#i was at home and she texted that there was a stray cat in the park and i should go get it

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

My sibling brought home a stray cat? I'm deeply allergic to cats?? Why did they bring home a stray cat??????? I'm left with more questions than answers.

#i was at home and she texted that there was a stray cat in the park and i should go get it #of course i said no. because im hella allergic #then i got a text while i was at work from them telling me to grab allergy medicine #because they had brought home the stray cat #so now there's a cat in our bathroom #and its the prettiest cat ive ever seen in my life #but i cant get over the fact that we now have a random cat living in our bathroom #tomorrow or monday we're gonna try to see if it has a microchip #then put word out on facebook and to local shelters #im trying to convince my sibling to keep it but they said we already have too many pets #valid. so im gonna slyly bring it up to our roommate who has no pets and likes cats #anyway thats whats going on in my life rn

[sorryimananti-romantic]

saurrr what do we need to do to get that deleted scene??? 👀🤲🏼

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LJHDFJGHKJ KIDDING you asked and i shall serve with not only the deleted scene but two bonus scenes:

from the fic guerrilla (serialkiller!dr.yunho x writer!reader)

wc: 4k

notes: surgeon yunho who just so happens to be a serial killer (a vigilante with morals if you must), reader is a writer working on gory crime fiction novels, they are housemates, fluffy stuff, talks about therapy, questionable morals, honestly very questionable morals, smut at the end (minors and anyone not comfortable with dark themes do not interact with the third section

"oh, you're home. almost didn't hear you," you said when you spotted yunho coming down the stairs. in the past few months, you had learned quite a few habits of his, one being that he could be as silent as a feather at times.

which was a bit scary, but you supposed it was just a natural skill of his.

"of course you didn't. you were humming something while you cooked," yunho stood near the counter, looking around and you muttered a silent curse- no wonder you didn't hear him. "need help?"

"yeah, if you could just set the table," you said and yunho obeyed instantly, taking out the utensils and scooping the dishes while you told him about your day- mail arrived, you befriended a stray cat that has now found home in your backyard, you went shopping for grocery today and got the stuff yunho had requested you to buy for him.

and while you ate, yunho said his thanks for saving him a trip to the grocery store and told you about his day- he went to assist a professor from his previous job in a complicated surgery upon his request. you told him he looked fond of that professor and he admitted that he owed most of his surgery skills to him and he often called him to assist him.

and just like that, you finished your meals and you started clearing the kitchen and washing the dishes while he went to the backyard to bring the laundry inside. it was the weekend and you wondered if yunho would join you in the living room just to hang out or watch something. or would he be too tired and just say goodnight and leave?

he stayed. he slumped down on the couch and took out his phone, probably responding to texts. you silently joined on the other end and turned on your laptop which opened to your document and reminded you of the question that had been looming over your head the entire day. you glanced at yunho but he seemed absorbed in his phone and you sighed- maybe you'll just ask him tomorrow-

"is something the matter?"

he didn't have to be that observant. you straightened. "nothing. just wanted to ask you something related to the book- but it can wait."

"you can ask me, y/n."

"you seem busy and tired, though..." your voice faltered when he shot you with a challenging look.

"never too busy for your weird questions."

"oh," you laughed a little and when he set his phone aside to focus on you, you stifled a satisfactory smile. "okay, so remember what i told you last time? the cop who's also a criminal, he's targeting the main character- the detective now. he finally baits her into entering the abandoned warehouse where she thought she would find some druggies."

"yes, and the warehouse doesn't have much space to run because of the abundance of shelves so when she's looking around, she keeps thinking she's hearing something- which is actually the criminal riling her up and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."

"yes," you smiled. "now, he's going to attack, and another unfortunate cop who accompanied our detective is going to get killed by him while trying to protect the detective. so that gets the detective all messed up in her head and she's lost her gun but there's a dagger lying on the floor- remember the dagger i showed you for reference?"

yunho nodded and you continued. "the detective aims to hurt the criminal, not kill, but the lines must be blurred so when she is questioned about her motives, she wonders if she actually intended to kill the man."

"because there's the fact that the criminal is her colleague and that could have worsened her anger. she might have actually wanted to kill him," yunho recalls.

"exactly," you shift in your position so your legs are tucked under you. "now... where would the detective stab him? self defense, anger, confusion, all these elements."

yunho hummed in thought, his eyes running all over your body. something you had noticed that whenever he answered one of your questions, he would envision them on you. that might have made you a flustered mess in the beginning when his eyes would fixate on a spot on your body but it didn't really bother you anymore- you supposed as a surgeon, he got lost in vivid imagination or something.

"there's quite a few ways we could achieve that, but i think if you can narrow it down, it might help."

"somewhere near the heart? throat? something that would disarm the criminal immediately," you said.

yunho nodded slowly, his eyes fixated on your neck now and you subconciously adjusted your shirt. he finally met your eyes. "i think this spot might do the trick."

yunho fisted his hand but outstretched the index finger. "suppose this is the tip of your dagger, right? you would want to stab right here," he turned his hand to touch the space between his collarbones. "this spot is tricky because for males and females, it's not the same."

"oh?" you touched that same spot on yourself. "how so?"

"males usually have a thicker clavicle," yunho explained, stretching the collar of his shirt to expose his collarbones. "the gap between the two may be wider but it's definitely easier to stab a man here than a woman."

you touched your own collarbones for reference in confusion and when yunho had enough of your struggling, he scooted closer and touched the space between your collarbones with his finger. "this part. v-shaped, right? it's a bit straighter for men. so if your criminal was a woman, i'd have you stab them... right here," yunho trailed his finger up and dug it in that spot. you nodded. "the clavicle is a bit narrower in females too," he trailed his finger along your collarbones. "and positioned at a more diagonal angle-"

he didn't realise when he started rambling but when he met your eyes, he found them wider than usual and your lips parted, and only then did he realise the proximity between you two. you gulped and he felt that movement on his finger still situated on your skin and his own lips parted in surprise, his mind going black when your gaze fell down there.

and if that damned phone hadn't buzzed repeatedly, he would have done something about you. he definitely would have, ignoring all his strict rules, because there was no way you didn't feel a certain way about him. he was sure you did, especially now. especially when he drew back to check his phone and heard you let out a deep breath. you had been holding your breath all this time.

"i, uh... i have to take this call," he pursed his lips.

"of course," you nodded.

"i hope that cleared your confusion?" yunho dared to ask and when you stifled a smirk, he got his answer.

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[bonus scene that takes place after the big revelation]

it's been a long time since you woke up feeling like there was a weight on your chest, unable to breathe properly, hair matted to your face and your head spinning.

a nightmare. no-

a memory.

you checked the time- it was almost 4. you shook your head- maybe you should have pushed yourself to stay awake until you passed out so you could have a dreamless sleep. you always slept better when you were tired- not the healthiest habit, but that was how you overcame your sleeping struggles as a teen when your father passed away.

would you have to do this all over again?

you managed to walk to the toilet to wash your face, staring at the sink for the longest time and letting the water run through your hands as if it could wash away the weight of what you had done before finally snapping out of it and turning the tap off, exiting the toilet to go to the kitchen. you took a deep breath and sat yourself on a stool in the kitchen, taking small sips from your glass.

you could not go back to sleep now. not anytime soon.

you briefly wondered when yunho got home- was he home yet? lately, you had been going to sleep at odd times so you didn't run into him much, but you couldn't sleep for long- you would always wake up, just like you did tonight. the nightmares were plaguing your rest hours-

the glass slipped from your hand and crashed on the floor loudly, making you squeal a little. you winced at how loud it sounded in the dead hours of the night and you tried to find a spot on the floor that was not covered with shards- how exactly were you going to put your feet on the floor with all the glass around you-

"y/n? is everything okay?"

you sighed internally. "did i wake you up? i'm sorry, the glass just slipped."

yunho turned on a light and surveyed the mess. "stay right there, okay? don't move- i'll get the broom."

you nodded and waited until he started cleaning the shards from around you, making sure he got everything and then running to your room quickly to get your slippers. you thanked him, taking the broom and dustpan from him this time, spotting a tiny shard at the other end of the kitchen.

"were you asleep? did i wake you up?"

"i got home like, an hour ago," yunho said. "was just scrolling a bit. are you okay, though? you look pale."

"yeah, i'm okay," you put the broom in a corner and washed your hands. when you dried them and turned, you noticed yunho watching you intently. "what?"

"did you have a nightmare or something?"

he always knew. somehow, he always saw through you.

"is it that obvious?" you let out a short laugh. "do i look like a mess?"

"i mean..." yunho stifled a smile. "you usually do look like a hot mess..."

"lovely to hear that," you nodded and he grinned, stepping forward and encasing you in his arms as he peered down at you.

"won't you talk to me about it?"

"what's there to talk about?" you cocked your head and yunho's heart sank a little at the way your eyes went blank. "i killed a man, yunho. again. of course i will have to live with the consequences now."

yunho licked his dry lips and he knew you had zoned out at the way your gaze was fixated on his face. "can i ask you something?"

it took you a moment to come back to your senses and nod. yunho took a deep breath. "do you regret killing the man who almost killed your father?"

"everything went wrong after i did that-"

"but if you could go back in time, would you change that?" yunho asked.

"no." you were sure you would make the same decision. "because if i had not done that, he would have killed all of us."

"so... do you regret killing the man from a few days ago?"

"not at all," your response was quick. "he was going to kill you. i would have done the same, no matter who it was."

yunho brought his hand to your cheek and caressed it, his eyes full of love. you continued, "but that doesn't change the fact that i have killed people."

"i know," yunho said. "you will have to live with that for the rest of your life. it won't get easier, it will always hang like a noose over your head. but if you keep all of this to yourself... it will only get harder, y/n."

"i just... i don't know what to do," you exhaled a deep breath, looking away. "i feel so helpless. you've done so much to help me, hell, you almost took the blame for it, but still..."

"all these feelings are normal," yunho took your hand and started guiding you to the couch in the living room. you both settled down close to each other with yunho's hand on your shoulder, his thumb caressing your neck. "but if it's troubling you to the point of nightmares... why didn't you tell me earlier, y/n? if there's anyone who can relate to you..."

"it's you, i know," you smiled a little. "and i'm okay, for the most part, but for a while that night, i really thought it was all over, and that scared me so much, yunho."

"it's okay-"

"it's not the remorse that's eating me up, see?" you let out a short laugh. "it's... the fact that it's not the remorse eating me up but my selfishness when i was scared that you were going to take the blame and i would have to pick up the pieces of what was left all by myself. that your friends would hate me for the rest of our lives. that you would rot away in prison, like my father did, and i would never get to touch you again. it's wrong, isn't it? that this is the product of my nightmares and i don't need to sleep to feel this? does this make me a monster, yunho?"

if yunho could tell you how he felt at that moment, perhaps you would cower away, but he just had to ask you something. "do you still think you're the monster when i'm right in front of you?"

you looked at his unbelievably soft gaze and furrowed, somewhat confused brows. the dim lights from the kitchen softened half of his face, but even the shadows on his face didn't change who he was. you found his hand on your neck and held it, pressing your lips against his palm.

"i have killed more people than i can count, y/n," yunho continued, his voice pained. "but if that means that the world is somehow safer, i will continue down this road no matter how weary i get. does that make me a bad person or a good person? i realised long ago that i needed to stop categorising myself into one category, however... i sure as hell wouldn't call myself a good person," he let out a short laugh and you shook your head.

"if you weren't a good person, you wouldn't have tried to take the blame for me that night. and on that note... what were you thinking when you did that? without hesitation? can you imagine how wrong it could have gone if you got caught at that time-"

yunho leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss and thought it took you by surprise initially, you quickly melted in his grasp, your heart fluttering uncontrollably at the way he held and kissed you. when he drew back, he lingered for a few moments before looking at you.

"i would have done that anyway, no matter the consequences," he told you and you smiled sadly. "for you... i would do it again. so will you listen to me? will you let me help you?"

you nodded and he pulled you in for a hug. you scooted closer, almost sitting in his lap as you wrapped your arms around his waist, fisting the material of his sweatshirt.

"i know how hard it is to live with what we have done, no matter how we feel about it or think we feel about it," he caressed your head. "we think we have it all figured out. we think we'll be okay but really... it's still a human life, isn't it?"

you nodded- he was absolutely right.

"i harboured so much negativity in myself when my parents were killed. i thought if i would face their killer, i would not hesitate to kill him, but i did, and it cost me my sanity for a good while. if it weren't for hongjoong and mingi helping me figure out everything that was going on... i would have been so lost. i still think i am- the twisted, monstrous part in me is okay with what i do-"

"please don't call yourself a monster," you whispered. "you're anything but."

yunho embraced you tighter. "thank you for believing in me, but you should also tell yourself that."

and that's when it all made sense, what yunho was trying to tell you. it wasn't okay, it probably never will be, and it never should be. that's what you have to live with, and that's what will ultimately differentiate you from the actual monsters in this world.

"how do i convince myself i'm not the same as them?"

"that's what i'm here for," yunho laughed and you joined, drawing away from him. "but actually... i have a suggestion for you."

and that's how he told you all about mingi, the psychiatrist and the therapist who would never judge you no matter how dark your deepest thoughts and desires were. the person who would be able to understand your situation better than anyone else in this world since he was also a part of what yunho did. and most importantly, the person who wouldn't convince you to be someone you weren't. someone who wouldn't put you high on a pedestal or push you to your lowest. you adored the look on yunho's face when he told you all about his friend and you thought that mingi must be an admirable person if yunho believed in him so much.

and that night, he made a vow to you- he would always be there for you. he would be there to help you with the nightmares because he wished someone was there for him too. he would make sure you get proper sleep, and how couldn't you, if you were in his arms, safe and secure? how couldn't you, if you were showered in kisses before you fell asleep? how couldn't you, if you were enveloped in his scent that felt like home now?

the nightmares wouldn't easily stop but at least you wouldn't feel alone now, and that was all that mattered.

