was in a horrible state, if being publicly naked wasn't bad enough, sporting a variety of bruises in an array of tones. His chest area was especially bruised, sporting what appeared to be suction marks around his nipples. He was, rightfully, terrified, his face contorting into a mixture of fear and regret. The one thing you noticed about him the most, however, was that peculiar head of very prominent black hair that almost camouflaged into the darkness of the night.

Your first thought was relief, since you finally had a face to the culprit of the crime scene that you had just cleaned up hours prior. Your second thought was checking what you last ate and drank in the last 24 hours. After making sure you didn't consume any hallucinogenic substances, you turned your attention back to the man—half man was probably a better way to put it. You couldn't get a proper word out before the being in front of you began rapid-firing apologies and explanations. You couldn't make out very much from his…eloquent speech, apart from the words "farm", "mistreatment", "hybrid", and "escaped".

Though not much information was supplied, it was enough for you to put two and two together. Plus, if the continuously frequent visits from men in uniforms asking about "a missing product" told you anything, this farm had located him and was currently hunting him down. Now, you weren't educated in the laws about half human-half animal people, but you were fair to assume that whatever was happening at his farm was against a bunch of workplace regulations. You did your best to bring the now hyperventilating man to your house without causing too much suspicion, which was noticeable hard to do considering how sketchy it would look to see your neighbor's silhouette dragging something prominently non-human back to their house. Nevertheless, you both made it inside without anybody calling out to you, which you would take as a victory.

First order of business now, get some clothes on the poor man. It was decently into the nighttime now, the poor thing must've been freezing. You told him to sit down near the heating device while you went and got some clothes and blankets for him. You got him one of your old shirts as well as some sweatpants and underwear. While making sure he was comfortable and warm, you started making light conversation just to fill in the air. You weren't sure what to do in a situation like this, so maybe eradicating the silence would make you think better. Your efforts were wasted on him though, as he looked down at his lap with a perfectly sculpted neutral expression.

Deciding to let him be, you got up and cooked the both of you some food. You made sure to avoid steak or dairy products, half out of respect and half out of dumbfoundedness. You sat down next to him and handed him his food, which he immediately dropped. Startled and a bit offended, you asked him why he did that. He responded with that neutral face, perhaps sporting hints of embarrassment, that his muscle function was heavily underused thanks to the abuse he endured back at the farm and that it would take a while before he got full control over his actions. It made you question how he could've made such a sizable hole in your backyard, but you were too tired to question him about it. Your half-asleep mind came up with a brilliant solution to his dilemma, fortunately.

Picking up your fork, you pricked a bit of food and brought it to his lips. Surprised adorned his face for seconds before he hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him. You went slow, matching his pace and letting him tell you when he wanted another bite. It was serene, an act of kindness that the hybrid in front of you probably hadn't felt in a long time.

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Giyuu didn't register when his adoration for you intensified to what it was today. He remembered the night when you first met very clearly, as it managed to break down every single prejudice he had about himself in mere hours. You were so gentle with him, so patient and loving, even when he had dropped your food and messed up your backyard. You didn't send him back to that place, you never even pressured him to tell you about it.

By this point, he had been living with you for about a year and a half now; it melted his heart that you wanted him to stay and hadn't kicked him out yet, but it also made his ever-growing feelings for you fester for longer. It scared him, being so close to you. Closeness back at the farm meant he had broken a rule and was about to be punished, it meant torture and nights spent crying until he had no more left to give. Closeness with you, however, felt like home. Home, what a funny word indeed.

He felt close to you when you both sat down by the heating device that night you met, knees almost touching due to the proximity; he felt at home with you when you softly brought food to his lips, letting him know you were willing to cooperate with him in the moment. He felt close to you when he was cowering into your chest because of a nightmare, reduced to a sobbing mess of tears; he felt at home with you when you gently cradled his head in your hands, wiping his tears away and promising that he was safe with you. He felt close to you when he let you touch his horns, bowing his head to you in an act of submission; he felt at home with you when you traced over his horns like they were made out of porcelain, like if the man in front of you deserved nothing but the softest of touches.

You were his home, the place he could run to without judgement, the place where he knew he wouldn't be shunned or thrown away. Naturally, Giyuu wanted to repay you; old habits die hard and this one just happened to be learned back at the farm. He knew that relying on his instinct for this wouldn't get across his point though, so he had to formulate something else.

He thought for days about a variety of presents he could give you, but none of them seemed perfect enough. You had enough home decorations, he couldn't cook all that well to make you something, you had made it clear to him that you didn't want a maid much less try and use him for food, he didn't know how much he wanted to risk going outside with you; there were so many discarded options he was beginning to get overwhelmed. He could always offer you his body, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach that subject. Sex and intimacy back at the farm where basically two different worlds; where there was one, the other couldn't be. He couldn't give you something as bland as a sexual experience, you could get those for less than he was offering you and with much more experienced people.

