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animentality · 3 months

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listen i will not begrudge durgetashers who like gortash walking the dark urge around with a leash and collar.

but the canon truth was, gortash is a cat guy who absolutely adores that weird feral feline that keeps wandering in and out of his house. he takes a million photos, it's all he can talk about with his friends, and he dotes on the wild creature with the obsession of a true cat mom.

even as it pretends to ignore him, but conveniently keeps somehow winding up back in his kitchen, bringing in dead mice and birds to supplement the cat food and milk gortash leaves out every day. he just giggles whenever it "happens" to be in the same room as him, and he stares at it perpetually, draws it from every angle, keeps a diary of its activities.

also maybe it's tried to claw his eyes out every single time he's tried to pet it, and all he does is smile and say feisty little thing, aren't you, sweetie? :3

and then one day, it stops coming.

and he is inconsolable.

he cries because he knows something has happened out there, in the big, wide, terrible world, and he'll never know what, but he'll never see his most beloved friend walk through his door ever again.

anyway.

tl;dr - gortash is a cat guy.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

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feralsteddie · 1 year

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Steve finds the damn thing in the trash.

And like, he's not stupid, he knows what a cat is, knows none of the upside down creatures are all fuzzy and wide-eyed, but he's been through some shit, alright, and he's not too keen on taking chances.

It's got weird deformed front paws, and it's tiny, like, maybe two handfuls if he's generous, and it's sopping wet from the rain the night before and there's just something about it's big, sad eyes that makes him think too much of the party. And, well, he'd want someone to take the kids in if they were left in the rain, right?

He tells himself firmly that he's just going to dry it off. Maybe give it a little snack for the road. It's what any decent person would do, and it'd stave off some of the guilt he'd feel when he'd have to set it outside by the woods.

And then he thinks about Robin's rant about rabies, and he's looking up the number to the nearest animal hospital. Their next availability isn't until the morning, and he's not going to let the damn thing just get soaked again just to take it to the vet the next day, so he sets up a little bed made out of a spare trunk in the attic, an old pillow, and bedding from the guest room closet that had that weird pink floral pattern the kids threatened to burn if they had to see it on their bed again.

And when he goes the receptionist looks startled, and he gets defensive of the little thing because hey just because it has weird little paws doesn't mean they can make fun of it. He can't quite make out what they say, his hearing's been going out in his left ear and they're talking too fast for him to catch, but he thinks they mention something about it being a girl in there somewhere.

He pays for the vaccination and drives them back home.

And he sort of gets to thinking.

Because Claudia had been talking about how feral cats were becoming a problem, like, ecologically or whatever. Killing local birds and overpopulating and all that shit, and, it'd kind of be irresponsible of him to just let her loose right?

He makes a quick run into the nearest pet store, keeps the little thing tucked inside his hoodie pocket because she seems to like it there. And he keeps one hand in the pocket to make sure she doesn't try to escape and her weird little paws grasp his thumb and he feels a lurch in his chest, and well, fuck.

In for a penny and all that.

He gets her a nice big crate because he doesn't think she should be let loose while she's still so young when he can't be home. And an actual bed that's raised on three sides and got this black and pink plaid pattern he thinks would go with his ugly room wallpaper in a funny way. And two little pink bowls with little princess crowns on them. And a cute collar with different shaped tags he can get custom engraved. And a bunch of toys because cats need a lot of mental stimulation, right? And he sees the cat sweaters and really just can't resist can he, she's so small what if she gets cold?

It's when he gets to the food he gets a little stumped. He reads the ingredients lists and there are a lot of words on there he doesn't understand and who the hell is just gunna feed their kitten random shit? And he finds a book on cat-food recipes and it's all the shit he eats anyways and figures that's probably safer for his baby kitten.

He gets home, his kitten (freshly dubbed Rhiannon because he was listening to Fleetwood in the car on the way to the vet and, sorry kitty, he was not going to share a name by calling her Stevie) still tucked away all happy in his pocket while he gets her set up.

He gets to making up some of those recipes, pulling out a stack of tupperware containers so he can stock up and freeze her food for the week, and she climbs out of his pocket to sit on his hip. Tews had never done something like that, but she was a shoulder cat, so he guessed different pets all had their things.

He's in the middle of dividing the food up when the doorbell rings, and he's really careful about making sure he has a hold on her so she doesn't try to wiggle out and escape while he answers the door.

It's Eddie, he'd almost forgotten they made plans in all the excitement. He's got his usual smirk stretched across his face, pulling at the scar on his cheek for just a moment before his eye catches on Rhiannon. He blinks a couple of times, and Steve smiles wide as he prepares to introduce the new member of the party.

Eddie cuts him off though, pure confusion on his face as he takes in his new girl.

"Harrington. Why the fuck do you have a raccoon?"

#don't ask me what this was #steve harrington #steve harrington the accidental raccoon father #i see trailer park raccoon dad Eddie and raise you accidental raccoon mom Steve #pyreposting

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ollypopwrites · 2 months

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Gale x Druid!Tav 🌿 Bonding with Tara

Rating: T (very brief and subtle mention of sex)

Notes: this is v domestic and I love Tara

Tara only gets to meet Tav briefly in the city but she’s known Gale long enough to know that look in his eye

Shes got manners so she’s not rude necessarily but she is stand-offish with Tav because well… she’s protective as much as Gale considers her his most dear and oldest friend he is hers and his mother is hers and he means so much to her

And Mystra well… I have a feeling Tara has some strong opinions on her. so naturally she’s cautious where she thinks he won’t be because he’s earnest and romantic and loves with his whole damn soul

And I talked about it before but! Tav and Gale have only known each other a short time, and they are certainly forged in fire so to speak but from the outside this whole thing looks like fiery whirlwind of feelings and fears of dying or becoming illithid

And Tara has concerns about that: is it going to fizzle out as quickly as it started? Is her Mr. Dekarios going to be left alone again sequestered in his tower? Is this flame going to burn him and leave another scar on his body and soul?

So if Tav accepts gales proposal and goes to Waterdeep Tara is not sure about the whole thing

And tav is… just a bit rugged in the space of Gale’s tower which can get dusty sure, and trinkets and books and quills are always somehow littered everywhere but its not quite the same

Tav’s shoes seem to always be steeped in 6 inches of mud, there’s dirt under fingernails, flowers or leaves in their hair and if Tav isn’t wearing those damned muddy shoes then they’re BAREFOOT and for all intents and purposes Tara feels like Gale found a feral stray animal and decided to bring it into the house

But Gale really enjoys it? He’s ready to renovate the tower so Tav can have a big greenhouse, space for more animals and they’re going on more outings to explore the wildlife around the harbors and beaches and Gale is beginning to sport a lovely tan and Tara isn’t sure she’s ever seen him spend so much time out of the tower but he’s practically glowing and she’s hard pressed not to be pleased he found someone who will literally make him touch grass

And despite being a Druid Tav doesn’t care when Tara hunts little mice and errant birds (which she definitely made a show of dropping small animal carcasses on the windowsill to once Tav nursed some injured bird back to health) but Tav just shrugged cuz circle of life and all that just please none of my pets thank you ms. Tara

She also lingered in the bedroom many a night because she’s a little shit who knows Gale won’t even take off his shirt if she’s there but then they started locking themselves in the bathroom and she flies off to his mothers house the moment she hears bath water start sloshing through the door

She admires the fact that Tav is not put off by Tara’s incredibly forced indifference and tendency to sit between them in the study because well Tav understands nature and she knows sometimes creatures become attached or just simply don’t want you to fuss over them or even touch them and Tara is of course, not a cat but a tressym, but the point still stands and Tav is just not bothered by any of it they’re very happy to simply cohabitate with a disinterested Tara

It isn’t until Tav wildshapes into a cat to sleep in a rare patch of sunlight during the winter that Tara breaks down

She comes over, at first sitting next to Tav and looking at her oddly but Tav just rolls onto her side and continues napping

With the unpracticed grace of a tressym who despite all her higher knowledge and powers loves scratches behind the ears and the spot on the window to watch birds fly by, she flops down to lay with Tav and its… actually quite nice especially when TAV STARTS PURRING.

And it feels nice to cuddle with someone cat-shaped almost, it taps into some far gone memory of piling with family

Thus the winter of snuggles begins where they lay in the sun and play fight and do Cat Things and Tara always flys off if she hears Gale coming around the corner and Tav never tells him about it so she’s spared any teasing and Tav never brings it up ever so as not to embarrass her

Until one day Gale finds them deeeeeeeep in a midday nap but decides not to tell them he found them

And he definitely was not teary eyed about it either that was dust in his eye

#tara the tressym #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #Olly writes

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tokoyamisstuff · 7 months

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You get them a cat HC's

Featuring Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy and Kuro!

Warnings: None.

