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Data 391 - Jul 16, 2023

[t-r99]

Bathtime

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Listen right . . . Listen to me . . . I don't know who was simping for Nagi on the animation team but the fucking difference here,

Nagi Seishiro x reader

Just some Nagi fluff

wc 740

Nagi always thought that showering and washing was such a hassle, but bathing was nice and relaxing when he could get in a bath or a big enough tub. His showering routine was always quick and simple.

The Nagi Seishiro Style: Low Effort Body Washing Technique consisted of covering himself with soap then washing it all away in one go before finally getting in the bath and closing his eyes, relaxing after a long day.

That was back in the day when he was a teenager living in his little student apartment and later when he lived at the Blue Lock facility. Going pro let him get a nice, big apartment with a wonderful bathtub that he could lay in and float for as long as he wanted.

It did get lonely at times, though. Nagi had almost forgotten what loneliness felt like after meeting Reo and later everyone else at Blue Lock. Then you came along and a few things changed. Nagi was no longer lonely, to begin with, and his washing routine changed.

It started with you getting up one day not long after moving in, pushing his soft hair back and kissing his temple. Nagi only whined lazily now now that you were no longer in his presence and asked, "Where y'going?"

"Shower." You simply said.

Nagi pouted after you.

You stopped just before leaving the bedroom, turning around. "Do you . . ." Nagi blinked in question, no longer pouting. "want to join me?" You asked.

On one hand, yes of course. On the other, two people showering together sounded like torture. Nagi figured the two of you would take turns under the stream, wash and wait to rinse while standing there awkwardly, maybe be in each other's ways. "Sounds like a hassle." He mumbled.

No. That was not the answer you were looking for. You walked back to the bed and took both his hands. "Come ooon." You pulled gently, urging him to follow you.

"But I don't want to shower." Nagi let you pull him up and off the bed, lazily walking with you as you tugged on his hands.

That was the first time you two showered together, and now you are for what Nagi is guessing is the thousandth time, or maybe the ten thousandth time. Nagi has no idea how many times it has been, he just really loves getting in the shower with you. He loves sitting in the tub and let you run your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and massaging his scalp to the point where he almost starts to purr like a cat.

His eyes flutter closed as you work the shampoo in. He could sit like this for all of eternity and just let you massage his head and run your fingers through his hair.

"Rinse time." You say.

Uuuhn . . . He's so relaxed right now that your smooth voice threatens to put him to sleep. You're under the water stream. Nagi keeps his eyes closed and lets you pull him closer to you until the water washes over him and rinses the shampoo out.

He leans further against you, forehead touching yours. You smile at the way he sighs and groans, relaxing further under the warm water. "What are you, a cat?"

"Meow." Nagi mumbles tiredly.

You laugh at that.

He loves your laugh. Nagi loves your laugh almost as much as he loves the way you work conditioner into his hair until it's soft and smooth and perfect to run your fingers through.

A few minutes pass. The tub is now filled and Nagi is happy to lean back against the edge because he can pull you into his embrace and hold you close to his toned chest. The roles change this way and now he gets to be the one to play with your hair while you relax against him.

Nagi is more than happy to have met you. Not only does he not have to wash himself anymore, he also gets to cuddle you in the bathtub and kiss your soft lips as often as he likes.

Your skin is soft against his, your body warm and comforting. Your arms are around him and your hands are on his back, massaging his tense muscles after a long day of training while littering his shoulders and neck with soft kisses.

Shower time quickly became Nagi's favourite time of the day after you moved in.

[ithinktheyloveme]

Baby, I Fall Inlove Every Summertime

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Sunsets at the beach with Satoru

ᯓ★ Gojo Satoru x g/n reader

ᯓ★ cheesy fluff!!

ᯓ★ wc : 740~

a/n : been rewatching some 2000s romcoms recently, so this is gonna b rly cheesy and ironic hehe enjoy.

A beautiful symphony of waves gently crash into eachother, birds sing into the hazy orange hues of the sky, yet all you can focus on is your stupidly pretty boyfriend. You look down to see the strongest sorcerer, the Gojo Satoru, reduced to a fluffy heep, laying comfortably on your stomach. Most of the beach-goers have already settled, either already gone, or packing up, leaving the scenery feeling perfectly intimate. You peak at the silly manga Gojo's reading and card your hand through his milky white tussle of hair, feeling each soft strand slipping in between your fingers.

"What's wrong, sweets?" He asked while reaching out to your hand, his eyes lighting up with a playful glint. You chuckle at the feeling of his tender touch and continue brushing through his hair, "it's nothing...just wondering how the hell you can get this kind of hair using crusty 3 in 1 shampoo." Gojo abruptly drops his manga and pouts, looking up at you "Heyyy! It's not my fault I'm so perfect and—ouch!" He gasps as a flick lands on his forehead, cutting off his cocky ramblings.

You blink at him, speechless.

From this angle, you can see the warm glow of the setting sun illuminating his heavenly blue irises in the just the right ways. You think you might get hypnotized if you stare too much.

He suddenly cups your face with his hands, snapping you out of your trance. Gojo's hands are warm on your cheeks, though still wrinkly from your previous beach endeavors. His blown out pupils dialate even more as he inches closer. "You know," he murmurs, "I could get used to this whole 'admiring' thing, since you're always sooooo mean to poor old me." He drags out his syllables like a fussy kitten clawing for your attention.

