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amaurotine · 5 months

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with partners he's been with for a long time, hyth will gradually become a bit less afraid of genuinely being himself rather than the polite little image he's stitched together for the sake of navigating society and he will greet partners that have been away too long with a pounce the minute the walk into the door.

#🧋 — spillin' on ur dash.#he basically glomps partners if he hasn't seen them for a while. sorry youre getting fucking glomped #the pounce is complete with a cat-style buttwiggle and probably a bite and smooches.#also good luck getting him off of u. he'll cling like a facehugger

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sems-diarie · 2 years

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:(( meows loudly outside ur window

how’d you get out there baby 🥺

#smooch to ur head #aali ur an inside cat #💒 the bimbo estate.#mootie.pooties.💗

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geroya · 8 months

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🫶🏽

bLOWING YOU A HUGE SMOOCH

#☼.txt #inbox #seafevers #nina #you know when you smush a kiss onto ur cats forehead ? a big smooch like that

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socksandbuttons · 2 years

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hii

have this kitten, his name is Rutabaga

OH AH..... BABY.... FRESH BABY..... NEW BABY KITTY!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THEIR ROUNDNESS AND SMALLEST BEANSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CRIES THEYRE SO TINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#LOOKS LIKE WHEN MY CAT WAS THIS BABY!!!!!!!!!!!#GIVE THEM SMOOCHES AND PRAISES THEYRE SO SMALL CHISPZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#krispzchaps #I TOTES MISSPELLED IM NOT GOING BACK THO LOOK AT UR BABY KITTTYY!!!!

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dottores · 11 months

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you there! you deserve all the good things! it’s true!

THE FIRST ONE STFU IVE NEVER SEEN THAT ONE BEFORE I ADDED THAT TO MY DOTTORE COLLECTION ONT HERE SO FAST CVCJSJCHSJHDS

🥹 ilysm you’re so beloved to me i wish i could squeeze ur face and smooch ur forehead over and over again

#— asks #THE HIMEKO ONE BYEEEEEEEEEE #THAT WAS SO FOUL #LMAO #the lil kitty cat at the end 🥹#that is u #and i’m gonna smooch u while ur stuck there

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bruciemilf · 4 days

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When I watched The Batman, I watched it with my parents and I was like. "very good movie, I like how it wasnt sexy" and they were like "wtf do you mean, they were literally iin like... a sex club. Batman was shirtless. They smooched" but I stand by what I said. It wasnt sexy. I did forgor that Patinson was shirtless for a scene but the club was suitably uncomfortable in its portrayal. Selina didnt pose and lavish in attention, it was clearly a performance and one that she didnt enjoy. Very not sexy. andthe shirtlesss detective boy was like a wet cat. He wasnt posing or flexing, he could have ahad a shirt on and the scene would not have been markedly different for me. It reminded me of the guy in Elementary who did math shirtless because it let him feel the numbers and helped him do math good. Honestly shirts suck and being shirtless is comfy, its not neccesaroly sexy. The smooch I didnt like tho, thats true. it felt forced. Like clearly smthn that was just in there bc as a movie made in 2024 there must be smooches, even if there wasnt chemistry or any sort of relationship building. Like... I liked their vibe as a team and I could see how the partnership might evolve, but they were not romantic or even sexual in any way and the smooch was bad. I havent looked up any reviews to see if other ppl think this way but I dont want to do real work and I like ur blog so I thought I'd share my thoughts

Agreed that the lack of sexualization for both parties brings a refreshing change! Bruce and Selina, characters sexualized in very specific, but fateful ways, are portrayed almost perfectly in the Batman. They’re not Being, they’re Performing.

However, I can understand why your parents mean as well! Romance and sexuality, I feel, are such diverse and fluctuating mediums that can be interpreted a hundred different ways, and mean even more.

