#just getting in a cat nap i guess ...

[sandflakedraws]

I've been thinking about your post on how bad Floyd's "living" conditions were with Velvet and Vaneer. Coincidently I've also been thinking about how (at least a humans) muscle mass can decline by 25% in as little as two weeks :( poor Floyd

... always terrifying to learn when i've been taking it easy on a character

[aturnoftheearth]

boy smash mouth was right. the hits start coming and they don’t stop coming

[rubiesintherough]

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[today-i-am-thinking-about]

things happening to you in real life appearing in your dreams

[orcelito]

It is The Time to decide whether I'm extending my lease for next year or not. They're of course increasing rent Again, bc why wouldn't they. With the market price they're quoting, it'll be a 71% rent increase since I moved in here back in 2021. What the fuck do they think this apartment is worth? Fuck outta here.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Nap time with you

Joaquin Torres x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Joaquin’s girlfriend can fall asleep anywhere, and instead of questioning it, he starts napping with her. Before long, it becomes their favorite routine.

Word count: 1012

Notes: no Captain America: Brave New World spoilers :)

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Joaquin Torres was used to high-energy situations. Missions, training, and keeping up with Sam Wilson meant he was always on the move. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for dating you.

Because somehow, despite all the chaos, you could fall asleep anywhere.

At first, he thought it was a one-time thing. The two of you had been hanging out at his place, watching a movie, when he felt your head slump against his shoulder. He glanced down, expecting you to be watching intently, but—nope. You were out cold.

“Hey,” he whispered, nudging you slightly. “Did you seriously just knock out?”

You let out a small sigh in response, nuzzling into his hoodie like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. Joaquin blinked, staring at you, before laughing softly to himself.

Alright, maybe the movie was a little boring.

But then it kept happening.

You would doze off in the passenger seat of his car five minutes into a drive. You fell asleep on a rooftop once, mid-mission debrief, and nearly gave Sam a heart attack. You even curled up in a booth at a diner after breakfast, resting your head on your folded arms like it was the most natural thing to do.

Joaquin quickly realized: you could nap anywhere, anytime.

And, well… that was kind of adorable.

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One day, after a long week of missions, Joaquin found you sprawled across his couch, dead to the world. You had come over to hang out, but somewhere between waiting for him to get out of the shower and picking a movie, you had passed out completely.

Joaquin just stood there for a second, hands on his hips, watching the steady rise and fall of your breathing. He shook his head with a soft laugh.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.

Then, without really thinking about it, he grabbed a blanket, tossed it over you, and instead of waking you up—he joined you.

He had meant to just sit beside you, but when he felt how warm you were, the exhaustion from the past week caught up with him fast. The next thing he knew, he was lying down too, pulling you against him, his face buried in your hair.

And damn, this was comfortable.

Joaquin had never really been a nap guy. He always felt like there was something to do, somewhere to be. But being curled up with you, listening to your soft breathing, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest?

Yeah. He could get used to this.

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After that, it became a thing.

Joaquin stopped questioning it and just started joining you.

You crashed on the couch after training? He slid in beside you, pulling you close. You curled up in the Quinjet after a mission? He threw his jacket over both of you and knocked out too. You flopped onto his bed, stretching like a cat? Yeah, no, he was claiming his spot too.

“You know,” he said one afternoon as you both lay tangled together in his bed, “I think you’ve corrupted me.”

You blinked sleepily up at him. “Huh?”

“I never used to nap,” he admitted, running his fingers through your hair. “Now I’m out here dozing off at random times of the day because of you.”

You hummed, not at all guilty. “Not my fault you make a good nap buddy.”

Joaquin grinned. “Oh, nap buddy, huh? That’s all I am to you?”

“Mm.” You pretended to think about it. “And a pretty decent boyfriend, I guess.”

He let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow. So generous.”

You giggled, snuggling closer, your nose brushing against his collarbone. “Admit it—you love it.”

Joaquin sighed, kissing the top of your head. “Yeah. I really do.”

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One evening, after a particularly long mission, Joaquin was the one who crashed first.

You found him sprawled across the couch, his arm draped over his face, still in his flight gear. His wings had been set aside, his boots lazily kicked off. He looked exhausted.

You should have woken him up, told him to change, maybe convinced him to eat something first.

Instead, you climbed right on top of him and curled up against his chest.

Joaquin made a small, sleepy noise of surprise but didn’t even open his eyes. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his hand resting against the small of your back.

“Mmm… stealing my move,” he mumbled.

“Shh,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nap first. Talk later.”

He chuckled sleepily. “See? Corrupted me.”

But he didn’t complain.

He just held you tighter and let himself drift off, safe and warm in your arms.

[inseobts]

1st Anniversary

what would they do for your first anniversary together?

gn!reader

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

words count: around 0.5k - 0.7k each

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sun rises over the Thousand Sunny, casting golden light across the deck. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden weight crashes into you.

"Y/N!" Luffy yells, tackling you with his usual enthusiasm.

You groan but laugh as he wraps his arms around you "Luffy, it's too early for this—"

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" he shouts, grinning ear to ear.

You blink. Oh. Right. Your first anniversary together.

Luffy’s never been the best at remembering dates, so you didn’t expect him to bring it up at all. But here he is, vibrating with excitement like a kid who just found a pile of meat.

"You remembered?" you ask, surprised.

Luffy nods eagerly "Of course! I mean… Sanji wrote it down for me… and Nami yelled at me to not forget… and Robin told me what an anniversary even is—but still!"

You chuckle, shaking your head "So, do you have something planned?"

Luffy puffs out his chest proudly "Yup! Captain’s orders: today is Luffy and y/n Day! No crewmates allowed!"

From across the deck, you hear Usopp yell "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

Luffy ignores him.

"But," he continues, "I, uh, don’t actually know what people do on anniversaries, so I just made some rules!"

Your curiosity piques "Rules?"

Luffy grins, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it dramatically "Yup! First rule: We gotta eat as much meat as possible!"

You snort "Of course."

"Second rule: No pirate stuff today. Just fun stuff!"

"That’s… actually kind of sweet" you admit.

"And the last rule…" He suddenly scratches his head, cheeks turning a little pink "Well… um…"

You tilt your head "What is it?"

Luffy huffs, clearly frustrated "It's a secret rule! I’ll tell you later!"

You laugh but decide not to push it "Alright, Captain. What’s first on the itinerary?"

It starts with a massive breakfast, courtesy of Sanji (who glares at Luffy the whole time for stealing food off your plate). After stuffing yourselves, Luffy drags you across the Sunny for various "Luffy-approved" activities.

First, there’s an intense game of tag—where Luffy cheats by using his rubber powers. Then, he insists on fishing, though he gets distracted halfway through and jumps in after the fish himself. After drying off (and avoiding Nami’s wrath for getting seawater everywhere), he decides you both need a nap—because "eating and playing is tiring!"

You wake up with Luffy curled around you like a koala, snoring into your hair.

"You really are like a cat" you mumble, gently brushing his bangs aside.

Luffy stirs, blinking up at you sleepily "Hmmm?"

"Nothing" you whisper, smiling.

As the sun starts setting, you and Luffy sit on the deck, watching the waves. The usual chaos of the crew is still happening in the background, but for once, it’s peaceful.

Luffy suddenly perks up "Oh! The secret rule!"

You sit up straighter "Finally. What is it?"

He fidgets, uncharacteristically nervous "Well… I heard anniversaries are for saying important stuff, right?"

You nod "I guess, yeah."

Luffy rubs the back of his neck, looking out at the sea "So… my last rule is… that I gotta tell you something important today. Something really important."

Your heart skips a beat. Luffy isn't usually serious—when he is, it means something big "Okay," you say softly "I'm listening."

He takes a deep breath, then grins, his usual carefree self again "I love you!"

You freeze.

He’s said he likes you before, in his own way—"You're my favorite!" or "I like having you around!"—but he’s never actually said that.

He tilts his head "Was that good? I was practicing in my head all day."

Your eyes soften "You practiced?"

"Yeah!" He laughs "I mean, I already knew I love you, but I wanted to say it today ‘cause, y’know, it’s our thing. Our anniversary thing!"

You shake your head fondly, grabbing his hat and plopping it onto your own head "You’re such an idiot."

Luffy pouts "Hey—"

Before he can complain, you cup his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise but quickly melts into it, smiling against your lips.

"Best anniversary ever" he mumbles.

You laugh "You say that now, but wait ‘til next year. You’ll have to top it."

Luffy grins "Easy! Next year, I’ll make a million rules!"

You sigh, shaking your head "What have I gotten myself into?"

Luffy just laughs, pulling you closer as the sun dips below the horizon. The crew groans in the background, but you don’t care. Because as chaotic and ridiculous as he is, Luffy’s way of loving you is perfect.

And that’s all you could ever ask for.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. The crew is scattered across the deck, each lost in their own evening routine, but your attention is on one person alone—Zoro.

The swordsman leans against the railing, arms crossed, eyes closed. To anyone else, it looks like he’s resting, but you know better. He’s thinking.

You step closer, hands behind your back “Oi, Zoro.”

His eye cracks open slightly before he turns his head toward you “Hm?”

You smile, rocking on your heels “Happy anniversary.”

For a second, he looks at you blankly, and your heart sinks a little. Did he forget?

Then, with a small smirk, he straightens up “Tch. You really think I’d forget?”

You cross your arms “Honestly? Yes.”

He scoffs “Give me some credit.”

Your curiosity piques “So… you actually planned something?”

Zoro rolls his shoulders, looking away for a brief moment before nodding “Something like that.”

You raise an eyebrow “Wait. Seriously?”

Before you can press further, he jerks his head toward the deck “C’mon.”

He leads you to a quieter part of the ship, where the sounds of the crew fade into the background. A small blanket is laid out on the deck, two cups and a bottle of sake sitting neatly in the center. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

You blink in surprise “Did… you do this?”

Zoro sits down, grabbing the bottle “Sanji might’ve helped. But don’t tell him I said that.”

You chuckle, sitting beside him “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“I’m not.” He pours a bit of sake into your cup, then his own “But I figured… a year with you is worth drinking to.”

Your chest warms at his words. Zoro isn’t one for big, flashy gestures—but when he cares, he shows it in ways that truly matter.

You clink your cup against his “I’ll drink to that.”

As the two of you sip in comfortable silence, you glance at him “So, what was the first thing you thought when we got together?”

Zoro exhales, setting his cup down “That you’re stubborn.”

