scratch behind the ear


He is darkness. He is a creature of the night. He fills men’s hearts with terror. He makes squeeking noises when he is scratched behind the ears.

Getting Off On The Wrong Claw

Context: Since the party was pretty excited when Volos Guide to Monsters came out, a few of us are playing races from it for our new campaign, including myself (a Tabaxi, which is basically a catfolk/khajit) and my roommate (a Kenku, which is basically a bird person, and has the ability to perfectly mimic any sound). Running joke is that we’re doing a furry campaign. What I didn’t know before I’d made my character is that our Human Fighter absolutely adores cats (due to backstory reasons of never being allowed to have a pet as the child of a noble, and not even seeing a cat in person until he was an adult), and collects rocks that look like cats. And so, we met.

Human Fighter: I try to scratch him behind the ears!

Tabaxi Rogue: “Stop that!”

Kenku Cleric: Alright, so as he’s trying to pet him, I mimic the sound of a cat purring.

DM: Fighter, roll perception to see if you know that the Kenku’s fucking with you.

Fighter: [rolls a 4]

Tabaxi Rogue: “I’ll have you know that I do not enjoy being patronized, and if you don’t move your hand I’ll have to use force!”

Human Fighter: “Aw, but you’re obviously enjoying it!”

Tabaxi Rogue: Alright, I scratch him.

Human Fighter: ….roll to hit.

Tabaxi Rogue: How’s a 19 against your AC?

Human Fighter: Well,

Tabaxi Rogue: You take 3 damage.

Human Fighter: Well.


This is Jinx. She can be persnickety at times but she’s very lovable! She likes being scratched behind the ears and exposing her belly to the sun. Don’t touch her belly though, she hates it. Hope you love her as much as i do!

Andrew shuts the door behind him and tells himself that he isn’t going out of his way to be quiet so he won’t wake up Neil. He’s starting to believe Neil’s onto something when he calls Andrew a terrible liar, but he’d never admit that to his face.

Out of spite and anger at that realization, Andrew lets his keys clatter on the table as he sets them down, along with his bags from where he was travelling with his team. He only succeeds in rousing the cats; Neil sleeps like the fucking dead.

King meows noisily at Andrew’s feet while Sir makes himself at home on the kitchen table. Andrew says “no” a few times, but the dumb things keep looking at him, so he scratches behind their ears until they sniff and go away. They got the cats because Neil didn’t like being alone when Andrew was at games and cats could more or less take care of themselves if they were gone for a day. If their schedules both meant they were gone for a few days, one of the Foxes would catsit, usually Matt or Renee. They joked that they were the godparents, much to Andrew’s chagrin.

He wondered at how domestic he’d become and the clench in his gut at the thought is still there, though it lessened a bit every day. He still woke up most days waiting for the other shoe to drop and the cats moving in the middle of the night still startled him, but he feels…settled. And that scares him more than anything else.

He walks into the bedroom and it isn’t until he’s down to his tank top and boxers and is crawling into bed that Neil finally stirs with a groan. When he sees Andrew, his face breaks into a sleepy smile and he says, groggily, “You’re home.”

His Neil isn’t usually like this. Neil’s not soft, or nice, even after all these years. His Neil screams at matches on TV and tells off reporters who dare to bring up his past in interviews. His Neil pisses Andrew off to no end by stealing the covers and letting the cats on the bed and asking Andrew to go to Aaron’s wedding when Andrew wants to throw the invitation away.

They’re not soft people; they love with all they have and fight with it too. But there are moments like this, when Andrew’s tired and something in him slips and cracks, where he lays down next to Neil and brushes his fingers over the scars on Neil’s face, the most beautiful part of him, and whispers, “Yeah. I’m home.”

Call Me Back, Maybe

Okay, so this sucker is actually a collab project between me and @emmandhook. You should totally go check out the gifset Pearl made. She took my measly little idea and not only encouraged me to write it (aka gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write it), she also brought it to life. Seriously, it’s fantastic and if you haven’t seen it, check it out. (Story is also on if that’s your jam.)

Enjoy! And please, go send Pearl some love!

Emma waits for moments when Killian is out and about to listen to the twelve voicemails he left her. She knows this probably makes her the worst girlfriend in the world, but she can’t help it. It’s impossible to forget the way he blushed when he returned her phone and scratched that spot behind his ear as he sheepishly suggested she simply delete the messages.

In all honesty, she was impressed that he kept it down to twelve. He is prone to obsess at time, so that felt like a reasonable number—the  Killian Jones version of double texting—especially considering that twice the number of messages would have been waiting for Killian had their places been switched. His behavior stirred up her curiosity and it stays stirred up until she finally starts listening

“Swan, it’s Killian. Call me.”