For you and I, — nudity isn’t sexual specific. But hey — maybe someone else thinks differently, so the opinion of the shirtless scene being sexy isn’t wrong — at least not totally. I find it sexy because I find Bruce hot. But it’ll be different for everyone

#bruce wayne #battinson #meta

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riaki · 4 months

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santa claus and his treats | satoru gojo x f!reader pt.1 of christmas event! wc: 3.4k oops i went overboard | cw: petnames, literally j pure fluff ur both STUPID in love, he’s the cutest! happy birthday pretty boy 🧸

"'toru?" you called, voice filling the dimly lit room as you peeked your head in through the door. the curtains were drawn, the iridescent green tinsel dotted with soft yellow lights framing the doorway of your bedroom scratching your neck as you spotted the white-haired boy sitting on your shared bed, picking at something on his lower lip.

you took a moment to drink in the sight— his soft white hair that fell over dazzling sky-blue eyes, the color of the lake dotted with fragile crystalline snowflakes that melted into fresh spring streams that fed nature with new growth and fresh flower buds, a tangible warmth when his gaze fell on you and an easy smile stretched across his pink lips. a little too easy, you think. easy enough for you to miss the way he swipes a coffee brown crumb from his cheek; the smile has too much sugar and cream for you to buy it.

your eyes slowly drift from his charming grin to the rest of the room. there's a forest green tuft of leaves hanging from the ceiling on a thin golden string; you recognize the crimson red berries and waxed leaves with spots of pearl dotting as a bunch of mistletoe, hanging right over the mattress. clearly, he thought ahead.

you snuff the flush from your cheeks as he perks up at the sight of you, straightening his back. "hey, baby! you must be my present from santa this year," he laughs, holding his arms out, an invitation for you to crawl into his arms and curl up on his lap like two warm cats by the fireplace. you almost gave in— until you remembered why you were looking for him.

"you're getting coal this time, satoru." you said, huffing as you walked over to the mattress and put your hands on your hips, attempting to come off as intimidating in front of your boyfriend as you leaned over and stared down at him. he just giggled that sweet, boyish laughter of his, scooting closer and capturing you between two strong arms to tug you onto the bed with him. the sheets were soft, and they smelled like him as he pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you like a life-sized plushie, all warmth and soft comfort that he craved so much.

"aww, really? but it's my birthday today," he sighed loudly, shaking his head as he firmly planted his hands on either side of your head to prevent you from worming away and planting a loud smooch on the top of your hair, before laughing as you pulled away from his grasp and gave him a glare. “besides, you’re anything but a bad gift.” he smiles.

“don’t sweet talk me, ‘toru. you’ve been naughty this year.” he wiggles his eyebrows at that, and you shoot him a sharp glare which just earns you a light scoff, but there’s a smile mirrored on both of your lips.

(maybe they’ve met so many times in the past that they know how to copy the other flawlessly.)

"but you're already here, my love. lookin' all pretty like the angel on top of our tree." he hums, crossing his legs and holding his ankles as he rocks back and forth; the teddy bear he won you from the arcade on your first date is face planted into the pillows by his side, donning a festive red santa hat. the white fluffy pom pom looks like satoru's hair, and you stifle a laugh at the thought.

"how kind of you, satoru." and you mean it— he looks like his own christmas angel; snowy hair and pretty blue eyes clad in a loose black tee with cheap printed red and green christmas lights over his chest. he looks unfairly attractive with those gray sweatpants on, too. you wouldn't mind wrapping him up in yellow ribbon and presenting him to your parents this year as your holiday present from santa, and then having your own fun with him later. you suppose you must've been perfectly good to land him; so pretty and fun, bubbling laughter that speaks of his care in volumes. and he’s their soon-to-be son-in-law, after all. and he’s a golden catch.

but it’s time for this white betta to be put in his place; he’s gone snooping where he shouldn’t have— or rather, scavenging would be the more appropriate choice. and he’s about to be skinned for entering the lion(fish)'s den. your matching red-green plaid pajama pants won't save him this time.

"sorry, baby, but you can't talk yourself out of this one." you said firmly, scooting closer to him as you sat back on your knees and gave him a look as pointed and narrow as the icicles melting on the frosted awnings. to anyone else, you might look like a wet, angry cat— but to satoru, it was enough to strike fear straight into the center of his heart. his fight-or-flight response kicked in (it only ever did with you)— and it was as if you could see the change in his demeanor. his eyes voluntarily softened, lids drooping as a lazy smile drifted over his lips like fluffy white clouds over a pale sun on a winter's morning.