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[something romantic but unhinged bc man now that i'm writing guerrilla again i wish i made it even longer LMAO]

[mdni!] [and do not interact if you're not comfortable with dark themes]

"yunho, what if your dark fantasies take over while we're having a moment and you kill me or something?"

yunho almost choked on the last sips of hot chocolate you had made him and he put the cup down on the table before shutting his eyes, inhaling and then opening them to glare at you.

"what stupid book are you reading now, babe?"

you pursed your lips in guilty admission. "you don't need to know that."

it had been a good few months into your relationship with yunho now, and he knew to expect odd questions like these way before that. when you first moved in, the questions had been related to your crime fiction wip but now that you were comfortable with him...

too comfortable, he thought. you couldn't ask something like this while you were seated so casually, defenceless across the couch with your legs in his lap while you used your tablet probably to edit your current draft.

"but do you think it happens? do you have moments like those when you... you know."

"when i what?" yunho smirked. he could play this game.

you immediately knew the mood had changed when his eyes glinted playfully. one thing about yunho was that no matter how strange or ridiculous your questions were, he would always answer.

"i won't judge you, i promise," you laughed a little. "but do you ever want to? or do you think others do?"

"words. i need you to say it out loud," yunho sat back cockily while his hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it almost suggestively.

and you knew it could only go one way from here. one thing about yunho was that no matter how strange or ridiculous your questions were, he would always answer-

practically. whenever he could, practically.

"if you're about to see if you feel like killing me right now, no thanks. and for your information, i can fight back."

"can you?" yunho scoffed.

"i've killed two men."

yunho laughed mockingly at that. "two. such a cute number."

your heart sank at that but you tried to lighten the situation. "okay, yeah, i should probably stop reading stupid books-"

"do you want me to check and see, though?" yunho cocked his head dangerously, removing his hand from your thigh only to hold your hand and pull you closer.

"geez, you really take answering my questions so seriously," you teased. of course he would never hurt you, but the thought of where this could lead to excited you in too many ways and you internally slapped yourself. "i guess i'll find the answer if i live to tell the tale?"

yunho pulled you properly in his lap, one hand stationed across your legs to keep you close to him while the other hand stayed on your neck, his thumb caresseing your adam's apple. you loved putting yunho in this headspace, when his gaze darkened as he thought about all the ways he would mess with you.

"do you know how easy it is to take someone's life if you press this wrong?" yunho pushed your adam's apple with his thumb just a fraction. "even just a little pressure can make it difficult to breathe."

you twisted away from him to put your tablet away and then put your own hand on his neck to feel his adam's apple. you pressed it a little just like he had demonstrated and nodded in understanding.

"it's ironic then, isn't it?" yunho looked up at you. "that some of the most sensitive spots on a human are around there?"

before you could ask him to elaborate, he pulled you closer to kiss you on the side of your neck and you gasped when you realised where this was going. he didn't stop there, though, no. he flipped you effortlessly so your back was flat on the couch and he was on top of you. before you could process anything, he was back to peppering kisses along your neck, planting a rather long one right on your adam's apple before finding your sweet spot and continuing to kiss and suck there.

your back arched in pleasure when one of his hands went to hold your waist but found your bare skin instead, your shirt having ridden up. you squirmed under him, one hand at the nape of his neck. when he was satisfied after earning a loud moan from you, he drew back to admire the bruising mark on your neck.

and then he grinned at your breathless form.

"that was so out of the blue," you laughed.

"i'm nowhere near done though," yunho kissed your temple, trailing his lips down along the angles of your face and then kissing your jaw sweetly. you brought your limp arm up to fist his shirt and crash your lips on his because he should stop teasing you already. yunho smiled into the kiss before responding enthusiastically and you tasted chocolate on his lips which made you hum in satisfaction.

yunho took that as his cue to escalate things further. while he kissed you, he let his hand travel down your body until it reached the waistband of your shorts. he broke the kiss to look at you and make sure you were okay and when you nodded, he pulled them down a bit to slide his hand down and he looked at you in surprise.

"you're soaking wet," he laughed a little. "tell me, which part turned you on?"

you slapped his hand and he laughed louder, pecking your lips and drawing away to lock eyes with you just in time to see your reaction when he slid a finger along your slit. he captured your gasp in another kiss and soon, things got all heated up. the sound of your moans were swallowed in his kisses as he slid two fingers knuckle-deep inside you and started thrusting them, curling them inside to earn loud gasps from you.

"so responsive," he praised, trailing kisses down your neck again and finding another spot to suck at. it was good that you mostly stayed at home, you thought. he had a thing with marking you and you could only imagine how much a hassle it would have been to cover it on a daily basis.

"yunho," you gasped when his thumb started circling your clit. it hadn't even been that long that you started getting more physical but he sure knew all your buttons. "please."

"please what?" he breathed against your adam's apple, reminding you once again how this all started.

"i'm so close," you moaned.

"already?" he tsk-ed, kissing the protruding spot on your neck. "how badly do you want it?"

you cupped his face and kissed him in answer, your tongues colliding in the passionate makeout which only sent another wave of arousal through your body and you shivered against him. he knew you were close so he drew apart and made you rest your head against the cushion again.

"you asked me about my dark fantasies, right?" yunho almost whispered and you nodded, anticipating what was next. "not the darkest fantasy, but a good start- choking."

you frowned- choking was pretty common... no?

"there's a very subtle difference in choking for pain and choking for pleasure," yunho explained, his hand around your neck now, his other hand still rubbing your clit in circles, his fingers pumping inside you slowly. "and sure, choking is common, but sweetheart..."

yunho pressed the sides of your throat for a second experimentally and you gasped. "feel that? see how everything you feel inside you becomes heightened but your senses grow numb?"

"yeah," you breathed, squirming under him- you were almost there. "pleasure."

"and if i pressed like this," he said, gently squeezing from the front- so gently that you almost didn't feel anything. "it would be to kill you. how faint is the line between pain and pleasure, y/n?"

you didn't realise when yunho sped up his fingers thrusting inside you but you were almost out of breath now and when he flicked your clit and provided the friction it needed to get over the edge, right when you could feel your orgasm beginning to wash over you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear-

"do you think i have dark fantasies like that?"

and you almost wouldn't have heard him because he pressed the sides of your throat, choking you right as your orgasm washed over you and your vision darkened, your back arching against him. everything was so heightened- yunho on top of you, his fingers inside you, his hand palming your clit, the other hand squeezing your throat like a choker necklace, his lips on your temple in a kiss, his thighs caging you, but the most heightened of all-

his question, the itch in your brain yet to be scratched. it clouded your thoughts as you took deep breaths to recover from the orgasm, as he kissed you everywhere and drew back to clean his fingers with tissues.

"so..." you breathed. "you won't be answering that, will you?"

he only smirked. "answering it would kill all the fun."

#deleted scene plus two bonus scenes who dis #and the smut that never made it in guerrilla LMAO #might have went overboard but who cares i needed to get this out anyway to move on #fic: guerrilla #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho smut #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines

[norrizzandpia]

Hii love your work first of all! I kinda wanted to request something.

So i wanted to request them massaging your boobs. Like you know that feeling and the end of the day where you take your bra off and your boobs hurt? And the notice and massage your boobs for you. You know what I mean :)).

Not really in a sexual way but more like a comforting way ya know.

Doesn't matter if its for Lando or Oscar...

Byeeee

Alright after CAREFUL CONSIDERATION I’ve decided to write this for Oscar i hope you’ll like it!!!! <3

I Know What You Need (OP81)

Summary: She’s had a stressful day, he knows just what she needs.

Warnings: massaging boobs? Two sexual references but its very cute and fluffy

Note: bro why tf have i never found a man like this im so bitter

During summer break, Oscar got a little taste of what it was like for Y/n while he was away working. The constant longing for her presence as she spent the majority of the day at her office nagged at him, causing his mind to go crazy as he awaited her arrival in their shared apartment. He would mope around for the first few hours, texting her and asking when she would be home, before deciding to “man up” by cleaning the house, then he’d watch a movie or two before taking a nap. His last few hours were wasted making paper airplanes and entertaining the stray cat on the fire escape. He was desperate for anything to hold his attention long enough so that the feelings of desperation for his girlfriend would, at least, slightly subside.

Nonetheless, the entire day, without fail, was spent with only her on his mind. Because of this, when she got home, he was on her in an instant. However, this time, as she walked the door with sunken shoulders and her heels in hand, he thought that being as overbearing as he usually was might overwhelm her more. So, with this in mind, he slowly walked over to her, smiling down at her when she turned around, feeling his hand on her waist, and shoved herself into his warm chest.

“Hi, my love. How was your day?” He whispered to her, rubbing a hand up and down her back soothingly.

Her groan was muffled, but her exasperation was clear, “Rough.”

He nodded and kissed her temple, “Sorry to hear, baby. What can I do?”

She pulled herself from his embrace, arms winding around her back and picking at the clothing hugging too tight for comfort, “I don’t know yet, just let me get out of these clothes.”

She began to walk away from him, but when he caught sight of what she was trying to reach on her back, he stopped her.

“I can take your bra off for you?” He tried, watching her body stop any kind of movement before slowly turning around.

“Osc, I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to have sex right now.” She looked down at her feet.

He shook his head, taking big strides over to her before taking her face in his hands, “No, no, no, my love. It’s just to help you. You looked like you were struggling with it.”

Her eyes softened and her arm fell limply at her side, “Okay.”

Her grateful smile mirrored his as he winded his arms down her back and grabbed ahold of the hem of her shirt. Pulling it slowly over her head, he tried to make the moment as gentle as possible, knowing how stressed she must be when everyone at her job consistently looks to her when they run into the most minor convenience. When her torso was bare to him, nothing but her bra being left, he trailed his hands back up her body and latched onto the clip of the material. Being experienced with the bra she was wearing, he had it off quick, her boobs falling as he pulled it off of her. Her small groans had Oscar feeling triumphant, but, when her small hands came up to palm at the two, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you doing that?” It didn’t sound judgmental, just curious.

Her eyes opened, having previously fallen closed when her hands came in contact with her boobs, “It feels nice. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s just… soothing.”

He stared at for a moment before his mind made itself up, “Can I try?”

Her eyes lit up, suddenly very interested in the line of question, “Yeah!”

He nodded, hands timidly coming up to rest on her boobs, a gesture he had done multiple times before, but in much more inappropriate situations. His fingers squeezed softly before they began to rub the skin, Y/n’s eyes falling closed once more at the feeling. He started doing a certain movement, incredibly indescribable, that had Y/n gasping.

“Oscar! You’re good at this!” Her chuckling made his heart warm.

His face lit up, happy to make his girlfriend feel good in another way, “Yeah?”

Her hands came to cover his that still rested on his boobs, moving them slightly to signal his continuation of the previous movements. When he gave in to the request, she went back to groaning, letting out small sounds that communicated her relief.

“So good, Osc.”

“I never thought I’d be massaging your boobs, have you groaning, telling me how good it feels, and not have both of us naked, doing the dirty.”

Her jaw dropped and she smacked his shoulder, but she laughed at his comment, no real harm done. The only harm, if you really wanted to call it harm, was that Y/n made a promise to herself to always ask Oscar for boob massages at the end of the day rather than have her own self do it.

That promise was fulfilled many, many times in the coming future.

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[updownlately]

but i bet you if they only knew (they’d just be jealous of us)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 2k | a/n: another req! in all honesty this took me ages to even get a basic idea of what i wanted to write and countless drafts and i still don't how to feel about it. hopefully y'all atleast find this somewhat wholesome bc that's what i was going for but if not then welp... to whoever requested, my bad for the time this took but i hope you don't mind that i changed the req a bit! anyway, as usual, happy reading!

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In the midst of the locker room chaos, everyone seemingly more energetic after the afternoon training, sat Leah-  nearly ready to go, regular trainers on, bag packed, focus strayed drastically from her original intent of going home as quickly as possible.

Attention instead directed towards Beth and Katie’s, their off key singing easily entertaining the whole Arsenal women’s team, the blonde missed the way her phone vibrated, the noise of the notification lost in the sea of laughter, yelling, and the (not) grammy winning performance.

Arms crossed as she leant back in her seat, an amused smile on her face as she took in the interaction in front of her, the near silent buzzes went ignored, the second and third messages, each pinging one after the other, unnoticed by the English skipper.

It was only when the noise died down ever so slightly, ironic timing with your final planned text coming in, did she realize what was occurring. 

Small smile already crossing her face, a pretty good idea of who it might be already on her mind, Leah reached for the device beside her, quickly lifting it and smiling wider as the multiple notifications of text messages from you showed on the lock screen. 

Heading to your message thread, her grin grew as she saw the onslaught of texts.

‘Someone was excited to wake up today’

‘The smile’s been there since morning’

‘I think he misses you’

The words were split with a video coming between the first two messages, and a short clip followed the final message.

As Leah hit play on the first clip, unaware of the three sets of eyes on her, a soft look crossed her face- one that very much didn’t go unnoticed by Viv, Steph, and most importantly, McCabe. 

Letting Leah finish watching whatever it was, devious smile ever-present, the Irishwoman made her way over to the blonde, teasing words already slipping past her lips.