The first one is straight forward, the words neutral, but she smiles at the irate edge to his voice. He wanted to say more, that much is evident, but held back.

Only until the next message though.

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Prompt: Batmom gets turned into a kitten

Words: 400

          “Father is not going to be happy.”

          “Maybe he won’t notice?”

          “Yes Dick, I’m sure Bruce won’t notice that our mother, his wife, has turned into a kitten!” Jason snarls.

          You want to comfort your sons, but all that comes out is this little mew. Dick grins as he picks bends and picks you up. He scratches behind your ears. “She’s pretty adorable though, and her fur is so soft.”

          Damian quickly snatches you from Dick’s hands. He cuddles you close “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Grayson.” You rub your cheek against his to reassure him that you’re okay.

          A moment later Jason’s hands wrap around you, and he lifts you out of a now glaring Damian’s hands. He scratches your head before going, “Wow, you’re right, she is soft.”

          Tim reaches over and pets you as well. You allow yourself to purr. The boys’ attention becomes so focused on you that they don’t notice Bruce come up behind them.

          “Where’d the cat come from?” He asks.

          Your sons go stiff as a board, and Tim is the first to speak, “Technically she’s a kitten.”

          Bruce just stares at Tim, before his arms crossed against his chest, “What’s going on?”

          Jason smiles, “You’re not going to like the answer.”

          His voice rises a bit in volume, “What is going on?”

          Dick cracks like an egg, “Mom got turned into a kitten.”

          Damian just holds you up for Bruce to see. You meow at him, and wave one paw in the air.

          There’s a moment of silence before his jaw drops, and he takes a step forward, and takes you out of Damian’s hands. “Y/N?” He whispers.

          You meow a yes, and touch a paw to his nose.

          He stares for a moment more before his eyes shift back to the boys, and in his angry voice he asks, “What the hell happened?”

          Tim grimaces, “We don’t exactly know.”

          “But we called Zatara and he’s on his way, with Dr. Fate. We’re hoping they can turn her back into her herself.”

          Bruce’s eye starts twitching, “Well start figuring it out. Now GO!”

          The boys scatter and Bruce holds you up so that you’re at eye level. “We’ll fix this sweetheart I promise.” You rub your cheek against his and purr. He just sinks down in the chair in front of the bat computer, and says, “You are pretty cute though.”

The Secret (2)

prologue; part one; part two; part three;

You immediately froze on the spot, acutely aware of Baekhyun’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and your face buried against his broad chest. So many thoughts were running through your head: happiness at seeing your best friend for the first time; apprehension at the secret you held from him; not to mention flustered to be back in his arms and pressed up against his body.

His hand sliding down your back brought you back to reality and made you step back out of his hold. “What are you doing here?” you stammered nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear.

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If Sirius raised Harry
  • Harry: I hate doing chores, Uncle Sirius. This list is so long.
  • Sirius: Chores teach you responsibility, Harry. Trust me, you'll thank me for this someday.
  • Harry *reading the list*: Tidy your room, take out the bins, clean Hedwig's cage...scratch Uncle Sirius behind the ears?
  • Sirius:
  • Sirius: Responsibility, Harry.

This is Ruby. She likes to tear apart toilet paper and annoy her brother Champ. She enjoys being fed and being scratched under her chin and behind her ears. She’s the queen of sass. 👑🐱

Competition - Damian Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Can you do a Damian x reader story where reader loves animals even more than Damian and he gets jealous bc the first time he brings her to the mansion she giving Titus way more attention than she gives him and she may have said something along the line of “I’ve only spent 5 minutes with you and I already love you more than I love my boyfriend” (requested by anon)

“… and this is the library.” Damian guided you into the room holding the largest private book collection you had ever seen. You were in awe at the sheer amount of books in this room that is until you saw a giant ball of fur curled up on the couch. You let out a little gasp and started to walk over to the fuzzy baby. The giant black great dane lifted it’s head and his tail thumped loudly on the couch as you approached him.

“Who’s this handsome boy?” You asked scratching behind the dog’s ears. The dog leaned his head into your touch and looked in pure heaven from your attention.

“Titus.” Damian answered.

“Well Titus, aren’t you just the most handsome thing ever.” You cooed. Titus stretched out on the couch and presented his belly to you to scratch. You happily obliged. “You better watch yourself Damian or Titus might just steal my heart.” You warned. Titus looked over to his owner with a big doggy grin on his face, expecting Damian to get in on the belly rubbing action as well.