You laugh “Me?”

“Yeah.” He leans back on his elbows, looking at you “You wouldn’t back down, even when I tried pushing you away.”

You tilt your head “Did you want to push me away?”

Zoro’s gaze softens “…I didn’t want you to be a distraction, you know”

You stare at him, heart squeezing “And now?”

He lets out a slow breath “Now, I know you’re not.”

You smile “Good answer.”

After a few more drinks, the night fully settles in and Zoro turns to you, expression unreadable.

“…I have something for you.”

Your eyes widen, surprised “You got me a gift?”

He reaches into his haramaki and pulls out a small object. He places it in your hand—it’s a charm. It's like a small version of his earrings turned into a pendant and attached to a thin string.

Your breath catches “Zoro…?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking away “It’s stupid, but… I had it made a while ago. For you.”

You run your fingers over the smooth surface, heart pounding sooooo hard “It’s not stupid. It’s perfect.”

Zoro smirks “You’re stuck with me.”

You laugh, tightening your grip on the pendant and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is filled with the warm, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food. The scent of caramelized spices and grilled seafood lingers in the air, a sure sign that Sanji is in his element.

You lean against the doorway, watching him work his magic. He moves with effortless grace, flipping a pan, the flames from the stove reflecting in his blue eyes. He hums softly to himself, a tune you recognize as the one he whistles when he’s happy.

You smirk “Cooking me a feast, Chef?”

Sanji turns at the sound of your voice, and immediately, his expression melts “Ah, ma chérie, you’re early.”

You cross your arms, pouting “So I’m not supposed to be here?”

Sanji chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel before stepping closer “I wanted to surprise you...” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “But I suppose I don’t mind if you ruin the surprise—after all, you’re the guest of honor!”

Your heart flutters at his words. Sanji has always been charming, but there’s something different about the way he speaks to you, softer, more genuine, as if you’re the only person in the world.

You glance past him at the beautifully arranged table, complete with candles, fine plates, and a bouquet of flowers “You really went all out, huh?”

He grins, taking your hand and spinning you playfully “Only the best for my love.”

Sanji pulls out a chair for you, as the great gentleman he is “Sit and relax. Let me take care of everything.”

You obey, watching as he presents dish after dish, each one plated to perfection “Alright, Chef, walk me through the menu.”

Sanji gestures dramatically “For the appetizer, we have a delicate seafood bisque, infused with saffron and a touch of white wine. For the main course..." He lifts a silver lid, revealing your favorite dish "...a meal crafted specifically for my one and only.”

You gasp, touched “You remembered my favorite?”

Sanji scoffs as if offended “Do you take me for an amateur? Of course I remember.”

You laugh and take a bite, instantly melting at the burst of flavors “Oh my god. I think I just fell in love all over again.”

Sanji chuckles, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you “Then I must be doing it right.”

After finishing the meal and complimenting him so much that he nearly combusts with joy, Sanji disappears into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding a small plate with a single dessert on it, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped pastry.

“Happy anniversary, my love” he murmurs, setting it in front of you.

Your eyes soften “You made this just for me?”

Sanji kneels beside you, taking your hand in his “Everything I make is for you, mon amour. But this… this one is special.”

You pick up the dessert, admiring the delicate details. As you take a bite, your taste buds explode with sweetness and spice, just like him.

“It’s perfect” you whisper.

Sanji smiles, but there’s something more in his expression tonight—something deeper “I’m glad,” he murmurs “Because you are, too.”

Your breath catches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Sanji…”

He exhales, resting his forehead against yours “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”

Your heart swells, and for once, he’s the one left breathless when you lean in and kiss him.

The chef who’s always served everyone finally gets a taste of something just for himself... a love that’s his to keep.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

The Moby Dick is quiet tonight, the usual noise replaced by something softer (Ace had made sure of it).

You step onto the deck, your brows furrowing as you notice the absence of drunken laughter and boisterous yelling. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through the air, not just from the ship’s lanterns, but from the flickering flames dancing lazily around a certain freckled man's fingertips.

He’s waiting for you.

“Hey, you’re finally here” Ace calls, grinning as he waves you over “Took you long enough.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms “You were the one who told me to wait in my room. What exactly are you up to?”

Ace scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips “Well… it’s our anniversary, right? So I wanted to do something special.”

Your heart skips a beat. He remembered.

You step closer, noticing that he’s set up a "date night" on the deck. There’s a blanket spread out beneath the stars, a small box of food beside it (probably stolen from the kitchen), and a few lanterns hanging. But the real highlight is Ace himself, his flames glow softly around him, casting warm hues against his skin.

“Ace…” You blink, touched “Did you do all this?”

He grins, patting the spot next to him “Well, I had some help from Thatch—mostly because I kept burning the food.”

You laugh as you sit beside him “That sounds about right”

Ace chuckles, handing you a small bowl of your favorite food “I figured I should at least try to do this properly.”

You take a bite, humming in approval “It’s actually pretty good.”

“Damn right it is! I didn’t burn this”

You shake your head, smiling “You’re impossible.”

Ace leans back on his hands, watching you with a lazy grin “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Your cheeks warm. He’s not wrong.

After finishing your meal, the two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The sea is calm, the ship gently rocking beneath you, and Ace's warmth seeps into your skin where his arm brushes yours.

He turns his head, watching you “Y’know… I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

You glance at him “What do you mean?”

Ace hesitates, then exhales “I used to think I wasn’t meant to have stuff like this. Someone who sticks around, someone who actually...” He pauses, then looks at you with a rare softness “...someone who loves me just for being me.”

Your heart aches at his words. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his “You deserve this, Ace. You deserve love, and happiness, and everything good in the world.”

Ace stares at you for a moment as he swallows hard.

Then, without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His body is warmer than usual but you don’t mind. You hold him just as tightly.

“…Thanks,” he mumbles “for staying.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face “I’ll always stay.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, then suddenly grins “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

Before you can respond, he kisses you, slow and deep.

As he stops you narrow your eyes at him “Alright, spill it. How did you get everyone to be this quiet?”

Ace blinks, then smirks “What, you think I can’t get them to behave when I want to?”

You cross your arms “No, I know you can’t.”

Ace laughs, rubbing his nose “Fine, fine. I might’ve… bribed them.”

You raise an eyebrow “With what?”

He looks away, mumbling under his breath.

“What was that?” You lean in.

“…I promised to do chore duty for a whole week.”

You gasp, eyes wide “You WHAT?”

Ace groans, throwing his head back “I know! But it was the only way! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this crew to shut up for more than five minutes?”

You burst into laughter, clutching your sides “Oh, this is priceless. You, of all people, voluntarily doing chores?”

Ace grumbles “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made for this romantic evening.”

You wipe a tear from your eye, still giggling “Oh, I definitely do. I'll make it worth for you, don't worry” you wink at him.

Ace huffs but smiles, pulling you back into his arms “It's already worth it”

You hum, resting your head against his chest.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

The Polar Tang hums quietly beneath your feet as you make your way toward Law’s quarters, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Today marks your first anniversary with him, and while you know Law isn’t the type for grand, sweeping gestures, a small part of you wonders if he even remembers.

You wouldn’t be upset if he forgot, he’s busy, after all. But still… a year together means something.

You take a deep breath and knock.

“Come in.”

Pushing open the door, you step inside and immediately stop in your tracks.

The usually cluttered room is different. His desk is cleared, save for a single candle flickering softly beside a small plate of food, your favorite. A delicate piece of folded paper rests next to it, and on the bed, a neatly wrapped package.

Law stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your reaction with an unreadable expression “Took you long enough” he mutters.

You blink at him, then at the setup “You… did this?”

“Tch. Who else?” He glances away, scratching the back of his neck “It’s not a big deal.”

Your heart swells at the effort. It is a big deal, because Law doesn’t do things like this unless they truly matter to him.

Smiling, you walk over to the table and pick up the folded paper “What’s this?”

He doesn’t answer, just watches as you carefully unfold it.

Your breath catches the moment you realize what it is.

It’s a hand-drawn sketch. Of you.

Your fingers tremble as you take in the intricate details, the way your hair falls around your face, the softness in your eyes, the careful shading that brings it to life. He’s captured you perfectly, every detail very precise. But what gets you the most is the expression he’s given you, serene, happy, loved.

“Law…” Your voice is barely above a whisper “You drew this?”

He shifts uncomfortably “Yeah.” His gaze flickers to the side “I… started it a while ago. Just never had a reason to finish it until now.”

Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you clutch the drawing to your chest, overwhelmed. You knew Law was skilled in many things, but this? This is beyond anything you could have expected.

He clears his throat “There’s more.”

You glance toward the package on the bed, wiping your eyes before carefully unwrapping it. Inside is a book... an old, well-kept copy of one you once mentioned loving but never found again.

You stare at it, stunned “How did you—?”

“You talk in your sleep sometimes.” He smirks, finally meeting your eyes “You kept mumbling about it a few months ago, so I figured I’d find it.”

You let out a small, watery laugh “You found this for me?”

Law shrugs, but there’s a flicker of pride in his expression “It’s not a big deal.”

You set the book and drawing aside before closing the distance between you, your hands resting on his chest “It is a big deal,” you murmur, looking up at him “Thank you, Law. Really.”

He exhales softly, his fingers ghosting over your waist before settling there, pulling you a little closer “Didn’t want you thinking I forgot” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to cup his face “I wouldn’t have minded, you know. Just being with you is enough.”

His golden eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you before he finally gives in. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

He tastes like mint and tea, his hands firm yet gentle as they slide up your back, pressing you against him. The kiss deepens, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the connection. Your breath hitches when he nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with another lingering kiss.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little heavier.

“Happy anniversary” you whisper.

His smirk returns, softer this time “Yeah. Happy anniversary.”

You grin “Think we’ll make it another year?”

Law scoffs, tilting your chin up so he can steal another kiss “I know we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and the warmth of his lips lingering on yours, you have no doubt he’s right.