“Well, did the missus text ya something? The way your smile’s nearly turned you into the Cheshire Cat, I think you oughta share with us, no?”

And before Leah could even shoot off the barest of replies to you, her phone was promptly taken from her grasp, the blonde left with a shock on her face, mind not yet caught up to what was happening, hand still outstretched from where it had been holding her phone.

Barely able to formulate any sense of a protest Leah watched helplessly as the whole locker room went silent when Katie’s surprised cry rang out, a look of disbelief clear on her face as her head turned dramatically to face the midfielder then the phone in her hands and then the midfielder again, jaw nearly on the floor.

“IS THAT YOURS?”

The bewildered question was unusually loud, capturing the attention of everyone else.

The blonde couldn’t help but nod meekly in response, shrinking in on herself as the unwanted attention directed towards her, an innumerable set of eyes peering at the interaction. 

A red hue spread on her face as Katie continued to stand in front of her, jaw agape, phone now locked automatically as her head turned back to face the black screen. 

As the silence stretched on, neither the blonde nor brunette uttering a single word, the silent Mexican standoff piqued the curiosity of their fellow teammates, Beth and Steph quietly making their way over to peer over Katie’s shoulder only to be met with a black screen. 

“What are you on about?”

And at Beth’s questioning words, Leah sprang into action, quickly rising from where she was resting and reaching to try and grab her phone off the other woman.

Her attempt was futile though, as Katie pulled the locked device behind her back, the other arms snapping out to block Leah from advancing any closer.

“Nope. No. No way. You’re not getting this back until you explain yourself.” 

“Katie- no-“

The protest was cleanly cut off, the Irishwoman reverently shaking her head at the futile attempt.

“That doesn’t sound like an explanation…”

“McCabe…How about I tell you later? Just between us?”

Apparently though, that wasn’t good enough for the rest of the team, a large outcry of protests rising at the words.

It was only Lia who sat back amusedly, watching as she watched the other girls try and get Leah to unlock her phone or get Katie to spill the secret, the Swiss captain already having an idea of what this could be about, a secret she had known since its origin. 

“At least show them the video under the condition that they can’t ask questions today?”

If the sharp glare that her work wife received was any indication, Leah was not at all a fan of the idea, herself concerned if she could even share the videos. 

Turning her gaze back to the rest of the squad huddled around the left winger who still had her phone, she sighed in defeat, clearly realizing she wasn’t going to get out of this one, especially not after that last proposition. 

Sighing, the blonde pinched the bridge of her nose in disbelief, disappointed in herself for giving in.

“Alright. I’ll show you guys what Katie saw, on the condition that I’m not answering any questions today after I show you and I get my phone back first.”

“What if you just sprint out of here with it?”

Rolling her eyes at the remark made by none other than the devil herself, Leah groaned audibly, head thrown back as she rubbed her temples. 

“I’ve got the yellow-card queen in front of me and Jen’s standing by the door…thank you but no thank you- I value my ability to walk…”

The smart-ass reply had Katie hesitantly handing Leah her phone, the blonde promptly texting you for permission to show the team before she actually did.

It wasn’t like you controlled who saw the pictures, but very early on in the whole procedure- the whole relationship really- you both had agreed upon keeping this area of your life private, especially as the game grew to the extent that it did.  

As much as the team knew you existed, you having met them countless times by now, even to the point where Lia would tease that you would’ve been her work wife had you played for Arsenal instead, the existence of the tiny human you and Leah had was very much not common knowledge to the team.

If anything, only the Swiss captain was really the only one who knew in the football world. 

People had their hunches of course, your own teammates at Bayern having an inkling themselves, but it had never been confirmed, and you and the blonde had never been more grateful.

It’s why Leah patiently waited for your go-ahead text to come, shaking her head at the grumbling of her fellow teammates as she waited for a response.

Quieting the team’s grumbling with threats of just waiting them out, Leah smiled in victory as none of them called her bluff, sighing in relief as your text chimed in, nervousness fluttering at the words she read. 

‘I think it’s about time, yeah?’

Nodding to herself and taking a deep breath in, the blonde let out a quick exhale before texting back a quick saluting emoji and a heart in response, waiting for your reply before showing the team the root of the intervention. 

“Okay, so like I said, no questions once I show you, and I get to leave ASAP and you’ll understand why…”

When no one protested at the words, Leah nodded, taking confirmation in the silence and scrolling up in the conversation to find the videos you had sent. 

Proud grin on her face as she turned her phone to face the team, she couldn’t help the way her chest slightly puffed up, chin subconsciously rising in joy.

And as the rest of the team huddled around to get the barest of looks, one by one their jaws dropped, the video on the screen garnering the same reaction as earlier, except this time across the whole room and not just the walking loudspeaker.

Said video that featured your and Leah’s six-month old, eyes half closed as the little guy did a gummy little yawn, arms stretching adorably across the bed before he pulled them back in and shot a cheeky little grin straight towards the camera- the same grin you swear he somehow stole from Leah. 

Hearing the audio cut out and the frozen stares across the room, the team no doubt in a state of shock and confusion, Leah quickly pulled back the phone and swiped to the next video, a mix of pride and nervousness thrumming through her as the second video played. 

It consisted of you holding your son in your arms as you danced around your shared kitchen, music softly being played in the background. And whilst it was cute with the way the toddler was gripping tightly onto your forearms, a toothy grin ever-present on his face, it wasn’t the key part of the video. 

It was what followed the end of the video, the way the drunk-seeming little tiny human babbled the little words with you, repeating the little vowels as you said them. How you looked at the camera before reciting the words, being repeated by the baby and coming out barely legible yet clear as day to the blonde- ‘luv ma ma’.

The utterance of the broken phrase was highlighted by your shocked face as you did a little cheer of your own, looking at your phone before sending the lens a tender smile just before the video cut.

It wasn’t the first time your son had said it, but each day it seemed to get a little clearer, and with each utterance it had Leah’s heart doing a flutter she never knew anyone but you could cause. 

Trying not to get too teared up at the thought of how quickly the days were passing, the skipper snapped herself out of the thoughts, shyly bringing her arm back as she registered the silence in the room. 

Swallowing audibly at the number of shocked faces expectantly looking at her, she turned towards Lia, a pleading look of help on her face as the other woman merely shrugged with a smirk on her face.

Damn the Swiss and their need to be neutral…

Turning back to the sea of Arsenal warm gear, Leah prepared herself mentally, reaching for her bag and quickly shouldering it before tucking her cleats under her arms.

Wincing as the team barely moved, she planned her escape whilst shrugging as if to say ‘well…’

“Surprise? I guess?”

Within milliseconds of the words leaving her, the blonde heard a flurry of questions immediately being sent her way, her previous request tossed out the window without a second glance. 

And as the onslaught of ‘how old is he?’, ‘he or she?’, coupled with the ‘why didn’t you tell us?’, ‘wait since when?’ and of course, the ‘what the fuck Leah???’ (courtesy of Beth of course) barrelled through, the Englishwoman quickly sprinted her way out of the change rooms, those that were just barely dressed and ready to leave immediately following her like a row of ducklings, as the blonde sprinted to her car.

Mentally berating herself on why she didn’t just leave halfway through Beth and Katie’s rendition of ‘I want it that way’, Leah quickly got into her car, reversing before the team had any shot of catching up, phone being (gently) tossed into the backseat as texts started ringing through.

With nearly a half hour passing since the blonde was supposed to be home, and the thought of the little munchkin waiting at home for her (and of course, you), Leah relaxed as she made the drive back home, grimacing at the thought of the chaotic uproar she most definitely left behind, and glad for the chaotic peace that awaited her a handful of minutes away.

Smiling at the contrast, a small grin overtook her face, gratefully for the overgrown kids she had with football, and the small tot she had at home.

Yeah, maybe life didn’t get any better than this, the perfect mix of chaos and love never-ending…she’d happily take this. 

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inspo for this post was literally this insta reel - can't tell me that isn't absolutely adorableeeeee

#not proofread as usual- we don't do that here anymore it seems #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #woso #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagine #my writing #fic #fic req #fluff #bibyitok #if this is shit... idek man- my bad

[maxislvt]

Hey!

can i request a one shot where Nat is a secret agent who's supposed to babysit r while collecting info on r's parents. r sneaks to a party and many incidents take place which show nat eventually starts getting possessive (smut too please!)

warnings: possessive behavior, smut, afab!reader, dom!natasha, fingering, edging

Natasha didn't believe in distractions.

Distractions were a sign of an untrained spy. Natasha only saw opportunities. It was easier to do when she was on missions that lasted a long time. If she played her cards right, anything could happen.

But you were different.

Natasha knew you were something different, but she couldn’t figure out exactly what. At first, she told herself you were just entertainment. She could play with your innocent little heart and tease you whenever she pleased. Maybe she'd squeeze some information out of you, but that was never a priority with you.

As innocent as you were, it seemed you had your methods of seduction.

You were helpless and Natasha felt almost obligated to keep you safe. All that whining whenever she disinfected the cut you got from your latest kitchen adventure and your excited little squeals whenever you saw something cute. But, you were still a young adult at heart, and that always left room for rebellion. It wasn't always bad or destructive. That rebellious spirit is what led to both of you saving a stray cat that you had affectionately labeled as your baby, but sometimes it was dangerous.

Now, Natasha had to chase you around the city because you decided to sneak out and go bar hopping with your friends. She foolishly assumed that it'd be one of those stupid late-night snack runs you and your friends liked to go on. But after a few too many pings from the phone tracker, Natasha realized what you were up to.

Bar hopping wasn't your style. If you were to come home tipsy, it'd probably be because you had too many glasses of wine at some fancy restaurant. You were just much too timid to be out at a club and taking shots from the first person who offered to buy you a few. You were incredibly too shy to make out with that same person in the corner.

It appeared Natasha didn't know you that well, because that's exactly what she caught you doing. The relief of finding you was immediately replaced with a bitterness Natasha hadn't felt in a long time. Watching that bumbling idiot try and shove their tongue down your throat made her skin crawl. You deserved better than that.

She slipped through the crowded room without any concern for the others. Natasha practically threw the girl off of you. "Text your friends, I'm taking you home." Her grip was unusually harsh for handling you, but she didn’t allow you to argue with her. Natasha ignored the curious stares and murmuring as she dragged you out of the club. She stopped in front of the car and finally turned to face you. “What do you think you’re doing? I look away for one second and then you run off and start whoring yourself out?!”

You were taken aback by how mean Natasha was being. She’d never talked to you like that. Between the shock and embarrassment bubbling under your skin, you couldn’t think of anything to say. You snatched your hand away and got in the back seat of the car.

The ride back home was painfully quiet. Both of you had a lot to say but were much too pissed off to speak. Natasha was mature enough to at least use the silence to help her calm down.

You brushed past Natasha once she unlocked the door to your parent's house.

"You know we have to talk about this." Natasha said as she locked the door. You were either drunk or loaded with sass at this point, but something was better than nothing. Though she didn't comment on the frustrated groan you let out, she decided it would be a great time to teach you a lesson.

You refused to sit down as Natasha grabbed a bottle of your father's favorite whiskey and two glasses. "I'm not drinking that crap." You grumbled. Your throat burned just thinking about it. All you wanted to do was shower and forget about the embarrassment you faced tonight. "Look, you already ruined my night out. Isn't that enough?"

Natasha sat down in the recliner with her leg spread. "You certainly didn't seem to mind it when blondie was buying it for you." She could only laugh at your poor attempt to look upset with her. When she realized you wouldn't sit down, she patted her lap. "What's all this about, hm? I know this isn't you."

You looked down at her lap then back up at her. "God, you're impossible." Nevertheless, you sat down. The way her arms wrapped around you made you feel safe. Natasha's hold was comforting. "I wanted to hang out with my friends like an adult, then you came in and caused a scene before taking me home against my will." You grumbled.

Natasha examined the expression on your face. Her own lips curled into a devious smirk. "Really, because I think it's a lot more than that." Her hands squeezed your hips before positioning you on her thigh. "I think someone has a little crush they don't know how to deal with it." She whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck. "Now, you wanna act out in hopes of making me jealous." Her fingers slipped into your underwear without hesitation.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "That's not…you can't just- ah!" The protest was quickly cut off by a string of moans Natasha's fingers are much too skilled for you to really try fighting back. Not that you wanted to. "You're not being fair!" You whined softly.

Natasha rested her chin on your shoulder. "And it's fair for you to tease me like that? I didn't even know you owned clothes this tight." Her fingers curled just at the right angle to make you squirm. "I think it's only fair I have the upper hand for a bit." She pressed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat. If she wouldn't get in trouble for it, she would've gladly left more than a lipstick stain. "Are you about to cum already?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

There was no point in lying to her. Your legs were shaking and you could barely think. You'd be screaming if you knew your parents weren't home. "I- Yes, please just let me cum." You whispered desperately. Never had you been the one that needed permission. You had grown used to playfully bossing Natasha around, but now you were entirely at her mercy. "Please, I promise I won't sneak out again…"

Natasha coed at you. "I know you won't do that again." She said, "I wanted you to promise me that you won't run around letting other people touch you. That includes yourself." Her teeth latched on to your ear making you yelp.

You were going crazy. "Fine, fine! I just wanna cum please." Your body was practically buzzing. "It's coming, I'm cumming." You whimpered pathetically. The orgasm built into an unbelievably tight knot in your stomach and you were just ready for it to pop.

Then, Natasha pulled her fingers away.

"No, no, no, no!"