“Owwww!” he whines, feigning hurt as you land yet another soft flick to his poor forehead. "You're such a freakazoid, Satoruuuuu!" you whine, trying to push him away. His hold on your face doesn't falter, now squishing your cheeks together. "But I'm yooouuuuur freakazoid, baby," he says, mushing your face against his palms. "Sato—" you struggle to utter his name. "Ruuu—". He abruptly stops his devillish ministrations, "Yesssss, baby? he chimes in a sickeningly saccharine tone.

Just as you're about to retort, Gojo leans impossibly closer to you, as if observing every inch of your pretty face. His mischievous grin never faltering, but theres a new formed intimacy in the air. And for a moment, everything around you seems to disappear--just the two of you, sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the faint scent of salty air, and his handsome face perfectly enveloped in a warm orange glow. In his intense eyes, you see pools of celestia, vast and endless. His pale blue irises speckled with silvers of stardust and glimmer, swirling in his eyes. They hold the quiet majesty of the heavens, as though the very essence of the universe were poured into him.

You can feel the comforting weight of his body, along with the intoxicating warmth of his breath on your skin, contrasting the cold gusts of wind. A swelling feeling builds up from inside of you, softly squishing your chest. You divert from his gaze to fight your sudden wave of nervousness.

"Hey, eyes on me, pretty," he coos, his voice low and tender as he softly directs your face towards him. "What? Do I make you nervous or something?". You feel the bubbling warmth in your chest quickly rise to your face, now blushing at his bold advances. His teasing demeaner is still present, but now you see a glint of something else. "Cat got your tongue huh? What is it you were gonna tell me, baby?".

You shift your position to sit up, his head now laying on your plush lap. His words hung in the air, the tension felt ten folds thicker. Your heart was beating out of your chest, following the rhythm of his, as if mending together into one.

And suddenly, without thinking, without hesitation, you kiss him.

You feel his soft lips caress yours as he melts into you. He rests his hand on your face and holds you like porcelain, as if you're the most delicate thing in the world. The feeling in your chest intensifies with every touch, intoxicating you. 

And the world fades into the backround, leaving only you and Gojo.

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[unformula1]

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: D-DAY!!

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synopsis: you talk to a bunch of people about your single-ness.

You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

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pairing: -

featured: alex albon (740 words), logan sargeant (531 words), oscar piastri (468 words) & lando norris (630 words)

word count: 2369 (wow that's long)

a/n: no relationships in here just buncha amazing friends!! also ft. my 4 fav drivers vroom vroom. if yall want a part 2 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

masterlist

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“Hi!” He says with a smile, even though you know it’s 8pm and he is on the verge of just falling on the ground and sleeping.

“Alex!” You cheer and invite him in, letting him sit on the couch.

He takes a seat and leans back, but keeping his posture well like a gentleman would. He’s such a gentleman. You sit down next to him throwing your feet onto the couch and crossing your legs, turning to face Alex while hugging a pillow.

“You know what day is coming up?” You ask him.

Alex thinks for a while, “Don’t… know.”

“Valentines Day.” You say.

“Oh! Yea.” He replies, “What about it? You got someone this year?”

“Haha.” You deadpan, “That’s the problem.”

“You… don’t have someone?” Alex connects the dots.

“Mhm, and I know you don’t relate but being this single is painfully tiring.” You tell him, letting out a loud groan as you say it.

“It is?” Alex asks.

“Yes. Very much so.” You tell him, putting on a sarcastic smile.

“Well I don’t think there’s much I can do to help-”

You interject, “I’m just gonna vent, so-” You do some weird motions with your hands, “If you wanna leave do it now.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Go ahead.”

“This is why I chose you!” You let out a thankful sounding sigh.

You take a deep breath, “Seeing couples out on the street being such adorable lovebirds and having the most perfect romance is going to send me jumping off a cliff one day; I am resisting the strong urge to throw rocks at them when I see them.”

“Wait- You’ve thought about throwing rocks at couples?” Alex asks, his face looking slightly shocked.

You nod in response.

“Couples like me and Lily?”

“Oh- No…no…” You shake your head and hold up your hands, “Not you two, you two are the exception.”

Alex chuckles and nods his head, “Okay.”

“Anyways! It’s starting to get to my head because what if I stay single for life and I’m stuck being this sad and lonely person who just takes care of cats all the time!”

“Sounds like a pretty good life.” Alex comments, shrugging as he does so.

“Okay- it kinda does but my point is I don’t want to be single for life!”

“You’re not going to be single for life.” Alex assures, patting your shoulder.

“How would you know?” You shove a finger into his chest.

He grabs ahold of your hand, patting it and reassuring you, “Because you’re an amazing person and there is 100% someone out there for you, you just haven’t found them yet.”

“Mhm and what if there isn’t anyone for me and I’m just destined to be single?” You question, throwing yourself into the backrest of the couch, hugging a pillow a bit too tightly.

“Highly doubt that.” Alex says.

You shove your head into a pillow and scream before looking back up.

“There’s definitely one person out there for you.” Alex says, patting your shoulder.

You pout, “Definitely?”

“Mhm.” 

“Doubt that!” You say kicking your feet out.