“He’s a dog, [Y/N].” Damian pointed out with an eye roll.

“Yeah well Titus appreciates me.” You shrugged with a playful smile.

“I appreciate you too!” Damian argued with a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Who’s a good boy? Yes you are!” You praised Titus while you scratched him. Damian threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Are you seriously jealous of the dog right now, Damian?” You asked laughing. Damian crossed his arms over his chest and was looking particularly pouty. You stood up from the couch and walked over to kiss away his pout. “I think I can find enough room in my heart for both of you.”

“How kind of you.” Damian muttered sarcastically.

Coffee Date // Sebastian Stan [Part 1]

Pairing: Seb Stan x Reader
Prompt: You meet Sebastian Stan in Central Park and he invites you to go get coffee with him.
Word Count: 1192
Warnings: Cursing

Originally posted by oliversava

“How long ‘til we learn
Dancing is dangerous
How long 'til we find—”

Putting your music on pause, you took in a big gasp of air and sat down on a bench, placing your head in between your knees. Your golden retriever came up and nuzzled you with his head, a low whine coming from his mouth.

You laughed slightly, although regretted it soon after as your diaphragm constricted and sent a whole new wave of pain through your body.

“It’s alright, Bear,” you reassured him as you reached forward to scratch behind his ears, “This is just what I get for deciding to go on a 5 mile run.” You sat up and extended your arms outwards, stretching out your back and shoulder muscles. “At least home is only two blocks away,” you added.

A woman jogging by the bench sent you a strange look, as if wondering why you were talking to yourself. You rolled your eyes. This is New York, you thought. You think people would be used to other people doing weird shit by now—especially in Central Park.

Suddenly, Bear let out a loud bark and began to run off toward the opposite side of the park, acting as if he’d seen something important. You immediately got up off of your bench and began to run after him.

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Prompt: “So Modern Au with Bones (cause obviously thats probably all Ill ever ask you for) ends up in her small town as new country doc and she gets him acquainted to the town and fluff ensues. And if she could have a dachshund/golden retriever named benton that would be awesome but not necessary.”-Anon

Tags: @yourtropegirl, @outside-the-government

Word Count: 1,805

Author’s Note: I’m back from my Christmas “vacation!” I had a blast and I got a lot written in the last few days. Please enjoy this cute little AU; please keep in mind that all I know about small towns and small town doctors I know from Waitress.

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💝cute things to do with your plushies💝

•give them a little light scratch behind the ear or on their favorite place •tuck them into bed beside you for a good night sleep •give them a kiss on the nose •tell them how much you love them •let them sit in your lap or next to you when you are watching tv or when you are on the computer [do not reblog if ddlg or cgl please!]

Imagine Galra!Keith and Lance cuddling in bed. Lance cannot fall asleep so he starts scratching behind Keith’s ears and the top of his head. Keith just leans into his touch and starts purring. The purring helps Lance go to sleep.

Home, To You~ Seth Rollins Imagine

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow


Seth Rollins x Reader

Christmas Imagine 

“ I miss you” you said through your boyfriend on the other line, sighing leaning back into your bed you two shared. You were living with him, cuddling up to Kevin in bed as you talked to Seth. 

“ I miss you too beautiful” he could hear the sadness in your voice. It breaks his heart to leave you when he goes on tours around the world. Wrestling was a big part of is life until you came along. You have became his number one in his life next to his family. 

“ It’s almost Christmas..” Kevin crawled into your lap curling into a ball, you scratch him behind his ears, a small lit up on your lips as the cute puppy. 

“ I know sweetheart, I’m working.. I don’t know if I will be able to make it this year for christmas..” that broke your heart. You wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with Seth. It wasn’t your first Christmas together, it is just nice if Seth was going to be here.

You haven’t seen him in so long.

“ Sethie..” you were trying hard not to cry. He could hear how heartbroken you were. Someone called him on the other side of the line, “Baby, I’m sorry. I will make it up to you when I get home. I love you.” 

“ I love you too” 

“ I got to go sweetheart, don’t cry. I will be home soon..” He says before hanging up. You took the phone away from your ear as you looked at it. What did he mean by that? 

You looked at Kevin, “ Do you know what he means by soon? Am I missing something?” the dog picked up his head,looking at you sideways as if saying he had no idea what you just said.

“ Right” you chuckled turning to the side, Kevin walked over you where your head laid as he curled into a ball. You gave him a pet on the head before drifting off to sleep. 

It was Christmas week, you were still shopping what to get for Seth He was a little complicated. He told you many things that he hinted on wanting this year but you were all over the placed going shop to shop. 