"aww, don't be like that. my princess looks so much prettier when she's happy," he coos, all milk and honey as he reaches out and catches your wrist, rubbing his thumb over your pulse beating beneath your soft skin as he brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles. so he chooses to fight, and you almost fold— almost.

you twist your arm in his grasp, eliciting a whiny yelp of pain; getting him to let go of you as you quickly flick his forehead. even so, he lets you-- he never turns infinity on around you, even at the price of his own sanctity.

you sighed when he gave you a dramatic pout, sticking out his bottom lip as he hung his head low in defeat like a golden retriever being scolded by his owner, soft hair falling over his pretty blues. his hands come up to cradle his head, rubbing the spot where you'd knicked him. "don't play around, satoru. where are the cookies i baked last night?" you asked, reflecting his frown with a pointed glare. if looks could cut, he'd be a red christmas on the cloudlike sheets. you were tired of beating around the bush, especially when satoru had a knack for making it utterly exhausting. nevertheless, it went on.

"maybe santa came early," he quipped, giggling at his own joke. "you never know, huh? he's an unpredictable old geezer. likes his milk and cookies, or so i heard."

"didn't know santa claus had the six eyes." you deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest and looking him square in the eyes. "and he shaved his beard off, apparently." he feigns hurt, holding a hand over his heart in mock anguish.

"i'm no thief! it hurts me to know you think of me so low, sweetheart." he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. outside, the snowy wind howls in agreement. "besides, it's my birthday. you're suffocating the spirit, honey." he drawls.

you just roll your eyes at that, crossing your arms and shifting to sit closer to him. you will your irritated expression to soften, and it's reflected in the way satoru immediately relaxes, shoulders sagging as the anxious look in his eyes vanishes like the wilting ghost of fall on a christmas eve, leaving behind the scent of bluebells and frost on the wind. he thinks you've forgiven him.

that's just what you need. for him to let his guard down so you can spring the trap on him. santa may be able to get away with his yearly trespassing, but satoru's entered the property of more than your heart this time, and it's time for his holiday retribution.

"give me your hand, satoru." you said softly, voice barely a breath above a whisper. he obliges almost immediately, scooting closer on the bed so that his knees graze against yours, and you hear him suck in a little breath at the contact as your hand finds his.

you take his palm in your own; his hands are considerably bigger than yours, but you still manage to run a thumb over the ridges of his knuckles, gently massaging the soft skin over weary bones. a sweet little noise leaves his breathless lips; it's almost like a purr, and when you glance up at him he's almost as red as the glittering velvet bulbs dangling from the primmed branches of your christmas tree. he looks away, a subtle pout weighing down on his lips as he coughs loudly, as if the amber sap of a pine tree has caught in his throat, scratchy like tree bark.

"what are you doing?" he whispers, voice rough and hoarse, like someone took a fireplace stoker and poked his throat. almost a protest.

but you can feel him melting into you, and soon enough, he’s sandwiched you between his warmth and the fluffy blankets, the scent of apples and cinnamon weaved between the strands of his soft white hair as they tickle your flushed skin. his lips are soft and pliant and warm against your own; he's all over you, hands finding your wrists to trace tender, wobbly circles over your thrumming pulse with his thumb. he's robbing your lungs of air, needy in the way he cages you between his lanky limbs, lock and key with his free hand threading through your hair. he can never get enough of you, and he throws his inhibitions to the frostbitten wind if they mean learning to resist you.

it's spread around you like ripples on the surface of a misty lake, and when he draws away to stare down at you, eyes blown wide with a certain shine in his eye that reminds you of glowing embers, jumping from the lively blossom of fire on the grated dark metal of a hearth, there's a cheeky lopsided grin on his glossy lips. his fingers are slender, pale and callused, a gentle flushed at the tips.

"there was a mistletoe," he says breathlessly, as if that'll excuse him. as if he needs an excuse to kiss you. you just laugh, reaching up to trace his jaw with a finger, and he shudders despite the heater inside your room. the bunch of green leaves and red berries hanging above you sways in agreement.

but you can't focus on the dreamy look on his face; that lazy smile that dances over his lips and illuminates his features like twinkling christmas lights catching on each edge of a carefully cut snowflake, the sky's jewels. every time he looks at you as if you've crafted each intricacy of his world; patched the colors together and taught the light to reflect, you feel as though there are bubbles in your throat, and you have to cough them away when they're accompanied by a familiar rush of heat to your face.