“I think you deserve someone so perfect and someone that is absolutely gorgeous. Trust me. You deserve the world from your perfect love. Just wait.”

A slight smile forms on your face.

“Thanks Alex.”

He pats your shoulder and pulls you in for a tight hug. You hug him back. 

“This usually ends up with me in tears but I guess not this time.” You say while hugging him.

“Oh really? Who have you been consulting?” He asks you.

“Logan.”

“I would think Logan would be pretty good at this?” Alex asks

“Yes. He is, the tears are happy.”

“So you’re calling me… bad at listening.” 

“No! Stop twisting my words, you’re good in your own way!”

He lets out a gasp and you playfully punch his shoulder.

Maybe you were destined to be single, you would never know. You probably might take a while to find someone but at least you had people to make it less tortuous.

You think Alex is pretty cute.

Not in an 'i love you' kind of way.

But in the way which would let you could cling onto him forever

In a way which would make you feel like you could sit by him forever and nothing would change about your friendship with him.

Like a stuffed animal kind of way.

In that kind of way.

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You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You laid out on the floor, like a starfish and stared into the white ceiling. Logan sat on the cushioned bench with his hands on his lap. He tapped his foot while you laid there, motionless.

“Are you alive?” Logan asked.

You replied with a noise you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“I’m so lonely, UGH.” You kicked up your feet and punched the ground.

“Don’t do that. You might hurt yourself.” Logan says, shifting himself to sit on the floor next to you.

You lazily roll over to get closer to where Logan was sitting. 

A smile forms on your face as you chuckle, “You’re too nice.”

He smiles too, and his smile is like a cat, “Thanks.”

You cover your face with your hands and let out a loud groan before rubbing the temples of your forehead.

“This is too much for me to handle. I’m running on hopes and prayers.” You complain again, slamming your fist into the floor and kicking your feet up and down like a child.

“I’m serious, stop doing that or I’ll tie your hands to your body.” Logan says, sounding dead serious.

You let out a laugh, “Too nice, as usual.”

“What would you suggest I do?... For this Valentine’s Day?” You ask him, turning your head finally to look at him.

“What would you usually do?” 

“Throw rocks at couples or cry in bed.” You deadpan.

Logan covers his mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Rude-” You feign offence as you sit up.

“Sorry. That’s just pretty funny.” 

“My suffering is funny.” You nonchalantly reply.

“No! 100% not!” Logan quickly responded.

“Okay! Then what should I do?” 

“Go out with friends?” Logan suggests.

“Friends?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yea, sometimes friends mean a lot too. They can be super helpful when it comes to managing your feelings, you know?” Logan does those weird hand motions with his hand as he speaks.

“Mhm.”

“Like for me, personally, I would rather have an amazing and sweet little friendship than a million romantic loves.” He shrugs.

You make an unintelligible noise; it sounds like a laugh but you would never laugh at Logan…ever.

“Seriously!” Logan says, a chuckle escaping, “Sometimes friends can be so great!”

“Friends like you.” You say, cheekily smiling.

“Awww, you’re too sweet.” Logan says, touching his heart.

“You’re really sweet. Like a little cat.” You smile and point to him.

“I would say Oscar’s more of a cat, but that’s cool.” Logan replies.

“Fair.”

Logan had a pretty great point, your friends meant a lot to you and they were one hell of a group of people to be around, you wouldn’t trade them for the world, like ever. 

Logan made your heart warm.

Not in the way which would make you fall in love with him.

In a way which would let you feel at home with him, wherever, whenever.

In a way which you knew he would always be there for you.

In that kind of way.

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You see Oscar sitting down on a chair, scrolling through his phone and tapping his feet, humming a simple melody. He looks like he’s in a peaceful state, which means you have to disrupt it, of course.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” You say, sliding into the chair opposite him.

“Do what?” Oscar raises an eyebrow, placing down his phone and looking at you.

“Get laid.” You were pretty straightforward.

“Woah.” Oscar said, raising his hands up, “Slow down there.”

“I’m being genuine. How does it even work?” Your hands support your chin as you lean closer to Oscar.

“Be nice?” Oscar says, “Don’t be a dick.”

“So… not my thing then?”

“Well you’ll find someone that suits you.” Oscar shrugs.

“You sure???” You lean closer into Oscar, who doesn’t bother shifting away from you. 

“Yes. Very sure.” He says, unfazed by your unpredictable next action as you scan his face, looking him up and down.

You fall back into your chair, “Right.”

“And if it all fails, you still have your friends.” He adds.

“Friends.” You chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Oscar says, faking an offended look.

“What friends?” You laugh harder at your own joke.

“Excuse me? What am I? A roach??” Oscar says, doing a fake eye roll while he’s at it.

“You’re more like a dad!” You compliment, or at least you think you compliment.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Oscar asks you.

“Yes. Did it sound rude?” 

“Kinda.”

“Well rest assured, it’s a compliment. I’m calling you wise.”

“And old.”

“Pick your poison.” You scoff, leaning back, almost falling off.

Your chair tilting back a bit too much causes your life to flash before your eyes as you let out a shriek, pulling the chair back. This sends Oscar into laughs and giggles. 

“What a douchebag. Laughing at me almost dying.” You give him a dissatisfied look.