Natasha examined the slick dripping down her fingers. You were quite messy. She sucked the tangy liquid off her fingers as you complained. "Oh come on, you should know by now I don't go around rewarding bad behavior." She tapped your side, signaling you to stand up. "Maybe if you go back to being your obedient self I'll consider giving you a proper one."

#panther speaks #anon #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #natasha fanfiction #natasha fanfic #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #panthers drabbles

[sukunasfangurl]

Vacation with Gojo Satoru

Ngl ive been thinking about a vacation with gojo so i wanted to write some hcs ab it!! Hope u like it :3

Pov: Gojo takes you on vacation for one week to celebrate your birthday, and it was the best week of your life 🙏🔥

SFW

- Gojo surprises you with 2 tickets booked to the one place in the world you always wanted to visit for your birthday on a dinner date!! it was so romantic

- once yall get there he already booked almost everything for u, the best hotel, and made sure everything was set up perfectly with decor and presents in ur room

- he paid for everything, like EVERYTHING. Dinner was so good, and he always was around you.

- you guys went to the beach alot to swim around and have fun, and he took you around the country to visit more beaches and places that you would love to see

- whatever you want, he'll make it happen. It's your birthday after all, so you want to go eat out and drink till 3 am? He'll make sure to stay sober enough to get you guys back to the room. Want to go pet the stray animals for hours on end, and bring one home? He'll tuck a stray cat in his bag and surprise you with it in your room. Want to go around shopping all day? He'll get a driver for both of you and buy anything you want.

- throughout the day he'll leave small notes and trinkets around the hotel room and during breakfast, lunch or dinner like small notes with praise, compliments or dirty pick up lines to make you laugh.

- he'll also leave small gifts, like rings or necklaces and figures that reminded him of you when he went out with you to go shopping.

- when your out dancing some guys stare or try to flirt with you, and satoru will show up in his sexy ass clothes (some shorts and t shirt that's half open) with a drink in his hand and tell the guy off, saying that she's already taken.

- once a guy hit on you during vacation at the beach, and satoru came up and said that he was your husband and wrapped his hand around your waist

- ofc gojo had girls drooling on him, but he did not pay attention to any of em. Obv when you guys went drinking, girls would flirt and sit with him when you weren't there, but once gojo saw you in a distance after being harrased by a bunch of foreign women, he got up quickly and said "there's my beautiful girlfriend, sorry girls but my future wife and me have an amazing night to spend" and he walked off without even glancing back at them.

- ofc he was a sorcerer so he could've had to leave the vacation any day to go on a mission that was important, so one day he suddenly had to leave to go on a dangerous mission to help his students. He apologized so much, and made sure he would come back right when he was done, and even paid for one more week because he had to leave for 2-3 days.

- you were extremely sad, but understanding. He left for a few days and you were by yourself, he left you his credit card and the driver.

-he would text you whenever he could updating you on the situation and sending pictures

- when he finally came back, he saw you sitting in your room all alone and sad.

- he asked you why you were so sad, and you told him you started to miss him so much and didn't feel like having fun without him, because he was also your boyfriend and best friend.

- he felt so guilty and asked for forgiveness, you did forgive him and you guys spent the whole day together

- when you realized he paid for one more week, you told him he shouldn't pay so much money on you, gojo brushed it off and said it was nothing, seeing you happy and being with you in such a beautiful place was worth every single penny.

NSFW

- birthday sex was wild. Every night you two would go crazy, he would dominate the hell out of you if you asked, and filled everyone of your fantasies

- one night you guys went so hard, you had to change rooms a day after because of the people next to you complaining about a bed creaking and the moaning that they could hear through the walls till late

- one night when you came back from the indoor restaurant in the hotel to look for gojo in the room, you saw him with petals on the bed, wine on the bedside table and a rose in his mouth

- he had his shirt off and dress pants, grinning from ear to ear, "Hey baby, ready for bed?" You laughed at first, but honestly it was soo hot to see him like that

- that night was great. He would pound into you like nothing else mattered in the world, and everytime he came inside you, he would say happy birthday and smirk while continuing

- you wanted to dom him? Alright, he would let you. Wanted to get dominated by him? For him to not hold back? Bet. He'll make sure you can't walk the next day. (Room service is great!)

- you two would relax in the indoor hot tub in your room after you two were finally done

- most likely would end up fucking in the tub too.

- you two had a great balcony view of the ocean and beach, you would stand outside just to enjoy the view.

- gojo would go our to the balcony and slowly rub his hands up and down your back, then around your waist. If you two were in the mood, he would start kissing down your neck and pull up your night dress, then his shorts were off next.

- you would grip the railing as he thrusted in and out of you from behind, covering your mouth or pulling your hands back sometimes.

- "shhh, don't want other people to hear your cute little moans right?" He teased, while spanking you and pounding you even harder

- he would pick you up with his arms to face him, while he continued to pound into your cunt like it was any other day.

- "does the birthday girl like daddy's cock, huh? Tell me how good it feels baby."

- after the vacation was over, you two would head back with loads of bags of souvenirs and everything you two bought. He probably spent at least around 10,000 on you. (Maybe more)

- if you guys went somewhere hot, gojos tan line would definitely show. It would be kinda cute the way his Tan looked on him.

- gojo would stare at your tans all the time after you guys came back, he would trace them and tell you how your breasts and ass looked so cute.

- you told him how the hell you could make up all he did for you on your birthday on his birthday?? He just told you, "for my birthday, all I need is you. I don't care about anything too expensive, that's up to you. The sex will be great though, that's for sure." You smacked the back of his head playfully as he laughed at his dirty remark.

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[bellastay99]

STRAY KIDS WHEN..

(fem!reader + SKZ)

You deny his kiss request

❤️ HYUNG LINE ❤️

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Bangchan

He'll judge you and himself

Did he make something wrong?

Are you teasing?

Are you in a bad mood?

Why?

Whhhyy?

-🐺-

*at the waiting room, Chan is sitting on the chair before the performance, he saw coming in his direction while texting on the phone*

Chan- Bae...give me a good lucky kiss *pout*

You- Ah...? *Stop still looking at the phone*

Chan- A kiss...

You- Later...*look up* Hyunjin what did said to my mother?! *Walk away*

Chan:

Changbin- *holding his laugh* Emotional daaaamage~ *little dance*

Chan- She'll see the damage at home...

Changbin- *extremely surprised with the answer* Whaaa...? *Laughing* Hyuuuung!! Don't say that!

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Minho

He can't understand why

WHY?!

He hates to be ignored like that

But usually you refuse to see his reaction

-🐰-

*In a vlog at his mother's house, both were spending time together with his family. He sat on the bed after playing with his cats and records you*

You- *were drying your hair* ...? *Notice* Minho, I'm ugly now...

Minho- Ugly? Watching you drying your hair is kind of sexy...

You- *Hold the laugh* Dummy...*he keeps staring* What?

Minho- Ppoppo~

You- Not now, Minho...*giggles* Not with the camera on, Stays won't like it.

Minho- I don't care... Ppoppooo~

You- *turn off the hairdryer* No, I'll help your mother with the dinner~ *walk away*

Minho: *turns the camera to him*

Minho- Stay... See what you guys do? I'm a sad man...*stand up*

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CHANGBIN

He thinks it is kind of funny

He loves when you provoke him

Sometimes acts a little awkward when he isn't expecting certain actions from you

A little lost

And definitely will try to steal kisses from you the rest of the day

-🐷-

*I love to imagine an exposed relationship muhaha*

*You and your group (yees, group >:)) were invited to Collab with Stray Kids in a tv show called "Sleepovers", where they invite two groups to the show and interact. Of course they invite your group with Stray Kids, your relationship with Changbin was top 5 on Twitter and everywhere have months already*

(*m0- member of you group)

Han- What do we do now?

Hyunjin- We have a list! *Open a huge list of missions*

Seungmin- Oh my gosh!

*M1- Why so big?! Jeez!

Changbin- *grab the list* The first mission is: "Changbin kisses his girlfriend"! *Everybody laughs* That's easy!JAGIYA!Come on!

You- I swear, I'll punch you *giggles blushing*

Changbin- It gains 450 points!*pouts*

You- *you try to grab the list of his hand but he keeps trying to kiss you* CHANGBIN! *Laughing, you give a little slap on his lips and move away*

*The boys started to laugh really hard*

Changbin:

Chan- *dying of laughing*

Jeongin- Hyung, I think you got refused by your own girlfriend on camera *pretend to be in shock*

Changbin- I wasn't denied! She's not like that...Is just not the right moment *laughing awkwardly* I wasn't expecting that. I'll get my revenge.

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Hyunjin

He get annoyed lol

He HATES and love when you do that

He knows it only to provoke

But...he's never ready for it lol

-🥟-

*Vlog at the dance room*

Hyunjin - *sits on the ground* I'm kind of stressed out...this choreo is hard.

Seungmin- *recording* You can't, Hyung, calm dooown~

Hyunjin- The only thing that calms me down now is my princess...*looking for you*

Seungmin- *searching for you with the camera and find you passing through, he zooms in* Hiii~

You- *waves while eating a snack*

Hyunjin- Baby, I really need a kiss now...give me attention.

You- *nodded in deny*...why?

Hyunjin:... Cause I want a kiss and attention... I need to calm down.

You- You won't have it~ *smile walking away*

Seungmin- *Put the camera at Hyunjin* Hehehe...You got rejected, hyung.

Hyunjin:

Seungmin- Hyung is mad~ *zoom in and out*

Hyunjin- A little...

Seungmin- You don't like when she refused your kiss? ~

Hyunjin- She's crazy if she wants to provoke me today...

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Continue in part two - Maknae line

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[rewh0re]

━PROMISES ARE BUT FUTILE WORDS ; MIKAGE REO

- angst, 1.1k, yelling and cursing, crying, fed up reader, crying reo (sorry!), Give it a read maybe and I'll give you a cookie! Reblogs + feedbacks are highly appreciated!!

It was a highly extravagant restaurant with bright blinding lights and fancy customers murmuring amongst themselves. The sound of cutlery hitting the plates as people enjoyed their meal became more and more evident as time passed by.

You could see her. Your waitress. She was trying her hardest to subtly look at you after every 2 seconds, maybe waiting to approach you again. You took a sip of your water as you sighed and rubbed your neck, fidgeting with the beautiful pearl necklace that you wore. The one saved only for special occasions. You looked down at your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in an hour. Maybe they weren't really even looking at you necessarily but all you felt were pairs of eyes burning holes into your frame as you kept checking for at least one text. It never came.

"Miss?" Your waitress finally came up to you, a sheepish look on her face. You gave her a small understanding smile.

"Miss I am really sorry but you might have to give up this table. You have not ordered anything in an hour and the other customers are patiently waiting outside. So if you could please order something?" She gave you a smile that screamed the amount of pity she held for you.

"Uh no I'm fine, I'll be leaving. So sorry for keeping up the line," you blinked twice as you tried to keep the little tears at bay. You got up from your chair, smiled at her one last time and quickly walked out of the very expensive, very beautiful restaurant. You saved up for this.

You checked your phone one last time. No text or call from Reo.

"Fuck that jerk. Fucking shithead," you muttered more to yourself. You wiped the few stray tears that slipped and headed straight towards home.

All you wanted at this very moment was to change out of the clothes you were wearing and maybe just try to sleep. You couldn't sleep without Reo, but you have to today.

You opened the front door, ready to freshen up as soon as possible but you froze on the doorway.

There he was, sitting on the sofa, your cat on his lap as he was watching some football match you honestly didn't care about at the moment. You were angry, seething, all you felt was rage because what the fuck was Mikage Reo doing at home just chilling when you humiliated yourself at a restaurant where he was supposed to be on a date with you?

"Oh hey honey! You're back!" He gave you his million dollar smile and normally that would make your insides flutter but you clenched your jaw as you constricted yourself from screaming at him. Not so soon.

"What do you mean by that? What are you doing at home?" You asked in a flat voice.

"Oh well, practice ended early so I went over to Nagi's and we played some games. Then I came home and thought that we'd cuddle but you weren't here," he smiled at you from the sofa, softly petting your cat. "But you were not here. I assumed you went out with your friends so I didn't bother you by calling and all. Hey? Are you feeling okay"

You saw his face morph into one of concern and he probably saw yours covered in pure vexation.

"Am I okay? Am I okay?! REO! do you really not remember what today was supposed to be," you paced towards him, your footsteps quick and voice rising, slowly but surely.

Reo's eyes widened in horror as the realization finally dawned upon him. It was your 1 year anniversary. You both had decided on a date night at the restaurant for which he knew you saved up. You had mentioned this being extremely special for you.

"Shit," reo hissed as he shut his eyes, opening them to see tears almost streaming out of your own.

"Shit indeed," you turned to go towards your bedroom but he was quick to hold your wrist.

"Listen. Y/n. I am so sorry it completely slipped my mind. I-"

You laughed at his pointless explanation, "of course it slipped your mind Reo. It always fucking does! Last time, I asked you to hang out at my place and you forgot. Before that I asked you if you could check out the cafe near my office and guess what? You couldn't make it. Everytime I try to do something special for us, you ruin it by blowing up on me. So don't give me that bullshit that it slipped your mind because if you wanted to come with me in the first place, that wouldn't have happened."

You snatched your wrist away from him. You were panting from all the yelling you did and it was so evident that you were trying your hardest not to break down then and there. Reo had understood that his relationship was hanging on by a thread at this point and he was unable to do anything to save it.