it's all overpowered. strongly, by the rich taste of cinnamon. rich, sweet, distinctly festive, mixed with brown sugar and cookie batter; flour on the matching aprons satoru bought for the two of you, except the 'he' on 'he cooks' has been messily crossed out and replaced with a scribble that says 'she', and vice versa. it's on his tongue, his lips, the little dips on the corner of his mouth that makes him look like a kitten every time he grins. it tastes like wearing matching christmas sweaters, sampling sweet treats fresh out of the oven and laughing cheerily in your little cozy kitchen of warmth when he burns his tongue, a sour look on his face that wrinkles his nosebridge.

but, most importantly, it tastes like condemnation.

you sit up, briefly (and painfully) knocking foreheads with him when he's too slow to mirror your actions, but the complaint that's ready to stain the air like chimney soot dies on his tongue when he sees the look on your face. you look the same as you did the first time you found out he'd forgotten to pick up megumi and tsumiki from school. in other words, pissed.

"hey, pretty girl. you should smile; you look less like an ogre when you do—" he hastily starts, laughing nervously as he runs his hands through his messy hair. you've noticed that whenever you neglect to toy with the silky soft strands when you're tangled with him, whether it be kissing, cuddling, or... something else, he'll do it afterward as if to emulate the feeling of your fingers in his hair, even if it 'screws it up'. apparently, his skyscraper ego is too fragile to ask for headscratches.

"just a minute, satoru." you cut him off through gritted teeth, lips that should be stretched in a wide smile pressed together in frustration. your eyes narrow as you straighten up, sitting back on your ankles. "you ate them, didn't you?" your fingers dig into his skin, pinching his cheek. if his skin wasn't already stained crimson with boyish excitement, it would be an angry red now. you give killer pinches; he knows firsthand.

which is why he should've thought ahead and listened to the angel on his shoulder when you were knocked out earlier, curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, snoozing away. what was he to do? the cookies you'd made were calling his name. and it was for his birthday, and they were made for him. so why couldn't he indulge?

this was why.

and you know you've pinned him with your accusation like a throwing dart on a cork board; the way his gaze bounces around the room and his smile turns a hint sheepish and a handful guilty speaks volumes enough before he can even protest. but he can feel your wrath like an entire mine's worth of coal in his stockings, so he quickly throws his hands up, shimmying away from your angry pinch. the sheets bunch beneath him.

"listen, sweets, i just thought that— well, i'm sorry, baby, they just looked so good. and i only ate a few! i swear." satoru says solemnly, getting on his knees and throwing himself before you. he knows you're unamused— sitting there, crosslegged, looking down at him as if he's some chewed up gum you found on the bottom of your shoe. he might as well be. blueberry flavored, maybe? or mint, he's fine with that too—

"so you did." you just sigh, flicking his hunched shoulders, before you go soft again, and he sees pink. you reach forward, fingers creeping beneath his chin to tilt his face up. his skin is soft and warm beneath your skin, thrumming with a life and heat the poor overworked radiator in your room could never measure up to. and when he does look up, his starstruck gaze meets your own; you look ethereal in the warm light, and he wonders why he hasn't put a ring on your finger or started a family with you yet. maybe that can be the last gift to top off the cake of your overflowing knitted stocking, hanging from the kitchen counter; a mahogany box with golden hinges who's shine pales in comparison to the diamond ring in the center of the velvet.

he tucks the idea into his mental notes and grins, a cheeky flash of teeth. "so you forgive me, right?"

wrong. he should know better than to push his luck. especially when it comes to you.

the hand beneath his chin creeps up his face to squeeze his cheeks together, forcing his lips to pucker like a fish out of water as he tries to escape to no avail. you glare down at him, all needles. not at all in the holiday spirit, if you ask him. his face is squishy as a pillow beneath your fingers, and a smile resurfaces on your lips after a long struggle to keep it submerged.

he opens his mouth, no doubt to wail like a newborn, and you quickly withdraw, knowing better than to continue your assault. "geez! okay, fine. sorry. i ate them, you grinch." he grumbles, rubbing his squished cheek as he pouts and looks away, shrinking in on himself. his shirt is bundled beneath his arms, slipping off one of his shoulders to expose a pleasant flush on his neck. "seriously! you're such a killjoy. there's no fun in waiting," he smiles mischievously, wiggling his toes and nudging you with his foot. the fabric of his fuzzy reindeer socks bumps against your thigh, and you make another face at the red pom poms on the crudely-knit rudolph face.