Notes: GN! Reader

A/N: I just needed to get this silly little idea out of my head!

"Oh? Well, I guess another one won't hurt."

Turns out his castle is a refuge for all kinds of animals. He's taking care of injured or abandoned beings of all sort.

Let's be honest, his personality has a lot of a feral cat as well. You find the similarities hilarious, while he still can't see it.

One time you walked in on him petting it - one of the rare occasions you ever saw him smile.

Loves when the cat sits on his lap while he's in his armchair by the fire, sipping on a glass of wine. An adorable image, and his favourite kind of self-care.

It will rub itself against his beard all the time. Who can blame it?

Needs at least one new outfit a week since the cat will always wreck the feather of his hat or scratch his leather clothes.

Talks to it with a way higher voice than usually, and yes, he does babytalk.

-><--><--><--><-

"Great idea! I actually thought about getting a mascot for the crew anyways."

This man is like a Disney Princess. Just gives off a vibe that makes an animal automatically love him.

Is pretty chill about standard annoying cat behavior. This pet will be misbehaving a lot since he just takes everything with a smile. Can't really be mad at all.

It will probably have a standard seat on his shoulder and loves hiding under his cape.

Always buys snacks when he's on land and even shares his meal with it.

Talks about the cat as if it's an actual person, and talks a lot. Literally his new bestie, you're almost jealous.

This animal has seen some shit. He'll definetly not go anywhere without it and do some weird party tricks when drunk.

Would protect it with his life, certainly.

Poor guy is actually a lil' bit allergic, but endures for your and it's sake.

-><--><--><--><-

"...fine. But if it goes anywhere near my stuff I'll throw it overboard!"

Will have a full blown rant about how cats are ungrateful and illoyal little shits.

Isn't actually an animal person in general. Especially cats and dogs are a little too fascinated with his nose for his liking - it looks like a toy, after all.

It follows him around despite his best efforts not to. He gets used to it quickly however and starts talking to it. It helps him get his thoughts in order, actually.

Lets you keep it in the end because this man just can't say no to any of your wishes. Won't admit it though, probably says it's because they're useful to catch mice on the ship or something.

Throws a tantrum at least once a day, especially when the cat got anywhere near his maps.

Unsuccessfully tries to teach it any tricks for them to participate in the circus.

Is often caught juggling for it and acts like the cat just happened to be there while he was practicing.

It's an open secret that he adores this animal. It's also the only one allowed to sit on his throne besides him.

-><--><--><--><-

"...what an astonishing creature, indeed."

It takes everything in this man to not drop the facade.

Wants to keep it so badly but hesistantly talks about hygiene and how the cat's presence may negatively affect Kaya's health.

He's actually the most skilled when it comes to properly train those stubborn creatures.

Anyways, he still will get scratched and hissed at. It breaks his heart.

Indulges it as good as he can. Only the best food, it's own room in the mansion and always new toys.

Always nerds out some biological or historical facts about those animals.

Loves to absentmindedly stroke it's fur whenever it sits on his lap. Looks like a Bond villain when doing so.

#one piece #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #kuro x reader #headcanons #writing #self insert #dracule mihawk #buggy d clown #shanks #captain kuro

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Is it possible for us to see the rest of the boys and their demons discovering Hush? I think it would be hilarious considering Ghost and Price are so anti people getting demons, especially since Soap summoned one himself and ended up with someone so high ranking

This got very silly as I was thinking about it. I think the rest of the demons are all excited about having more demons in the ranks, and generally I think demons behave a lot like feral little creatures. Like pack oriented cats. Or ferrets. I'm losing my point.

Anyway, they're all very cognizant of each other and can tell almost immediately that there's something or someone riding in another soldier's shadow(as we've seen with Price and Die). So here's Soap showing up with Hush.

There's a sort of unspoken rule in the 141 these days. That even though they all know about them, the demons have to stay hidden even when it's just the inner circle. Which makes down time a little awkward. They all know, but with Soap out of the loop it feels almost unfair to have the other demons out and about. The demons stay in their shadows, and the men don't mention a word about them. Luckily they're all fairly well trained in keeping secrets.

The TV blares in the background, a footie match no one is watching. Ghost's leg bounces, his foot tapping a rapid beat against the floor, eyes on the screen but unseeing. Gaz rests his head against his fist, reading a book that he won't say Luck recommended. Similarly Price is flipping through a file, circling points on a map and occasionally murmuring to an unseen partner. Soap, it would seem, is the only one missing the party.

That's for the best. He's only recently gotten back from some heavy recon gone wrong, and is still getting patched up in medical. It's set the whole team on edge, no one happy about the scare.

"Are you and-" Gaz starts not looking up from his book.

"No," Ghost cuts him off, then lets out a tense breath, "Sort of, it's complicated."

"Make it uncomplicated," Price tells him from his chair, circling something in the folder he's looking over.

"It's not-" Ghost starts, spotting Soap coming into the room, "Thank god," He mutters, cutting himself off. This is another unspoken rule; not talking about the demons when the only one of them without one is around. The shadows around the room bristle, spiking and arching like a nervous cat.

Each demon in the room pops excitedly into visibility.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" Like a flock of seagulls the other demons in the room rush Soap, shoving him out of the way to jump his shadow. You groan, and catch Die before she can do any damage to your charge. She clamors to hang onto your arm, while Luck ducks to hug around your waist. Even Price joins the dog pile, their usual unflappable demeanor giving way to a wide smile as they tackle you and your barnacles to the ground with a hug.

"Steamin' Jesus what is goin' on?" Soap asks as you try to wrestle the overly affectionate demons scrambling to lay on top of you.

"Could be askin' you the same thing Johnny," Ghost turns to glares at him over the back of the couch.

"Agreed, I thought I was clear on my thoughts regarding," Price waves his hand at the pile of demons on the floor, "summonings."

"He asked you too?" Ghost looks at Price.

Gaz is already up knocking his knuckles silently against Soap's in approval. Soap gives him a quick smile and raise of the brows. You manage to push Die off her perch on your chest, and try to get to your feet. Luck clings to your arm, and you lift them with you, holding your arm up to let them hang off your bicep. At least Price seems aware of their position as a senior officer. Their hands against your back to keep you upright as Die tries again to knock you off your feet.

"When did you get topside?" Luck asks, holding their feet up to truly dangle off your arm.

"Maybe a week ago? Been busy or I would've said 'hi' sooner," You catch Die with your free hand, and twist her into a headlock.

"A week ago," Soap cringes at his Captain's voice, "You were summoning a demon in the middle of a mission."

"Was in a safe house," Soap grumbles. "That one gave me the ritual," He points at Luck. You glance down at them, they quickly plant their feet back on the ground and stand at attention. Gaz holds back a smile, trying to look stern.

"Christ," Price pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a heavy sigh. You superior officer has already gone to stand by him, doing their best to look disapproving. It's not a bad show of it, if you're being honest. "Alright," Price relents, you both know there's no getting rid of you now, "Name?"

"Hush." You and Soap tell him at the same time. The demon Price gives you a quick thumbs up, while the human one looks decidedly not amused by the situation. You think this is going to be fun. Soap flashes you a smile. Yeah, this is going to be a blast.

#demon!darlings au #oc: hush #oc: die #oc: luck #oc: price #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #x reader #x oc #although there isn't really anything romantic going on #unless u count the rest of the demons loving Hush #demons are pack animals lol #I think they're mostly just excited because now they don't have to stay hidden around the boys #Soap gets stuck cleaning the bathroom for a month

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agentdilfhotchner · 3 months

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random question.. do you have any hotchniss headcanons? 🫣

// okay, so i do not ship hotchniss as much as jemily, BUT i do think they’d be really good together, soo i wanted to throw my thoughts about this power couple out there. this is also my first time doing something like this so i apologize if it’s ass ✨🫶

MY HOTCHNISS HEADCANONS:

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡˚॰°ₒ৹๐

- Emily and Aaron both took dance when they were younger. Hotch was kinda forced to by his mother but secretly liked it, especially the being partnered up with pretty girls part. Emily was a full on pro ballerina by age nine. She still takes ballet classes in her free time because it helps ease anxiety. Definitely giving black widow movie vibes, like spy AND ballerina, we love to see it. Anyway, they bond over this when they first get together and decided to take couples classes. They do anything from salsa dancing to tap, Emily even persuades Hotch to take a dirty dancing class, AND HE IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD?!? The man is so tender and likes to take his time in a relationship so the intimacy in dirty dancing is like second nature to him and Emily definitely isn’t mad about it.

- They are both very much married to their work so every now and then they have to take a step back and remind themselves, and sometimes each other, that work isn’t the most important thing anymore. Hotch is actually better at making time because he’s had so many years with Jack. I also like to think that Emily is the Unit Chief and Aaron has semi retired but helps consult on cases across the country by the time they get together. Emily is definitely in charge of planning trips for the two of them, plus Jack whenever he wants to tag along.