“You’re like Lando. A small child.” Oscar remarks.

“I agree with both of your points.”

Before Oscar can say anything his phone rings and it’s Lily. He looks at the contact name then back up at you.

“You should pick that up, I’ll b on my way!” You point to his phone, which is still ringing and vibrating.

“I’ll see you around.” He says, picking up the phone.

You swiftly get up, wave goodbye to Oscar and run off.

Oscar’s pretty sweet. You like that. He’s someone you can always talk to and you love that.

He’s not sweet like a way which would make you want to be his Valentine’s.

But in the kind of way which you would probably be fine with him seeing you cry.

In the kind of way you wouldn’t hesitate calling him at 3am if he needed you, or if you needed him

In that kind of way.

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“LANDO!” You shout from the level above him.

He spins his head in different directions before finding you and giving you a big wave. He then gestures for you to come down and join him. 

“COMING!” You shout before sprinting for the stairs.

You run down the stairs and toward Lando. You pick up speed as you close in on Lando.

“Wait no I’m not read-” Lando tries to warn you but it’s too late.

You lunge yourself at him and crash into him, he fails to catch you and falls backward. You land on top of Lando, both of you laughing.

“Jeez. One way to say hi.” Lando smirks.

You get off Lando and help him up. He gets back on his two feet and does a weird back cracking thing.

“Old.” You say which gets you a gasp and a shocked look from Lando.

“Well now we’re not friends anymore.” He says and does a sassy little hair flip. 

“So be it!” You say back.

“Kiss me already.” He says, raising his eyebrow and scoffs.

“At least take me out to dinner first.” You reply, leaning on one leg and returning him the raised eyebrow.

“Can’t do that if you don’t confess first.” Lando says back.

“Touche.” You pout your lips and pat his shoulder.

“So, what brings you around?” Lando says, smouldering slightly before posing as if there’s a camera somewhere, “A perfect man like me?”

“Out of all the people I’ve approached, you’re the furthest from perfect.”

“Lies. Slander.” He shakes his head and punches your shoulder.

“Are you sad you don’t have a valentine this year?” You ask him.

“I have the car.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Does count.”

“Does not.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I disagree.”

“Well I disagree with your disagreement.”

Lando lets out a hmph before crossing his arms and looking away from you.

“If you’re lonely you can just say so… I am too.” You tell him, giving him a little bit of sass.

“I have plenty of choices.”

“Like?”

“Don’t question me.”

You chuckle and pull Lando in for a hug. You don’t know why, it just came over you in the moment and it felt necessary. Lando mattered a lot to you.

“Okay. So if you’re lonely, I have evidence now.” Lando insults but he still hugs you back, and even tighter than your hug. 

You almost struggle to breathe at one point before he releases your hug.

You dramatically pant and take deep breaths, to which Lando gives you a glare.

“Even if your love language is physical touch, that was both too physical and too touchy.” You say in between over dramatised breaths.

“Can’t help it. You’re too huggable.” Lando shrugs and looks at with innocent eyes, like a child.

“Right… Go unleash your hugging energy on Oscar or something.” 

“You dislike my hugs?” Lando’s jaw drops.

“No- Did not say that.” You cross your arms.

“YES YOU DID!” Lando says, giving you that look as if he’s about to break out in tears.

“DID NOT.” You argue back.

“Prove it!” He says, crossing his arms and pouting at you.

“Or what?” You taunt.

“I’ll cry.” Lando says, looking at you like a child who just got told ‘no’ to ice cream.

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Won’t.”

He looks at you with those large doe eyes. 

He’s not actually going to cry right?

Right?

“Asshole.” You say before hugging him. 

He smiles and lets out a little cheer before hugging you back and squeezing you tighter.

You love Lando.

Not in a romantic way.

In a way where you would probably jump in front of a bullet for him.

In a way where you wouldn’t be afraid to hug him in public

In that kind of way.

[jennywritesz]

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

au where tsukishima is a scientist at college and you're his apprentice

740 words

warnings: none + slow burn

chap 1/ ??

Kei Tsukishima, a senior at college– a biologist with an aura of mystery, stepped into the laboratory with dread. Today marked the first encounter with his new apprentice, a moment he awaited with equal parts curiosity and annoyance. The thought of him having someone watch his every move made his skin crawl. As he adjusted his glasses, his eyes had a hint of mischief, already concocting a string of remarks to test the limits of his so-called apprentice. 

In the corner of the lab, amidst humming machinery and arrays of equipment, stood the young apprentice, (y/n). She obviously had determination, her eyes gleaming in an intellectual frenzy. Your presence was a stark contrast to Dr. Tsukishima's sternness, yet there was a hint of shared intellect that was possibly the start of a great partnership. 

“You must be Miss (y/n) I presume?” His voice cutting through the quiet laboratory hum. 

You nodded, offering a wide grin. “Yes, Tsukishima, it’s such an honor to work for you.” 

He turned around and went back to work, motioning for you to come observe. You stood on your tippy toes trying to get the best possible angle, he took notice of this. You sighed in annoyance.

“Too short to see the table?” He grinned to himself. You felt your face heating up with embarrassment. You slightly nodded, feeling all your pride leave your body. In this instance you didnt think height would be such an important factor, but considering he was doing a presicion experiment and he had to have the table basically up to his chest– height was a major factor.

