Finally They're Talking!!!

Baby Food

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader  (Dad! Tamaki x Mom! Reader)

Warnings: None! It’s just family fluff :’)

Word Count: 1.6 K

Summary: You, Tamaki, and your adorable little daughter are back for another adventure! This time, she’s trying out solid food for the first time. ♡ 

  Even when it was just the two of you, the house you shared with Tamaki had always felt like a home, with an aura that was consistently swarming with a soft feeling of warmth, love, and affection.

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Ran a 10k request thread on bird app— here are the first 4! For chicarleto, ameiiik0, mammonscitygirl, & miley_spaniel

cat nap

grimmjow jaegerjaquez/reader

- …the remnants of sleep are obvious in his voice. truly, you couldn’t help but think of a cat with the way the former espada lounged in bed, basking in the sunlight that peaked through the curtains. 

notes/warnings: look at me go another fluff piece, it’d be a shame if the next one wasn’t- uhhh maybe like one reference to manga events but that’s it so no real spoilers, also i blame @ryoskuna​ bc of all the bleach brainrot we have collectively been going through jdksjgks, also !!! slightly suggestive ! but not graphic so if that does not suit your fancy pls keep scrolling mwah mwah, gn!reader

You barely open your eyes, knowing that the sun has long since risen, if any of the sounds coming out from the shop was something to go by. This late in the day and you would have been up already and going about your day.

Would have anyway, were it not for the giant Espada currently clinging to your body, chin on your shoulder, legs tangled up with yours. It was rare for the man to be so physically affectionate, given Kisuke’s penchant for teasing anyone that lived there, Grimmjow would’ve raher been caught dead than give the shop owner anything to tease him with. You still cherish it all the same, after all, it was rare to see the constantly moving arrancar allow himself to slow down for once and relax.

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The fact that Tamaki, upon looking at the villain right in front of him, knowing he will take a direct hit that might kill him, only says one word and its "Mirio" literally kills me

Like, it sounded so desperate, so scared, so begging to be saved because he knows he can't do anything and the fact that he believes only Mirio can literally hurts my chest

Like can we talk about that please

TFP Predaking x Predacon!Female!Reader

A/N: I will eventually write a full scenario for this, but I thought I'd post it for now. If I got Predaking wrong a bit, you can let me know in the comments. It's short, yes, but this is just my idea for a bigger writing piece.

(Y/N) being a smaller predacon allows her to squeeze into small places and better flexibility. She is half the size of Predaking.

In beast form:

But she uses her small size to squeeze herself between Predaking's paws when he is lying down(sort of like a cat when they loaf).

Her small form allowing her to snuggly cuddle next to him, almost not being seen.

Oftentimes, he will wake up to her smaller form draped over his back.

Oftentimes, he has to watch where he sits because he has accidentally in the past sat on her because he hadn't seen her, hearing her squeal which made him quickly move.

However, it works in advantage to him when he's had a bad day, all tired and irritated, and he comes back to his space within the Nemesis where he sees her, his frame draping over hers in a cuddle position, one where he can maneuver her into his paws and close to his chassis while resting his helm near her, acting as a sort of pillow for her.

It also gives him the upper servo when he gets to carry her around by the back of her neck, sort of like how a mother cat carries around her kitten, and he will do this throughout the Nemesis. Whether he's looking for a quiet place or just because he likes how it makes him feel like a provider.

During times when they have to look for relics, he has to keep at least one of his optics on her because he has lost her once or twice while looking for the relic. Half to death scaring himself meanwhile, her smaller form doesn't take as long strides as him. It's worse in terrains where the foliage is dense and multiplied, then he really has to stretch his neck in order to keep track of her.

Nuzzles, and lots of them, with how her small form fits almost perfectly against his, doesn't matter whether he is standing, sitting, or just lying down.

He isn't intimated by her growls or snarls. Her smaller size doesn't leave her room to be so to him. But let any of the other deceptions disrespect her in any way. He is there, basic guard dog privileges, roaring away.

In bot/bipedal form:

Not any different from his beast mode. The only difference is that he doesn't carry her around in this form.

She will still follow him around like a lost lamb, although her height in this form is close to the other bots like Starscream and Knockout.

Doesn't mean she doesn't try to still stay in close contact with him, sticks to him like a tick, and he doesn't have the spark to tear her off of him.

took a crack at my own interpretation of grimmjow's second resurrection form from the mobile game.

She can't forget her smile.

it matters not what year it is, the brainrot for these mfs is eternal

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Source

Toga Himiko / Boku no Hero Academia / S07E07