- very much the definition of ‘touch him/her and i’ll kill you.’ vibes. They are both VERY passionate creatures and do get jealous often. Definitely not in a toxic way, they just love each other so much and never want the other to feel disrespected. Hotch will always have a hand on the small of her back when they are walking together. Emily eats ALL of it up cause her man is completely whipped for her.

- Aaron goes absolutely feral when Emily speaks French or any other language. He literally turns into Gomez Addams and is just like ‘My wife is the most gorgeous, smartest person to ever live!’

- Emily instantly connects with Jack because although her mother is still alive, Emily rarely got to spend time with her. So she definitely feels like she is healing a part of her younger self by being there for Jack. I don’t see Aaron and Emily having kids of their own. Jack being enough for Aaron and Emily maybe feeling as though she wouldn’t be a good mother. Aaron tells her how ridiculous that is because she’s a natural with Jack, but ultimately they decided to just focus on raising him.

- Emily does have five fur babies to take care of though. Soon after her and Aaron got married he gifted her with a cat he adopted from the pound. Little did he or the vet at the pound know that the cat was pregnant, so a couple months later the Hotchner family discovered a little surprise in the form of six baby kittens. Aaron talked Emily into giving two of them away, one to Spencer and one to JJ, but Emily insisted on keeping the rest. Of course Aaron couldn’t say no to her 🫶

- Aaron has a lot of PTSD from what happened with Haley. He has night terrors sometimes so bad that Emily finds him shaking and sobbing in his sleep some nights. If Emily takes to long running errands or maybe doesn’t answer a text over a certain amount of time Aaron’s anxiety sky rockets. But Emily is so patient with him. Staying up late to soothe him and going with him to his therapy sessions just to hold his hand in the waiting room. She’s his number one supporter and he doesn’t take that for granted.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #emily prentiss #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss

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lixxen · 3 months

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(pulls out notes and glasses)

Here's a ton of scenes I am going to update previous chapters of my feral Branch AU with before I post the Trolls 3 portion. No particular order since I don't know where I'm going to put them yet (I'm nowhere done with Trolls 3 OR the extras chapter)

Branch grooming Poppy like a cat

Branch losing his baby teeth and his fangs come in

Branch hunting creatures

The Snack Pack full intro (emphasis on Creek)

Branch as a kid by himself in the wild

Branch figuring out plumbing and water systems

Branch forming his own writing system over the years

Branch with Satin and Chanelle

Branch interacting with trollings

Branch seeing BroZone merch within the village

Poppy and Branch hanging out Post 1, Pre World Tour (have a conversation about Creek)

Post Trolls 1, Poppy opens up about an uncle who she misses. He left the village one day almost ten to fifteen years ago. This will be Jason Schwartzman's character from the original concepts of the movie.

Bridget and Poppy scrapbooking while Branch watches. Talk about Trolls Holiday

And then here's a few scenes that will either be in an Extras Chapter or the Trolls 3 chapter

Putt Putt OC with Clay at sad book club

Viva and Clay meeting! (Viva is feral after she disappears for about three years; after putting together the putt putts. Clay is gray during this time)

JD going to the troll tree to find Branch but it's empty

Floyd and his adventure outside of the troll tree

JD and Grayer (this won't make sense right now)

And if you got this far, I want someone's genuine opinion. The parts right now are really big, 15k words each almost, and I feel like they're too long. Should I chunk them up more? Just so it's digestible. Mostly after I get the other parts done.

Idk. I'll ask the readers on AO3 but I thought I'd ask yall

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Hannibal's puppy

Hannibal goes to a pound to find a pet. He chooses a day at random to come in, however the day he picks is the day all the pets are getting slicked! That means all the pets have to get their slick glands emptied. He finds the perfect boy, Will. Will is sweet and perfect in every way. However Will has problems with getting slicked because of a nurse. Hannibal to the rescue.

Cute, sweet, lots of cuddling and comfort. Fluffy.

“Hello, yes I’m here to look around. I’m looking for a puppy!” Hannibal said to the young man sitting behind the counter. He was quite excited.

“Wonderful! We’re actually going through and slicking them right now so you can see them doing that today too. We do have full chalk ups of their medicals though once you pay the adoption fees.” The boy explained cheerfully. He wasn’t dressed like the nurses so Hannibal assumed he was just a secretary for the pound. He happily stood up and showed Hannibal to the back.

There were vets in two of the kennels and whining pets everywhere. The smell of slick was heavy in the air. There were two cute little bunny girls getting their go at the knotting toys right then. So Hannibal looked around trying to find some pups. Lots of bunnies, cats, and thin things that looked to be much too playful and bouncy for his taste.

Then he spotted him. Big round eyes, flopped over ears, curly messy mop of brown hair, rough looking stubble, and a slim perfectly lean muscles body.

Hannibal made a beeline for that kennel. He stopped in front of it and the little pup looked up at him.

“Hello darling, what’s your name?” Hannibal asked as he got down on one knee. The puppy was playing with his own toes and waggling a little bit.

“‘M Will. You talk funny but you pretty so it’s okay.” Will explained. Hannibal chucked a bit. This was definitely his pup. Blunt, dumb, but witty.

“Yes I suppose I do sound funny to you. I think you’re pretty too, Will. Why don’t you come sit over here so I can really see you and we can talk.” Hannibal said as he sat down on the floor in front of the kennel. Will just rolled over and around so he was laying on his back with his face near the door. His belly looked thin, too thin for Hannibal’s taste but not like he suffered from malnutrition.

“Oh silly pup. Have you been slicked yet? Have you eaten lunch yet?” Hannibal asked. Will was coming with him today, Hannibal already decided, and wanted him to be perfectly alright before they left. Though Hannibal was already coming up with meal plans for the pup. Plenty of nice fattening foods and sweets.

“Nope. Nurse Ashley always slicks me last cause I take a long time. I hate it.” Will said. He popped the p when he said nope. Nurse Ashley must be either the bubbly brunette woman or the strong looking blonde.

“Why do you hate it? Do they hurt you?” Hannibal asked. He wanted to make sure these people weren’t abusing these sweet little creatures. Will was gazing up at him. Just to look. Hannibal was pretty handsome. He looked strong and he had… an air about him. Something sharp yet rounded, it made Will want to lick his face.

“Nah, don’t hurt. Just takes forever. I don’t get nothin hold onto. Like cuddlin’ things when I get slicked. I gets nervous.” Will said and rolled onto his tummy. He pushed himself up and sat on his knees. He was so cute, though Hannibal.

“Well darling how about you hold onto me because I think you will be coming home with me today. I’ll keep you nice and safe so you don’t have to be as nervous, poor little pup-pup.” Hannibal said and smiled. He watched the puppy cock his head and then gasp. Will broke out in a big toothy smile. His sharp canines caused Hannibal a sharp intake of breath. They were so… perfect. Sharp and feral. Will rocked back and forth excitedly.

“Really! You take me? Home? Home with Hammibal?!” Will yipped happily. His tail was swooshing behind him. Will howled lightly but a worker ‘Ch”ed him. He shut his mouth but his ears were perky in his mess of hair on his head. Hannibal chuckled and smiled as he stood up. He would go retrieve the papers and fill them out while sitting with Will. Hannibal stood and looked down at the pup.

“Yes, baby. You’re coming home with Hannibal. Is that what you want to call me?” Hannibal asked. Pets like to call their owners all sorts of stuff. Master, Owner, Mister or Mistress, Mama or Dada, Daddy or Mommy, or just their names. Hannibal assumed Will wouldn’t want to call him by his name since he couldn’t even exactly say it.

Will looked over Hannibal again with a thoughtful expression. Then he looked back up at the older man’s face and smiled.

“How ‘bout Daddy? Can I call Hammibal Daddy?” Will asked and wagged his tail slowly. Hannibal couldn’t help but blush a bit. He had hoped that was what Will wanted.

“Of course Will. Now let me go get the papers, my sweet baby.” Hannibal said and pushed his fingers through the spaces in the kennel door. Will happily leaned to shove his head against Hannibal’s fingers. Hannibal scratched at his curly hair for a moment before leaving to the front desk.

“I think I found the one I want. Kennel 7, Will.” Hannibal said and soon he was walking back to Will, clipboard in hand.

“Will, you aren’t neutered? You haven’t had anything done and you’re almost thirty five? Were you a farm dog?” Hannibal asked as he read over Will’s papers. He wasn’t docked, cropped, or cut. His papers say he was given up because his past owners, breeders probably, got too old to take care of him. Usually older pets got cut once they arrived at places like this. Will was smiling as he pulled and palmed at his chew ring.

