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Domestic

Uvogin x GN!Reader

Just a short and sweet warmup to get me in the writing mood so I can work on the dragon Uvogin piece that's plaguing my google docs.

Tags: Fluff / Slightly steamy at end / Implied NSFW

Word Count: 1,505

To say you were tired would be an understatement. 

Fatigue pulls from behind your eyes as you will yourself up the steps of your home. The weight of many days of hunter work falling heavy on your shoulders as you fight to keep your eyes open. You were adjusted to long hours of often odd work. But these past two and a half weeks were packed with strenuous activity, leaving little room for rest

Now standing before the door, you numbly fumble through the many keys that laden your keyring. Once you find the house key and unlock the door, relief washes over you. Crossing the threshold, you’re hit with a pungent aroma. The scent of citrus mixed and hints of bleach intertwine in the air. The pleasant surprise awakens you slightly as you remove your shoes. 

While locking the door, you take in the dimly lit space. Everything is neat and tidy. No trash or misplaced items in sight. It was as if nobody was here while you were gone. Which wouldn't be too surprising, given both you and your boyfriend often left to answer the call of work. Leading to days of being "out and about" depending on the details. This was something you expected. But it seems that's not the case this time; given the smell of recently used cleaning products and the faint snoring coming from your bedroom.

You walk to the stairs leading to the second floor where your bedroom is, wanting nothing more than to shower before succumbing to sleep. As you ascend the steps, you notice more things that have been tidied.

He cleaned up, and did a damn good job.

A soft smile lifts your face as the thought of Uvogin doing a deep clean warms you. This was a first for him. He wasn't a complete slob- well at least not anymore. Many times he has supplemented you in the upkeep of your living space. Ranging from but not limited to: fixing something (that he most likely broke), to cleaning the areas out of your reach, to taking up chores just because he felt like it. Whatever it was, you appreciated it. 

Just as he learned you thrived in an organized environment, you learned that he is a sucker for words of affirmation. Which you sometimes found funny since he was already proud and oh so sure of himself; not needing approval from anyone. But he seemed to eat your kind words up like it was candy.

Your mind goes back to one instance in particular. 

Back when you were struggling to get him to break his habit of stripping and just throwing his clothes anywhere. He had surprised you not only by placing his dirty clothes in the hamper, but taking them to the laundry room, and placing them in the wash. At the time you were in the living room sitting on the couch, previously watching a movie but then engaged by the sight. He joined you on the couch afterwards, laying on his back while using your thighs as a pillow. Still, you stared at him.

"What?"

"You just washed your clothes." You glide one hand through his hair, rubbing circles on his scalp. The other cups his face, thumb stroking his jaw. "Good boy."

That was the first time you saw him blush without the influence of liquor.

That also led to the first time he broke your couch.

But it gave way to a cleaner house and less of a workload on you. Whether he genuinely wanted to help out or if it all was a ploy to hear your praise, you couldn't completely discern. Whatever the reason, the outcome left you pleased.

The door to the bedroom is wide open, from the hall, you can see Uvogin's sleeping figure. He's sprawled out across the bed, on his back. Position akin to that of a starfish. He takes up most of the huge bed, as usual. Even still, the sight is welcoming. You yearn to crawl to his side and curl into him. But the siren's call of the shower is strong. Just the thought of hot water running over your sore muscles is soothing.

Not wanting to disturb his slumber, you quietly walk into the room. Immediately you begin stripping until you are in your underclothes, gathering the items and placing them in a nearby hamper. You feel a slight chill and look at the ceiling fan, watching it go at full speed. He has always preferred it on the cooler side and you see why, the man practically radiated heat. You missed cuddling with him on the nights when you're apart. No blanket, pillow, or heating pad could compare.

You float around the room, gathering night clothes and other things for your shower. Engulfed into what you're looking for, you didn't hear his snore slowly come to a stop. Neither do you see the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes open, vision hazed by sleep. You only notice he's awake when he speaks.

"You're back."

You stop what you're doing and turn to look at Uvogin, who is now laying on his side. You walk over to the bed and offer a kind smile. Tenderly, you reach for one of his hands, bringing his knuckles to your lips in a chaste kiss. Wanting more, he takes a hold of your wrist and yanks your arm. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him and enveloping you in his warmth.