He would never admit this out loud but, he thought it was kind of cute. Maybe this apprenticeship would work out. You had heard plenty of stories from past colleauges about how mean and rude he was, but you didnt think it to be true.

“That must suck.” He snickered. 

You thought wrong.

“I see why people call you so salty.” you remarked back.

They dont call him salty, you just felt the need to say that.

“Salty?” He glared down at you, you forgot how scary he was.

You said nothing in response, just stared at him in defiance. 

“Cat mustve gotten your tongue.” He looked away and continued his experiment, lowering the table so you could see. Maybe he wasnt so bad after all. 

You never really had gotten to know him. You had just heard stories and seen him in pass you in the hallway. Even then he didnt seem so bad. He always had this mysterious allure that made him sort of attractive, your friends never even bothered to hear you out; they wouldnt get it. You always watched him from afar, and now youre working for him, it feels kind of weird to be working for someone thats only a year older than you– he was good at what he does though.

“Are you even listening to me?” he scoffed in disbelief. This snapped you out of your trance.

“Of course im listening! Why wouldnt I be.” you rolled your eyes. You werent listening, but you cant let him know that.

“Oh really..” he paused. “Well then, I want an essay on how beneficial each finger is to the body. Turned in tomorrow.” 

Your jaw dropped. Who does he think he is? Some teacher?!

“Err.. of course.” your voice had an underlying tone of disapproval.

He took his goggles off and lowered the table completely.

“Help me clean this up.” he ordered.

You didnt realize you had spaced out that entire procedure. What kind of apprentice are you. Clearly a lousy one. 

As you finished cleaning everything up, you noticed Tsukishima struggling to wrap a bandage around his hand. You wondered what happened to him. You didnt realize it, but you were staring at him pretty intensely. 

“I cut my hand on the door handle yesterday, they finally fixed it after that.” He said with a straight face, that almost convinced you to hold his face.

“Do you need help with the bandage?” Your eyes widened at your own response. What came over you?

“Ill be fine.” he said back with a monotone voice.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, again. How many times can one embarras themself? 

“You can go now.” That was his way of saying leave now.

You took off your lab coat and grabbed your regular jacket and headed out for the night. 

[dearestgojo]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Cat Hybrid Aki x Reader

A/n: My piece for @public-safety-network's Spring Fever collab

Warnings: 18+. Somophilia. Biting. Oral male receiving. Dubcon.

Wc: 740 | CSM Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You can't help yourself as you reach across the short distance between you and Aki on the couch. The way the pointy ears on the top of his head twitch as he naps catches your attention. Sparking curiosity about how the fur that covers them feels, so much so that you reach across and run the edge of your forefinger along the back. A small gasp escapes from your lips as you feel the short soft smooth hairs making contact with your skin. 

Tentatively you glide them up to the peak and feel the skin inside, flinching back when Aki stirs, a soft purr rumbling from his chest. His head tilts further towards you, your hand hovering right over the crown of his head, his soft hair brushing against the heel of your palm. You stay frozen, your blood running cold despite the tips of your ears burning at the thought of getting caught. 

You weren't necessarily doing anything wrong, there'd been a faint conversation of being able to touch each other while the other slept, but this, touching his ears, felt different. Aki had never let you touch his ears when he was awake never telling you why, and it only made you want to touch them more. It drew your interest towards them now that he'd let his guard down. 

When he doesn't wake you reach back down, shifting to your knees on the couch while you continue to rub them, watching them twitch between your fingers as they pick up sounds you can't even hear. In his sleep Aki sneaks the warmth of your hand, small purrs filling up the room, so much that it makes you wonder why he never let you touch them while he was awake. 

You get your answer soon after the question springs into your head. It's so quiet you're sure you heard wrong, a rumble that sounds over the soft pure. A tiny little sigh slips past Aki's lips, his weight on the couch shifting, his legs spreading across the seat until his thigh touches your knee. 

It's then that your eyes fall to his crotch. There's a visible tent, sweats straining against the bulge. The muscles of his thighs flex as your finger runs along the inside, an unmistakable whimper falling out of Aki's lips.

Swallowing down the saliva in your mouth you shift your position once more until your head is hovering over the bulge. Glancing up you gently tug the waistband down until his cock is freed while watching his ears twitch and his face twist as the cold air of the room touches his hot cock. 

Placing both hands on the cushion, you wrap your lips around the tip, your ears picking up on the soft groan Aki lets out above you,

Carefully you take more of his length into your mouth, slowly breathing through your nose until you're almost at the base, before coming back up. You keep a slow pace of bobbing your head, and do a poor attempt to keep the slick sounds quiet as you gently suck on Aki's cock. 

You're so focused on trying to keep quiet that you barely notice when Aki wakes, a loud moan rumbling through the room as his hand comes down to the rest of the back of your head. He curses under his breath before you pull him off of his cock, lips crashing into yours while he pulls your legs over his. His teeth gently dig into your bottom lip before he pulls away, head dropping down to your shoulder. Sighs fall from his lips as you grind down on him, your fingers threading through his loose hair.

Without even realizing your fingers are rubbing the back of his cat ears again, rubbing small circles on the tip between your thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. It's not until his dick twitches underneath you, and when sharp pain shoots up your shoulder that you realize. You can only groan in pain and drop your hands to his shoulders.