"Baby listen. I'm sorry I've done this to you. I love you. I do, really and I can try to come up with an explanation as to why I stood you up but there won't be any. So I won't try. All I can say right now is that I'm sorry and I promise y/n. I promise that next time, I will not repeat this mistake. Won't you give me another chance?" By now even Reo was trying his hardest to keep his tears at bay. His lips quivered and voice broke with every sentence that he spoke but he stood his ground. He realized he might lose you very soon. Very very soon. But he would beat himself up over it if he at least didn't try to keep you with him.

You scoffed at his words, meaningless as they were to you, "Promise? Ha! Your promises have proved to be useless time and time again Reo. Your promises are nothing but a string of futile words attached by some lanky thread that grows more precarious every passing second. I cannot trust your words anymore."

You looked away to hide your tears. He tried to gently hold your face, look into your eyes but the way you smacked his hand away revealed how this relationship had already broken.

"This was my last straw Reo. I want you out of my house by morning," his eyes widened in pain and tears kept flowing but he knew you wouldn't change your mind. He knew you. Once you made a decision, you stuck to it, not being easily swayed.

"If that is what you want, what you truly, really want, then I will respect your decision y/n. But I need you to know that you look gorgeous today and everyday and I will love you. Always. You gave me the world and if you ever want to try again or if you ever find it in yourself to forgive me, I will be just one call away." He kissed your forehead, a kiss that lingered longer than expected because this was the last.

Reo was gone the next morning when you woke up.

#MID #but mercy pls i havent written in eons #anyway #reo angst #mikage reo angst #bllk angst #blue lock angst #bllk #blue lock #reo #mikage reo #bllk x y/n #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #mikage reo x you #mikage reo x reader #reo x you #blue lock reo #reo x reader #also forgive any grammatical or spelling errors #haven't proofread #—storytelling🌙

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black cat (dad!ross x reader fluff)

day 28 of promptober, the penultimate fic for me, and the return of dad!ross in fic form!! i like this one a lot. basically... you come home from work, and there's a cat in your gaff. cute! hope you enjoy <3

the first thing you see when you get home is your three year old son sat on the stairs by himself. keir is engrossed in one of the little thomas the tank engine picture books he loves so much, so engrossed that he doesn't even register the door opening, or the rush of cold air into the house that follows.

only when he hears the door close does keir look up. his little face lights up when he sees you, and he slowly sit-shuffles down, a stair at a time, before running to you and wrapping his entire little body around your leg. "hi mummy."

"hi baby," you lean down (with more difficulty than you'd care to admit) and kiss your son's head, shrugging your jacket off as you do. "how are you?"

"sleepy."

"me too, sweetheart," you hang your jacket on the coat stand. "you want up?"

keir nods, raising his arms. with a bit of effort, you scoop him up into your own - it's not that he's too heavy to lift, he's just so long-limbed (a trait he did not inherit from you) that manoeuvring him always takes a second. but it's worth it for the way he snuggles into you and faffs about with the string on your - well, ross's - hoodie.

speaking of ross - "where's dad, keir?"

"kitchen," comes the response, muffled by your jumper. "with eils."

"oh, ok. let's go and find them, yeah?"

keir nods sleepily into your neck, cuddling into you as you wander through the house. the incredibly tidy house, far neater than it was when you left this morning. there isn't a stray piece of lego anywhere, for once, and the carpets, you notice as you pad over them in your socks, have all been vacuumed to perfection. even the mess of blankets on the sofas have been folded - that never happens.

hmmmmm. interesting.

"what did you get up to today, then, baby? did you go to the park?" you nudge keir slightly when you see his eyelids fluttering closed. he's only just gotten past the napping phase, and you and ross are determined not to let him slip back into it.

your son brightens up immediately, and you know exactly what he's about to say. "yeah! me and dad played football. eilidh did cartwheels."

"who won the game?"

keir smiles smugly. "me."

"that's my boy!" you kiss his cheek.

he giggles. it makes your heart happy. "what did you do today, mummy? was your day good?"

oh, bless him. "it was, baby, thank you," you smile. "went to do some planning for when dad goes back to work. saw your auntie - she told me to give you a big hug from her, by the way - and cuddled lyla for a while."

"is the new baby here yet?"

"no, not yet. he will be soon, though."

(imminently, most likely - your friend is extremely, extremely pregnant. like, to the point that you were genuinely concerned about her leaving the house to hang out in a café with you. but she insisted, with an "i had to get out of there. matty's driving me up the fucking wall"; a statement you have also personally related to in life.)

keir hums. "and then he can play football with me."

"well, he won't be able to, for a while," you giggle, lightly poking your son's stomach. "he needs to learn how to walk first, remember."

"oh, yeah," he nods seriously. "maybe we can still get him a kit, though? just so he's ready?"

"i think your auntie and uncle will probably want to buy him his first one, but i'll ask them," you make a mental note to text after dinner. "sound good?"

keir nods again. he smiles, eyes crinkling really cutely, as you kiss his head and continue towards the kitchen. you can smell garlic and herbs and something rich that you can't quite name, wafting through the house quite deliciously; your stomach rumbles at the smell, but your eyes narrow. clean house, dinner on… ross is up to something.

as you near the kitchen, you can hear ross and eilidh whispering to each other through the half-open door. it's difficult to make out what exactly they're saying, over the sound of something bubbling on the stovetop, but they both sound fairly animated. 

their backs come into view when you slowly nudge the door open with your hip, and find the two of them standing in front of the sink, bunned heads looking down at something in the basin. that image only lasts a split second, mind you; as soon as they hear the creak of the door (ross didn't fix that today like he's been promising to do for a week, apparently), the two of them spin round to face you so quickly that eilidh nearly falls off her ikea kids stepstool.

her eyes are wide, but ross smiles sweetly at you. "hi, my love. didn't hear you come in. you must've been really quiet."

to the untrained eye and ear, ross would seem completely unfazed right now. but to you, the person who knows him best in the world, his smile is slightly too fixed to be natural, and there's a tiny tremor to his voice… he's freaking out about something. what?

before you can question, though, keir speaks. "yeah, dad, she was quiet. i didn't notice she was there. and then the door closed and i knew."

"keir!" eilidh wails. "you were meant to notice! that was your job! you were on mummy lookout, stupid!"

"eilidh macdonald! don't be so rude to your brother!" you say sternly, at the same time keir buries his head in your neck, and ross turns to your five year old and just raises his eyebrows. it's quite impressive how quickly he can shut anyone up with that look - even you aren't immune, and that's saying something.

your eldest looks at her dad, then you, then at keir and his quivering lip, then at the floor. "sorry. please don't cry, keir, i didn't really mean it."

too late. you can feel both hot tears hitting off your bare neck and your son's shoulders rising and falling as he sniffles. ross nudges eilidh forward, and you don't miss the way he steps to the side so the sink is blocked from your line of vision; she tentatively puts a hand on her brother's arm and speaks. "really didn't mean what i said, keir, i'm really really sorry. please can we be friends again?"

keir turns to look at her with an expression of complete and utter betrayal. "you promise you didn't mean it?"

eilidh nods sincerely.

"'kay," keir sniffles. "but i get to tell mum the secret."

"deal."

"tell mum what secret?" you question, eyes flicking to meet your husband's. "has it got something to do with the suddenly very tidy house, and the dinner you're currently making? which, off topic, smells incredible. but yes. i would like to know what's going on."

"oh, you noticed the living room. nice," ross says, his face indicating the opposite.

"ross, babe, why are you freaking out?"

"i'm not! well - ok, fine," your husband sighs. "kids, you need to take over. it's better if it comes from you. you're cuter."

"aha! you are trying to butter me up," you point at ross, who just shrugs, and then look at keir. "ok, baby, tell me the secret."

"know how i said we went to the park and me and dad played football and i won and eilidh did cartwheels?"

you bite back a laugh. god, your little boy really is just so adorable. "yeah…"

"and when we were walking back home there was a cat."

he stops there. you wait for a beat and then talk. "ok…?"

ross interjects, hands on eilidh's shoulders to stop her from jumping in. "and what did the cat do, mate?"

keir has to think for a second; he grins when the penny drops. "oh! it followed us home."

the penny is also beginning its descent to the ground for you, now. "a cat followed you home…"

"...and now it's in the sink," keir finishes the sentence for you.

for fuck's sake.

"ross, can i talk to you in the hall for a second?" with great effort, you keep your voice steady, despite the fact you're screaming on the inside.

your husband sees that, though, of course he does. gulping almost imperceptibly, he nods. "kids, keep an eye on our guest, yeah? hands off, though. and no touching the cooker either."

"ok, dad," eilidh kindly runs to get her brother's stepstool and put it next to her own. "keir, come and see!"

you put your son down, and he runs to join his sister. she wraps her arm around his shoulders, and you allow yourself a second of smiling at how cute they are before you pull ross through the doorway and let your anger take over.

as soon as he closes the door behind him, you let rip. "you let our children bring an alley cat into my house?! just picked up a random creature off the street and brought it in? what if it's feral? or it has fleas? the last thing we need right now is it scratching someone's eye out. or an infestation, my god. wait, what if it's already got a home, and you've just stolen someone's pet? jesus christ, we could be criminals! i can't believe this. i need to sit down."

"love…" ross begins, tugging you into him in lieu of you sliding down the wall onto the parquet floor. something about the familiarity of his arms and aftershave enveloping you makes you teary, and he patiently rubs your back.

"what are we going to tell the kids?" you sniffle into ross's chest, not unlike the way your son was sniffling into your neck a moment ago. "when it turns out we can't keep it because it needs to be sheltered or it already lives somewhere else? they'll be distraught, babe! i can't do that to our babies."

ross unwraps his arms from your waist. your lips start to tremble as soon as he lets go, but you're appeased when he cups your face in his big hands instead. "listen to me, my love. please," he says firmly, but not unkindly. "d'you really think i'm daft enough to let our kids bring home a cat that i thought would ever hurt them, or you, or me?"

"no, but-"

"and don't you think i've checked with the neighbours to see if anyone's missing a cat? because i have. even spoke to scary margaret."

you giggle. "is she as terrifying up close?"

"worse. don't wanna talk about it," ross smiles, and you get the sense that everything will be alright. "popped into the vet on the corner to get our new friend checked, too. no microchip, no fleas - and i gave it a bath, too, just in case, did the fairy liquid trick and everything…"

"how the fuck did you know about that trick?"

ross sighs. "tiktok, but, love, it's really alright," he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. "it's just… a random nice cat, who really likes our kids."

"you're sure?" you ask, still giggling sporadically at the way he defeatedly admitted to watching cat care tiktoks.

"positive."

"alright," another thought crosses your mind; you squint suspiciously at ross. "and what about the tidying, and the dinner? were you genuinely trying to butter me up?"

ross's cheeks go pink. it's adorable. "a little bit…"

"i knew it!"

"...but we also thought that it would be nice for the cat to see its new home in the best circumstances."

you loop your arms around the back of your husband's neck, grinning. "you're so sure i'll approve of this new addition to the household?"

"once the two of you finally meet, yeah," ross pecks your lips. "come on, love. before the dinner gets burnt and the kids start crying again."

shaking your head as you huff out a laugh, you take ross's hand and lead him back into the kitchen. he immediately heads towards the cooker, while you lean against the doorframe for a moment to watch eilidh and keir watch their new friend, still obscured from your line of sight. in spite of your inhibitions towards the whole situation, your babies' joy is undeniable, and you feel a proper fuzzy sense of love looking at them.

keir looks over his shoulder, beaming; dear god, he really is just ross's mini-me. "mummy, come and meet him!"

"him?" you raise your eyebrows as you pad over slowly. "you know he's a him?"

"we saw when we were washing him," eilidh doesn't look up from the sink, too fixated on her new furry friend. "well, me and keir didn't. but dad says he's a boy."

you look briefly over at ross, who nods in confirmation, before patting your daughter's head. "well, i guess we're outnumbered, bean. you cool with that?"

eilidh nods. "he's so cute i don't care. look, mum!"

you do as requested, and your jaw drops. lying half-wrapped in a soft old baby towel you had no idea you still had, sat in the belfast sink, is the cutest little kitten you think you've ever seen; almost pure black, with a tiny little white patch of fur on the top of its head and the biggest green eyes you know you've ever seen on a cat. it looks fairly healthy, if slightly on the thinner side, and content to be in the warmth of your kitchen and be gawked at by your kids. 

experimentally, you rest your hand just so on the rim of the sink, so your fingers almost dangle down; the cat stretches and stands, then wanders over to you and gently nuzzles into the digits. he purrs as he does, and any and all reservations you had about keeping him dissipate completely.

"hi, darling," you coo, gently picking the cat up and cradling him. he lets you do so with absolutely no resistance, purring the whole time as you scratch at his stomach. "oh, you're just the loveliest, aren't you? would you like to stay here with us? yeah? we would like that too - wouldn't we, kids?"

eilidh and keir answer in hushed tones, taking it in turns to carefully pet their new friend. ross wanders over, smiling, and kisses your head. "guess we'll need to name him now, yeah?"

you nod. "what do you think, kids?"

"salem," eilidh answers immediately.

ross squints. "have you been watching sabrina the teenage witch?"

"yeah."

"i mean, great show, but where, baby?" you ask.

"at lyla's."

"oh, ok," ross nods, then leans down to whisper in your ear. "how upset d'you reckon matty'll be when i tell him he's been replaced as eilidh's favourite?"

"oof," you wince. "heartbroken. anyway," you shift your attention back to the kids. "what's your choice, keir?"

your youngest ponders for a moment, looking intently at the cat. "he kinda looks like toothless. maybe that?"

ross pouts, like the cuteness is too much for him. "he does look like toothless the dragon! that's better than my choice, keir - i was going to say guinness, because of his head."

you scoff - typical ross - while eilidh's brow furrows. "i don't get it."