Without a word, you wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you lean into each other and your lips meet. After a few beats, you pull away.

"I missed you." You say softly.

"I missed you." He brushes your lips against yours. "Damn Hunter's Association keeping you away from me for so long."

You bring one of your hands around to his chest, languidly trailing fingers across his skin. Briefly glancing over old scars and marks.

"Just like your work keeps you away from me?"

"Mm." 

One of his hands rises to your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You close your eyes, reveling in his touches, his scent, the heat of his embrace. All of these things you missed while away. There were brief breaks where you had some time to yourself and not focus on whatever task at hand. In these fleeting moments you let your mind drift to him; thoughts often ending in scenarios like this. Simply seeing his face, hearing his voice, and breathing him in.

"Thank you." You say wistfully. "For taking care of things while I was gone. The house looks nice."

"Mhm."

You open your eyes to see a smirk pulling at his mouth. His heavy lidded eyes seem to glow. Whether it is due to the dark or your sleep deprived mind, you didn't know. But you knew one thing; if he keeps looking at you like this, you aren't going to get that shower anytime soon. 

"You didn't dismember someone and clean the house as a cover up, did you?" Even though the question comes out as a joke, there's an underlying tone of seriousness in your voice. Although he does keep criminal activity away from home to not draw attention, the probability of  a “mishap” is likely.

"If I did?"

"Then you did a good job. Getting rid of the mess, that is.”

He dips down to lick your bottom lip, probing for entrance. You allow it, parting your lips. With a tilt of his head, his mouth presses into yours. Hungrily, he overpowers your tongue with his. Eager hands roam your body, earning a moan from you. The longer he kisses you, the more your mind fogs and the more your resolve melts.

Only does his hold on you break when he abruptly and firmly grabs your ass, making you squeak as you push away. 

"Ruffian." You tease. "I don't think I have it in me right now. I'm tired."

"Let me take care of you then. I usually put you to sleep anyway."

You laugh as he leans in again. Using a hand to smush his lips, you try to stop his incoming assault. 

"You aren't tired?" 

"I was. But now you're here and I don't want to sleep. I want you."

It would be a lie to deny wanting him as well.

"Wouldn't you rather me take a shower first?"

"You're really gonna ask me that?"

You pause, thinking back to the times he came home from a run with the troupe. It was no surprise to see blood staining his clothes. Even in those times, your clothes were being ripped off minutes after him walking through the front door.

Shooting a playful smile, you move closer to him. Your greedy hands are making busy work of searching his skin in mindless touches. As you continue to lay pressed into him, you can feel your need for him flaring in intensity. 

"No, it can wait. Besides, you would just get me dirty again."

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.

[hedgehog-moss]

Why is everyone in the world except me unable to figure out the optimal way to load a dishwasher, this is such a burden. I don’t want to be a dishtator but I can’t allow a variety of opinions when it just makes SENSE for wine glasses to be over here where the tray is deeper. You put a small leg-less glass there you’re going to run into problems later can’t you see that?? no long-term vision. No sense of greater strategy, but you can’t live in the moment while loading dishes. You know when fairytale princesses don’t want to marry and give would-be suitors impossible trials, well that would be a good one. I shall plight my troth to the first person who can load an entire dishwasher without doing anything preposterous

[frogsinajar]

I keep making doodles where june is the protagonist of a family sitcom with all the homestuck kids, so have a bunch of them

[wenddysburger]

it da purple marysue boi aka The legend of Spyro: A new begging 17th anniversary ! say something nice to him :))))

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 04

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I really gotta figure out a name for this kid but it’s not today. I lean towards no one, aside from Wymack, actually knowing what his first name is. Dan’s the one that recruited him to be her replacement dealer so his first name has been lost to time.

They all refer to him by his last name which is, of course, something incredibly nondescript and boring. It’s Smith. He has brown hair and brown eyes, his hair isn’t scraggly or especially stylish, he’s perfectly average in height and BMI. Andrew is irritated that someone he regularly hangs out with of his own free will is so boring looking.

But he kind of respects how Fluent Freshman just flat out says no when Andrew says he should dye his hair something interesting. Doesn’t get irritated or say any reason why he’s not going to do that. Just a No. Andrew drops it because of course he does.