[bitchface24-7]

COYOTE UGLY - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: When you’re not at the lab researching and developing Hextech, you’re in Zaun at the BDSM club Coyote Ugly as the bartender. Having this job ensures your team has enough money to continue working without any headaches. Well you’re in for a massive migraine since the man you’ve been in love with since you were kids is gonna find out about your dirty little secret.

warnings: secrets, bdsm etiquette, dom!viktor, love confessions, abelist comments (Viktor refers to himself in a negative light twice, referencing what others have called him) traffic light system, spanking, afab terms used for the smut section, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, squirting, I’m gonna write this as a 5 + 1 kinda deal. Ok? Ok. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. This fic very obviously references Coyote Ugly (2000), and I know it is a bar in the movie but I didn't want to do a whole plotline on The Last Drop vs Coyote Ugly; and I didn't have the energy to write and characterize Silco LMAO. So I hope none of y'all are mad I tweaked it to be a BDSM club/bar instead. I've loved this movie ever since I was a kid. Now I'm tempted to do a Practical Magic (1998) fic too 😭😭

The Five Times Viktor Gets a Clue About You, and the One Time His Suspicions are Confirmed

One.

Viktor’s known you for almost two decades by this point. You’re well into your twenties and can do whatever you please. But Viktor’s got suspicions regarding you. Your excuses, your secrets. He knows you better than he knows himself.

So when you walk into the lab one day with a stack of cash, both Jayce and Viktor can’t help but look at you as if you were a project they were working on. You’ve peaked their curiosity and suspicion.

“So,” Viktor starts as you give the money to Jayce, and walk back to your desk, “Where did that money come from?”

You lightly scoff, “Don’t worry about it, V.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it! That’s a lot of money miláček! Please tell me you got it legally.”

You whip around with a snort, “Don’t worry Viktor, it’s all legal. I just got paid from my second job. I already took a cut for myself; the rest I’m donating to the lab for our research.”

Viktor’s lips thin at that. You already took a cut for yourself and still had that much money to just… give away?

“Whatever you say, miláček.”

You’re gonna regret that. You’ve just peaked Viktor’s curiosity; and what’s the saying?

Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.

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Two.

Viktor’s curiosity is peaked once more when he sees a glimmer of sparkle at your navel as your shirt rises, as you try to get something off the shelf for him.

Viktor hums as he puts his pen on the hem of your shirt to lift it a bit more. You gasp as a fresh breeze brushes against your abdomen.

“Whats this, hmm?”

You sputter a bit before dropping your arms and tugging your shirt down quickly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Your belly button is magical and shimmers on its own?”

You sarcastically hum, “How’d you know?” you add a dramatic gasp, just because you can. Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you, “You can just admit you got a piercing. Its quite common down in Zaun.”

“Whats the fun in that.” You pout, “I got it forever ago, a bit before we left for the Academy actually.”

“You got your navel pierced when you were seventeen, and I never found out about it until you were twenty-six and I was twenty-eight?”

You playfully shrug, “Guess you aren't as observant as you think you are.”

Viktor clenches his jaw, “Don’t tease me miláček. You won't like where you end up.”

“Try me.”

With that, you walk away with a sway to your hips as Viktor's grip on his pen tightens to the point he thinks it's going to snap in half.

You're going to regret that.

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Three.

“What is that?!” Jayce exclaims as you lounge on the couch, taking a small nap. “What? What! What're you screeching about Jayce?”

“That!” he squeaks, “On your lower back! Is that a…”

Viktor finishes the thought, “A tattoo?”

You twist your torso and look down. There's the perpetrator, a small tramp stamp that kind of looks like the Hexcores magic, and in the centre is a heart.

“Yeah.” you casually state as you go back to nap.

“Why does it look like the Hexcore?”

You take a quick peek over to Viktor before muttering, “Why not? I care about you guys and decided to get a tattoo to commemorate it.”

Jayce awes a bit but Viktor just narrows his eyes at you. There's more to it than just that. Because if not, then why did you put it in such a… risque place? Unless you wear low-rise pants or extremely cropped shirts; no one would ever see it.

Unless you're completely naked.

Viktor rubs his nose as you reposition yourself, your hip jutting out as your top rises even farther.

Viktor casually stands up and walks over to where you're resting on the labs couch. Lightly touching your lower back, he feels you flinch as he presses his hand harder onto the fully healed tattoo, “You must be cold, here. Let me fix that.”

And with that, Viktor pulls up the fleece blanket to cover your torso.

You look to Viktor and your eyes have darkened, your lids slightly narrowed. Your lips are lightly pursed as you examine Viktor. Viktor just smirks at you.

The longer this goes on, the more clues Viktor gets.

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Four.

Jayce keeps pacing in the lab. Back and forth, back and forth. Viktor is worried Jayce is going to wear the floor down to the baseboards.

“Are you okay?” Viktor quietly asks, looking at Jayce in concern. He's never seen him so… frazzled before.

“No. There's a small gathering happening later today with the council members and high-level individuals. There was supposed to be a bartender to make the meeting not as mind numbing but the one Mel booked previously is sick. Now we need to find a replacement for…”

Jayce looks at his watch and runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours from now.”

Before Viktor can put his two cents in, you pipe in, “I can do it.”

Jayce whips around to look at you, a manic gleam in his eyes, “You’re not joking, right? You can actually bartend.”

You nod once, “I can actually bartend.”

“Shes not lying Jayce. She was a part-time bartender at the Last Drop when… when Vander was the owner.

Both you and Viktor look down, Vander was a good man. He took care of everyone as if they were his own kids.

Jayce clears his throat, trying to dissipate the mournful aura in the lab, “Wow, you're like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Many hidden talents.”

You snort, “More like a coyote prowling in the forest. Challenge brings mastery, dear Jayce.”

Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you. That's an… odd choice of words. No one ever refers to themselves as a coyote unless they frequent…

Oh.

Oh.

Everything is slowly piecing together, he just needs one more piece of proof before he pounces. Viktor almost feels like he's insane; he's a frequent member of the well-established BDSM club down in Zaun; Coyote Ugly. He's sure he would’ve seen you before. But there's the off chance you work when he's not there. He only goes on Saturdays, on a bi-weekly schedule.

Maybe you knew that and planned your schedule around Viktor's desires.

For this last bit of proof, Viktor’s gonna bring his attitude from Coyote Ugly to the lab. Hopefully, he doesn't traumatize Jayce (or you if he's wrong.)

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Five.

Viktor is good at what he does. Many people look at him and assume he's a virgin due to his disabilities. They think he's submissive due to the fact he's more lean and lithe as a man.

He's not.

He can get anyone down to their knees. He can get anyone to listen to him. He doesn't typically use this power in his day-to-day life, but he's going to bring it to the lab today. Luckily for him, Jayce had a mandated meeting to go to and couldn't weasel his way out of it.

He sees his target in the corner of his eye.

You.

You're standing by the blackboard, wobbling in place. Viktor isn't sure how well you've slept, if you've eaten anything today, or if you've even taken a break.

Viktor gets up from his own spot, and makes his way to the small kitchenette in the lab and prepares a basic sandwich and sweet milk for you. He places the items onto your desk and you're none the wiser.

Its not until Viktor clears his throat do you look away from the blackboard.

“You can barely stand straight. Here, come take a small break. Eat something.”

You smile lightly at the care, “Oh Viktor, I’d love to but I can't. I'm on the verge of a breakthrough; I can feel it! If I stop now, I wont ever complete this runic sequence!”

“I insist.”

“No, I really can't—”

“Sit.”

With that, you sat down at your desk immediately. You've never heard Viktor's voice go like that. So dark, so commanding, so… sensual.

You feel almost ashamed. Here Viktor is, making you food, a drink, and worrying about your health. And you were too much of a brat to see it.

You take half the sandwich and bite into it as your stomach growls at you. Shit, he's right. You haven't eaten in several hours and now your body’s catching up to you.

Viktor tilts his head, observing you.

“You were right, thank you.”

Viktor puts his hand on the nape of your neck and squeezes. You shiver and lean into the touch.

“You’re welcome. Don't make me have to do that again.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. Your lips pouted lightly. Viktor's grip tightens on your nape and you somewhat successfully suppress a whine.

That's the final puzzle piece.

“I wont.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, Viktor can see you blue screen.

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Plus One.

Viktor's changing up his routine, visiting Coyote Ugly on a Friday rather than his usual Saturday. The trek down to Zaun wasn't too bad, but the difference is air quality was highly noticeable.

Slowly but surely, Viktor makes his way to the club. He's in his usual outfit for this scene, an all-black ensemble with the buttons of his shirt undone almost dangerously low. He can feel the looks of desire shot his way. He's always on the top of the submissive’s lists at Coyote Ugly. And every coyote he's taken has been incredibly satisfied.

But ever since this theory of his sprouted, he's been hyper-focusing on it. On you. So he hasn't been able to take any of the coyotes to bed. They're desperate.

But there's a certain coyote that's already caught his eye.

He sees you working the bar as if it were second nature. Mixing drinks, pouring shots, opening beers, and chatting up the patrons. You seem so at home here.

Viktor gets a lovely eyeful of your outfit when you hope up on the bar with a megaphone, “Same shit, new day! We follow the rules and—”

All the patrons echo your words back to you, “We don't touch your girls!”

You smirk, “And with that, let the party begin!” a bell is heard ringing in the background but all Viktor can do is appreciate your sexiness.

You're in an all-black outfit as well, but its all leather. Your top is closed by a single button, so Viktor damn near gets an eyeful of your breasts. He can see your abdomen down to the top of your navel, your belly button piercing glittering in the club's lights.

Your leather pants are skin tight and low enough that Viktor's worried you can't bend over in them without flashing someone. He sees you turn around to hop off the bar and there it is. Your hexcore inspired tattoo.

Viktor feels his pants tighten at that. Its almost like a branding in his mind. Look at that. She's mine.

A few girls get up onto the bar and dance to the songs playing on the jukebox. With a distraction in place, he makes his way to the bar to order a drink.

Your back is to the bar as you clean some glasses, “What can I getcha?”

Viktor ensures his voice is loud enough so that you can hear him, “A whiskey sour, miláček.”

The sounds of cups almost breaking puts a smile on Viktor’s face. He's got you just where he wants you. You whip around with a deer-in-the-headlights look, “Vi—Viktor! What're you doing here?! You usually come on—”

“Saturdays. Yes, I know. But I've heard wonderful things about a certain bartender and wanted to see her for myself. The only bartender I've ever met is Thomas.”

You inhale sharply, “What gave me away?”

“Little things. The money, your body modifications, referring to yourself as a coyote.”

You hit your forehead with the palm of your hand, “I'm an idiot.”

Viktor shakes his head, “No, you just got too comfortable. Besides how you reacted a few days ago when given an order sealed the deal.”

Your face feels hot, almost unbearably so. Goddamn it.

“Does this… ruin anything between us?”

Viktor scoffs, “Absolutely not! Do you know how long I've fantasized about a scenario like this happening?”