"and that's why we shouldn't call him that," you say, stroking the cat's little head. "we can have a think during dinner and decide later. i'll hang onto him; i think i need to get to know him better before i make any name choices."

ross smirks. "alright, love."

true to your word, the cat genuinely does not leave you the whole night, except to take food and water breaks - you continue to hold him while ross dishes up the pasta he made, he naps as you eat dinner, and he curls up contentedly on your lap as you watch tv with a cuppa later in the evening.

and yet… you still can't think of a name for him. the process of coming up with one becomes so tortuous that you have to text the friend you saw earlier in the day:

you: hi babe, hope you're having a good night! would either you or matty be able to drop off that baby-name book i loaned you tomorrow? i unexpectedly need it back lol x

bff: WHAT

bff: of course i'll drop it off but OMFG ARE YOU PREGNANT AGAIN

you: omg haha no

you: sorry i kinda implied that didn't i x

another text interrupts your convo:

shortarse: fucksake can you not stress us out like that please

shortarse: she genuinely got so excited about the thought of another baby macdonald that i honestly thought she was going to go into labour

shortarse: tf do you need the book for then

you: came home to find ross and the kids had brought home a cat lol

shortarse: fuck off

shortarse: send pics

shortarse: wait no ew that sounds weird nvm

shortarse: can we come over and meet it lol

you: drop the book off tomorrow and i'll consider it

you: also keir wants to buy the baby a football kit lol can we? nufc obv

shortarse: sound

shortarse: aww i love that kid

shortarse: of course he can get a kit

shortarse: also my girl says you should have another baby and it can be best friends with our baby lol

shortarse: i mean it's not like our kids won't be best friends anyway

shortarse: but you get the point

shortarse: i think it would be cute tbh

shortarse: anyway i'm off to go and calm her down before our son makes his debut appearance on the carpet

shortarse: byeeeeeeee we love you all we'll see you tomorrow

you: we love you too!

chuckling, you click your phone off and throw it to the side of the couch. ross lifts his head from your chest as you do. "what are you giggling at, love?"

"i just asked if someone from the healy household could drop the baby-name book off, because i genuinely have no idea what to name our new friend…"

"...and they thought we were having another baby?" ross smiles, kissing your cheek.

"there was so much excitement that the new baby almost made an appearance, apparently," you smile as ross throws his head back laughing. "but i explained that you and the kids had been adopted by a cat…"

"...and matty insisted on dropping the book off tomorrow so he could meet it?"

"god, you're good at this game. he did, after asking me to, and i quote, send pics. of the cat, obv," you shake your head. "i was spared a pussy pics joke, thankfully."

ross snorts. "well, he has got baby brain."

"i'll say. he and the missus tried to convince me that us having a third kid would be cute."

your husband smiles, softly caressing the sleeping cat and trailing his hand up your arm. "well, i wouldn't be opposed to it."

"really?" you gently turn his head so he's looking at you - there's not a shred of insincerity in those lovely eyes of his. "you're not just saying that to further fulfil your dream of shagging a milf?"

"no, love," ross giggles, and your heart skips a beat. "i'm just saying, i wouldn't mind having another baby with you. but i think we should probably at least name the fluffy one on your lap first."

"yeah. and sort out litter trays and all that," you scratch the cat between the ears, and savour the purring that he emits. it's a perfect little domestic tableau you've got going on, what with you snuggled into ross with the cat asleep on your lap, and eilidh and keir sat on the floor against ross's legs, happily watching bluey; a baby would slot in perfectly. "i'm up for it too, though. i love our family. i love you. and i think we should at least consider a third kid."

"i love you too," ross leans in to kiss you sweetly. "fourth, though."

"hmm?"

"the cat. our third kid. a baby would be the fourth."

you smile. "i suppose you're right. ok, let's give our third kid some time to settle in and get used to the house - which, by the way, i expect to be this tidy all the time from now on - and then we'll discuss a fourth. sound good?"

ross kisses you again. "sounds great."

#mads muses #mads does writing #dad!ross #promptober75 #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fanfic #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald x reader #ross x reader

[diyahatnight]

Genshin men head cannons

Warnings : Small warning. Complete fluff and a little suggestive!

Pairings: Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Xiao, Diluc, and Itto as your boyfriend/ husband.

Any audience

Summary: These are just head cannons and and how I think they’d actually act if they were your boyfriend.

Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3

Venti would send you random pictures of stray cats while he’s casually strolling around Mondstat.

Before Venti preforms on his Lyre, he would send you videos of him playing that specific song so he can get your feedback.

Venti is constantly drunk so he sends you drunk texts very often. That’s when you know it’s time for you to go and walk him back home.

Zhongli likes to spoil you with the money he does not have. Before you wake up he’d go out and get you coffee and danishes for breakfast. But because he’s old and needs his beauty sleep you still wake up with him by your side with your sleep mask on, but food on your night stand.

Zhongli never has his wallet on him, so the one time he took you on a date and actually payed, the entire restaurant applauded like he just proposed.

Zhongli loves you enough to let you play with his long hair even though it’s not professional. What’s professional about letting your wife touch you anyway? (definitely loves you enough to put a ring on it!)

While Ayato is busy with work he’d send some guards to check on you while you’re out on a walk in Inazuma.

The way Ayato proposed was weird. He sent a guard to do it with an expensive ring and note reading “(imagine me down on one knee) will you marry me my love?” you said yes obviously but you didn’t understand why he couldn’t do it when he came home.

When Ayato is getting ready for work, you would see him in the bathroom with your headband on to keep his hair out his face while he is doing his skin routine.

Childe would send you photos of him pulling his shirt up to show his abs and his pants pulled down enough to see his hips and his re growing happy trail. Messages read “Is it orange down there too?” and he replies with “You should know by now;)”

Childe makes his Fatui co workers set up cute dates for the two of you. He either beats them up or gives them money.

Childe likes to be little spoon.

Cyno texts you to tell you what time he gets off and when he gets home y’all are sleeping together. You text and ask him “baby what do you mean by sleep together?” he replies with “Whatever you want it to mean, i do as you please.”

When Cyno first met your family he made a joke and your father absolutely loved him and his dad jokes.

Cyno didn’t confess to you before you two started dating. Candace had to force him by telling him that she will hide his tcg cards.

Xiao loves it when you touch him. Anywhere. Even though he knows his Karmic debt can harm mortals he knows you’re different so he doesn’t warn you as much.

Xiao doesn’t like when you do commissions on your own so he’ll ask Venti to watch over you for him if he can’t.

Xiao is new to love so he is trying his best. He’s just happy you are patient with him.

Diluc Likes it when you play in his hair and put it in a ponytail for him.

While Diluc is closing up the winery he sits you on one of the counters and makes you wait for him to finish cleaning up.

Once Kaeya switched Diluc’s grape juice with red wine. He kept asking for more without realizing, and he came home drunk. After taking a warm bath with him you two sat on the couch as you babied him.

Itto let’s you know how much he loves you by sending pictures of him beetle wrestling and saying “Fighting for my one and oni” it’s corny but cute.

Itto doesn’t wear shirts often so you tried to get him to wear a dress shirt and it nearly ripped off of him.

Because Itto stays shirtless he’s constantly cold and sick “My extremely large man baby.” is your name for him in your phone because he acts like he’s dying when he’s sick.

I hope you guys enjoyed! i’m probably gonna do genshin girls or genshin 4 star men! :)

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[audible-smiles]

So, I think I may have accidentally found the worst book ever written by a human being.

I don't know if you guys have ever heard of Savitri Devi; she was a Hitler stan who moved from Greece to India, got really excited about "Aryan" racial mythology, changed her name, and tried to fuse Nazism with Hinduism. A lot of her ideology is patently absurd (e.g. Hitler is an avatar of Vishnu), but none of it is funny because she spent her entire life actively trying to build a coalition of the most violently racist people you can imagine. Hindutva paramilitary groups, American neo-Nazis, early ecofascists; you name them, she probably went to their meetings and wrote propaganda for them.

So, knowing this, it makes one feel particularly deranged to learn that she also wrote fiction about- and from the POV of- her many cats.

The book in question is called Long-Whiskers and the Two-Legged Goddess, or The True Story of a "most objectionable Nazi" and half-a-dozen Cats.

Published in 1965, this text features a protagonist named "Heliodora", who Devi admits in the introduction is just her lightly fictionalized self-insert. In the beginning Heliodora heroically rescues a stray kitten and its mother, but then the narrative grinds to a halt to explain the weird racial theories that brought her to India, before it picks right back up with the cat fancying. Here is an excerpt that may convey a little of how jarring these transitions can be:

"An unexpected thought crossed Heliodora’s mind, like a flash of lightning: “Had I gone to Europe in 1939, or even in 1940, 1 should not have had this lovely creature, nor, in fact, any of these cats to which I have given a home. They probably all would have been dead, by now — would have died of misery, in some gutter, without love, poor beautiful felines!” And a strange question followed that thought: “Was it for them that I was fated to remain here?” She knew the thought was a nonsensical one and the question too. For of what account was the life and happiness of any creatures, nay, of any human beings, including her own, compared with the Service of the Aryan Reich and of the Cause of truth?

It is all. Fucking. Like This. There are grim descriptions of feline suffering contrasted with long, ecstatic descriptions of her cats learning to trust the only nice human in the world (her). There are passages on the virtue of vegetarianism and the evils of (especially Kosher) slaughterhouses. She thinks it's a great idea to do medical experiments on criminals rather than animals! She thinks kids who throw rocks at cats should have their hands cut off! She starts chapters with direct quotes from Mein Kampf! When her favorite cat runs away she writes the (fully imaginary) story of his adventures on the streets, including him having cat sex. Here is the cat sex:

"The coquettish she-cat jumped up and ran away, only to stop again some twenty yards further and again to roll in the grass, calling for love, — and again to ran away as soon as the lover was about to take her. At last, however, — after many an unsuccessful leap and further and further galloping in the moonshine, Long- whiskers overcame her faked resistance and possessed her. He forgot himself, and she — his black silky panther — forgot herself. Their individualities ceased for a while to exist, and in him, the eternal He-Cat, Creator and Lord of everything, and in her, the co-eternal, sphinx-like, dark Feline Mother, Lady of all Life, once more mingled their opposite polarities and took consciousness of their double Godhead, as they had been doing for millions and millions of years. And once more the divine spark — the Creative Lightning — flashed through their furry bodies, and the daily miracle took place: there was life in the female’s womb."

Sooooo......anyway...........the lost cat finds its way back to her, but has caught feline distemper and dies in her arms, but then he is REINCARNATED IN ENGLAND, as a kitten in a decent (white) home where his family loves him. Heliodora is coincidentally going back to Europe at this time (she lists her religion as "national socialist" on the travel paperwork), which means we get pages and pages of her obsessing over every 'misstep' in the war, and Germany's tragic loss, but more importantly, she meets a random cat and he is (unknown to her), the reincarnation of her beloved Long-whiskers, the Cat Who Fucked. She sees that he's well-fed and happy and is like "I finally understand why Hitler was so nice to the British; they treat cats well so I guess they're Aryan too". I am not making any of this up:

“They have poured streams of fire over Germany; betrayed their own race; identified themselves with its worst enemies ...”

“Prrr, prrr, prrr,” purred back the cat; “that is because they had been (as they are still being) misled, deceived. But one day they shall wake up from their delusion, tum against their bad shepherds, and help the people of their own blood to build up a new Europe — the very Europe of your dreams, in which we creatures will all be happy — for they are good people at heart; good people like Aryans generally are, taken as a whole. Prrr, prrr, prrr . . . The proof of it is that they have taken such good care of me! Prrrrrrrrr . . .”

This version of her cat grows old and dies. Meanwhile, Heliodora is arrested and imprisoned for distributing Nazi propaganda. When she gets out, she meets the reincarnation of a different cat she had left behind in India. (All of her cats want to find her again after death because they love her so very much.) In between her banal, mundane descriptions of caring for this new cat, she describes her various arrests, interrogations, and brief periods of imprisonment. And then she moves, gives that cat away and gets another fucking cat. It is at this point where I completely lose track of which cat is meant to be the reincarnation of which other cat; this woman goes through cats like potato chips. She says she doesn't even love them as individuals, but as one piece of "the intangible Essence of Catdom", so I guess it doesn't fucking matter whether I know their names or not.

This woman's primary thesis is "human suffering doesn't matter, only animal suffering matters" and she beats it into the ground. Her secondary thesis is that national socialism is the one true religion and will save the world. Not only is this a deeply self-obsessed, morally incoherent, grotesque piece of writing, it is also boring as hell. It's half stories about how people who are mean to animals all deserve to get murdered, and half a travelogue where the protagonist goes on screeds about race-mixing every time she visits a new city. While you're reading it you feel as if time has stopped, and you will be stuck reading this terrible book for the rest of your life. All she knows how to do is repeat her two ideas over and over again. Honestly, it reads like heavy-handed satire of a very specific type of white woman. Heliodora wears golden swastika earrings.

I'm exhausted. Never read this book.

#nazi cw #nazis cw #books #just...really terrible books

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 22

Pet Play - Gyuvin

!dom Gyuvin

Gyuvin loved cats. He had his own dog, Eumppappa, and of course, she was his baby. But he loved cats so much, and always complained that he couldn’t own one. He was constantly sending you photos of stray cats, naming them, whining and moaning that he wished he had a bigger house so he could get one without worrying about fighting with the dog, but alas.