He doesn’t know that Fluent Freshman spends 20 minutes looking at hair dye the next time he goes to the near by CVS for his Pepto Bismol and the prescription that Abby referred him to go get. He looks at all the colors and is like “I cannot possibly dye my hair. I would look stupid / all the other foxes have the hair colors I wouldn’t look stupid in and they’d think I was COPYING their look.” He goes to the aisle where his Pepto is but it’s completely cleared out.

He, very bravely, does not just burst into tears. He gets his prescription and walks up to cash out and the girl is the usual one who helps him. She sees him and goes “OH, I kept some Pepto behind the counter for you. Do you want a bottle?” she asks. Fluent Freshman is the Pepto Bismol guy, his purchases so noticed and embarrassing that they saved some for him when they ran low. He says yes and swears to never come to this CVS again.

Fluent Freshman sees Captain Neil coming up unexpectedly while he’s doing some leisure reading of a Russian novel and Fluent Freshman has never moved so quickly in his entire life to stash it into his backpack pull out some gen-ed math assignment.

Captain Neil stops at his table and asks him how his ulcer is the next time they  and FF considers the merits of a trade school. Out loud he says “It’s fine.”

Neil gives him a look.

FF is pale and his eyes are darting rapidly between Neil and something in the distance (the OPEN backpack next to the seat Neil is in with the RUSSIAN NOVEL. AN AMATEUR MISTAKE) and Neil thinks he finally understands why his teammates hate when he says he’s fine when he’s obviously not.

He decides it’s not something to tackle right now and passes along some probiotic yogurt that Andrew had given him to pass onto Fluent Freshman when Neil had said he was going to hang out with him while Andrew was in class. Fluent Freshman takes it and then Neil helps him with his math homework while he helps teach Neil Spanish.

NEXT

And since you requested it:

@i-have-three-feelings

[wolfram-but-art]

Sorry for spamming your notifs but i see alot of engi content from you and so i am legally obligated to chase any engi media i see like a carrot on a stick RAHHRHARAHRAHRAHRAHHHHH

PFF it's alright mate, go ahead and spam i don't mind. i literally do the same thing.

my last like 30 posts have largely been about him, he occupies my every waking thought. I am actually obsessed, please, i can't be alone in my blorbo obsession

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

My parents' ethos is "we would rather wake up all our children 3 hours early and load the car in the dark without food and deal with 2 days of sleep-deprived fighting than sit through 30 minutes of extra traffic"

[seph-ic]

I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED MY LESBIAN COWBOYS HERE HAVE THEM

[plantanarchy]

A glorious neighborhood catalpa was cut down yesterday and made me very sad. I thought I would ask how yours is doing to cheer me up.

Aw no! Rip, neighborhood catalpa

They are blooming in the river valley here and will soon come into bloom further north and they're the best tree to see in full bloom.

Mine has grown soooo much and is setting up to bloom. Here he is this week with freshly-planted Forest Pansy redbud behind him.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

WIP I no longer feel like finishing, but I also don't just want to throw it away because honestly, this scene in Zeke and Luther is so in character for Drakken and Ron. Perhaps one day I'll finish it but for now, I'll just keep it as a sketch that I want to show to you guys :D

Don't ask why Shego's so tall, I forgot to shrink her down in the sketch and now she's a huge lady, deal with it.

[randomartsideblog]

To be sleepy 💖

[blueboy1103]

[kimetsu-chan]

I think I may want to bring up possibly taking commissions with my dad

[plushie-rater]

Can we send requests of our own plushies for you to rate? :)

Thanks so much for asking first of all. I’ve been thinking about this a whole lot (even before I drew the first plushie here) and I think I’ve finally decided that at least for now, I won’t be taking submissions for plushie ratings. Without getting too serious, the main reason is that I’m afraid that it will stop feeling as fun as it does now. I also really enjoy how happy people seem to be when they see a surprise rating that they weren’t expecting, which would happen much less often if I was spending time drawing submissions, too. I really hope that everyone understands

[messy-di-voce]

Ok can people talk about Emily Austin more please???

I read Interesting Facts About Space after reading Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead and oh my god!!

I’ve never read a book more brutally honest about existing before. Also I really just understood the flow of thoughts from both Gilda and Enid. They both felt very real to me. I *highly* recommend these books if they look even remotely interesting to you!!

Austin is very rapidly becoming one of my favorite authors!