“I have an idea…” your tone is breathless as your eyes are as wide as saucers. No way is this happening. No way are your dreams coming true.

Before anything else can happen, you do a special knock on the bar. Thomas whips his head over to look at you and seems shocked.

“This is officially a Code V. I need you to man the bar tonight.”

Thomas just smiles and takes over no problem, you hop over the bar and stand next to Viktor, a beaming smile on your face.

“A Code V?”

“When I officially get the man of my dreams, I get to have a shift off. No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Viktor smiles sweetly at that.

“So…” you add before your confidence dissipates, “Wanna go upstairs?”

Viktor knows that private rooms are located upstairs if you want to… have some fun. He just nods, a sly smirk on his face, “Lead the way, miláček.”

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You and Viktor rush up as best you can to one of the private rooms. Before anything happens, Viktor enquires if you know about the stoplight system. You do. And with that, you two touch each other in a way you’ve been dreaming about since you both started puberty.

A bit of kissing here, a bit of groping there. Before you know it, Viktor’s fingering open your pussy as you whine and pant at the pleasure Viktor is presenting your body with.

It’s wet, slick, and so hot. Viktor’s hand is slapping against your clit, causing a loud schlick sound that makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Viktor just revels in the sounds and faces you make; he never thought you could get any prettier. Looks like he was wrong.

“Please… Please… Put it in.” You beg, your eyes watery at the constant assault Viktor is giving your g-spot. Viktor kisses his teeth, “Put what in?” He cockily asks.

“Y-your cock. I want your cock in me. I want to fuck you into the bed. Please Viktor, please? I want it so bad… I need it…” You beg, your voice wobbly in your desire. Viktor growls low in his chest as removes his fingers from your pussy. “You're such a good girl, begging for me. C'mon sweetheart, I'm all yours.” With that, you ensure Viktor is comfortable as he sits up against the headboard, you saddle him and slowly sink onto his wonderful cock.

You gasp out a long drown out moan at the feeling. Viktor’s pushed right up against your g-spot, he’s stretching you out. Your pussy is moulding itself to Viktors cock, nothing else in this world will satisfy you now. One hand holds your waist as the other rubs your back.

“C’mon.” In a low, throaty voice, you moan. As if you had to use additional effort to get the words past your parted lips. Your voice is whiney and breathy. As if putting Viktors cock in you knocked all the air out of your lungs. When you lower yourself more, Viktor, who is rubbing your back with his free hand, feels something deep inside his gut tighten up a little more as you persistently try to fit the final few inches of his cock inside. You feel dizzy at that, you're so stuffed… and there’s a few inches more.

Needy. You're so fucking needy; and Viktor loves it.

He squeezes, quickly prickling your flesh beneath his fingertips into a supple hue. Viktor wishes he could mark you like that for good, wishes that squeezing hard enough would leave bruises and indents to last a lifetime. Last several lifetimes. Even if you aren't aware of it, you still attract admiring looks from other people, which irritates Viktor. Ever since you two were teens, people would look lecherously at you. And you never noticed. But at the mere thought of everyone seeing you so marked up, something wild, primal, and almost startlingly possessive gets hold of him. Even though Viktor would know who did it, they wouldn't.

They would question who defiled you so throughly; and not once in their tiny minds would they think Viktor “The Cripple” “The Weirdo” fucked you so good you're bow-legged for days. With a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest, red marks on your wrists and a glazed look in your eyes. Viktor needs to calm down, he’s getting ahead of himself.

Before he can stop himself, Viktor tangles his fingers into your sweaty, untidy hair. You shiver at the feeling. His hands are so strong, so beautiful to look at.

“Viktor! Please! Please let me move! I need it…”You beg. You've needed this since you were fifteen and you noticed how handsome Viktor was becoming.

You lean closer to Viktor, your tits close enough to his face he can easily suck a nipple into mouth. This small shift caused his cock to press even harder into your g-spot; making a long whine and a few tears to slip out of you. Seeing that causes Viktor to freeze a bit before asking, “Colour?” At that you desperately cry out a pathetic, “Green! Please!”

If Viktor had shown even a tiny bit less restraint, the pitiful little "please" that slips from your mouth might have killed him right there.

You start to bounce, a nipple still firmly in Viktor's mouth. One hand stays on your hip as the other tweaks your other nipple. You use the headboard as support to ride Viktor to your heart's content. Fuck his cock is huge, you swear you feel it in your lungs. You could've been doing this for ages. You pitifully whine at that thought; so much time wasted.

“You look so pretty like this, you know,” Viktor mumbles appraisingly as he lets your nipple go, rocking back and forth at an almost painfully slow pace, trying to give you even more pleasure. Your thighs are trembling, splattered with lube, sweat, and an unprecedented amount of wetness from your arousal. You make a tiny, barely there noise in response, pushing weakly back against him. Viktor holds you still. “So fucked out, just for me. So cock-drunk aren’t you? My little fucktoy. My good girl. My prettiest girl” Viktor showers praise on you, who just groans at the sweet attack.

You pull up as far as you can against Viktor’s strength, the head of his cock catching on the entrance to your pussy, before dropping back down aggressively and picking up a steady rhythm. Viktor lets out an appreciative moan at that. Fuck you feel so good. He's gonna become obsessed with your pussy after this. Viktor's head tilts back to rest against the headboard as he moans, you pepper hickeys all across his pale neck. He's not the only one with possessive tendencies.

You go faster and faster, rougher and harder with each bounce, but you still take into account Viktors weaker leg. You're both moaning, yours goes up a pitch when Viktor starts to rub your clit.

Viktor whispers into your ear as he ravages your pussy, “You like that? You slut. Do you like having my big cock stretch you out? Do you like me abusing your g-spot, moulding your pussy into the shape of my dick? Nothing else will ever satisfy you again, will it Pretty Girl? No. It won’t. You’ll be desperate to have my dick rearranging your guts again.”

You just moan and starts to cry at the whispered words alongside the pounding your pussy is getting. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, you instinctively know you can’t cum without permission. So you ask,

“Viktor… Can I cum? Please? Can I cum?

Viktor just snarls at that, nipping your ear and slapping your ass with a heavy groan, “Oh fuck… you’re such a good girl aren’t you? Asking for permission to cum without me even having to telling you. Cum. Cum right fucking now.”

And you do. With a gush of liquid, you cum hard. Your body jerking, eyes rolling into the back of your head, with your mouth ajar in a silent moan that trickles down to a pleased whine. Viktor starts to fuck into you, wanting to cum too. You start to overstimulate yourself, desperate to feel Viktor cum.

Little “Uhs.” are punched out of you at each thrust due to the painful pleasure. In no time, Viktor cums too. His hips pressed flush against yours; his sharp hipbones causing a nice bruise to form. You both simultaneously moan at the feeling of Viktor pumping you full of his cum. The two lose their strength and flop down onto the bed.

You're cuddled up, now efficiently cockwarming Viktor. You're both our of breath, and immensely pleased.

“We should clean up.” Viktor pants, you giggle breathlessly, “I don't think I can move.”

The silence is comfortable, enjoyable. You’ve almost fallen asleep when Viktor casually states, “I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen.”

You look up at him and give him a sweet smile, before pressing your lips together in a loving, passionate kiss, “and I've loved you since I was thirteen. Looks like I've got you beat.”

Viktor just chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair, “I'm exhausted. We’ll get cleaned up when we wake up.”

“I couldn't agree more. But I want a round two before that.”

“Seriously?!”

You slap Viktor's chest playfully, “We could've been doing this for a little over a decade. I'm making up for lost time!”

Viktor kisses your forehead and contently sighs, “Can’t argue with that miláček. Can't argue with that.”

With how vigorously you two went, it’s no surprise you fell asleep in a few minutes. Wrapped up together, as content as can be.

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That's a wrap! Please be nice to me, I haven't written smut since like 2022-2023. Hope y'all liked it!

For the tattoo, search up “cybersigilism heart tramp stamp tattoo” on pinterest to see what kind of tramp stamp you got LMAO

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Piece of you- L.MN

SURPRISE!! Today is a triple special day for me, so let's get started

First of all, it's my babygirl @sweetlifeofjoy 's bday!! Happy birthday, Nari! I hope you have a wonderful day, surrounded by those you love and I wish a lot of happiness 😊 And thanks for making my day a lot funnier whenever we talk... or flirt haha

Now, the second thing I wanna celebrate, it's Minho's debut on this blog yay! I tried to make something very Lee Know coded here, I guess it's giving off his vibes. I hope you all like it

And last but not least, I want to celebrate the 700 of us. I didn't even have time to thank you for 600 so consider that a combo. I am really really grateful for each one of you. Really. You make my little heart very happy 💜🤭

Word count: 1.0k

No warnings

Alexa, play Ink by Coldplay

Minho had been gone less than a day when you found the first note.

It was tucked beneath your toothbrush, folded into a tiny triangle with a doodle on the front— a cat  version of him, with exaggerated pouty lips and two big bright eyes that he asked Hyunjin to sketch. Underneath, in his unmistakable handwriting, it said:

“Miss me yet?”

You laughed, even if your chest ached a little. Opening it, you could listen to his voice in the ink.

“Brush your teeth, sleepyhead. I’m not there to kiss you good morning, but I still expect fresh breath when I call”.

You stood there for a long moment, grinning down at the paper, toothbrush forgotten.

The next one showed up that afternoon, in the hoodie you stole from his wardrobe. You slipped your hand into the front pocket and felt it— another folded piece of paper. This one had small hearts all over it and a simple message:

“Wear this one often. It smells like me. I gave it a final hug before I left. You're welcome”

You giggled, hugging the hoodie tighter.

Minho had always been the quiet type when it came to words, more teasing than tender, but it felt like he had left tiny pieces of himself all over the apartment just to keep you company.

Every day you found a new one. One was taped to the coffee jar:

“Drink water too. No, coffee doesn’t count. Neither does bubble tea. I'm watching you”

Another slid out from between your laptop screen and keyboard:

“Take breaks. Don’t sit there for six hours straight or I will find out”

And then there was the one beneath his favorite mug:

“Play our playlist. Skip the sad ones unless you’re missing me a lot. If you do listen to them, please don’t cry while holding my mug. It’s bad for the aesthetic”.

They were scattered everywhere— beneath your pillow, taped to the ice cream lid in the freezer, inside the pages of your current book. Each one perfectly timed, each one so Minho. 