One day, you had enough. You made a stop on your way home from work at a sex shop, knowing exactly what you wanted, and not caring about the cost behind it. A pair of white clip-on cat ears, a white and pink lace collar and leash, and the most important item of all… a white, fluffy tail attached to a plug. You were only new to ass play, but felt confident that you would make this work, anything for Gyuvin, right? You buy the items, and gratefully accept them in an inconspicuous bag to take home.

Upon your arrival, you find the house is empty, and when you check your phone you see that Gyuvin had texted you. Just taking Eumppappa for a walk, silly, I’ll be back. You sigh in relief, taking the opportunity to shower and prepare yourself, and once dry, you take your purchases out of the bag and make yourself… catlike.

You hear the front door open, and giggle as you hear Eumppappa’s scampering feet as she runs up the hallway, heading towards the living room where her bed is, she always needs a nap after a walk, and that gives you more privacy.

“Oppa!” You call out, readjusting your ears, and making sure that the tail is tight and secure in your ass, you wrap the end of the leash around your wrist and take one last look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, “I have a surprise for you.”

Gyuvin’s footsteps are purposeful as he makes his way to you, right at the time that you step out of the bathroom and he stops dead in his tracks only a metre away. You smile softly, tilting your head to the side with widened eyes, playing into your natural aegyo, smile fading into a pout.

“Holy shit,” Gyuvin sighs, his breath catching in his throat as you turn to the side, giving him just a little view of the tail you have in, “Baby… you look so fucking hot.”

You step forward and close the gap between you, reaching up to hold his shoulders, letting the leash fall out of your hand, the chain clanging as it hits the floor. Gyuvin’s hand races up to your cat-ears, playing with the fur between his fingers, his gaze darkening as he continues to process what he sees. You trail your fingers down his chest, feeling his body through the thin t-shirt material he is wearing. His hands slide down your back, desperate to feel your tail, but so distracted by your ass. One hand moves to take the leash, and he tugs on it gently, testing it out, groaning as you let out the softest meow when he pulls a little too tight.

“I hope I can suffice as the cat you’ve always wanted,” You giggle, “Until we move somewhere else.”

“Oh, you do,” Gyuvin nods, “My pretty little kitten.”

He turns and walks, with you eagerly following out of both excitement, and fear of being choked by the collar, towards your bedroom, where Gyuvin makes himself comfortable on the mattress, moving back to make room for you between his legs. You perch on your knees, sitting back as much as you can without hurting yourself on your tail, and wait expectantly for his order.

“Come here, kitty,” He coos, pulling at the leash to bring you closer, “Good girl, come to appa.”

You straddle his hips, and he drops the leash to grab your ass and pull you closer. His cock already tenting in his tracksuit pants, you paw at the hem of his shirt and he laughs before obliging you, tearing the material over his head in one swift move. He grabs the leash again and tugs you forward to kiss him, his other hand slipping between your cheeks to feel where your hole clenches around the metal toy inside of you. He moans into your mouth, already growing impatient, and pushes you away to quickly pull his pants down too.

“Do you want me to ride you?” The words fall from your lips far too innocently for how dirty they are, “Kitty wants appa’s cock.”

From older brother, to daddy, Gyuvin’s attitude has changed completely. He nods and you lean up on your knees so that he can guide you down onto his cock, mewling as he fills you, so big, so fucking big. The pleasure hits differently when your ass is already full, and your eyes roll back as you roll your hips down to take him in all the way. Your body shakes from the stretch, but you try to remain focused, obsessed with the way that Gyuvin stares at you hungrily.

Soon he rolls you over to hit it from the back, wanting to stare at the tail for a moment before he uses the leash to pull you up so that your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has you blabbering, falling apart within moments, your high racking through your body with force as he pulls you back into him with every thrust, the plug going in deeper as his cock does too. You aren’t sure at what point Gyuvin releases, but the bulge in the lower front of your stomach from his cock begins to go down as he slows, softening ever so slightly inside of you but he does not want to pull out, not yet.

“I think we should stay here tonight,” Gyuvin murmurs, kissing you softly as he readjusts your ears, “I’m gonna need more than just one round with you dressed like this.”

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kinktober masterlist

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kinktober #kpop kinktober #zerobaseone #zb1 #zerobaseone fanfic #zerobaseone smut #zb1 fanfic #zb1 smut #gyuvin #Kim Gyuvin #gyuvin fanfic #gyuvin smut #Kim Gyuvin fanfic #Kim Gyuvin smut

[weirdbeancurd]

General Gabriel and V1 Headcanons

Can be seen as platonic or romantic, your choice lol

Gabriel found V1 on the surface fishing after killing everything in hell, it was prepared to die (the fish don’t provide enough blood), but Gabriel convinced it that they can live together (Gabriel survives off of the food V1 gathers and V1 gets blood from Gabriel)

Were very wary of each other at first, Gabriel would hide away during the night because he didn’t trust it to not kill him in his sleep, V1 would always watch its own back while fishing

V1 took up fishing after returning to the surface, finds it relaxing, is determined to get that size 2 fish, Gabriel has no idea wtf a size 2 fish is

Used the fish to gain a stray cat's trust, named her "kitr," she later brought them a supposedly dead animal as a gift, it turned out to be a hamster that they named "florp"

Found an (mostly) intact house that now serves as their base, sometimes steals furniture and knick-knacks it finds when scavenging, uses them to decorate their home, V1 has taken to collecting weapons, Gabriel prefers collecting books, tries to teach V1 how to properly read, but it just skims through them (REMAINING TEXT IRRELEVANT)

Once they warmed up to each other, they become close, like to curl up together on the couch and nap

(I already put this in one of my other headcanon lists but here you go) Gabriel gets tired when the temperature drops (like torpor), V1 likes to cling to him like a heated backpack when this happens, they travel together like this sometimes

Gabriel eventually gets comfortable enough around V1 that he removes his armor when traveling

Still spar often, once V1 knocked Gabriel out and it started panicking thinking it killed him, Gabriel woke up to V1 mourning him, they decided to turn in for the day and just relax on the couch

Gabriel lost his teleportation after the fall but kept his wings, once flew into some inactive powerlines when he wasn’t paying attention (based on my fic) and V1 had to get him down, V1 likes to be held while Gabriel is flying so it can experience flight too

Gabriel caught the flu (he’s a mortal after the fall) and both of them thought he was dying, puffed up his wings like a bird in the winter cold, V1 found him some tylenol while scavenging and he treated it like his savior

Both Gabriel and V1 have nightmares, comforts each other when this happens, Gabriel dreams of the council, V1 dreams of war

Gabriel likes gardening, it gives him hope that the world can be salvaged, rejoices when his plants attract small forest critters (chipmunks, birds, etc) that managed to survive the apocalypse

Gabriel only learns V1 has a name months in to their partnership, is really embarrassed he didn’t realize sooner (it’s literally written on them dumbass)

Gabe forbids V1 from entering their base without wiping their feet after it tracked blood on their new (stolen) rug

Neither likes the rain, it washes away blood and makes it difficult to fly, Gabriel will use his wings to shield both of them from the rain

V1 has an absurd amount of storage in its wings, you know that mom friend that has literally everything in their purse, yeah that's V1, you need a bandage, boom, you want a rocket launcher, boom (haha)

V1 eventually finds an old S.A.M. voice box and installs it on itself, but still prefers to use sign language, likes to make sarcastic "Ha. Ha." (Like the death screen in game) when Gabriel makes a bad joke

Gabriel rarely takes off his helmet and always warns V1 beforehand, V1 has no idea what their face looks like, but it radiates light

V1 found out Gabriel was ticklish and never let him know peace ever since, legitimately thought tickling was an actual battle tactic before Gabriel told it otherwise

Gabriel gets homesick sometimes, cuddles with kitr when this happens, V1 tries to make their base as comfy as possible because of this

V1 likes to flick Gabriel’s helmet to annoy him, often devolves into wrestling

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill headcanons

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3! ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 3 synopsis: you and miles show up to peter’s party together and you get into a bit of an altercation.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: cursing, harrassment, drugs and alcohol mentioned, kissing

Miles had gone home to change for the party and you sat in front of your mirror deciding what to do with your hair. You applied blush to your cheeks and did your lip combo. You decided on a half up half down look, letting a few stray braids fall to frame your face. Getting dressed, you took a moment to look at your outfit in the mirror.

You wore a black short sleeve crop top with the back cut out with a pair of mid rise wide leg jeans and a pair of adidas sambas on her feet. You decorated yourself in your bow necklace with a necklace that had a pearl as the pendant and a pair of gold earrings . You sprayed your 'Her Eau de Parfum' from Burberry and grabbed your essentials and your bag.

You scratched Bobo's head before heading to the living room. You grabbed your black puffer jacket from the coat rack as your mom perked up from the couch. "Have fun baby and please stay safe. Be home by 11:30 but I won't be home when you get back, I'm going out with Gabby so bring your keys" she informed you. "Okay mommy, I love you" you closed the door and head for the stairs. You and Miles decided to meet at the bodega down the street and head to the party together.

After walking two blocks, and you turned the corner  saw Miles inside talking to the man behind the counter. "Hey Miles" you said walking up behind him. "Hey Y/n" he said with a genuine smile on his face. "You look really really pretty" The compliment brought a cheeky grin to your face. "Thank you, you look really good too" You took your time to check him out. He wore a black t-shirt with baggy black jeans, his signature green bomber jacket and black cat jordans. "You wanna get anything before we go?" he asked. "Yeah gimme a sec" you said making your way to the candy aisle.

He watched intently as you browsed through, grabbing a snickers bar and heading the the fridges in the back to grab a drink. "So you like her huh" Lenny snorted, looking at him from behind his glasses. "What! Who said that?" he denied, Lenny not buying it. You made your way back to the counter to pay for her snickers, a cream soda, and a water. You dug into your purse to grab $5 before Miles stopped you. "No it's okay, I got it" He pulled out his wallet and gave Lenny the money before you could say any rebuttal. He opened the door for you and you grabbed the plastic bag. "You really didn't have to do that you know" she told him. "I wanted to" he shrugged.

You walked the couple blocks to the venue until you could hear the music bumping inside. "Jesus how is there no noise complaint yet" you joked trotting down the stairs to the entrance. "Deadass" Miles followed behind. You pulled out your phone to text Zoya that you were there. "She said to meet her in the back" you told the boy following closely behind you through the crowd of people.

Weaving through the bodies of people dancing and drinking and chatting, you wondered where Peter knew this many people from or where he got access to all this booze. Spotting Zoya's ginger hair that was now straightened and Maya with a cigarette in hand, you grabbed Miles' hand and pulled him through to your friends. "Hey bebe" Zoya threw her arms around your neck, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Z, hey Maya" you greeted the girls with a big smile. "See you brought a friend" Zoya teased. "Hey Miles" Zoya threw an arm around him, giving a small hug. "Yo Miles, Y/n" Peter called out walking up to the group. "So glad y'all came bruh" he dapped Miles up and gave you a hug before throwing his arm around Zoya.

"Yo, I got drinks over there but if you want something stronger, I got some stuff in a room back there" Peter offered taking a swig off Zoya's bottle. "I'm good" you said grabbing a cig from Maya while she lit it. "Want one?" Maya offered to Miles. "Nah I'm okay" he said. Peter took him to hang out with some guys they both knew.

"So you finally asked Miles out?" Zoya asked taking a hit from your cig. "No, just asked if he wanted to come with me" you answered. "N/n just ask him out! You so obviously like him and he might like you too. What's the damage?" she groaned. "You are way too interested in my love life bebe" you playfully retorted. "That's cause I need to make sure you're off the market so I don't leave Peter for you" she joked.

The three of you chat before heading out onto the floor to join the people dancing. Truth is, by now you were a little high. And it wasn't long before Peter came back and him and Zoya were in their own world. Miles tapped your shoulder to get your attention, he had looked a little high too, but he seemed to be fine. "You wanna dance?" you asked the boy grabbing his hands. "Yeah why not!" he shouted over the music.

Slowly his hands found their way onto your waist as you moved to the music. You threw your arms around his neck as you stared at each others' face. Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you eventually closed the gap between your bodies and held each other as you swayed back and forth. Miles' heart was racing being so close to you, he just hoped his hands weren't sweaty.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?" you got close to his ear to tell him. "No I'm alright" he nodded his head. "Okay i'll be right back" you walked over the table where there were bottles of beer and vodka scattered across. You poured yourself a cup of Smirnoff sorbet when a voice called out to you. "Yo what's up pretty girl"

You looked over and realized you didn't even recognize the guy. "Hey.." you awkwardly said back. "What you up to" he asked, leaning on the table. "Uh nothing just hanging like everyone else" you replied taking a sip of your drink before pouring more. "Aha yeah I guess you're right" you nodded and began walking back over to where Miles was when the guy stopped you. "You here with anybody?" his words were slurred, obviously drunk

"Just friends.." you answered. "Cool cool, you wanna dance?" he said getting off the table. "No thanks" you laughed off. "Ahh come on why not?" he pushed. "I just don't want to.." you awkwardly laughed. "Come onn" he said snaking his hand around your waist. "Dude, I said no!" you shouted pushing his hand off.

"What's your problem, bitch" he squeezed his hands tighter around your waist and pressed himself against you, making you drop your drink. "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you!" you yelled pushing him off finally. The commotion made some heads turn, watching the scene. "It ain't even that fucking serious-" Just then Miles showed up behind the guy. "Yo what's your problem man" he pulled him back away from you .