"apologize." you emphasize each syllable, letting them fall off your tongue. they jut into his side like blows to his ribs; he falls back onto the bed for extra dramatics, letting it squeak beneath his weight.

"oh, the horror! to think that i'd be reduced to such a state—"

"satoru."

"—that i, head of the gojo clan, the honored one—”

"satoru gojo."

"should be forced to bow to such pious customs at the foot of scrooge—"

"gojo!"

you reach over to threateningly pinch him again, and he rolls away, tossing a fuzzy pillow into the air and kicking it at you like he's playing some cursed form of tennis. you scowl, catching the cushion and tossing it back at him. it lands square on his face, and he whines, crying about how you've ruined his beautiful, youthfully full, gorgeous face; how is he ever going to pretend to be santa and let pretty girls sit on his lap now? —and that one earns him another pinch to his arm.

"okay, okay! i'm sorry, my love. you're not the grinch, or scrooge, and i shouldn'tve eaten the cookies." he sighs, excruciatingly slow as he inches towards you again, wary of but wanting your warmth all the same. it's too cold to be alone this morning, anyway.

"without me." you corrected, unable to wipe the light grin from your face, and you watch as his face lights up, like a kid seeing his dream christmas present in the window display of a bright shop, hidden behind frosted glass and cold air.

he sits up again, scooting close and opening his arms once more. this time, you oblige, throwing yourself onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck. now he’s the one with his back flush against the mattress, soft as a cloud of cotton candy. he laughs, and it rumbles through his chest when his hands find the back of your head and he tucks your head beneath his chin, cradling your neck.

"without—" punctuated with a kiss to the top of your head, "you." satoru finishes, and you can hear the grin in his voice, cheery as a christmas carole. his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly as one hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to gently rub your back. his fingers against your skin feels like the touch of a butterfly, wings like stained glass.

"how about this, pretty? we can make more together." he suggests, resting his chin on top of your head. you're smushed into his chest, the printed material of his christmas light t-shirt scratching your face, and the only thing you can manage to breathe is the cheap cologne you bought him (you don't understand why he uses it when he could afford the best of his own), but suddenly you can't bring yourself to mind. so you nod, and he chuckles.

"d'ya still wanna do cinnamon?" he asks softly, slipping his free hand into your hair to play with the strands, holding you close and cozy in his embrace. the burning heat of friction between your numb hands or a roaring fireplace don't compare to the warmth he brings you, soft and sweet and painfully human. and you can't really make yourself feel upset at the pretty boy with snow-white hair holding you anymore.

"nah. let's do peanut butter chocolate chip." you hum, muffled, and he laughs, hearty and full, the kind that makes his entire body tremble a little. and you can feel it, so you tilt your head up to peer up at him. there's a stray pine needle in his hair; must've been from your hazardously decorated christmas tree. he looks down at you and smiles, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaning in to kiss your forehead. it’s like a crimson wax stamp sealing his love letter to you.

he cuddles you close, tufts of his soft hair tickling your face like a tacky christmas sweater. "sounds unhealthy. but whatever you want, baby. santa's gonna give you all you ask this year." and this time, he doesn't use the mistletoe as an excuse to brush his lips against yours when you move to pick the pine needle from his hair. he smells like vanilla, swirled like espresso with a hint of cinnamon.

he may have enjoyed his cookies and milk without you, but there's nowhere else he’d rather be— no one else he'd rather share the rest of his time with, be it baking, decorating, or lazy naps in each other’s arms. after all, half the jolliness of the holiday season comes from being with you.

fish analogies went crazy… happy bday gojo !!! my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

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waitingonher · 9 months

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hi there!! congrats on 100 followers,, could you do prompt 17 for leo valdez? i love ur writing so so much you write characters just how i imagined them

EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION

leo valdez + this reminded me of you.

content warning: nothing

authors note: HI THANK YOU SO SOSOSOSO MUCH!!! that really means a lot to me <33 thank youuu

your only regret about joining camp-half blood—besides the lethal quests issued every once in a while—are the monthly cabin check-ups. why chiron had to implement this incredibly useful, yet incredibly stupid system? you wish you knew. well, you do suppose it’s come in handy against your siblings who’d prefer to live in a complete pigsty. but other than that, it’s proven to become everyone’s least favorite day. a day full of cleaning, very irritable campers, and the overpowering scent of every detergent on the market isn’t exactly what someone would want to wake up to.

