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cheeseceli · 10 months
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Bang Chan who gives you flowers for no reason and every reason. One day you'll randomly receive a bouquet because he is on tour but wants you to remember you are loved. Maybe he just saw some pretty flowers on his way back home and decided to give you. Sometimes he just wants to. That's the way he is
"I brought a dandelion this time. Make a wish"
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thegreatkarma · 3 months
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if she looks at me like that, i will end the night in her bed naked
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just-some-toad · 2 years
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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
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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."
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allo-frouto · 7 months
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How often have you had sex?
I am not having sex these days.
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novadoesartforfun · 1 year
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My friend : So what's your plan for this Valentine's?
My Single Ass : Wait today is Valentine's?
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leatinwlw · 2 years
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i want a romance that is fanfic worthy like these leatin fanfics i’m reading
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m-yg93 · 2 years
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Me: I am thriving in my hoe era. Men bore me. I want a pretty woman in my bed at all times.
Also me: *Gets a boyfriend*
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levil0vesyou · 6 months
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stil-lindigo · 2 months
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SPREADSHEET OF PALESTINIAN ESCAPE FUNDS‼️TIME SENSITIVE
Operation Olive Branch is a continuously updating spreadsheet of Palestinian escape funds where progress towards their goals is being tracked. As of right now, there are over 100 funds listed there.
Any amount of money can make a difference. With their recent decision to bomb Rafah, the only remaining “safe” territory in Gaza, Israel has forced Palestinians into a corner by giving them nowhere else to go. The international community has given Israel the ability to act with impunity - it is long past the point in time to rely on those in power to hold Israel to any standard of compassion.
Today, I want you to look at this document, choose a fund, contribute to it, and share it. The people in Rafah are living on borrowed time. Free Palestine.
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4452oliva · 2 months
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I am beautiful
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ibtisams · 2 months
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The global reaction to Aaron Bushnell’s self immolation has been very jarring. I understand how powerful and scary it is to witness such a young man set himself on fire while screaming for a free Palestine, but to now see comments like “his death will not be in vain” and “the video will haunt me forever” is very strange considering the depravity of the videos we have been seeing coming out of Gaza for 4 months. It seems like people are now using Aaron as the “perfect martyr” of Palestine that we can put all of our efforts into celebrating as if there has not been 30,000+ Palestinian martyrs that we have been begging you to acknowledge
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kalicoolkat · 4 months
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Happy new year's, here's hoping I find a bitch this year!!!!
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khanfirozkhan · 4 months
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Hi, I am single, if you want 3 some then call me 8669027803/78430435950, I am from Pune
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ryekat · 4 months
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If one more person I went to high school with gets engaged... I might actually turn evil
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senorafionaderenjun · 5 months
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Not me being delusional with a grown man now
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canonkiller · 8 months
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This is expected, being human.
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