"Oh this your bitch?" the guy laughed. "Nah but I'd appreciate it if you stopped calling her that and backed the fuck up" Miles said, getting a push from the boy. "She fucking ugly anywa-" he was cut off receiving a hit to the side of the face from Miles. He rubbed a finger under his nose as blood began to pour out.

He ran up and pushed Miles making Miles come back at him again pushing him the the ground. "I said to back the fuck up!" Miles shouted at him, ready to strike again. Miles wasn't one to get violent, but this asshole was bothering you so he of course had to get rough.

"Miles chill!" you shouted taking his hand and pulling him back. The guy got up from the ground ready to hit Miles before Peter and another boy came and pulled him back. "Nahhh you gotta go bro. Go get the fuck outta here!" Peter shouted pushing him towards the doors. "Whatever bruh fuck this lame ass shit" he grumbled purposely hitting Miles' shoulder on the way out.

"Y/n you okay?" Zoya and Maya said frantically coming to hug and comfort you. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's cool" you brushed off. You looked at Miles and sA the distraught look on his face. "Thanks..for that." you said taking him into your arms. He slowly hugged back, wrapping his arms around your torso "Y-yea, Don't worry. That guy was a fucking dickhead. You okay?" he pulled back. "Yeah" you nod yourhead. "Peter, sorry for messing up your party." you said wrapping your arms behind you. "Nah n/n, it was that dumb fuck. Party's still jumping though" he brushed off handing you a new cup.

Another hour passed of drinking and dancing, before you got a text from your mom 'you heading home yet?' You checked the time to see it was 11:40. "Guys, I think I'm g-gonna go home now" you told the group, taking another sip from your cup "Alright well there's no way you're walking home alone" Zoya said taking the cup from you. "I can walk her home" Miles suggested. "Are you sure, you're not drunk too are you?" Zoya made sure. "Sobered up" he assured. Zoya gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek before you said your goodbyes to the rest of the group.

Miles held your hand as you maneuvered your way through the crowd of people and up the stairs. You weren't completely hammered but you were stumbling a bit so he wrapped an arm around your torso. "Thanks for walking me home, Miles" you said looking up at him. The way the street lights and and the moonlight were casting a shadow on his face it made him look even more attractive. Maybe Zoya was right, maybe you did have a little crush on him. "It's no problem, hermosa" he smiled down at you. You reached into your bag and grabbed the water you bought from earlier and gulped it down, your drunk catching up to you.

You got to your building and walked up the stairs, to the front door. You hugged him before going in "Thank you so much for everything tonight, seriously" you smiled at him. "Of course. Goodnight Y/n."

You stared into each other's eyes, before leaning closer. Miles' eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, seemingly asking for permission to kiss you. You answered by gently pressing your lips against his. He rest his hands against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, still keeping it soft and relaxed. You pulled away and let out a sigh you each didn't know you were holding. "Goodnight Miles" you said with a smile you failed at hiding.

"Goodnight beautiful" he grinned walking off as you entered your apartment. The lights were off except for Bobo's night light by his cat tree which meant your mom probably wasn't home yet. You've never been more glad for your mom's absence so to not smell the alcohol on your breath and clothes. Bobo jumped down and rubbed his head against your leg, following you down the hallway.

Getting undressed, you threw your clothes in the hamper and hopped in the shower. You felt a headache creeping up on you as your lathered your body. You got out and brushed you teeth, getting rid of your makeup and washing your face. You put on your lotion and your lip balm, dressing in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top before climbing under you sheets, Bobo following curling up by the wall. You laid there for a second thinking about your night as a smile crept on your face. You had to tell Zoya.

#NIA WRITES ࿐ #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #spider man x reader #spider man: atsv

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hey there, darling! I'm working on your request! In the meantime, hope you don't mind if I give you one more idea for a Rhea Ripley x reader x Dominik Mysterio: reader is coming home from grocery shopping by themselves and Rhea and Dom are concerned by the fact she bought cat food... Turns out reader saw a little stray kitten out of the grocery shop and they hid it in their hoodie frontal pocket because they didn't want to leave it alone out there? 🥺 My heart needs more healing.

Yesss

I couldn't leave her alone

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio

Description: After finding a bag of cat food in the kitchen, your partners find out why when they ask you

You smile when you see the little white kitten hidden behind a basket as you walk in the grocery store to do monthly shopping for you and your two partners. You unlock your car and slowly walk to the kitten while your groceries are being put in your trunk by an employee, smiling when it lets you pick it up learning it was a girl before putting it in your front hoodie pocket thanking the employee and leaving smiling when you see her asleep in your pocket at a red light before finishing the drive and pulling in the driveway, you unload and put up all the groceries before filling two small bowls full of water and cat food taking them upstairs and making a small litter box near the back door before gently placing her on the bed before changing your clothes and having her explore, eat, and drink giving her a bath and drying her off when you see a text from Dom saying he and Rhea were on the way home from training and a team match as Judgement Day. You put a flea collar on her before having her use the litter box and laying in bed with her asleep on you as you watch tv until you fall asleep two hours later, rhea and dom walk inside and smile at the sweet note you left on the microwave as they eat and watch tv downstairs confused as to why you weren't hugging and kissing them as you normally would but rhea stops in confusion at the small bag of cat food in the corner of the kitchen turning and slowly walking upstairs as dom finds it and follows opening the door to find you asleep on your side smiling when they see you sleeping peacefully until as they closer they notice the small bowls on the ground before dom's eyes light up seeing the small, sleeping, and purring bundle in the crook of your neck gently petting her while you both slept. He puts his finger over his mouth before pointing at the kitten making rhea walk around and see the kitten making her quietly groan as you wake up and smile at the two "Babes!" you whisper yell and share a sweet kiss with them as you gently sit up with the kitten in your lap while dom pets her with his fingers as you look at rhea who despite being confused smiles sweetly "She's been hiding outside of the grocery store for a month and I couldn't leave her alone again...I had to" dom shakes his head before kissing you cheek as the kitten wakes up and climbs into dom's lap while purring making him smile bigger as you both look at rhea with puppy dog eyes "Okay okay you win" you both giggle in victory as she sits beside you slowly leaning her face in front of the kitten who only purrs happily and licks her nose which makes you all laugh as you all spend the rest of the evening and night watching movies naming the kitten Vanilla after she ended up eating vanilla ice cream from your bowl before her face was covered in it.

#rhea ripley x reader x dominik mysterio #wwe #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader x rhea ripley

[delopsia]

The first thing you and Bob learn about Rhett is that he's a fancy dress and a fairy Godmother away from being a damn Disney Princess.

And the night that you met him and Bob was your first warning sign.

The three of you were curled into the back of his truck, sipping on drinks and fighting through a bout of uncomfortable silence, when all of a sudden, a bird landed on Rhett's boot. A little house finch, eyeing up the handful of sunflower seeds in his hand.

And out went Rhett's big hand, dirty palm full of more seeds than that little finch could possibly need. "D'ya think I can convince 'em to come home with me?"

Your head cocked to the side as you watched the bird hop right into his hand. Fearless. "That might cost you a lot of seeds."

"Are birds your favorite animal?" Bob had hummed. Some deep rumbling of words that had no right to sound as wonderful as they did.

"Nah," Rhett's head shook a little too fast, sending the bird fleeing to the safety of the roof of his truck. "don't think I got a favorite, actually."

For the longest time, you couldn't wrap your mind around why that was.

He's late to your second date because he's chased a stray kitten up a tree. Walks in the front door with his hair sticking out in every direction; doesn't realize that he's lost his hat because he's too busy apologizing for being so late. Midway through your meal, a little orange head pops out the neck of his shirt, defiantly yelling for a bite of Bob's raisin bread.

And that is how you meet Raisin.

Short for Raisin' Hell.

Raisin' Hell gets up on the kitchen counter two nights later and knocks several of Cecelia's beloved fine china onto the floor.

You'll never forget how Cecelia's voice traveled through the phone. "If y'dont get rid of that damn cat, then I will!"

Fortunately, Bob's friend Natasha is so enthralled with the story that she makes a pitstop in Wyoming to pick up the little ball of fluff. Justifying the adoption with a, "What can I say? The kitten has good taste!"

Coincidentally, a week later, Bob mentions his buddy Jake sneezing and complaining of a cat allegery.

Then, one day, Rhett drops off the face of the Earth shortly after telling you that he's heading to a livestock auction. You and Bob already know that he's out to fetch a pair of donkeys because they've recently developed a hell of a coyote problem. Yet, you're already making bets on what extra animal is going to come with the donkeys.

He wakes you both up the next morning, begging you to join the video call the second you get the chance.

"Look!" Giddy, as he triumphantly points to the little figure in the pasture, "I found a mini version of my horse!"

And it's a little black Shetland pony, a senior who has been retired to the pasture life. Affectionately named Fred by the previous owner. He came as a package deal with two donkeys, Zig and Zag. Royal is livid about the extra mouth to feed, but Amy is already attached.

Fred lives a good two years out in the pasture before old age takes him on a cozy autumn afternoon. He's buried out by an Oak tree in the South pasture, and a lock of his mane forever rests in Rhett's old wooden chest. Right next to the urn of a childhood dog named Rascal and the manes of his first two horses, Winnie and Coal.

Rhett's buddy Archie wakes you with a text one summer night, demanding that you get a handle on your cowboy. And you don't know why until Bob calls later that morning, asking if you've heard about the turkey.

How Rhett got shitfaced and acquired a whole, live turkey is anyone's guess.

Teddy the Turkey doesn't ever really leave the ranch. Maybe out of fear of Thanksgiving, being wrangled by another drunk cowboy, or just plain acceptance of his situation. Hell, it could be all of the above.

It must be a drunk thing because Cecelia tells you that he's come home with all sorts of things, from a family of bunnies to countless opossums. Every dog on the ranch has made its way there due to Rhett.

Then comes the move, and for the longest time, you expect for Rhett to come in with an armload of puppies and kittens. If he's even so much as a minute late, you're suspicious until he rolls in the front door, certain that some little critter is going to be in tow.

But he doesn't bring home a damn thing.

One afternoon, your phone lights up with a black-and-white photo. An ultrasound of...something.

Bob's name flashes across the screen next. Who's ultrasound pictures did you steal?

Then comes Rhett one more time. Someone's gelding wasn't a fucking gelding.

Rhett's mare being pregnant was not on anyone's bucket list for the year. But he loves that horse to absolute pieces, and it comes as no surprise that he's already looking forward to having a second pair of legs running around.

Archie offers to buy the little foal off of him.

Rhett almost eats him alive.

You suppose you shouldn't be surprised about that, either.

The vet says that Isabela can be ridden for a few more months, but Rhett's so concerned about accidentally hurting her and her baby that rides stop the same day. For the foreseeable future, Isabela's adventures are limited to long walks through the trails on the ranch he works on.

But having his only horse out of commission means that Rhett's cowboy career just got a little tougher.

Enter Sparrow, a bay quarter horse whom Rhett leases from a friend.

At least he leases Sparrow for the first month and then decides that Sparrow is the new member of the family. Which works out better than planned because on the months that he's off from a deployment, Bob loves to spend Sunday afternoons taking Sparrow out on trail rides.

Maeve is born a little under nine and a half months later. A black filly with a white blaze running down her forehead and an attitude bigger than she is. From the moment she's up on her feet, she's trying to buck and kick Bob, furious that he's trying to scratch her little hip. It'll be a few years before she can be ridden, but you already know that Rhett will have his hands full.

Maeve gets everything. Blankets, custom halters, handmade treats, morning and afternoon pets, hell, Rhett even figures out Instagram for her. You name it, she gets it. And not only is she the diva of the town, but when she gets older, she's one of the best horses in the area.

Never quite loses the attitude, though.

The first spring after Bob officially leaves the Navy, he decides to get chickens. Builds the coop himself and all. It's been on his bucket list for the better half of a decade now, and he's finally got the time to take care of them. He buys four Buff Orpingtons, but the girl at the feed store must have gotten confused because he comes home to find that he has three Orpingtons and a Silkie.

He goes back to get an extra Silkie so that the little dude doesn't feel like an outcast.

Rhett hates them.

"All those fuckers do is peck the shit outta me!"

"Because they're chickens, Rhett! They're gonna peck things!"

You fully expect him to come around and warm up to them eventually, but it never happens. A year passes, and Rhett's still side-eyeing the collection of poultry on the side of the house. Entering the coop only when you politely ask him to fetch you a few eggs, and even then, he furrows his eyebrows and grumbles beneath his breath.

Then there's one afternoon when Bob comes home from a meeting to a suspicious bowl on the counter.

A chirping bowl.

A bowl of newly hatched button quail.

"Yeah, I stuck 'em in there 'till I could find a place to put 'em," Rhett says when he meanders back into the kitchen, slightly larger box in hand.

You're the next to stumble into this situation, sleepy-eyed and rubbing at your cheek, halfway down the stairs. Aren't quite sure what is going on; all you know is that you've walked into a standoff, and something is wandering around by the sofa.

Something yellow.

A...tiny chicken?

Even as you scoop it up, it doesn't seem real. So incredibly small that it's closer to a toy than a living, breathing animal.

"What's this?" You yawn, holding your hand out, tiny bird on full display.

Little do you know, in your halfawake state, that some new members have joined your busy little family. Even if those family members were found at a gas station for twenty-five cents per dozen.

The coffee maker has just finished bubbling when it hits you.

Rhett doesn't have a favorite animal because every animal is his favorite animal, and he wants to take them all home with him.

Except for chickens. 

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