but here you are, unfortunately put on laundry duty. damn your terribly cruel siblings. they get assigned the fun things like sweeping, and dusting! well actually, those still aren’t very fun but it’s way, way better than doing laundry. the process of separating, washing, drying, and then folding isn’t your ideal way of spending your afternoon. but, the only benefit of laundry duty is that you’re basically completely alone, which also means no one’s there to pester you about your quality of work. yay to no one screaming in your ear about better sweeping techniques!

that’s why you find yourself half-assing the color sorting. you absentmindedly toss somebody’s light pink hoodie into the colored laundry basket. light pink and black? basically the same thing. but your focus comes back as you realize that you’re onto the last basket that requires sorting. you really have to fight yourself from doing a victory dance.

while your focus does come back, it doesn’t necessarily go back to the clothes though as you hear the door of the laundry room slam open. a sweaty, disheveled-looking boy enters, a grin plastered on his face that makes it seem as if he’s relieved to have found you. and he just so happens to be your boyfriend, “babe, i’m here to rescue you from laundry duty.”

“thank the gods,” you toss the sock in your hand into a random basket and make your way to leo. he chuckles at your carelessness before pulling you in for a kiss. you really needed that, “now tell me, how do you plan to rescue me from laundry duty?”

leo makes a face that tells you he hasn’t really thought that far, “um. well, i brought you temporary relief,” he responds, fishing something out of his jean pocket. and out comes a tiny red satin pouch.

“oh?” your head tilts out of curiosity, “did you find and steal something while cleaning?” the thought of leo doing something like that wasn’t totally out of the question. so that’s why you’re a little more confused when he simply shakes his head and offers you the bag in silence.

with the pouch in your hand, your boyfriend makes a motion for you to open it, “okay, i might’ve hyped it up a little too much,” leo gives you a sheepish smile as you pull out two absolutely adorable matching cat keychains, “but they reminded me of you, so i bought them. plus, i also thought they’d make a good gift of encouragement for today.”

“oh leo, these are so cute!” you put the cats side by side and you almost scream, once connected, they form a heart! all of a sudden your hatred for laundry duty and everything else bad in the world washes away. who knew two little cat keychains could have this effect on you? apparently leo did, “thank you so, so much babe,” you kiss him on the cheek, “i swear, as soon as i’m done here,” a smooch on the other cheek, “i’m putting my half on my bag,” finally, one for his lips.

leo’s features form a lopsided, lovesick smile, “wow. if i knew two little keychains would earn me this many kisses, then i would’ve just bought you two real cats,” he says, a teasing tone laced within his words.

you laugh at the idea of leo walking into the laundry room carrying two random cats. as much as you’d love to see that come to fruition, cat hair and clothes do not mix well. you pocket your keychain and hand the other to leo, “you should probably go, chiron would lose his shit if he saw you here with me.”

“wait, more kisses, then i’ll leave,” your boyfriend’s lips begin to turn comically downwards as his brows raise, and you realize what he’s doing: his stupid puppy dog eyes, “you can’t resist this can you?”

you quirk your brow, “oh, i can,” but the way he looks so incredibly dumb and desperate makes you give in, “fine. let’s make it quick.”

#[🍵] emmy's 100 event #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez headcanons #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fluff

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gltzpzy · 2 months

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Other day, I was thinkin abt how every time I come home from shopping (with his card ofc cuz he gets pissed @ me if I use my own) n show him my new nails that I just got done.

I’d twiddle my fingers in front of him n be like “Look, bae, u like??” n he’d be all like, “super pretty, mama, you paid with my card right?”

n he’d kiss my hands all over n then I’d offer to give him back rubs cuz he loves when I get em’ almond shaped for that reason n then he always offers to give me one too then it alwayyssss leads to baby making, oop- n I’m like, “damn why does this always keep happeningggg oh nooooo.” 🤭

Then had a second thought recently about Miguel w glasses n how he’ll come home super late from work, he’s tired n annoyed, n I tell him to just sit down on the bed n just relax, then I help him take off his clothes n I smother him in kisses n tell him how well he’s doing n what a hard worker he is n that makes him all hot n bothered then he pushes me into the bed but mid-make out sesh,

he stops, takes off his glasses, and throws them onto the night stand just to keep eating my face and take his stress out on me brooooo I’d fold.

OOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSS (∩˃o˂∩)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first of yessss!!!!!! miguel canonically has cash money for days, he’d rather hear nails run down a chalkboard than to see you spend… your… own… money… he’s already shaking thinking about it 😞 nd miguel is literally just a cat, he needs back rubs from his girl or his whole mood would be off for the entire week and then some

and so real with the almond shaped nails, not with back rubs tho but whenever i get my nails done i’m now the designated back scratcher bruh i did not sign up for this

and miguel with glasses?? MMMMMMM i need him so bad, need to praise him for his hard work and how proud i am of him for working so hardddd while giving him lil smooches 😩😩😩!!!!!!!!! already getting hot thinking of this fuck

i could just imagine miguel slowly getting all hot and bothered from the praises n kisses, his head on your shoulder as you mumble how good he is, letting out tired hums nd grunts of approval to show you he’s listening despite still stressed and exhausted from work

at first it was innocent until your praises started to rile him up unintentionally, i mean the man is hella exhausted; he can’t detect whether your words were suggesting something or not D:

but he doesn’t care as soon as you start to hive him some scalp massages to relax him more, that’s when he folds. again, he’s literally a cat so to feel his scalped massaged so gently and softly made him so relaxed ….. nd turned on. thoughts of work beginning to melt away as all he can now think abt is your words and touch, and that was enough to get him hard af, take off his glasses and lay you on ur back to begin baby making RAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

#asks ᥫ᭡#thirsting (>﹏<)#miguel o’hara #i’d gladly let him take out his stress on me <3!#thoughts are thunking bae!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i talk too much soz #miguel o’hara smut

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intothegenshinworld · 1 year

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AYOOOO IT’S THE GRAVEYARD VISITING ANON BRINGING MORE SAGAU TOMFUCKERY

so, i have a cuddly little spoiled cat and sometimes when playing she just comes yelling at me for attention, pets etc etc bc cats duh🙄 and i baby talk to her 24/7.

“aww bby what’s wlong??🥺” “did u mish ur mommy??” “what a shpoiled babeyh u al” and i make a loud smooching noises a lot while smooching her cute dummy dace and if we’re going by the thought that the characters can hear us thru the screen then i wonder how the acolytes would react lmfao

thoma for sure would be fucking ecstatic since he’s a certified ‘i-see-any-animal-i-adopt’ guy and i feel like kazuha would enjoy it as well since he probably helped his dead friend tomo raise his cat sometimes

a/n: Graveyard visiting anon!! Hi!! You’re always so cute XD I hope you enjoy this short drabble!

Adopting a dog with Thoma

As the Creator, you're now able to meet all your favourite characters!

You've always been able to see them behind the screen, but actually interacting with them and seeing them alive? You have to get used to it in the beginning because it’s all so new.

You, too, are different.

Interactions behind the screen limit both the Creator and the playable characters. They knew you had a baby, but when they asked you about it you looked at them confused. You denied it multiple times (perhaps a sensitive subject?) but they all heard you talk to the baby when you were still behind the screen :(

Though, it all started to make sense when Thoma witnessed you talking to one of the strays in Inazuma.

Short drabble below the cut!

"Aww, does the bwaby need some cwuddles?"

Thoma watches you cradle the stray dog under the tree. It seems happy, no - ecstatic. It’s tail waggles against your own body and it nuzzels its snout against your palm.

Thoma can’t recall a moment where he saw the dog ever this happy before. Normally he'd join and pet one of the other dogs but the way you talk to the dog has him stunned.

Yes, Thoma too talks to the dogs in a high-pitched voice, although only when he's alone! One time Ayato caught him having a conversation with Taroumaru and he got made fun of for weeks after.

"Thoma, can we keep this one?" Thoma notices the change in your voice as you crane your head to look up at him.

As he crouches down next to you, both the dog and you continue to look at him with pleading eyes. As much as he'd love to say yes, it's not up to him to decide if you can allow a dog to run around in Tenshukaku. (the shogun might actually kill him this time if he does)

"Your Grace, I don't think I can decide that."