“Yep! I watched the porch. My ole owner tried to use me to breed but I didn’t like it so I didn’t. Does you do that or am I get to be a house doggy?” Will questioned. Hannibal was so glad Will spoke freely, some pets didn’t.

“Well you’re going to be a house pet but we can go on walks whenever you like. You can have anything you want now Will. I’m going to take really good care of you, my pretty pup.” Hannibal said as he signed where he needed. Will perked up and wagged, his ears straight on his head.

“Anything?! Can you buy me a tebby bear and crackers? I love teddies but I never get one. They only give the cute ones the nice toys. I got my nice chewy though! I really like it but I like cuddly toys more. And and crackers! The long rectangle ones with salt cause those are my favorites. Can I have those Daddy? Will you get ‘em for me?” Will said excitedly. Hannibal smiled at him. Will really was perfect. So bouncy yet not overly like younger pets, smart and talkative and able to say most words properly. All he wanted was a stuffed animal and some club crackers?

“I’ll get you as many bears as you want. We can stop by the store on our way home and pick you up some crackers, too. Is there anything else you want? You can have anything.” Hannibal said. Surely the pup could think of something else he want-

“Nope. Just a bear and some cackers pease! Can I go home yet?” Will said and looked at Hannibal with his bottom lip stuck out. Hannibal stood up with his newly signed papers.

“I’ll see if you can get slicked soon. You gotta get all empty before you leave, it’s just the rules. Next time I’ll take care of it, okay? I’ll go see.” Hannibal explained and Will humphed and nodded. He wanted to go home with daddy already. He wanted to get his new bear and he wanted his crackers. Daddy said he would get them for him. Will liked Hannibal.

Will looked at the other pets who were getting slicked. A thin red scaled snake boy and a chubby fluffy white haired ragdoll boy. Will liked the kitty boy, he was nice and smart and liked to talk during play time.

When Hannibal returned he had Will’s full attention.

“Once these two are done they’re going to let you go ahead. Do you want me to help you still? If you do, they're going to take you to an exam room instead of out here.” Hannibal explained to Will. Will bit his lip and thought for a moment.

“Yep, I still want daddy to hode me. Is they taking me to the doctor room so I can be on the table?” Will asked. He had been in the exam room before. When he got a stick stuck in his mouth or when that snake boy bit him. Hannibal smiled.

“What a smart boy you are! Yes, so you can be on the table. That way you can hold onto my chest and be closer to my neck if you want. I know doggy noses are so sensitive.” Hannibal said and reached through and booped Will’s nose. Hannibal couldn’t be happier with the pup. Hannibal sat down onto his butt and looked over at the nurses who were coaching the two pets who were getting their turn on the shaking machines. The nurses seemed to be being kind to them. They let the two hold hands and they were wiping away sweat from their faces. Hannibal even heard one encouraging the thinner one to keep going.

“Will, do they treat you like that? Do they treat the other pups like that when you get all congested?” Hannibal asked.

“Not really. They don’t treat us or da bears as good as the not us. They really like them two though cause they’re old and they usually take care of each udder. They don’t like older pups doe…” Will ended sadly. Hannibal nodded. It made him almost mad to know the people here don’t treat all these perfect wonderful creatures the same.

“That’s alright baby. They shouldn't do that but soon you’ll be living with me and I’ll treat you like the little prince you are.“ Hannibal said and Will clunked his head against the bars so Hannibal could scratch at his hair and rub his ears.

“Mrs. Lecter you can use the exam room now. Nurse Ashley’s waiting in there. We’ll have a little take home kit for you up from when you’re done! Happy adoption day Will! I hope this is a good fit! Make sure to eat lots of crackers for me!” Said the young man who had shown Hannibal back. He looked like he had tears in his eyes. Hannibal looked at him for a moment.

“Sorry I just-” He got choked up for a moment but waved it off for a moment and continued in a forced crackling voice.”Will’s been here for a while and sometimes I let him sit by the desk because he’s so well behaved. I’m not allowed to come and actually help or anything but I’ve snuck him crackers from my lunches a few times and he just-” The boy let out a few tears but smiled as he dabbed them away with his sleeves. “He just lights up like it’s Christmas. I hope you take real good care of him. The nurses and techs don’t really care for him but I - I sure do. Sorry I’m such a wreck.” The boy said and pushed his hand to pet Will before unlocking the kennel. Will stretched and stood up on his feet. He pressed his face into the side of the young man who continued crying but spoke softly to the pup.

“You have fun now Will. You’re going to a nice new home. Behave, remember your manners, and make sure to be polite.” The young man said and looked at Will’s smiley face before turning and hurrying away.

“That my friend. He feeds me cheesy poofies.” Will said flumped onto Hannibal’s chest. Hannibal put his arms under Will’s and nuzzled into the pup’s hair.

“Come on my dear, let’s get you all empty then we can go home. How does that sound?” Hannibal said as he ran his hands around Will’s back, he was surprised at how muscular it felt under the thin white shirt. Will wagged and raised his head to give Hannibal a small lick on his cheek.

“Yes please, daddy.” Will said moved to stand behind Hannibal with his hand on Hannibal’s waist. ‘ Follow’ position. A good trained position that kept pet’s close to owner’s especially in crowded or stressful spaces.

“Good boy!” Hannibal said and walked to the exam room door and pushed it open. The strong looking blonde woman stood with a sour look on her face, Ashley.

“On the table. Why do you constantly wear these when you know you’re geting slicked.” the nurse said in a mean voice as Will hurried to get on the table. She roughly pulled down Will’s shorts. Hannibal was furious when the vet turned to him and said

“You know we have other pets who aren’t so difficult. Prettier and much younger too.” Hannibal had to school his emotions. Once this was over and Will was home and settled he would put in a complaint about this woman. Will got positioned so he was facing away from the nurse on his knees spread, hands on the table.

“I find that I am already quite attached to Will. I do not need a younger dog, I need a companion to accompany me home.” Hannibal said and moved so he could scratch at Will’s stumbly chin. The pup relaxed and leaned into Hannibal’s hand but jumped when something slammed onto the table.

“Well, Mr. Lecter, I’m just trying to help. Will is the worst dog I’ve ever had to deal with. He’s rude, stubborn, he complains constantly, and he’s so needy. While all the other pets we have happily and gratefully accept the chance to get slicked and have some fun, Will here complains and whines and then on top of all that he cries. I really think you should look around again.” Ashley explained as the messily put a large vial of something clear, a large syringe, and a much too large for Will vibrator. Hannibal was furious and he got close to Will so he could cover his flopped over ear. Will was so stiff, so tense, but he let Hannibal silence the world to him.

“I will have your head on a stake if you say anything so rude and uncalled for about my dog. If you do not leave right now I will sink this entire establishment. Go.” Hannibal growled at the woman whose face rapidly lost all color. She walked back toward the door hurriedly.

“Ok-kay sir, I’ll go get Linni. Sorry Sir.” Ahsley said and slipped out of the door. Hannibal uncovered Will’s ears and petted them. He bent and kissed Will’s forehead through the loose curls that sat there. The pup looked up at him with a confused face.

“What happened? We going home now?” Will asked, his eyes looked hopeful. Hannibal got even closer so Will’s face was near his shoulder and he ran his fingers through the curly hair. Will happily moved his hands to wrap around Hannibal’s shoulders, sitting up on his knees. Will gently placed his chin over Hannibal’s shoulder, breathing deeply.

“No Miss Ashley decided that the other vet is going to come take care of us. Just try to stay relax, baby.” Hannibal whispered into Will’s ear. Will was resting relaxed and warm against him. Hannibal could feel the pup’s hot breath against his neck. After a moment the brunette woman walked in quietly. She looked nervous but smiled still at Hannibal.

“Hello… Doctor Lecter! Ashley told me that you’d prefer it if she didn’t administer this procedure. Well I’m Linni Cown, I usually don’t tend to the dogs. I actually take care of the birds, reptiles, and half the felines but I’m happy to do this last one for Will. William, how’re we doing?” the blue scrub clad woman said as she looked over what had been sat out. She picked up and looked at the instrument that was used for the slicking process with drawn up eyebrows and confused look. Will stayed rather relaxed and leaned his head against Hannibal’s neck.

“‘M cold. I ‘anna go home wif daddy already.” Will said and shivered a small bit. The exam room was somewhat cold and Ashely had bared his bottom and genitals to the cold air. Linni hummed and slipped on a new pair of blue medical gloves.

“Well I think we have a blankie around here somewhere you can have until you’re done. I think I need to use a different sized instrument though. Will, sweety, do you remember what number class you’re in?” Linni said and turned to dig through the cabinets. She pulled out what looked like a thermal pink towel and looked back at him. Hannibal rubbed up and down Will’s back.