One, though, made you stop in your tracks and cackle like a hyena. It was taped to the front of the air fryer, written in red ink:

“I SWEAR TO GOD if you break my air fryer while I’m gone, I will haunt you. Not gently. I’m talking about flickering lights and mysterious cat hair in your cereal”

And then, like the cherry on top, a tiny postscript:

“(Miss you though. Please eat something that isn’t chips)”

You shook your head, grinning like an idiot. Only Lee Minho could threaten you with ghostly vengeance and still make your heart flutter.

Another note had been left on the windowsill where the cats loved to take a nap. This one was softer, written with a little paw print doodle in the back:

“Tell Soonie he’s in charge. Doongie gets extra head kisses. And Dori… can’t be trusted, so watch him”

“If they look at you dramatically and cry like they’re starving, remember: they are liars. Do not fall for it. But also… maybe give them a snack anyway”

“If they sit on your lap, don’t you dare move. I don’t care if your leg goes numb. That’s the price of love”

“PS: If you fall asleep with them like that… just know I’m gonna be insanely jealous. But also please take a picture so I can melt over it for five minutes and then pretend I’m not crying in the tour van”

You were crying laughing by the end of that one.

Each note was like a breadcrumb trail leading you right back to him, even while he was miles away.

But the note that made you sit down and press a hand to your chest, was under his pillow.

You only found it on the third day. You weren’t even looking, you were just making the bed out of habit, and there it was— thicker than the rest.

You sat on the bed and unfolded it slowly, heart stuttering.

“This one’s for the nights that feel heavy”

“You don’t have to be okay just because I’m not there to see it. I know you’re strong, but I also know you. So cry if you need to. Eat ice cream for dinner. Watch that movie we’ve seen a hundred times”

“Then call me in the morning. I’ll listen to every word. You don’t have to do this alone. You never have to”

By the time Minho called you that night, the notes were lined up across the wall, like a paper mosaic. 

He appeared on your phone screen, hair damp from shower

 “Wow”, he said when he saw the background, “I didn’t think you’d actually keep them”

You rolled your eyes, pulling the hoodie tighter around you. “Shut up, you wrote them! You thought I’d read them and toss them in the trash?”

“I mean, yeah”, he said, “That’s what you do with my texts”

“I react with a heart to them!”

Minho looked at you, inexpressible

“You reacted with a heart to ‘did you eat?’ like it was a love confession”

You bit back a grin, “Wasn’t it?”

He paused, pretending to think, then nodded. “Well, you are right. I’m very romantic”

You laugh softly before confessing, “Damn, I miss you”

“Yeah”, he said, rubbing the towel over his hair, “If I were you, I’d miss me too”.

You let out a loud, theatrical gasp and flopped dramatically back onto the bed like you’d just been betrayed.

“I can’t believe this! I’m dating a menace. An actual menace”

He blinked at the screen, “You’re so dramatic”

“You’re not even pretending to miss me!”

Minho shook his head in disbelief, “You’re wearing my hoodie, laying on my pillow, surrounded by my notes and you’re gonna sit there and act like I don’t miss you?”

You were still pouting

He rolled his eyes

“I miss you so much it's annoying” he said, “Happy now?”

“No! You said it was annoying!”

“Because I’m annoyed at myself, he grumbled, “For being this whipped”

You grinned.

“Say it again”

“No”

“Say it!”

Minho sighed like he felt physical pain

“I miss you”, he muttered, “More than the cats. But don't tell them that”

You melted instantly.

“See?” You are romantic indeed”

He huffed, but his smile lasted— warm, bright and entirely yours.

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[buckyalpine]

Bucky and Alpine are my favorite duo !! He’d be such a cute cat dad . And I just imagine Alpine not being fond of company, just like her grumpy dad . And if he’s ever brought over any girl he’d always hiss and try to wack them . But when you’re in his home for the first time , Bucky is worried it’s gonna happen again . But Alpine instantly curls in your legs and purrs for your to pet her. When you sit on the couch , she follows you and nudges your jaw or hand to give her scratches and ends up falling asleep on your lap . Bucky is bewildered this is happening and his heart warms that his baby likes you . Overtime you and Alpine are inseparable and Bucky’s favorite thing is to come back home to you and Alpine curled up on the couch , giving the both of you head kisses (🐚)

I LOVE THISS. Alpine takes after her daddy 100%. Ever since he adopted her and tucked into into his leather jacket, the two have been joined at the hip. They are inseparable. It's always just been the two of them. Just her and her favorite hooman, cuddling, napping, judging anything with a pulse.

It's perfect.

Until he starts to date. Alpine hates it. The way these girls look at her daddy, swooning and giggling, always trying to take away her favourite spot; her daddy's lap. That place is reserved for her and her only. No one else gets to nuzzle into his neck or curl up on his chest. Taking up her spot on his bed is also a huge no-no. She hated how they'd squeal or screech trying to pet her or worse, pick her up for a cuddle. Disgusting. There had already been a few close calls but Alpine made sure it never went a step further. A swing of her little paw to the head is enough to send most away instantly.

Who were these strangers and why did they keep disturbing her. She hated people.

Except her daddy.

"Um-"

"Bucky if you're not sure about this, we can wait-

"No!" Bucky shakes his head, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck while you waited for him to open the door to his apartment. How was he supposed to tell you that the reason he was worried about bringing you home was because his life was ruled by his cat. That the little fluffy ball of fur controlled who went in and out of the house; anyone that wasn't him, wasn't welcome. The first dates he brought over didn't matter all too much. Bucky didn't see much of a future with them anyway so he didn't try to get his furbaby to warm up to them with a second try.

You were different.

He'd liked girls before but this time he was certain it was love. The last thing he wanted was for his 3 lb, 1ft fluffy demon to chase you away too.

"I don't want to wait, it's not that I'm not ready" Bucky nervously chewed his lip, "I guess I'm just nervous" He played it off, not wanting to worry you as he fished his keys out of his pocket.

"We can take all the time you need, Sergeant" You gave his hand a gentle squeeze with a reassuring smile, "M'not going anywhere"

Love. He definitely loved you. How he hoped his cat would be in a good mood.

-

Alpine narrowed her eyes at the door hearing more than one voice, ready to pounce on whoever walked through. The furs on her neck stood up as Bucky walked in, accompanied by his date though this was different. Her daddy didn't seem as sure of himself as he usually did. He was stumbling over his words. She was sure she could feel his body heat radiating off him from feet away. He had shy smile plastered on his face the entire time as he brought her into the apartment. In Alpines opinion, he looked like an idiot, nearly tripping over one of her mice and blushing like a school boy.

This girl wasn't like the others.

Her daddy really liked this one.

A lot.

-

As soon as you sat down, Alpine decided to introduce herself, hopping into your lap and nuding her head into your hand. You giggled, giving her a gentle scratch before setting your hand down to give her some space but she didn't seem interested in you stopping. She purred at the soft coo's you made, nuzzling her head further for more pets.

"Merp" Alpine let out a content chitter while you were none the wiser.

"She's so friendly" You whispered, not wanting to disturb Bucky's little best friend while he blinked in confusion, stunned seeing his tiny ball of havoc curled into your lap, making biscuits with her paws, a content purr rumbling from her chest.

"Aren't you a sweet angel" You whispered, continuing to pet her silky fur as she slept soundly, not realizing Bucky's jaw on the floor. "What's her name?"

"This little shit"

Your face twisted in confusion while Bucky still didn't answer your question, slowly and silently moving himself until he was at eye-level with his master.

"Hey" He whisper hissed, cocking an eyebrow when she reluctantly opened one eye, "Alp, you little shit"

"Merp" Alpine gave Bucky's cheek a light swat of her paw before cuddling up further into your lap leaving you in stitches.

"I see she owns you" You giggled while Bucky shook his head, butterflies already erupting in his tummy. He already knew you were special but if Alpine liked you, that was something else. Seeing his baby fall in love with you the way he did sealed it all. It became something Bucky never got tired of seeing; his precious little angel doting and cuddling up with the girl of his dreams. Whenever you were around, Alpine was instantly in your lap or in your arms, the two of you inseparable.

-

"Doll? Alpline?" Bucky called as he dropped his bag at the front door, toeing his boots off and stretching before making his way to the living room.

"My girls" he smiled, finding you both curled up with your favourite show on, Alpine sleeping on top of the soft blanket you were wrapped in, "How are you babygirl" Bucky leaned down to kiss the top of your head before kneeling down so he could give his fur baby one as well, "And you, princess"

"We missed you" You gave Bucky grabby hands, sighing happily as he wrapped you up in his arms, holding you extra tight before setting you back down.

"Not as much as me. I'll shower and we'll get some dinner" Bucky tucked you back in your blanket before scooping up Alpine in his arms for an extra cuddle, "Daddy missed you princess, shhh" Bucky shushed her discontent meowing as she was taken away from you. Her tail swished as he plopped her onto the bed and quickly showered, rustling from his bag before pulling out a little bag and a tiny box.

"Ready to surprise mommy?" Bucky whispered, fastening a red collar onto his cat and tying a ring that would sit under her chin with a little handwritten note. He picked up Alpine and set her on her way back to you before nervously wiping his hands against his jeans, taking a deep breath.

"What do you have there baby" Bucky could hear your voice from the living room, followed by a gasp. He took one final breath before making his way over.

He couldn't wait to marry you.

[kxsagi]

Okayokay but like look at this people

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DFDkmA2Pm10/?igsh=dmFhNWpjc2NyMzln

Imagine this with BLLK boys

“𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧”

a/n: you like your girls insane 😩 (lana is so mother i love her and born to die)

i LOVE the rain and storms so much, i lowkey want to stand on the shore of a beach as it's storming and blue hour (that would be my version of heaven)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

it starts with you kicking the ball at him while he’s walking back from practice. and he turns around like, “really?” 

he’s hesitant at first – “love, it’s raining? you’ll get sick??” – but you give him that look, and he sighs. “okay fine. but don’t blame me if you fall.” 

spoiler alert: you both fall. several times. 

it quickly becomes a full-on match. he’s trying to nutmeg you while laughing like a dork, and you’re chasing him barefoot on the muddy grass like your life depends on it. 

at some point, you tackle him (badly) and land on top of him. he’s breathless, blinking up at you while water drips down your face. 

“yoichi, you’re blushing.” 