He smiles and he gives the dog in your arms a pat on its head. Thoma often came around to feed the strays and the face of this little one was familiar. He's sure it would love to stay by your side, but then again, who on Teyvat wouldn't?

The dog in your arms visibly saddens and Thoma watches you give the dog a smooch on its head. The tail begins to waggle again and the dog bravely returns your kiss with a lick on your cheek.

When you lift the dog up in the air you proudly declare you'd sneak him into the Tenshukaku yourself.

Thoma has to pinky promise that he wouldn't tell the Shogun or Ayato.

#graveyard visiting anon #sagau #sagau cult au #sagau isekai #sagau x reader #thoma x reader #thoma #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin thoma #thoma genshin #sagau creator

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naamahdarling · 1 month

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How is ur cat so cute

This one:

Or this one?:

Natural talent! (And allowed to commit crimes.)

(Thank you. Fancy, top, is pretty adorable and she knows it and she works it. Smooch is just. Um. He's just like that? Whatever you think he is, he's just like that.)

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clemnchai · 1 year

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Modern Ellie x blk! reader headcannons ♡

- she’s a SIMP. puts up a front but everyone knows. she’s a lover girl she can’t help it. dina and jesse make fun of her for it but she just loves you and believes you deserve to be loved outwardly. always holding your hand in public and kissing your forehead. if you’re out and you want kisses she’ll gladly provide— even if there are others around. “gimme’ kiss baby” she smushes ur cheeks together to form a cute pout and leans in to give you a multitude of wet, quick smooches.

- before you guys confessed to each other she had the biggest crush on you. everyone knew but you.

- she loves your hair. could watch you do your hair for hours even if you have oil dripping down your face and ur hairs half done. thinks you look so pretty:( if you ever want to change up your hair she’ll try her best to help and ask questions so she knows how to do it later. she watches youtube videos and studies how to do different hairstyles 😭 if you’re doing box braids she’ll literally beg to try to help. “lemme try, i’ve been practicing babe.” she says with a proud grin on her face. “oh yea? who’ve you been practicing on hm?” you looked at her with a side eye as you finish one of the last braids and prep to start a new one. “on myself and dina taught me some things too— cmon. lemme just do one.” you wanted to tell her that her and dina’s hair were different from yours but she looked so excited. when she’s finished with the braid, she looks so proud. “see, told you i could do it. you know how skilled these fingers are.” she says teasingly. “yea yea, good job baby” you say and give her a validating kiss on the cheek.

-she helps you oil your scalp while you sit in between her legs while watching a movie.

- watches dumb cartoons with you and gets weirdly invested?? loves snuggling with you at night and watching stupid tv like south park.

-dog person, but you made her a cat lover!! can just imagine her hating cats, but when she meets your kitty and sees how much you love it, she can’t not love it as well. when you first introduce her to ur cat, i can see her giving it a side eye while it just rubs and cuddles against her—eventually she cracks. now you call it you guys’ baby:(

- super emotionally intelligent and perceptive. she knows how you’re feeling before you do. loves reassuring her baby and making you feel better. if you’re feeling sad she’ll put on your favorite cartoon and stroke your hair hair to calm you down. also makes dumb jokes to make you laugh. “hey, look babe, s’its joel” she points at the screen to an old troll caricature. she looks down and grins when she sees your giggly face.

-buys you plushies and little collectibles that remind her of you:(

- most definitely a munch

-i hc ellie as a soft dom and stone top. she loves having control over you. loves that you trust her so much that you let her handle all your problems😕 her preferred way to fuck you is with her strap. she loves the way your eyes well up with tears and how sensitive u get when she fucks you. if you’re feeling extra subby, she’ll give you your favorite plushie to hold while she makes you cream all over’ her strap :(( talks you through it too. “yea, y’like that hm? like when daddy fucks you like this? only i can fuck you right.” “need you to cum for me, pretty girl. can you do that f’me?” “that’s right. good girl. my good girl.” ♡

- her favorite pet names to call you are pretty girl, babe, baby, bubs, and honey 💘

-her love language is acts of service!! need your desk built? done. hungry? food already ordered. sick? she’s running you a bath.

-can be temperamental and mean to everyone else but always so so sweet to you<3

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams headcanons #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams x black!reader

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delta-orionis · 8 days

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please smooch ur cat on her little head for me

I am giving her so many kissies on her little head just 4 u