“I dunno. Nurse Ashley nev’r told me nothin’.” Will muttered and scooted a little closer to Hannibal so his chest was against Hannibal’s. The vet nodded and looked at Hannibal mouthing ‘ Do you have his papers’. Hannibal nodded and pulled out the papers he had received. He handed them over to the vet who read them over quickly before looking at the toy that had been placed out in disbelief and then at Will. She shook her head and went to retrieve a different vibrator.

“You’re doing super well. You can throw that blanket up over you however you want. Just leave your tail out the bottom, okay? I think the other vet accidentally left out the wrong slicker. You’re in the blue B class for your size and weight and age. Silly Miss Ashley left a red B class toy out. That’s far too big.” The vet said. Hannibal could tell she was angry but Will was none the wiser as he sat back on his heels to get the pink blanket. Will smiled as he unfolded it and threw it up over his head so it covered his back. The pup then went right back to holding himself close to his daddy.

“Oh, If it doesn’t mention in his papers, usually on any dog over the age of twenty five we use artificial slick to help them kinda get stimulated and get their own glands goin’.” The vet said as she used the syringe to draw up a decent amount of the clear fluid, lubricant.

“Where should I get that from? Pet stores or is it prescription?” Hannibal asked and watched the nurse put away the vial and grab a wet wipe.

“We’ll give you a vial that should last about two years, that is if you’re slicking every six months as we recommend. After that you can get it from any pet supply store and I’ve seen many people start ordering the thicker mixes from the internet. The thicker stuff is usually used for… stiffer patients. Like Will! Will, sweety, I’m gonna go ahead and put this inside and push it in okay?” Linni explained as she used one gloved had to hold his tail and open him up so she had access to his hole. She quickly used the wet wipe to clean around his hole. Will whined and squeezed his arms tighter around Hannibal’s shoulders.

“Yeah… it’s ‘ight.” Will mumbled and tried to flick his tail to the side.

The vet grabbed the syringe and placed it at Will’s entrance. Hannibal whispered into Will’s ear.

“Breathe Will. It’s alright, daddy’s here.” The older man said and Will went slack. The vet smiled and gently pushed the small nib at the end of the syringe into Will’s body. Hannibal rubbed up and down the pup’s back, cooing lightly. The nurse pulled back after a few moments.

“You did such a good job, Will. You are getting a treat after this! You’re doing such a good job. I’m going to position it under you now. You know what to do.” Linni said and moved the smaller blue toy, which had buttons on the wine flared base and a much smoother texture than the one previous to it. Once the tip of it touched Will’s now slick hole he sighed.

“Daddy…” Will whimpered and eased back a bit. Hannibal shushed him and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Will stopped for a moment and Hannibal could feel his eyebrows scrunch together. Will sat back a bit quicker until he was sitting on his heels, completely down on the instrument. He flicked his head back to throw the pink fabric off of him.

“That it? It usually hurt more. Wha happened?” Will said and looked at the nurse and then at Hannibal, switching a few times. He rose up and sat back down a few times. Nurse Linni smiled and pressed the first of four buttons, a slight hum filled the room. Will hugged Hannibal’s stomach and pressed his face into his owner’s chest.

“We’ll send you guys home with this size. I don’t know why she was forcing him onto that thing. That is for like… well bears your size and bigger. Poor baby.” Linni whispered to the doctor as she wrote a note on a small paper pad on the counter behind her.

Will was whining and panting while Hannibal pulled the blanket back up over his head like he had done moments before.

“Daddy! Daddy! Hnnn- Go- go ‘way. Go ‘way. Don’t g-get ick-y” Will stuttered and struggled out as he put his arms against Hannibal’s abdomen. He didn’t push but he let all his weight lean onto the doctor. Hannibal just shushed him and rubbed his back.

“You’re doing so well! What a good ki- doggy! Good doggy!” Linni said. She corrected herself and looked at Hannibal mouthing ‘ Sorry, used to cats.’ and Hannibal waved it off. Will hadn’t even noticed. He just whined and wiggled around. The vet had gotten what looked similar to a toilet seat cover, it was bigger though and much thicker, and placed it all around underneath Will.

“Babe I just put a pad down so daddy won’t get anything on him. You’re doing really well. Do you think I need to measure or can you tell me when you’re done?” Linni said to Will as she petted lightly on Will’s fluffy tail. Will relaxed completely and let his own slick easily slip past his rim and onto the pad below.

“I… I can tell you? I fought you tode me?” Will asked. He’d never gotten to say when he was done before. Linni closed her eyes and looked down for a moment. Hannibal could feel the anger radiating from her. Perhaps he should let her take the lead on… handling the other vet. She then took a deep breath and rubbed the small of Will’s back.

“Yes sweet sweet Will, you tell me when you feel like you don’t need this anymore and we’ll clean you up and get you going with daddy. If you get too sensitive or you feel tired or you start feeling a little nauseous, we’ll stop. If you just don’t feel like you need it, we’ll stop. You’re being so good so far so I’m trusting you to tell me or daddy okay?” Linni explained and continued to pet calmly down the brown tail.

Will nodded and let out loud breaths and small ‘uh’ and ‘ah ah’s as he wiggled around. Hannibal alternated between rubbing Will’s shoulders and back to petting his hair and rubbing his ears.

“N’more please. I don’t- I feel puk-y” Will muttered and clunked his head against Hannibal’s chest. The vet quickly turned off the shaking tool and slid it down out from where it sat shallowly inside the pup. Will whined and was swaying a bit. A big glob of slick slipped out of him and he gagged.

Hannibal quickly looked over to where a trash can but Linni was already handing him a blue barf bag to hold over Will’s mouth.

“Shhh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Poor thing.” Hannibal whispered as Will turned a rather rude pale color and gagged again.

“Here! Here! Drink.” Linni said as she quickly brought over a bottle filled with something fizzy and clear. Linni put the bottle to Will’s lips and looked at him sternly. Will reluctantly sipped it for a few seconds before the vet pulled it away and handed him a few crackers. “Eat.” She said in a solid no argument way. Will nibbled the two crackers and then burped.

“Sometimes Dogs can get nauseous during this. It’s nothing concerning. Some ginger ale and a few crackers usually helps. Um, ginger and peppermint can also help. I’ve heard that baby food can also help, but I’ve never tried it. I would always keep a trash can nearby just in case.” Linni said to Hannibal as she pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser. She wiped Will’s legs and his bottom as she spoke to the tired looking pup. Will’s eyelids drooped and he was leaning heavily on Hannibal’s chest again.

“You did so well! Good job telling me when you started to feel bad! That’s what you should always do. We never want you to get sick.” Linni said and threw away the soaked pad. She quickly pulled a pad of paper towels to hold under Will’s bum.

‘ Is he still awake? I think we need either a pad for his shorts or a pull up. He’s still really drippy. ’ Linni whispered. Hannibal looked down to see Will barely awake and drifting. Hannibal smiled and petted Will’s head for a moment.

“Go ahead and get a pull up. I’ll carry him out. Would you be a dear and go get all his send home stuff for me? I don’t want to have to put him down and pick him up again and again.” Hannibal whispered back with a charming smile. The vet nodded and turned around. She looked for a moment in the cabinet before turning back around to look at Will and then back at the cabinet before pulling out a white diaper and a dark green fabric cover.

“We’ll just wrap this on him and I’ll gather your things up in a bag. Let’s get him into the lobby, it’s much warmer.” Linni whispered and winked at the Doctor. She quickly wiped Will again before fixing the thick material around his hips and then covering it with the green cover. She slipped his shorts up to his knees and then to his hips when Hannibal picked him up off the table. Hannibal positioned him so his arms and head were over his shoulders and he could hold him with one arm under his bottom and one around his shoulders.

Soon Hannibal had a cheap blue tote full of papers and supplies and Will was getting a kiss from the secretary boy.

Will slept the entire time they drove home, all bundled in the blanket he had from his kennel. Hannibal was nervous but he left Will in the car as he ran into a toy store for a total of seven minutes. He had purchased a large dark brown teddy bear and put it in the back seat. Will stirred but he rolled and little and continued to sleep. Hannibal drove home smiling.

“Will, darling, perfect little puppy wuppy, we’re home.” Hannibal said in a silly voice as he rubbed Will’s shoulder. Will blinked away and turned his head to look at Hannibal. His hair was a mess and one of his ears was flipped backwards. “‘Ome?” Will said and looked to see his new house and brightened up and sat to look. Hannibal flipped his ear back and pulled him up from the car.

“Yep, you’re new home. I already went and put everything away so you can come on in.” Hannibal said as he brought Will to the door and watched the pup bounce slightly and wag excitedly.

“I’m so e’cited! Can I have crackers now? The rec’angle ones?” Will yapped happily as Hannibal led him through the entry. Will wagged and looked around with his mouth open as he walked through the house. Hannibal stopped by the kitchen. There was a box of plain ole club crackers sitting on the counter. Will spotted them and jumped around.