“am not.” 

he absolutely is. 

you end up just lying in the grass, catching your breath and kissing each other in the rain like a cheesy movie. and when you shiver, he wraps his soaked jersey around you and walks you home like the sweet loser he is. 

itoshi rin

he literally tries to go inside when it starts raining but you grab the ball and pass it to him like, “coward.” 

he freezes. scoffs. “you’re calling me a coward?” 

you shrug. “maybe you’re scared i’ll win.” 

this man does a full 180. now he’s dead serious, rain be damned. 

he’s out here doing elite-level dribbles like it’s a world cup qualifier and you’re just there trying not to slip on wet grass. 

“you’re taking this too seriously!” 

“you shouldn’t have talked shit then.” 

the rain slicks his bangs against his face and he looks so stupidly handsome that you accidentally run into him mid-game. he catches you by the waist, eyes wide. 

“you okay?” he mutters, voice low, and you nod, totally flustered. 

he kisses you then, suddenly, like the rain reminded him he’s madly in love with you. 

and then immediately steals the ball while you’re stunned. 

nagi seishiro

“it’s raining.” 

“yeah?” 

“i’m sleepy.” 

“you can nap after.” 

he grumbles but follows you outside anyway, dragging his feet like a wet cat. 

the second you pass him the ball, he does the laziest, most graceful flick over your head and jogs past you like it’s nothing. 

show-off. 

even in the rain, he’s casually dribbling around puddles like it’s a soft little video game and you’re just slipping around like bambi. 

at some point, he stops, lets you get close, and then deliberately lets you steal the ball. 

“sei, don’t go easy on me.” 

“but you’re cute when you win.” 

cue you going red and immediately slipping in a puddle. he picks you up like a bride and says, “guess game’s over.” 

takes you in the shower, dries your hair with a towel, then naps with his head on your stomach. 

mikage reo

it was his idea. he literally saw the rain and was like, “omg romantic soccer montage time 😍” 

he drags you outside, spins you around dramatically, and passes the ball to you like you’re in a k-drama. 

it’s all laughs and splashing puddles until reo turns competitive. now he’s going for full defense, trying to block your shots while also yelling, “i’m not letting my future wife embarrass me!” 

he absolutely slips at least once, landing flat on his back, groaning like he’s been shot. 

“my hip. babe. i need CPR.” 

“you’re a grown man.” 

“still counts.” 

you sit on him instead of helping him up, rain coming down while he looks up at you all starry-eyed. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he says, grinning like a fool. 

he buys you hot chocolate after and insists on feeding you with a spoon while still soaked in rainwater. 

kaiser michael

he dared you to play in the rain like it was a romantic bet. 

“if you score on me, i’ll kiss you. if not, you owe me.” 

oh it’s on. 

he plays dirty, in every sense of the word. splashing you with puddles, blocking your path with his body, grinning as water runs down his eyelashes. 

“careful, liebling. wouldn’t want you to fall for me. oh wait. too late.” 

he gets distracted admiring how your wet shirt clings to you, and you sneak the ball past him. 

“goal. pay up.” 

he walks up to you slowly, water dripping from his smirk. then cups your face and kisses you like he invented rain. 

“one more round?” 

you end up kissing more than playing, ball long forgotten. 

shidou ryusei

“rain soccer??? now we’re talking, baby.” 

he’s way too excited. like, sliding in the mud, laughing like a maniac, shirt already off. 

chaos incarnate. 

he keeps tackling you playfully, yelling things like “WORLD CUP CHAMPIONSHIP, FINAL ROUND– OH NO! THE SEXY OPPONENT IS TOO STRONG!!” 

you try to dribble past him and he literally picks you up and spins you like a soccer ball himself. 

“ryu, put me down!” 

“no can do, you’re the trophy now.” 

you’re both a muddy, drenched mess by the end but he thinks it’s the best day ever. 

he licks the rain off your cheek just to be annoying and then kisses you so hard you forget your own name. 

bachira meguru

he LOVES the rain. he’s out there barefoot, giggling, spinning around with the ball before you even get there. 

“you’re late! the rain fairies already chose me as their striker!” 

you’re like “babe what.” 

he’s doing trick shots, spinning around in the mud, splashing you on purpose and then running away screaming when you chase him. 

he lets you score just to watch you smile. he grins, heart swelling like, wow i love her so bad. 

then he tackles you into a puddle because love is also chaos. 

you kiss him while lying in the wet grass, laughing, while he whispers, “this is like, the best soccer date ever.” 

he makes you pinky promise to do it again next time it rains. 

itoshi sae

he stares at you from the door like “you want me to play? in the rain? voluntarily?” 

but then you kick the ball toward him, and something in him softens. 

he sighs. takes off his watch. “fine. just ten minutes.” 

he doesn’t hold back though. precise passes, quiet smirks, smug little comments like, “is that all you’ve got?” 

and yet he keeps giving you chances. lets you shoot. watches you laugh like the sun’s coming through the rain. 

you trip once and he’s immediately at your side, wiping rain from your face with a weirdly gentle thumb. 

he kisses your forehead and murmurs, “you’re soaked. let’s go inside.” 

and when you pout, he rolls his eyes but says, “fine. five more minutes.” 

he ends up playing with you for over an hour. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[coralquill]

LADs headcanon for witch mc who causes so much chaos with her little talking cat familiar. Just how they'd handle all the explosioives, floating books, etc. or maybe how they found out 🤔

Ahoy, thank you for requesting! ngl that was a fun piece I enjoyed writing. hope you enjoy!

pairings: xavier x reader || zayne x reader || rafayel x reader || sylus x reader || caleb x reader

contents: comedy, reader is a witch with a cat familiar || wc.602

— XAVIER

Xavier would initially welcome your cat into his apartment. But once he learnt it could talk, he tried to kick it out countless and countless of times, jealous it might take away your attention.

He'd wake up from naps to find the whole apartment in chaos and disarray after you had practiced your spells on his stuff.

And to top it off, he'd always find your cat perched on the headboard, surely staring at him all throughout his nap.

What a day...

— ZAYNE

Zayne would sigh for the fifth time that day, seeing as you commanded the documents and files of his work to fly around in his office. He needed them to finish up work and call it a day, but apparently, you had other plans.

At least your familiar cat was napping on his lap, allowing him to pet it. That was a first. Cats usually ran away from him.

"Behind my ear, please," the cat demanded.

Zayne stopped mid-action. An oh was all he could utter before he did as instructed.

The cat talked.

— RAFAYEL

Rafayel wasn't new with witchery or witches, as he used to work with one long ago. Though he would jump out of his skin upon knowing you have a cat familiar following you around, and his soul would leave his body the moment he'd hear it talk.

After getting used to your cat and your shenanigans, he'd ask you to try out a new way of painting with him. Flying paints and brushes would fill the high areas of the studio, swirling through the air as they created splashes of art on the canvases.

"That's a job well done, cutie! Thank you for helping me!" Rafayel would thank you for your efforts, standing up to admire the artworks from afar.

"I do agree." Your cat joined him.

Thump.

You turned towards the sound, only to find Rafayel passed out and sprawled on the floor, your cat tapping its paw against his cheeks to wake him up.

Oops. Guess Rafayel hadn't fully gotten used to your familiar.

— SYLUS

Sylus was used to chaos and disorder, his line of work never offered peace and especially with Luke, Keiran, and Mephisto, the chaos-inducing trio, working under him.

He'd ask you to borrow your powers to wreak havoc and threaten those who cross his path.

Your cat followed you everywhere, supplying you with spells materials and potions ingredients. It reminded him of his relationship with Mephisto—providing him with intel, footage, and sensitive case files.

He didn't pay the cat any mind—until it spoke.

"Your cat talks." Sylus noted, utterly unfazed, as if talking cats was a standard part of his afternoons.

"Oh, whoops, I forgot to tell you." You smiled sheepishly.

And your cat snickered.

Pursing his lips, Sylus nodded in acceptance.

He couldn't say it was the most unusual thing he had ever witnessed. He'd seen stranger.

— CALEB

Caleb wouldn't mind the chaos you'd create, as he'd use his gravity Evol to tidy up after. He'd let you have your fun, commanding brooms to have sword fights mid-air, and tea leaves creating whirlwinds in teacups. But no matter what, everything got returned to its rightful place at the end of the day.

That was until he passed the mirror hung at the hallway—

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

Ah, you had enchanted the mirror to flirt with passersby. Classic.

"Got lost in your eyes? You've been staring at your reflection for a while."

And that was one of the few things he had zero clue on how to fix.

"Pip-squeak! The mirror is feeling flirty again!"

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[littlemissshifter]

TITLE: shifting is instant BUT ALSO i fell out of the Doraemon universe and saw awareness doing ballet so....

alright enough blabbering. let's get into why i said a shift isn't 'instant'. because yes i landed straight in the Doraemon universe but then i CAME BACK and saw awareness doing backflips around me to return me from the cartoon world with the blue raccoon uhm... cat to my current reality.

so get in loser (lovingly), we're going shopping (on a quest for knowledge).

it all started a few days ago. on a very peaceful evening when the vibes were crisp, i laid down to take a nap. there was a tiny whisper in my head that what if i shift during this little endeavour? i was like yeah okay cool. not clinging. only allowing.

NEWSFLASH: i did shift. being locked inside a picture book while waiting for Doraemon to free me was definitely not the vibe i was going for but i'll take it. so this universe to that universe, smooth shift, very expected.

BUT

on my way back? whole another story.

i didn't just wake up in my bed. i floated. i saw the in-between. this weird floaty, liquidy transition layer where awareness wasn't just me anymore- it was moving, changing, becoming. a space between realities where awareness has decided to become something and is morphing into it.

in this case, it was my current reality.

that's when it hit me -

Shifting IS instant - but 'instant' is a PROCESS in the 3D.

we're so used to this overused idea of shifting: "i affirm = i arrive". but what actually happens is:

you decide, you align and then awareness becomes the thing. that becoming can feel like everything and nothing at all. because becoming is just unfolding within yourself. you breathe and breathe and you "become". before i bore you, it's just vibing with yourself.

here, your 3D is catching up with what you already ARE. that's the moment where you can blink and be in Doraemon's living room or blink and feel like the most unreal version of yourself ever.

so no, shifting isn't always instant in a "blink and you're in a new life" kind of way. but it IS instant in terms of your being deciding to shift. the rest? that's the transition. the remix. the unfolding.

and guess what? even if you don't feel this floaty liquidy moment like i did, it still happened. your awareness still became the shift. you shifted because you became the shift. it happens everytime. this 'layer', this 'becoming' is what your awareness does for the physical to show your desires. you might not catch it. but it happened. it was real. it is what 'instant' is.

the truth is:

awareness doesn't teleport. it becomes. and you're already the version who shifted. you're just watching it click into place.