Aki's teeth dig into your shoulder as he fights to hold in a loud moan, his arms wrapping tightly around you. He lets go after a few seconds, panting for air as he looks up at you, ears flicking as you look down at him. His expression morphs into one of understanding.

You speak between breaths while moving your hips down on him, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

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soft shimmers

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Sastiel Additional Tags: Fluff without Plot, Touchy-Feely, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), Autistic Sam Winchester, Stimming, Couch Cuddles, Angel Wings, Schmoop, No Dialogue Wordcount: 740 Summary:

Sam stims. Castiel gets his feathers pet. That's it. That's the fic.

Sam leaned back into Castiel’s side. The angel wrapped a cautious arm around his torso, light enough that Sam could push it off without much effort, but when Sam hummed and laid his hand over the back of Castiel’s, he relaxed, and his arm became a grounding pressure that helped quiet Sam’s brain down a little. Sam shifted until he was comfortable and closed his eyes, squeezing Castiel’s hand and listening to the steady turn of pages as Castiel read.

Sam had tried to read earlier himself. First on his laptop until he gave up as the brightness of the screen made his head hurt, and then an actual book but at that point, his mind had been too full to process any of the words he was looking at. He’d tried napping, to see if that might reset whatever was messing up his head, but that only worked when he could actually fall asleep. He felt exhausted and restless, brain too loud and yet nothing in it beyond a static sort of buzz that made it impossible to focus on anything.

At least he had Cas, and Cas was familiar and warm and willing to sit in silence with him for however long Sam needed.

Castiel moved slightly, and Sam opened his eyes. He felt it before he saw it, an impossible breeze tickling the back of his neck, a warmth like sunshine spreading over his right side, that angelic ozone smell that always lingered around Cas growing stronger for a moment. Slowly, easily, one of Castiel’s wings extended, disobeying the laws of physics to fold through the back of the couch and over Sam’s body. Sam could see through it, though the image on the other side was scattered across the numerous feathers like the facets of a gem. Castiel’s reflected the colors around them, the warm glow of the lamp nearby, the green fabric of the couch that Dean had insisted brought the room together, the dark gray of Sam’s sweatpants. They all gave the wings an earthy sort of glow that Sam found comforting.

He reached out to touch Cas as carefully as Cas had to touch him. The arch of Castiel’s wing slid up into his hands like a cat eager for affection. They were smooth and soft under Sam’s hands, warm like water under the summer sun. The feathers rolled out from each other and smoothed back into one continuous body like the tide as Sam combed his fingers through them. They felt less like a bird’s wing, and more like the memory of one, what Sam had felt when Dean had snuck the two of them into the zoo and Sam had gotten to pet an owl, the awe of getting to touch something wild and yet so gentle. It was a good memory, and Cas reminded him a lot of that owl with his cocked head and the little squint around his eyes that Sam thought was adorable.

The wing settled over Sam, no weight to it like Castiel’s arm but with an undeniable presence. The texture of the wing under his hands was soothing, and Sam couldn’t help but keep running his fingers back and forth, until the motion was less curious exploration and more comforting repetition, drowning out the buzz in his skull. Castiel’s feathers rippled, turning so that wherever Sam touched, shades of green reflected under his fingertips. Sam could almost swear that the feathers became softer to the touch, fuzzy like moss growing over river-worn stones.

Sam heard Castiel let out a deep breath as Sam’s fingers passed through the feathers once more. He hesitated a moment, unsure if Cas was okay with this, with Sam using him to stim. It was helping a lot, and Sam felt a lot more present than he had a few minutes ago, but if Cas was uncomfortable, he was pretty sure he could stop. He really didn’t want to, but he would. Castiel turned his head, and Sam felt him press a kiss to his hair, nuzzle against the top of his head like a bird. Sam ran his fingers over the feathers again, and Castiel made an utterly contented noise. He didn’t seem to mind being Sam’s stimtoy one bit. Sam managed half a smile for the first time that day and kept petting the angel, listening to the soft sounds Castiel made with each sweep over his shimmering wing.

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Theon & Robb Master list 1

the heart that you call home - embellished M,3k

Summary: Robb is fifteen and freaking out over the possibility that he might be gay. Theon tries to help, and fails spectacularly (until he doesn't).

this is my winter song to you, the storm is coming soon - embellished T,4k

Summary: Robb brings Theon to his family's Christmas celebrations. Edmure thinks they're just mates, so assumes it's cool if he starts flirting shamelessly with Theon. Theon goes with it, Robb gets jealous, and Cat spends the day side-eyeing her little brother.

the things i've done, you'll never know - xylodemon E,1k

Summary: He lets his hand linger in Robb's hair too long, his palm pressed to the shell of Robb's ear; he tries to deflect the dark look in Robb's eyes with a laugh, the sound thin and hollow and false between them, but Robb catches him as he starts to pull away, wrapping his fingers over the back of Theon's hand, brushing his thumb along the inside of Theon's wrist. They've been here before, this strange place that itches at something under Theon's skin, that tugs on the hair at the back of Theon's neck; he has always made himself turn away from it -- because Robb is dearer to him that his own brothers ever were, because Robb is the closest thing he has ever had to a friend -- but Robb's grip is stronger than iron tonight, and his mouth is parted slightly, just enough that Theon can see the wet pink of his tongue.