Why was this so hard? All he had to do was thank you for everything you'd done for him and then give you something in return, why was he fretting so much over this? He looked at you in search for something that might help him figure out what he could give you—and accidently stumbled upon the perfect gift. You were staring at the TV screen, soft eyed and sporting a stupidly lovesick grin, as some movie played on the screen. Said movie just happened to include a couple's first time, and they couldn't have been more awkward about it. Still, the way each touch they made radiated love and adoration was making you giddy. Giyuu saw how much fun the couple seemed to be having, even though they had failed to advance below the waist for the past 45 minutes or so, and could instantly feel his cheeks heating up. Did you want something like this?

It was a little overwhelming, you see. Giving you his all, his most vulnerable, and recieving the same from you? Being treated so gently, so softly, so…human. The image on the screen flashed to a shot of a pair of hands slowly carresing and fondling with the chest of the other, taking time to squeeze them and tease their partner. Giyuu looked back at you and saw you with a slightly darker hue adorning your cheeks. Huh, he might've just found his gift for you…and all thanks to some random Saturday night movie.

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You came home from a night out to a completely silent house. Yeah, Giyuu wasn't known for being loud, but he would at least have something playing in the background while he went about his day. Sometimes you would catch him humming some tune you've never heard before, but it never failed to make your day. You put your bag down, took of your shoes, and traveled deeper into the empty house. Once you reached your bedroom door, you began getting suspicious. Did he run away? Was he unhappy here? Was he playing a prank on you? Did the people looking for him miraculously find him? You hadn't seen him since you set foot in your house and you couldn't distinguish even one sign of life anywhere.

Still, your concern was overpowered by your tiredness, so you promptly entered your bedroom and passed out almost immediately. You swore you would never underestimate how soft your bed could be again; it felt like you were sleeping on a very fluffy cloud. As you dozed off, you failed to notice the door of your bathroom door opening and closing, a figure now ocuppying the space in front of it. Your lost roommate was blinking down at you in confusion; you weren't supposed to fall asleep this early, were you seriously that tired? His plan of recreating the movie scene failed, and that stung a bit, but you looked so comfortable drooling on your pillow that he let you be.

Though, he couldn't help but sit down next to your pillow, pushing his thighs together until they sort or replicated it. He had done his own research, no matter how long it took him to figure out how to work your computer, and found that humans liked resting their head on soft things. And if you asked him, his thighs were pretty soft. Slowly, almost as if he wasn't even moving at all, he managed to position your head on his thighs, moving the pillow away from you. It was a different touch than what he was used to, the blades of the machines never felt quite as soft as your hair on his skin. He looked down at your sleeping face, scrunched up yet so peaceful, and he couldn't stop the strange warmth that invaded his chest. He never understood you fully, but having you here with him was enough for now. Even if he had planned for something completely different, this wasn't so bad either.

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You don't remember your pillow being so warm, and so soft. Slowly shifting to lay on your stomach, you wrapped your arms around your comfortable pillow and snuggled into its warmth.

Oh how you couldn't be more wrong.

Giyuu was both flabbergasted and appreciative. You looked like you were having the best sleep of your life, but the way you hugged onto his hips and how your lips would occationally graze his thighs had him more worked up than he wanted to admit. There was a faint ache in his chest, different from the mushy feeling he felt. This one was a bit more painful, as if something was messing with his chest. He knew that feeling all too well. It was the same feeling he got right before those suctioning cups were placed on his chest.

Maybe, releaving himself a bit wouldn't hurt—at least, not more than the pain he was in right now. Holding in his milk wasn't healthy and, no matter how badly we wanted to keep this from you, he also didn't want to wake you up. So, he relied on his instincts to guide his hand down towards his nipples, a wet stain on the shirt he was wearing. He flicked one of his nipples over the shirt, stain becoming just a tad bit bigger as he could feel the liquid drip down his chest and abdomen. He bit his lips hard, attempting to muffle any noises that fell out of his lips. He swore he didn't sound so sinful back on the farm.

"Ngh~"

You turned back around, laying on your back once more before yawning. You felt something wet fall on your tongue.

Was that…milk?

Your face scrunched, confused as to why your saliva tasted like milk. There was also something dripping on your face. Did you sleepwalk outside again or was there a leak in your roof? You slowly opened your eyes, bothered by the constant droplets on your face which broke the very nice dream you were having. Instead of being greeted by another hole—you were starting to notice a pattern—you were greeted by the sight of Giyuu's chest slightly covering your vision as his hands teased and played with his chest. Your ears, which were apparently not working before, suddenly decided to bless you with the sound of soft moans and wanton whimpers, a few keens here and there when his fingers did a particularly rough motion.