“Daddy! Daddy! Crackers! Crackers!” Will said and stood with his fingers holding the edge of the counter. He tapped his feet happily and his tail swished back and forth.

“Yup. I’ll get you a bowl and you can eat as many as you want and then we can just put a lid on them and you can keep them in your room.” Hannibal said and dug out a large blue tupperware out and opened the crackers, filling the bowl. Will looked like he could hardly contain himself, he bounced and wagged and smiled brightly, with his ears and up as they could get.

Soon Will was munching on his crackers happily as he looked around his new house with Hannibal. Hannibal opened one of the doors saying “This is yours”.

Will looked inside and gasped running over to climb onto the bed. Putting the bowl onto the floor haphazardly. The bear was sat atop plain blue flannel sheets. Will whined and yipped loudly.

“BEAR ” and Hannibal smiled.

This was a perfect fit.

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanfic #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram smut #will graham

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 8 months

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Listen I love FL he's such a scrunkly hehehehe such a blorbo, very happy shapes for my neuro divergent brain

My wife has joked to some of our friends that she's 86% sure that I'm a cryptid because of various factors (from being able to see well in complete darkness without any issues, calming down feral animals by just talking to said animal for a minute, etc).

And I'm thinking about FL with a reader that has cryptid energy and thinks he's just the cutest little guy ever hehehe like they're pretty weird in their own regard but they have a lot of heart and somehow have befriended lots of creatures throughout the world (from the regisvines to hilichurls to weenuts to the mushroom creatures, they're all about making friends)

*claps hands* hoyoverse make a character who is friends with Abyss Mages in a wholesome way, do it!!

you and Childe would get along famously since you both have a mischievous streak- when he's not on the clock, of course. your favorite activity is popping out from the shadows when he least expects it, acting like you've been there the whole time when you definitely weren't! he also adores how you become friends with any creatures you run across, ranging from cats all the way to the monsters of the wilderness (he swore he once saw you using an Abyss mage as a pillow), so he's not worried about introducing you to Foul Legacy at all

Foul Legacy, on the other hand, IS worried- what if he's the exception, the one monster you find terrifying? he wants you to like him as much as he likes you!! so when Childe finally allows him to meet you, he instantly tries to lower his head so he appears more friendly, less intimidating. luckily his worries are for naught, because you think he's the cutest, most beautiful beast you've ever seen, laughing with delight and cupping his cheeks so you can plant a kiss on his forehead. now whenever you happen to see Foul Legacy you immediately run towards him, hoisting yourself onto his shoulders so you can mess with his hair and horns, putting little flowers that you found earlier in his ginger locks

you both give shiny rocks to each other as gifts :)

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friedchickenlover01 · 2 years

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NSFW: Getting Artificially Bred By A Machine With A Monster’s Cum ( Breeding Trials )

Warnings - monster, rape / noncon, public sex ( doctors watching ), masturbation, lactation, degradation.

Authors note - fem reader, this series is inspired by the breeding trials series from @feral-and-or-horny.

You should’ve known there was something sketchy about this. To the anonymous mail sent towards you, to the single information you could never find after hours of dedicated research, and to the way you were immediately knocked out the moment you got into the white van. But i guess you were too curious. After all, the curiosity killed the cat.

Soon you opened your eyes to the unfamiliar room. You were trapped. Your arms and legs spread apart to each corners on the cold tray you were placed naked on. The leather restraints hurting your skins as the panic sets in. Soon you hear voices. With all the confusion and fear, you try to make out what they’re saying.

“Too bad the creature was deemed too dangerous for it to breed her directly.”

“ True, though i bet the whore would’ve loved it. I mean who comes here with just the information of a breeding experiment. What a slut”.

“Agreed. I wonder if we could have some fun with her later.”

“I hope so. I can’t wait to see how she would look like a whimpering, needing whore begging to be stuffed like the slut she is.”

The conversation was quickly followed by snickering and the sound of a large machine. You were trying to process this new information. Creature? Breed? What were they going to do to you?

You were took out of the line of thoughts as you turned your head to the two woman who were talking about you. Both had white coats, with the sentence stating they were doctors in some kind of government organisation. With one pushing a large machine that were making the same sound as before.

It was a large black cube with objects connected to it with four wheels on each corners. The machine had a large, long, smooth needle like filled with a yellowish white thick liquid. You quickly guessed it was cum. It had a black base with various buttons and handles on the opposite side of the needle. With a opening at the bottom which seemed to be closed and locked.

The woman pushing it had just placed the machine right it front of the entrance of your pussy, barely grazing your slit. You desperately tried to put some distance with no avail.

The two woman started to grab lube and one of them started apply it to the machine’s giant needle. The other one started to place gags in your mouth, and a strange machine that squeezed your nipples and breasts. With a flick, the machine on your chest started to move and stimulate your breasts. As almost trying to milk them.

Too occupied with what’s going on your breasts, you failed to recognise the other woman who was way too close to your slit, taking you by surprise when she shoves a lubed finger in you. “ Ha! You slut, you got this wet from that little stimulation on your chest?” While roughly and quickly as she thrusts more fingers into you, stretching and stuffing you. Your moans were muffled with grinding your hips against her slim fingers. “ I know you’re close, cum for mommy you dirty whore.” With her rubbing your clit’s sensitive bundles of nerves. You quickly came. The climax jolting your body as your squirted all over her fingers. As the woman quickly praises you for being a good slut, she quickly removed her fingers.

After experiencing climax, you slowly turned your head to the side. Your eyes grew wide as you saw behind the mirror was a dozen doctors and scientist writing down their notepads, observing you. Some were fingering themselves or were jerking off.

You were trying to process how all these strangers watched you cum, gasping in surprise as the woman suddenly pushed the machine’s large needle straight into your hole. Squirming and trying to accomodate such a large size as you felt you were going to be ripped apart.

The two woman left the room as they joined the group of people who were watching you.

Suddenly, “ Trial for breeding volunteer 69 with creature’s cum starting now” was spoken over the speaker.

As the needle started to pull out just when it was touching your slit, it violently thrusted back in, stuffing you. It pushed by your cervix and was stretching the top of your womb. The needle proceeded to spill the strange cum directly inside your womb, with only one shot of cum it pushed out, it completely stuffed your womb. It continued to roughly and quickly thrust and stuff you with its cum. Already by three shots, a massive puddle of cum was made under your hole.

Yet, even when it seemed to not have any more cum left. It continued to thrust inside of you. You soon realised that it was a way for you to start producing milk. As the machine on your chest started to crank up its stimulation, you were fucked out of your mind.

After an endless amount of time, the machine finally came to an end. The woman pulled the machine out of you as another one quickly plugged you as to stop from any cum leaking.

Finally, with all the stimulation came to an end. You slowly closed your eyes for your long waited sleep. Only to hear, “ start preparing for trial 2.”

#friedchickenlover01 #duck…#nandoslover028 #godduckcult #smut #fanfic #hornie #hornyyy #hornyramble #mommy k!nk #mommy milkers #lactating kink #breeding trials #tw noncon

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alleiwentcrazy · 1 year

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Eddie Munson finds great joy in collecting strays. That’s obvious.

With people, it’s quite pronounced. He treats the word “freak” like an acclaimed royal title, not some low insult. Eddie loves his freaks – he treats them with care, understanding and unmistakable devotion, always offering some sort of safe haven and an outlet for both their sadness and glee. Everyone who knows Eddie knows that.

It’s a bit less pronounced with other creatures. Although Eddie’s adventures with wild, sometimes even feral (or simply interdimensional) animals still present a sore spot for him, he’s never stopped caring about them and trusting them. Eddie has a whole clowder of half-domesticated cats wandering around the fields behind his trailer at all times, because he can’t seem to accept the fact that it’s impossible to efficiently help each and every one of them just like that. Sometimes their constant presence, walls-scratching and low mewling spawns some unwanted pictures and dreams in Eddie’s head, but he will never admit to that.

What’s even less obvious—even to Eddie himself, it seems—is that his relationship with all kinds of strays is, more or less, a two-way street.

Eddie takes after his strays more than he’s aware of. For example, he’s just a little more sarcastic when he’s back from hanging out with Max. He’s a little more excited about basketball when he picks up Lucas after his practice, even though he considers himself a sports’ sworn enemy. He’s a little more tentative and reflective when he gives El some advice about regrowing her hair, because he’s well-versed with how much of a pain in the ass it can be. And so on, and so forth.

It’s the same with his cats. He takes after them a lot.

Usually, it’s Steve who notices it first. He’s also the one who falls victim to Eddie’s cat-like habits.