I want to hold your hand - janie_tangerine E,909

Summary: Where Theon isn't exactly subtle about some things he wants and Robb has no issue indulging him.

if you go to Winterfell (be sure to wear some flowers in your hair) -  janie_tangerine E,9k

Summary: "I’ve heard about here for half of my life and I always thought I’d like it better than at home", Theon says."Then – stuff happened and I figured that maybe I should just stop thinking about it and – doing it. And – well. I took a ship and here I am.”

“Hey, the don’t dream it, be it is a perfectly good philosophy of life," Robb answers, trying to stop himself from grinning openly. "Actually, it’s the philosophy of life around here, as far as I’m concerned.”

Or: where Winterfell is a commune during the seventies and there's nothing Theon wants more than to go live there. When he actually does, it turns out to be the best idea he ever had.

to bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue - janie_tangerine T,1k

Summary: Theon comes back from Pyke ill; Robb tends to him.

Sins and Blood, I'll wash them away with my love - Maharetchan E,740

Summary: Theon betrayed his family for him, Robb tends to his wounds.

slowly, softly - xylodemon T,230

Summary: Theon stretches a little, tipping his head back against Robb's shoulder, his hair tickling Robb's jaw, and Robb strokes his hand down Theon's arm, slides it over the curve of Theon's hip.

don't look back - janie_tangerine T,1k

Summary: Where Theon sides with Robb instead of his father.

In His Chambers - Evax3 E, 4k

Summary: After the battle of Casterly Rock, Robb makes a decision.

a bloody oven - vkor N/A, 812

Summary: “Its ok, you’re like a bloody oven.” Theon smiled quietly, nestling into Robb further.

Robb felt every breath that Theon took, and was silently thankful for this moment, just like he always was.

Those Three Words - Evax3 M, 3k

Summary: What if the War of the Five Kings had turned out exactly like they'd planned...

With the world finally at peace, the King in North and the Prince of the Iron Islands allow themselves a few days of rest and meet in a secret cottage near Moat Cailin to share some quality time.

your heart (is the only place that i call home) - saltywench E, 2k

Summary: After ditching the Oscars after-party, Robb makes up for the praise and congratulations Theon will miss out on.

all along me i can hear you - oceaniads T, 6k

Summary: When Balon Greyjoy dies while Robb's army is still in Riverrun, Theon is sent to negotiate with his sister, the self-proclaimed Lady Reaper of Pyke, Asha Greyjoy—both to get Robb a fleet and to get himself on the Seastone Chair.

Things don't go exactly as planned. Robb tries to pick up the pieces, but it's no easy job when Theon can't even hold his gaze for long.

Fleeting, A Moment - Lycorim G, 1k

Summary: Years after the war comes to a close, a king takes his lover to the sea, places a crown upon his head, and binds their hands fast in union. They both know it means nothing. They pretend it doesn't.

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"The night is young the hint was a success, but you desire more. You left the village in search of more meat. Maybe a mammoth, a chalicotherium, or even the mighty paraceratherium. As your thoughts dwell on the taste of these creatures you hear a snap. Your head darts left and you see her.... Two eyes that glow with the glimmer of moonlight. A huge 740 pound sabertooth cat has found you your eyes darts behind her two cubs who look starved. You understand her purpose. You don't have a second to respond as she leaps toward you, but in the back of your mind you think "wouldn't you do the same for you're family"

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Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Recs | Fyozai Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(Also: Fyozai as in, Fyodor Dostoevsky / Dazai Osamu)

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. The touch of winter by Scarlet_Nin (@scarlet-nin )

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: The clatter of a knife hitting the floor the only sound in the room.

“Breaking into my bedroom, have you no shame? Not only that but cleaning out the blood will be such a chore. You truly are a Demon.”

“The kettle calling back to the pot, I see.”

Dostoevsky lowers the gun, a silencer preventing others coming to rescue, a parody of a smile spreading across his face. Another precise shot makes the knife slide across the room out of reach.

“But cleaning should be no trouble for you, you’ve got so much experience on your hands.”

“I wouldn’t mind cleaning up blood if it’s yours.”

They share a smile. It’s like looking into a mirror, they find, each seeing the same darkness in the other. A longing to break, to hurt, to spill life onto their hands—

!!! This fic is what got me into Fyozai. Like!!! The Tension!!!! They keep referencing each other as 'Rat' and 'Cat' and honestly!!! *Chef's Kiss* Also usual Fyozai talk about demons, gods, philosophy, etc. There's a telepathy thing going on (courtesy of being geniuses and their habit of reading each other) that I absolutely adore. I love the writing style, and in this particular fic it emphasizes the way they're similar to each other. Which I really love. Anyway!! My favorite Quote:

That horrible twisted mind equal to your own.

The pride at seeing how you could have turned out had you not listened to Odasaku’s last parting words, it makes you feel better about yourself.

2. warmth by orphan_account

T | 740 words | Complete

Summary: Cold as ice and white as snow.

That was all they knew about the new Port Mafia Executive.

But a certain someone knew more.

And he knew, above all, Fyodor Dostoyevsky needed warmth.