What a wonderful sight to wake up to.

"A-ah! P-please~"

He didn't even know what he was begging for, but it only made his motions become rougher. He was in too deep to notice that you had opened your eyes and had shifted your head off his lap. That is, until he felt your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head towards you, eyes dazed yet holding a twinge of panic. Still, he couldn't stop his fingers from moving across his chest, moaning shamelessly. He was panting like he ran a marathon, chest swollen and a bit heavy.

"Y-you're awake! I have a—mphm!—g-gift for you!"

He managed to get out through his moans. With a not-quite-all-there smile, he pushed his tits together. You could see why they were so heavy now, as milk seemed to endlessly pour down his chest. He leaned forward slightly, allowing a perfect view of his cleavage. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, a dumb smile on his face.

"I-I saw how much you seemed to like that—ngh!—s-scene in that m-movie the other day, so…"

Well, he didn't need to tell you twice. He let out a loud keen once you attached your mouth to his nipple, tongue running over the sensitive bud while you teased more milk out of his chest. The sounds he was making were glorious, and you were quite thirsty after that long nap…

Oh well, he'd have to sit still and pretty for a few hours while you got your fill.

[madetouse]

Im very much in the mood for young housewife treatment

Like not to sound straight but getting knocked up by a rich older guy who takes care of everything for me and tells me to just focus on growing his babies sounds so NJFJDKDNDNC S mmsndn right now.

This actually applies to women too like a sexy cougar who can’t have kids of her own anymore seducing me into carrying a few more for her HELLO?

Tldr i need to be spoiled and bred .

[palelove777]

i NEED to be on a balcony in europe smoking a cig with my bestie rn.

[toovaeloe]

this is the last of my rapid post yapping I’m gonna shut up and go to bed after this

AKSIAHJJSKAJJAAJ

wait let me put a bow on it

match my theme

[sugarcandydoll]

just woke up from a dream about young coriolanus snow where i was sitting on a merry go round swing and he was standing between my legs and holding my hands and squeezing them and kissing my knuckles!! ♡🥺

[dreamkidddream]

If there is one thing OM has awakened in me, it's the desire to go on meandering, late-night walks with Lucifer, maybe even... holding hands.

Or, if I'm feeling especially naughty, hugs.

How scandalous of you!! 🫣

Usually Lucifer would unwind from his stressful day with a glass of Demonus and a record softly playing in the background, but lately it felt like something was…missing. Yes, his shoulders aren’t tense anymore, but as he sips from his glass, his mind can’t help but drift still.

It wasn’t until he saw your icon flash on his screen that it clicked.

He misses you.

The odd feeling bubbling in his chest is hard to ignore, and it only grows the longer he lingers on the thought of you. It’s not as if you’re both worlds apart anymore, yet it feels like it is whenever you’re not in his arms.

It’s not enough to see you passing in the hallways anymore. It’s not enough to just see you at the dinner table. It’s not enough to just say goodnight to you- none of it is enough.

Lucifer can’t even remember the last time he’s felt this with someone. He’s not blind to what he’s feeling and he’s not needy, but he also knows that something has to be done about it.

It seems like it’s not enough for you either if you’re reaching out to him as well.

His fingers tap away on his phone, and the message is sent.

—

It felt more intimate to touch Lucifer’s hands without his gloves.

It was a different feeling, a stark contrast to what you’re used to every day. It was obviously softer, and the warmth you felt from it was comforting- the same feeling you got from seeing him smile so gently at you.

You liked seeing Lucifer like this, seeing him so relaxed. It felt like you were both able to freely breathe without the stress of anything weighing on you.

There was a bit of conversation, but the walk in the garden was mostly quiet, but it was fine. The silence between you was peaceful, and there wasn’t much to be said- just soaking in and enjoying each other’s presence. You were able to take in the exotic plants while Lucifer kept you close, rubbing circles in your skin.

The silence was only broken when he called your name, gently tugging you back into his arms. He held you tight- not enough that you felt squished, but enough to feel secure in his hold.

No words had to be exchanged to know that he didn’t want to let you go.

Both in this moment and for eternity.

[yourannoyinglittlesistersteph]

Me a month ago: haha people are shipping the matpat cameo with mike schimdt? thats so dumb I'll check this out.

Me now: I have the entirety of the tag of stories saved and bookmarked, I search the ends and corners of the internet FOR THE REMOTE SHIP OF SECURITYWAITER SO I CAN EAT IT UP AND LEAVE NOTHING ON THE PLATE INFACT I ATE THE FUCKING PLATE.