The first time it happens, they’re “studying” for Eddie’s exams. He’s been forced to retake his senior year once again, but this time he’s doing everything in his power to get through it unscathed. Usually Nancy plays the role of his tutor, but Steve takes over when she can’t make it. He’s more like moral support than anything else, since Eddie studies best when he has someone to talk to, and Steve isn’t too confident about his academic skills to really tutor him, so he’s just happy to help and listen.

But it’s starting to get late, he had a morning shift and he’s finding it hard to fight off the drowsiness, especially because Eddie’s voice is deep, raspy and warm, and it makes him feel like he’s listening to some type of bedtime story.

“...so that’s why, I think, trig kinda sucks. But I’m getting the hang of it, I guess?”

He barely registers the meaning of the sentence. He’s so comfortable sitting under the blanket on Eddie’s bed everything loses importance. Moving his mouth seems to be an impossible task, so Steve just hums. When he cracks one eye open, Eddie’s looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“I’ll make some coffee,” he says, but Steve doesn’t even see him leave. He slides down and buries his face in the pillows.

He knows when Eddie comes back because the smell of coffee infiltrates his sleepy haze, but doesn’t motivate him enough to get up.

“Budge up,” he hears. Then a hand squeezes his shoulder, so he moves closer to the wall with a whine, squishing his cheek further into the pillow. Something warm settles beside him and he thinks, simply, that it’s really pleasant to be this cozy and comfortable before he drifts off for good.

When he opens his eyes in the morning, he’s welcomed by a very curious sight.

Eddie Munson sleeps like a cat.

He’s lying on his back, long hair only slightly tangled where it’s splayed over the pillow. When sunrays hit his face, he instinctively turns his head in the right direction and Steve almost expects him to make a noise—a noise that would most probably remind him of purring. Eddie’s limbs are spread out all over the bed and his whole body seems to be twisted to the side, but he still takes up a lot less space than anticipated. His left hip is pressed to Steve’s right, but it’s the only point of connection between them.

Steve has seen this sleeping position only once, when he met Robin’s cat, Biscuit. Biscuit supposedly hates Robin, but somehow trusts Steve, because he sleeps with his tummy out when Steve’s around. Just like Eddie.

Steve raises his brow and looks at Eddie’s sunlit face again. He’s peaceful and relaxed, unbothered by the noises coming from outside. When the sun moves again, Eddie moves with it, pressing his bony hip a little closer to Steve’s.

That’s curious indeed. Steve doesn’t want to dwell on how it makes him feel at the moment, so he just looks. It’s quite a sight.

Weeks pass, Eddie’s peculiar habits get more and more frequent—or maybe after that one night spent at the trailer Steve’s just more focused on taking note of them. His hypothesis that Eddie’s a lot like his animal companions of choice is being confirmed time and time again, mostly when Eddie falls asleep.

After some time, Steve notices that on top of preferring weird sleeping positions, Eddie also makes a habit of seeking other people’s warmth whenever he wants to take a nap. Steve honestly doesn’t think it’s anything personal; Eddie will fall asleep on anyone’s shoulder if they let him, but he seems to have a preference. The preference being Steve.

When Robin tries to comment on that, Steve silences her. Half because he doesn’t want to confront that yet, half because he enjoys it and doesn’t want to spook Eddie away. Sue him if he likes being needed, right?

The only time he kind of regrets letting Eddie cling to him is when they go to the beach with the kids.

It’s not even a real beach, but they’re set on enjoying it as much as they can. Eddie takes his van, Nancy takes the wagon, they pack everyone inside and get the hell out of Hawkins for a full day. The weather is perfect, the grass is green and soft, the lake is nothing like Lover’s Lake at home. If only because there are no horrible memories attached.

Steve’s off babysitting duties when Nancy announces lunch, everyone wolfs down their sandwiches and lounges lazily around the lake in the scorching afternoon sun.

There aren’t many things Steve enjoys more than good sunbathing. At home, he can’t really do that anymore. He can’t stand the pool and the chlorine, he can’t stand the sound of unnatural sloshing of the water. It all makes his head spin and before he knows it, he’s back inside, fully dressed and calling Robin to ease the panic.

It’s different here. He lays down on his fluffy towel and enjoys the sun, listening to Dustin’s happy squeals and Lucas’ joyful giggling.

Until he has to hiss, because glacially cold droplets of water hit his sternum and a shadow obscures the light. When he opens his eyes, Eddie Munson grins at him despite the glare he’s being welcomed with.

“Hiya,” he says, shaking his head like a dog. Steve scowls some more. “Move over, beauty queen.”

“Don’t you have your own towel?” he grumbles, but makes space nonetheless, all while desperately trying not to catch Robin’s eyes at the same time.

Eddie plops down beside him, immediately making himself comfortable in the sparse space Steve has left him. “Yeah, but yours is better. And you wouldn’t starve a man of his rightful summer afternoon nap, would you, Stevie?”

Steve closes his eyes, not letting go of the frown. “Stop yapping or I’ll throw you into the water again.”

“Will you carry me to the shore princess style this time? Because—Hey!” He finally shuts up when Steve elbows him.

When Robin wakes him up again, Eddie’s on his side, so close to Steve he can feel his steady breaths on his shoulder. Eddie’s both arms are thrown over Steve’s chest—because of course, even his side sleeping must be cat-like.

“Wake up, tiger,” she says, barely holding back a smirk. Steve knows this face too well.

“What are you…” Robin points at the sun and then at his chest. Steve’s brain is still a little hazy from his nap, so it takes him a while to understand what she means. When it hits him, his eyes get so big Robin can’t contain herself anymore. She lets out a loud cackle that soon transforms into a full laughing fit. Steve can’t even blame her for it.

Eddie stirs beside him. Slowly, he sits up and yawns. While he’s rubbing his eyes, Steve looks down at his chest in agony. It’s all red and scorched – all, aside from two pale stripes where Eddie’s arms were lying across his skin.

He sighs at it in disbelief while Robin cackles some more.

Overall, Steve quickly finds out that he really doesn’t mind the fact that Eddie includes him in his every nap when they’re together. In fact, he learns that he enjoys it so much he can’t imagine napping all by himself at this point.

But it’s all okay. And it’s not that unusual, right? They’ve all gotten really close since Vecna—even Nancy and Robin have some kind of secret proximity contract going on between them, it seems. It’s the magic of shared trauma and shared secrets that keeps them together and pulls them closer to each other every day.

At least that’s how Steve explains it to himself. That’s how he explains the comfort and sense of safety he gets every time Eddie’s back is pressed to his chest, when they’re breathing evenly and in sync. That’s how he sees it when he absent-mindedly reaches for Eddie’s hand when they’re falling asleep on the Munsons’ worn-out sofa. That’s how he feels when Eddie’s arms pull him closer.

Deep down, he knows it’s not usual at all. He’s had enough dates and romances to recognize when things cross the line, but he purposefully closes his eyes to that for the time being, letting himself enjoy the comfort and the safety of it all.

He learns the hard way that while both him and Eddie decide to stay oblivious, not everyone else does. And the fact that they never talk about it doesn’t help.

As per usual, when their monthly movie night with Nancy and Robin – the original Upside Down Bat Squad – comes, Steve and Eddie squeeze themselves into one loveseat. Eddie’s head drops to Steve’s shoulder almost immediately and he folds himself into a small human ball, pressing his side to Steve and going to sleep instantly.

Steve would love to take a nap himself, but the movie is just interesting enough to keep him in the half-dazed lethargy between sleep and consciousness. When he finally drifts off, it’s not for long.

He opens his eyes again when he registers the sudden lack of warmth beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie leave through the glass door in his living room. He wants to call after him, but before he does, he finally notices the muffled talk in the corridor. Nancy’s voice cuts through the silence first.

“...yes, but isn’t it kind of… Strange for them to be like that without acknowledging it in any way?”

It’s quiet for a bit, as if the conversation is being actively processed by both participants. “You mean the, uh… The closeness, or…?” Robin tries to keep her voice steady and neutral, but her cover blows a little bit more with every word.

“Yes! You clearly can’t be this intimate with someone if you don’t care about them deeply. There’s always a reason to be so close to each other, right? And you’re Steve’s platonic soulmate, so it’s definitely not like that between them.”

So many things come to Steve’s mind so suddenly he has to close his eyes—things concerning not only him and Eddie, but also Nancy and Robin. Things they were all too blind to notice.

“You mean, um,” Robin swallows so loudly even Steve can hear it. “To be as close to each other… As we are, sometimes?”

He gets up, then, deciding that he’s heard enough. Robin will tell him everything either way.

When he opens the glass door and catches the sight of Eddie, sitting on one of the lawn chairs and smoking, he realizes that they’re both going to have a lot to confess to each other at work tomorrow.

He sits down on the chair next to Eddie’s and lets the silence envelop them for a second. Eddie passes him the cigarette and he takes a prolonged drag.