“ Sometimes I dislike you Seth..” you mumbled buying one of things he wants for Christmas exiting the shop heading to the food court to get yourself something to eat.

Your phone dinged, letting you know you had a message. Stopping in your tracks, you fished out your phone looking at the screen. A smile made its’ way to your lips seeing Seth had send you a photo of him at Crossfit but a silly one with his tongue out. His hair was in a bun, he had no shirt on. Typical Seth for you. 

You snapped a photo of yourself wearing one of Seth’s hoodies sending it to him. You got a reply quicker than you thought, he said you looked better in is clothes than he does. 

Putting your phone away, hearing your stomach roaring for some food.

“ Alright, Alright… I’m feeding you.. sheesh” mumbling as you stood in line. 

It was the morning of Christmas, you got out of bed. Having your Christmas tree in the living room, TV turned on for something to play in the background as you made yourself some tea in the morning.

Wearing a christmas sweater and leggings humming Hallelujah as you waited for the hot water to boil. While waiting you opened your fridge getting some eggs before hearing Kevin rushing over standing next to you.

“ Why good morning cutie” bending down petting him, he stuck out his tongue out before rushing to his bowl.

“ Oh let me get you some water” getting his bowl pouring him some cold water placing it down before returning to your tea. 

The front door was jingling, peeking out you saw a figure outside standing there. Kevin even became alert, started to bark rushing to the door. You picked up the closes object to you which was a spatula walking slowly to the door.

It opened, you were shocked to see who was standing there. Kevin barked at Seth happily wagging his tail running around him. Seth laughed, bending down petting Kevin before his eyes set on you.

“ Where you really going to use a spatula on me?” He asked. It was really him. He was home.

“ Seth!” you screamed,dropping the spatula tackling him to the floor. He laughed, you leaned down kissing him before Kevin ruined it by licking Seth’s face.

“ Merry Christmas beautiful”

“ Merry Christmas handsome”


MC sat in her apartment, Elizabeth III in her lap. The cat purred as she was scratched behind her ear, her form laid across MC.

“Yes, Jumin. I’ll remember to brush her three times a day. Yes, I know she likes her salmon grilled, not fried.” MC rolled her eyes as Jumin nagged into her ear, “Jumin, Elizabeth will be fine. You’re going to be late for your flight- No, I won’t forget to change her into her night time collar. Hurry up and go!” She hung up, placing her phone next to her.

“Who’s a pretty girl?” MC scratched under Elizabeth’s next, receiving a happy purr from her. They both sat for awhile, happily enjoying themselves. MC continued answering emails, planning for the next party. Occasionally she would message Yoosung, seeing what he was up to, even though it was quite obvious.

At around eight o’clock, when the sun was starting to go down and MC and Elizabeth III was starting to doze, the front door of the apartment slammed open, revealing 707’s dark figure.

“Where is she?” MC fell off the couch, taking Elizabeth with her. She hugged the cat close and stood up, a hint of fear in her eyes as she faced the cat lover.

“Um, Seven-? You know you’re not supposed to come here unless there’s an emergency-” Seven took a step forward, forcing MC back. “How did you even know she was here?”

In a flash Seven had Elizabeth in his arms and MC was back on her hind end, pouting in pain from being pushed down. Seven was on the couch, happily cuddling Elizabeth as if he didn’t give MC a heart attack and almost scared her to death.

Once it hit one o’clock in the morning, MC gave up trying to get Seven to leave and finally went to bed. When he started growling at her, that’s when she had to keep herself from literally drop kicking him into the sun.

MC stood in her night gown, her arms crossed over her chest, “Alright, Luciel, you have to go.” He ignored her. She narrowed her eyes, “I know you can hear me! Seven, you and I both have to work tomorrow!” She reached over to grab Elizabeth the third, but once her fingertips brushed the cat’s fur, Seven’s teeth clamped onto her arm.

“Ow! What the-?!” Tears pricked her eyes from the pain, “You bit me! I can’t believe you bit me!” She rubbed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, “Fine, I see how it is.” She stormed away and came back a few minutes later, making a show of dialing a number on her phone, “Yes, Jumin? We have a bit of a dilemma-” MC was shoved to the ground once again, her phone falling out of her hand.

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!” 707 ran out of the apartment, Elizabeth III held above his head. MC ran after him, waving around a gold club given to her by Jumin himself,

“Luciel! Get back here!”

Jumin was screaming on the other end of the line, “MC?! What’s going on?! Does Luciel have my precious Elizabeth the third?! MC?! MC-?! MC!!!”