[brain4stew]

Hiya!!!I was the one that requested cat reader,so sorry i didnt mention which ones i wanted!!!!-🪼 anon

Maybe all the forsaken killers(w/ mafioso if u want?) and chance and shedletsky?Tysm for responding:')))

Don’t be sorry, 🪼!! I probably should have specified it in my masters list, but I didn’t think of it. 😞

But anyway, I’ll see what I can do with your ask! 🫶🫶

(As the other posts; I do not entirely know the characters personalities and so, so they will probably, if not most likely be OOC!!)

That being said, headcanons/something under the cut!! ;

(Survivors first.)

(Chance)

• This guy… I have a feeling he’ll be quite a menace towards you.

• Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably just curious! (No he’s not, he finds you rather cute.)

• When you’re not in any rounds, he’ll practically drag you to the couch in the lobby, and cuddle with you. (He’ll annoy you also.)

• He likes hearing you purr, and likes feeling the vibrations from you. It strangely soothes him.

• He does play with your ears and your tail, just swat at his hands, and he’ll put his hands up in feign surrender. (Keep an eye on that bastard.)

• When you’re in a round, he’ll immediately go and find you. Flipping his trustworthy (not) coin in the process. (He believes you’re walking luck for some reason.)

• He annoys you even when you’re doing generators, to reduce the time of the round. He plays with your ears and tail still. (He gets hit by spikes from John Doe, due to him being distracted…)

• Overall, he likes, if not loves annoying you.

(Shedletsky)

• …He gives you fried chicken. STRAIGHT UP. You’re a cat, no? Take the offered fried chicken!

• He’s just strangely interested in HOW and WHY you’re a cat. But he doesn’t question it.

• He does question if you need actual cat food and items however… (You don’t.)

• He yaps to you. A lot. You don’t mind it though, at least you get to listen to something to cure your boredom in the lobby.

• He does pull you to the couch also, cuddling you, causing him to fall asleep. (He ate too much fried chicken, that the mf fell asleep! 😭) You don’t mind it, for you enjoy laying and sleeping on him. (His stomach to be precise.)

• In rounds, he goes to find you, to protect you when you’re doing generators. (He’s got a sword, so trust him!)

• He’s not that distracted by your appearance, sure he does take glances at you, your ears and tail, but that’s basically it.

• (He ended up getting killed by his own creation, 1x1x1x1… What a shame… But, you somehow survived!)

• Overall, he’s chill with you.

(Killers)

(Jason)

• Jason doesn’t see you much, as you are somehow always hidden in rounds, but that’s alright. He just needs to kill everyone else to see where you are.

• …He managed to get all of your teammates annoyed at him, due to his hitbox…

• You, you were just lying by a tree, did you take a nap??

• When Jason gets to you, he’s… Confused, to say the least.

• He doesn’t know what to do, does he just, let you live, or does he kill you and win for his mother?

• He let you live, as you woke up and practically tackled him and cuddled him, while somehow still asleep?? How.

• He’s confused by your appearance, but doesn’t question it. He does NOT talk, whatsoever, so…

• Overall, he’s chill with you too.

(C00lkidd, platonic)

• We’ll say that you were an emotional support cat for him, as he doesn’t understand his own strength, and hurts most other kids and people.

• 007n7 just, saw how you didn’t mind the bone crushing hug C00lkidd gave you, and just, decided to take you with them.

• C00lkidd loves you! You’re adorable, and he enjoys playing with you!

• You don’t mind whatever damage he does to you, as you know he’s just a kid, and doesn’t understand his own strength.

• Overall, not the best out of everyone, but, he’s somewhat chill.

(John Doe)

• John Doe is… Fascinated, interested and confused by you.

• He doesn’t understand much of affection, even though he has, or had a wife, but, he likes you, he guesses.

• He does want to pet you, but, with his appearance, he can’t, unless he hurts you.

• You just have to show him affection in another way! Just rub your head against his, and he’ll probably understand it!

• He’s confused by your ears and tail, but doesn’t question it, he finds it cute for some reason.

• He listens to you when you ramble on about whatever you did today, occasionally taking glances at how your ears twitch, and your tail flick.

• Overall, he’s also chill with you! He’s confused, yeah, but oh well!

(1x1x1x1)

• …He’s a prick, to say the least.

• He first saw you when he awoke from being created by Shedletsky. You were scratching the air at Shedletsky, as he annoyed you a bit too much.

• That’s how he knew he’d like you for some reason. But why he actually does like you? It’s because he teases you about you being a damn cat.

• You of course… Scratch him for it, but he just laughs it off, finding it amusing. A little cat like you, scratching him? Your scratches feel like tickles to him.

• He pokes your nose, ears and tail time from time, enjoying how annoyed you become at him for it.

• Overall? A prick towards you, with a hidden soft spot for you.

(Mafioso)

• He likes you. Quite literally. I mean, he has a liberal (bunny), so why wouldn’t he like a cat like you?

• Whenever you’re going to groom yourself, he’s magically nearby, and asks if you’ll let him brush your hair, and wash and clean your ears and tail.

• You get surprised time from time, but agree. (You end up drowsy afterwards, as he helps you.)

• He once found you and his bunny cuddled up together, and he secretly took a picture of it. (You both looked so adorable!!)

• He lets you sleep on his bed with him, cuddled up together. And when I tell you he’s so gentle with you when you’re asleep… It’s a stark contrast to how he is with people in debt.

• He sometimes throws his coat over you, which you almost flop down from. Causing him to snort a little at it.

• Overall? He can be very chill, but also a little prick sometimes.

[bigsisdreams]

You and your little sister were never really affectionate with each other until after you transitioned. Infrequent "take care"s and "I love you"s turned into tight hugs, her pulling you closer all the time and having long conversations on family meetings. Of course, you feel happy being able to openly express those emotions, she's such a sweet child.

The problem is, you can't help but feel self conscious when she drinks a bit too much and starts putting her hand on your thighs over your dress. You can't avoid feeling aroused when she starts being a bit too touchy, pulling you close, hugging you all the time, even giving you kisses on the cheek. Like, that's normal sibling stuff, right? At least for some siblings? Maybe, so you start feeling like a perverted lesbian for getting all fluffy about it.

Today's just another family meeting, and before anxiety starts pulling you in, you decide to calm yourself by drinking the worries away. You don't intend to get drunk, but your sister (who is now sitting by your side) seems to have the exact opposite idea.

It's fine, you do some small talk with your parents and some cousins that you don't even know the name of, and in between, you take your phone to check the still empty chat inbox, while you try to avoid doomscrolling or opening Tumblr (the chances of a porn bot appearing on your timeline not being zero). Whatever, you just share some cat memes on your socials and—

Silence. Your lap suddenly feels cold and wet. You realize your sister has spilled a glass of beer over your dress. You look at her face, she's in shock, so it was clearly by accident.

— I'M SO SORRY — She says as she takes some napkins and starts patting your dress. The rest of your family starts talking over each other.

— N-No, it's okay, it was an accident — You are now patting your dress as well — See? It will be dry in no time

— I'm really sorry, I should have paid more attention — She's still patting the wet fabric, pulling your dress up to dry your tights.

Is she aware of what she's doing? You guess she isn't, and good thing your family has moved onto other stuff else you fear they'd realize how flustered you're feeling right now. You finish up drying the fabric, you pull her hand and press it tightly for a bit to let her know it's all right.

5 minutes pass, then 10, then 15. You're still thinking a bit about it, not the beer thing, of course. The party is becoming a bit overwhelming, so you consider standing up and maybe watching TV instead. You know this is not your house anymore, but it's still a home, and you got a couple hours more before the last bus.

— I'm gonna take a nap I think — Your sister says, looking a bit drowsy. She takes a look at you — I can lend you some clothes if you wanna — She says as she puts her hand over yours

— Alright — You don't even question it, your dress fabric is still a bit humid and you feel gross, being totally honest. You take a look at your family, nobody's paying attention, you both stand up and walk towards her room. — I'll take a shower. Can you take the clo-

— I'll leave them on my bed. I'll be changing in the meanwhile, don't worry

So you totally don't, at all. You take a shower without even thinking about your little sister being all touchy and sweet while drunk. Of course you especially don't think about her pulling your dress up and putting her hands on your thighs— (sarcasm). You pick a towel and dry yourself up, then you walk into her room.

Everything's looking the same as always, though you notice she now has a little bookshelf with a mix of YA and academic books. She's on her bed, looking away, now styling a pajama blouse and short pants, the violet color looks pretty on her pale skin.

— I'm gonna change — You warn her, she just raises her thumb. Still, you dress shyly on the opposite corner of the room, keeping the towel on until after you've put on some panties and a t-shirt, then the sweatpants. All her clothes are smaller, so the t-shirt fits tightly over your still-growing breasts, which makes you feel embarrassed.

You turn towards her bed, and realize she's now looking your way— Since when? The thought makes you fluster, but you decide to shuush it away

— Can you stay for a bit? — She asks, softly. Her voice sounds adorable, you wonder if what happened maybe left her in a vulnerable space.

You just nod and sit by the border of the bed. You put your hand over hers and start rubbing it softly.

— It's okay alright? I'm not mad, just so you know — You say, and it seems to help as her expression softens

She pulls you by your waist, letting you know she wants a hug, or maybe some weight to calm herself down. It's okay, you let your body press onto hers, your head now resting over her shoulder.

After a while, you start being conscious of her warm breath on your neck, and though you feel guilty about the thoughts coming to your brain in quick succession, you stay calm by reminding yourself this is not about you. Some minutes later, you're pretty sure she's falling asleep, the silence's reigning over the room and the thoughts are calming down.

And then she starts rubbing her face on your neck, her lips feel made of cotton against your exposed skin. Oh god.

— T-That tickles — Is the only thing that feels apt to say right now. She stops, but just for a bit, before she starts doing it once again, now rubbing her lips against the whole length of your neck and part of your shoulder.

— Is that so? — She says, teasingly, quite close to your ear

Your mind's now racing, you feel like she's crossing a line but you're not really sure which. Do you like this? You don't really want her to stop— Your hand's on her shoulder, and so you dig your fingers a bit into her clothes, resisting the temptation to just run your nails on her soft skin instead.