“Robin and Nance woke me up with their babbling. Sorry for waking you up too,” Eddie says without looking at him.

Steve doesn’t really know how to approach it. It would be difficult enough if only one or two of them were having a revelation this evening, but since it’s all of them—well, that complicates things. He’s only a little bit surprised that his revelation doesn't hurt him at all, though. It’s not making his stomach churn or his eyes water. He still feels safe within it. When he glances at Eddie again, he can’t help but hope, even though their situation has more layers than either of them has had a chance to discover.

“It’s alright,” he reassures, passing down the cigarette. “I wasn’t really sleeping.”

Something sour flashes on Eddie’s face, but it’s only temporary. He smiles again, then, although his eyes stay dim. “Bet you don’t get good sleep at all when I’m all over you.”

“Actually,” Steve says, making sure to time it perfectly. When he reaches out to take the cigarette from Eddie, he lets their fingers stay pressed together for long enough to make some ash fall to the ground by itself. “It’s the other way around. I like it. I like when we do that.”

Eddie frowns, but his expression is as far from sour as possible. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s just… It’s calming. I feel safe. Far away from the monsters and shit.”

Eddie smiles and huffs. He lets go of the cigarette gently. His fingers drag down along Steve’s skin. He’s not too willing to admit that, but this simple gesture gives Steve enough goosebumps to last him for life.

“Monsters and shit,” Eddie says, smiling. He turns and presses his knee to Steve’s.

“Yeah, exactly,” Steve presses back. “Monsters and shit.”

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spicechica · 6 days

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Ernst Robinson x fem reader AU

*this idea has been in my head for a while, ever since I re-watched barbie as the island princess. But, imagine Ernst having a relationship with an island girl and slowly falling for her*

You peaked through the damp forest trees, watching below as you spotted two cuertin creatures that walked and talked, like you. You slowly move up the tree branches, causing the leaves to russell. “Did you hear that?” You stop in place thinking they spotted you, until you hear the loud echoes of crunching twigs and low grunts coming from the bushes below. The two step closer towards the rustling sounds, until it stops…..”Run!” The loud grunt of a large boar emerges from the bushes, charging after the two.

You quickly follow behind, still staying out of sight, watching as they both struggle to climb up a nearby tree, the boar almost nipping at their feet. You pierce your lips together and blow in the boar's direction, causing it to startle and run away into the large bushes, allowing the creatures to catch their breaths.

“Who’s there?”, one of them shouts. “Please, we're looking for our brother. We got shipwrecked and now we're stuck here…please help us!” You sigh and slowly emerge from the tree, lightly landing your bare feet on the cold wet ground. Not like you haven't gotten used to it by now, your feet were already covered in dirt, bruises, cuts, grime, and any other part of the forest you've explored that day.

You keep your hand on your pocket sized knife you made from rock and yarn, not sure if you should trust these…People? “A girl.” A young boy, looked to be about 15, short messy hair, and now covered in dirt, slowly steps towards you, while you hesitantly take a step back. “It’s alright. We’re not going to hurt you. I’m Fritz…and this is my brother, Ernst.” You glance over at the other boy. He looked older, about 17 or so, taller, had slightly longer hair than the other, and had these piercing blue eyes.

“Can you speak…English?” Fritz asked. You slowly nod, continuing to scan the boys up and down like a feral cat.“Could you help us? We're looking for…” As he tries to touch you, you quickly point your knife towards him, the tip barely piercing neck. “Wow…wow, wait…we're not looking for any trouble.”, Ernst said with a shaky voice. “We were in a shipwreck and…”, “Shipwreck?” you replied. “Yes, at the front of the island.” you remove your knife away from Fritz neck and look to the floor.

It’s been years since you’ve seen another person, and from what he said reminded you how you got here in the first place. You sigh, “You said you needed help, right?”, they both nod. You didn’t know if you should trust these boys, but you had a gut feeling that something good might come out of this.

Both the boys stare at you as they proceed to lead the way, gazing at your unique attire. You wore an old white cloth that you wrapped around yourself and tucked into your sides. When you first washed up on the island you wore an old childs Victorian dress with ruffles all over, but over time the dress became damaged and mangled, and soon you started to grow out of it, to where you could barely fit it over your shoulders if you wanted to. Surprisingly, your hair was pretty neat and tidy, placed in a neat french braid ponytail tied back with vine . Of course, you had no shoes. as you grew out of those as well, so through the years you had just gotten used to being barefoot, and whatever you stepped on you’d just had to be lucky it wasn’t poisonous. “You think she’s from a previous shipwreck?” Ernst whispered. You couldn't properly remember the night of the wreck, but sometimes you could imagine bits and pieces here and there, but most of the time it was a haze.

“Father! Mother!” Fritz shouted. “Fritz”, his mother called. “Where were you? You were supposed to stay on this side of the island!” His father shouts in a stern voice, his face almost turning red. “Yes, but father we found…a girl.” They all look up at you, shocked to see a girl your age in this state, and surprisingly alive. “Oh my goodness.” Their mother takes her damp shawl and wraps it around you, trying to cover your body from the boys. You jolt away at first, confused why, you never really cared to notice the changes in your body, or even know what it was like to experience woman hood. So it was clear she was covering you so you would have some decency. “Where did you find her?”, “In the forest, she helped us get away from a boar,” “A boar!” their younger sister shouts. “Oh you poor thing. What’s your name sweetheart?”

“My name is…is…Y/n.”

PART 2!??

#Ernst Robinson #Ernst Robinson x reader #stranded 2002 #Stranded #neil newbon #story #fanfiction #Island AU #DID ANYONE ELSE DESPERATELY WANT TO BE ISLAND BARBIE AS A KID BECAUSE WHY DOES THAT ISLAND LOOK BEAUTIFUL AF!#AND HER OUTFIT #GOD!#ERNST IS SO GOD DAME CUTE ♡

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i-mean-technically · 1 year

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alright so thinking more about The Archives and poor Orion Pax.

this poor fucker was raised in the Archives by the most secret feral of them all Alpha Trion. he grew up surrounded by the impossible and the improbable and unspeakable horrors lurking just out of sight, locked away for the safety of the universe.

and he thinks its all normal. little Orion Pax doesn't know the difference between an archivist and an Archivist, doesn't know that the shit he's seen and done is not something that any normal mech can do.

he's talked to forgotten gods, bartered with devils, sung displaced angels to sleep. he's played with little ghost children and locked up inter-dimensional monsters.

and on top of all of that nonsense, he also has his actual job to do! he has to deal with the public and sort through massive amounts of data on the daily. he shelves datapads, directs patrons, oversees the junior archivists.

boy has power here, ya dig? for all that he doesn't really have a rank in either side of the Archives, he is very obviously Alpha Trion's favorite. and he's good at what he does, whether or not its his day job or his side hustle. (which is which is up to interpretation lmao)

so a little more on him not knowing the difference between an archivist and an Archivist.

he was born in the Wastes and lived as a feral little hobgoblin until he's brought to Iacon by Alpha Trion. Cybertron is full of ancient hungry things, remnants of a time lost long ago. and yet

Orion survived on his own for a while

that impresses the old bastard, and he hasn't been impressed since Solus Prime beat the ever living shit out of Megatronus for calling her short again

Trion picks up this feral bitlet, who's clawing at his wrists and snarling like a wild thing, and is immediately assaulted by an image of this gremlin fully grown and haloed by Primus' Light.

he does what anyone would do, and takes the disgusting creature home with him.

now he has a feral sparkling running underfoot who is refusing to speak any known language on Cybertron and has a solid shadow following him around. (the Shadow's name is Hylard and acts like a cat. a cat that has a mouth the size of a black hole and makes no fuss about eating someone who annoys them)

Trion sees how these two menaces get along like a house on fire and just sighs to himself. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

and then a lightbulb goes off in his head.

he can have a replacement.

Trion was once little more than a half feral wild thing trailing after his siblings, and Primus clearly wanted him to find the sparkling or else he would have offlined many cycles ago

Orion is raised knowing about the unknowable, and never really had it explained to him that not everyone else knew. he's always known, so clearly everyone else does too

he doesn't realize how... unsettling he is to others with his too bright optics, too sharp teeth, the way his shadow always seemed to have eyes that blinked out of sync (always watching, waiting, always hungry)

how when he talks about the things he's seen and done people give him a wide(r) berth, light dancing off his armor and flashes of a white flaming sword hovers over his shoulders

how word travels across Cybertron that Prima has been reborn

....

"What a load of slag," Trion said with a snort, turning off the datapad. "Orion is definitely not a reincarnation. And absolutely not a Prime."

#the archivist au #archivist orion pax #tfp #transformers prime #transformers #transformers au #my au #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime #maccadam #my writing #the iacon hall of records #alpha trion #these poor assholes #hang on to your butts y'all #this is gonna be a Ride

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