Short but sweet! Fyodor's the New Mafia Executive and Dazai pokes him. In usual Fyodor fashion, he thinks about abilities. AND!!! platonic touching!!! They're touch starved idiots and I love them your honor. Also my favorite quote:

Fyodor obliged, holding Dazai's hand. It was warm, but only when he was next to him. Otherwise, Fyodor knew, it was as cold as the ice he was born in.

3. mid autumn by yuki_MXIVo (@yuki-mxivo )

G | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: “But you tried to kill each other! How could you possibly be married!? You really tried to kill each other!”

“Yes?” Fyodor raises an unimpressed brow. “Romance is not the center of everything. You're surprisingly close-minded, I see.”

/// several months after the decay of angels case closes, Fyodor shows up at the agency seemingly out of the blue. He'd been thought dead.

MARRIED FYOZAI FIC I REPEAT MARRIED FYOZAI THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR. I really love this absabnabanaan. Fyodor's Characterization is very... Human? Like as he thinks about the DoA, and stuff, and I really love it since most fics just show his manipulative genius side. Fyodor gave Dazai earrings *incoherent screaming*. Fyodor is exasperatedly fond of Dazai and it's so endearing to read. Relationship Reveal! Cause the ADA is there when they met- which is expected since Fyodor went to the Cafe Uzumaki. Russian Pet Names!!! I could rave about it more but no spoilers so!! Favorite Quote:

“We were nineteen,” Dazai sighs, dreamy, melting against Fyodor’s side, disgustingly saccharine in a way Fyodor can only pretend not to enjoy, “straight out of high school.”

4. Even through the Mist. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey)

M | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: Dazai's mind has been strangely foggy lately. Are these limbos truth and reality or is he lost in a nightmare? Fyodor's cello sounds like the sweetest melody...

Or when Fyodor manipulates Dazai into taking his side to retrieve the book, using grief and ghosts of his past. Dazai's only hope resides in his will to follow the right path and his old partner.

This had me on the edge of my seat!!! Like holy moley!! Dazai doesn't know what's real and what's not and it's conveyed beautifully. Actually, Fyozai is not the main pairing, but most of this fic is about them. The manipulations!!! The mind games!!!

“See? You’re surprisingly docile,” the demon acknowledges, delighted. Dazai tugs on his hair a bit roughly. He looks back at the man through half-lidded eyes. He feels so bad, it feels so wrong, but he’s confident… He placed his trust in the right person, and it’s okay if he’s weak along the way. He can rely on those people. Even when he slips up.

5. I Offer A Prayer (To An Iceless Home) by Poetiicdissonance

T | 7k Words | Complete

Summary: Children grow into adults, and some grow into monsters. Monsters cannot love.

(But if it were anyone else, it would come quite close.)

u know that headcanon where Dazai hid in Russia with Fyodor between leaving the mafia and joining ADA? This is it. This is that fic. They're roommates! They talk about things. Deep things. About their Philosophies, ideas in life that they hold with an iron fist. They poked and prodded each other. It's a quiet companionship- and until now I don't know if it's the eye of the storm, or the gentle waves of a deep sea. This is so very. Very dear to me. I hold this fic gently in my heart. I cried, I laughed, I fell in love with them. Also no favorite quote since everything about it is my favorite.

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Lasat/Zeb headcanon time!

Starting with the basics:

(This became a research paper)

Lasat senses are much, much better than humans.

They can see further distances than humans and have pretty advanced night vision.

Humans have a field of vision of about 210° from the front. Cats have about 230°. Other primates other than humans don't have much bigger or smaller field of vision compared to humans. Based on this plus size and shape of the eyes, I'd say Lasat's probably have closer to 230°.

As for night vision: humans do not have a tapetum lucidum, the part of a creatures eye that is responsible for night vision. This part of the eye is what causes eye shine. I do believe that Lasat probably have this part of the eye. It sits behind the retina, and works by reflecting light back through the retina. So, yes, they can see in the dark better than human's

Color vison: humans can see from 380-740 nanometers, that is the visual light spectrum. Cats are at about 380-590. In general, mammals are really bad at color vision. Only some primates have the ability to see the same colors as humans. Lasat's probably have human level color vision or possibly a little better, extending up to 800 nanometers possibly.

Their best senses are hearing and smell.

Hearing first: humans sit at about 20 Hz - 20,000 Hz, cats at about 55 Hz - 79,000 Hz, and other primates tend toward the higher end of the range, so Lasat's probably sit around 20 Hz - 80,000 Hz, as Zeb's hearing is shown to be extremely good in show.

Smell: humans suck at smell, so do most primates. Bloodhounds have up to one hundered million times better sense of smell. than humans. Grizzley bears have 7 times more sensitivity than that. Most mammal's have a good sense of smell. I think Lasat are scent based creatures so their sense of smell is probably up there with the examples I listed.

I got most of this info off Wikipedia and have no idea how accurate it is or if I interpreted it right. This is just bullshit, honestly. This is a space cat. Who fucking knows, they might see shrimp colors for all I know.

I am just guestemating and bullshitting my way through wikipedia articles for a fictional species of space cats.

In conclusion: good night vision, good color vision, extremely good hearing, extremely good sense of smell.

(What am I doing with my life)

Next headcanon wall will be less clincal and more fun.