She responds right away by now opening and closing her lips over your neck, almost as if she wanted to bite you. She's breathing harder- Are you putting too much weight on her? You pull apart, but she pulls you by your waist again, your breasts now brushing against each other. You're now aware of how warm and moist it feels between your thighs, and just when you're forming a single coherent thought, she bites your neck tenderly, then brushes what you believe is the tip of her tongue over it.

You let a single deep breath leave your mouth. A silent moan, really. She once again puts her teeth on your skin, now biting harder. This is happening. Oh gosh, you're making out with your little sister. You let out a soft moan, as you now dig your face on her shoulder, and your nails deep on her skin.

She responds by forcing her knee in between your legs, and pulling the whole weight of your body over hers— Come on, be good — She says. You're now looking at each other's faces, she's blushing red and breathing heavily, you're basically panting and you're sure your hair looks like a birds nest, whatever.

Masks are off. Now it's you that breaks the ice by pushing your knee deep in between her thighs, she's just as hard if not more than yourself, and as she moans softly while looking you right in the eyes, you can't help but think she's the most precious girl on the entire planet.

— Can I kiss you? — You ask, she nods.

And as you lock mouths together, as your tongues intertwine and your saliva mixes with hers, you keep thinking more and more how her lips taste just like cotton candy.

[thetoastghost222]

Enemies With Cat Benefits

Overview: You and your neighbor are sworn to be “enemies” but his cat brings you two together

Authors Note: This is longer than my usual fics. Not proofread so there will be mistakes and i’m sorry. Anyways please enjoy i kinda hate it and could use some reassurance <3 Guys please request some stories/drabbles I’m having writer’s block:(

Theme: Enemies to lovers! Fluff! They are barely enemies

Word Count:1874

Moving day was supposed to be simple.

Just you, a pile of boxes, and the hope that nothing expensive had broken in transit. You had about half the boxes inside the apartment already, and you were more than ready for a shower and a long nap.

That was, until you heard a soft noise at the doorway.

There he was a fluffy, orange cat sitting right at the threshold. He looked innocent enough at first, but little did you know the chaos that little ball of fur would bring into your life.

Just as you squatted down to pet him, a cool, smooth voice cut through the quiet.

“Don’t pet him. He’s already spoiled enough.”

You startled slightly at the sudden voice and quickly retracted your hand. When you looked up, your gaze met the unimpressed face of your new and ridiculously attractive neighbor, who was now staring down at you like you’d just committed a crime by stealing his cat’s attention.

“I’m guessing you’re his owner?” you asked, breaking the tense silence.

“What gave it away?” he replied dryly, crouching to scoop the purring cat into his arms.

“You have similar faces,” you quipped, only half joking.

He let out an unamused laugh and rolled his eyes.

“I’m Lee Minho, by the way.”

You gave a small nod. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, and…”

You trailed off, glancing at the cat, realizing you hadn’t caught his name.

“His name’s Soonie,” Minho said.

You smiled and gently rubbed Soonie’s head, baby talking to him despite the exasperated sigh Minho let out.

“You done yet?” he asked, referring to your cooing over the cat now content in his arms.

You gave him a mock glare but ultimately stepped back to give him space.

“Good luck carrying the rest of your boxes up the stairs,” he added with a smug little smirk.

Your smile dropped as you remembered the rest of the boxes still waiting in the truck. Before you could even ask for help, he was already shaking his head no, like he’d read your mind.

And just like that, without another word, he turned and disappeared into his apartment across the hall, Soonie still purring in his arms.You sigh and plop down on your couch deciding to take a five minute break to rest your eyes.Well those five minutes turned into two hours,by the time you woke up the sun was starting to set.

Stretching and blinking away any remnant of sleep you look around your apartment and are immediately wide awake.Sitting in your apartment are the rest of the boxes neatly stacked.You glance at the door and notice a small light blue square stuck to your apartment door.

Walking over to the door you notice there’s a sticky note written in neat but rushed handwriting the sentence ‘’Don't expect me to always be this kind -M’’ stares back at you.You think about going over and thanking him but ultimately decide against it deciding not to bother him.

Over the next two weeks as you’re getting settled in, Soonie somehow keeps ending up in your apartment begging for your attention. Obviously you couldn't deprive him of your attention,so every other day you end up curled up on your couch with your neighbor's cat.

You couldn't help but find this whole situation amusing so one day you decide to boast to Minho.Digging through your junk drawer you finally find some sticky notes and write a quick note to your neighbor.’’Your cat likes me more’’you smile yourself and go across the hallway and stick it to Minho's door.

The next day you check your door and low and behold there lies another light blue sticky note this time with the words ‘’He likes warm surfaces,not you’’you roll your eyes at his stubborn behavior but still respond with your own message ‘’That's not what he said when he was curled up on my chest.’’Thats the last interaction you have with your seemingly emotionally unavailable neighbor for that week.

It’s nearly midnight, and rain is pouring down in relentless sheets. As if the universe hadn’t done enough, your apartment’s fire alarm suddenly blares right as the storm outside reaches its peak.

You rush out of your apartment, forgetting a raincoat or an umbrella in your scramble. The cold rain hits you instantly, soaking through your clothes in seconds as you follow the rest of the building’s sleepy, irritated tenants out into the night.

After a few minutes of standing in the downpour, the initial panic fades, and you find yourself retreating to the covered stairwell just outside the building. You sit down with a sigh, water dripping from your hair and clothes, shivering slightly as you pull your knees to your chest.

The fire alarm continues to screech in the background, and you can’t help but wonder what you did to deserve this kind of luck tonight.

You hear footsteps a moment later, slow, even, familiar.

Minho appears at the top of the stairwell, holding a very displeased looking Soonie wrapped in a towel. He pauses when he sees you sitting there, drenched and shivering. For a second, he just stares, unreadable as ever. Then, without a word, he walks over, shrugs off his jacket, and drapes it around your shoulders.

“You’re going to catch a cold looking like that,” he mutters, settling beside you with Soonie still bundled in his arms.

You blink up at him in surprise, but before you can say anything, he glances your way and adds, “Don’t make it weird. It’s just a jacket.”

Despite his tone, the fabric is warm, and the quiet gesture makes something flutter in your chest.

Soonie purrs softly, nestled between the two of you now. And for a moment despite the rain, the alarm, and the sheer absurdity of the night you feel just a little bit okay.

Suddenly he speaks up again this time quieter and almost shy.’’thank you for letting Soonie hangout with you when i'm not home.’’you smile slightly ‘’thank you for letting him hangout with me,he makes great company.’’ you reply.

As you both sit there waiting for the alarm to stop the air seems to shift and the regular silence between you two seems less awkward and now more comforting.

-skip a couple days-

You had just came home from a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep. As you're lying on your couch halfway asleep you hear a knock at your door,you groan but get up and open it.

There stands Minho holding a hyper Soonie who looks thrilled to see you.’’He wouldn't stop scratching at the door until I brought him here he's your problem now.’’ Minho says. Despite how tired you are you manage a smile and hold your arms out to Soonie who gratefully climbs into your arms and starts purring loudly.

You go over to your couch and sit down and let soonie curl up.Minho doesn't follow or leave he just stares at you for a moment.’’Are you okay?’’ You don't answer. He takes that as a no and silently sits down next to you. You both sit there in comforting silence.

Suddenly he speaks up’’ He’s not the only one who wanted to come over,” he says, almost too low to hear.

You look at him, brows raised.

He sighs, like he’s already regretting opening his mouth.

“I told myself it was just about Soonie. That it was easier to pretend it was about the cat. But that’s not really true.”

You don’t interrupt. Just let him talk.

He leans back against the cushions, eyes on the ceiling now, voice quieter.

“I like being around you. Even when I act like I don’t. Even when I say the opposite. It’s… easier to keep people at a distance, but you” He stops himself, scoffs under his breath. “You make that kind of impossible.”

Another pause. You can feel your heart thudding a little harder now.

“I don’t know when it happened, or how, but I like you. And it’s been driving me insane. So there. Now you know.”

He turns to you fully now, eyes guarded but vulnerable.

“You can laugh or tell me I’m an idiot, whatever.

Soonie, oblivious, lets out a loud yawn between you.

You smile.

“I think Soonie knew before either of us did,” you say softly, running your fingers through the cat’s fur.

Minho watches you for a moment, lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile.

“Yeah, well,” he mutters, finally relaxing just a little, “he’s nosy like that.”

You smile down at Soonie, still curled up contentedly in your lap like this was the plan all along. Maybe it was at least in his little cat brain.

Minho hasn’t looked away. You can feel his eyes on you, heavy with something that makes your chest feel tight. When you glance up at him, he’s already leaning forward a little, elbows resting on his knees, like he’s caught between staying and getting closer.

“You’re not gonna say anything stupid now, are you?” he asks, voice a little lower, a little rougher.

You blink. “Like what?”

“Like, ‘That was cute,’ or ‘You’re kinda soft when you care.’ Something I’ll regret hearing when I’m trying to sleep later.”

You can’t help but grin. “So you do care.”

He groans and tilts his head back dramatically, but there’s color rising in his cheeks.” Don’t push it.”

You laugh quietly, hand brushing through Soonie’s fur, but your gaze lingers on him the way he’s still kind of tense, like he’s holding himself back.

“Minho?” you say softly.

He looks at you then, really looks at you. And for once, he doesn’t deflect with sarcasm. He just stares, eyes searching yours.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says, barely above a whisper.

Your breath catches. “Okay.”

To most that seems like an awkward moment but to you two it’s perfect.That’s all it takes.

He leans in slowly, like he’s giving you a chance to back away. But you don’t. His hand grazes your jaw, fingers brushing just under your ear as he pulls you in and then he kisses you.

It’s soft at first. Careful. Like he doesn’t quite believe he’s allowed to do this. But then you lean into him, and he deepens the kiss just slightly, his thumb tracing your cheek like he’s trying to memorize the moment.

Soonie lets out a little meow of protest, sandwiched between you, and Minho breaks the kiss with a breathless chuckle.

“He’s such a third wheel,” he mutters.

You smile, resting your forehead against his. “He brought you here. I think he’s earned his spot.”

Minho hums in agreement, eyes flicking down to your lips again.

“Still annoying.”

“But worth it.”

And when he kisses you again, slower this time, it feels like the beginning of something you’ve both been trying not to admit for a long time.

Pretty soon your apartment becomes “the” apartment Minho practically lives there now, and Soonie has claimed both of your laps as his throne. The sticky notes are now inside jokes stuck on your fridge

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