husband!minho
✰ notes: third entry of my husband!skz series and as for who won the poll, it’s minho’s turn!! minor warning: sex is mentioned but nothing happened!! i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33
chan ( lee know ) changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
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Husband Minho who asked, “Will you be the mother of my three kids?” instead of “Will you marry me?” on one random afternoon when you were both playing with his cats at his parents’ house. It served as his proposal and gave you a jingle ball because he didn’t have a ring with him at that time.
Husband Minho who used to be a tsundere and nonchalant person but later changed into a fully affectionate bunny the moment he fell for you.
Husband Minho who got emotional during the wedding day but tried to hold his tears back since it was expected that his friends would tease him later. He gave up eventually and cried when you slow danced with him at the reception.
Husband Minho who teased you a lot but in a loving way. He tends to be a menace sometimes but it wasn’t bad. Your big baby just loves to play with you.
Husband Minho who pretends to be annoyed when you ask for a kiss but deep inside he wants to smother you with all the love you deserve. Eventually, he couldn’t keep it to himself so he cuddles you with lots and lots of kisses.
Husband Minho who spoils you with his five Michelin-star cooking skills and serves you high-quality food. He is the happiest when you compliment him and finish everything on your plate.
Husband Minho who loves to drag you along when he goes camping and offers to take care of everything while you rest. He’d only ask for minor tasks from you to help him.
Husband Minho who sends you weird selfies and cat pictures when you’re not together and says he misses you with the kids (his cats).
Husband Minho who listens to your worries and gives constructive criticisms but at the same time he comforts you with the things you need to feel better.
Husband Minho who loves to encourage you to do the things you want as long as it would benefit him and it’s not illegal. “The heart knows what it wants,” He said. “But let’s not go to jail shall we?”
Husband Minho who lets you burst out in anger while he stood there listening to everything. He’s not the type to baby you every time and will be civil when it comes to arguments knowing who is in the right and wrong.
Husband Minho who will never allow you to sleep unless everything is resolved. He’d be sorry if it was his fault and be the cutest baby bunny that you can’t resist to forgive. This comes along with cuddles and kisses or makeup sex (if you’re both into it).
Husband Minho whose love languages are acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation.
Husband Minho whom you swoon to over and over because of how handsome and cute he is. Never a day you’d miss complimenting him by which he’ll be all red and mushy from being shy.
Husband Minho who got the interest of touching your butt out of his love and affection.
Husband Minho who lays on top of you when he sees you lying down on your shared bed the moment he gets home because he’s tired and your presence makes him feel relaxed and secure. He tends to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
Husband Minho who is loud and dramatic in the most precious way.
Husband Minho who never forgets important dates and will throw everything away just to spend time with you.
Husband Minho who acts like a mother especially when you get sick and is stubborn.
Husband Minho who is good with kids, and had asked you a few times if you want to have one with him but at the same time he doesn’t want to put pressure on your shoulders. He reassures that he can wait and doesn’t even mind if he spends his lifetime with you alone.
Husband Minho who feels appreciated and loved when you tell him about the things he means to you and how much you are head over heels for him.
Husband Minho who gets excited when you give him cat necessities. You wonder that he loves his cats more than you sometimes but he’d say you were equally receiving his love and affection.
Husband Minho who doesn’t always say he loves you but rather says that you are his getaway from everything. It’s you and him against the world, nothing could replace you as you are his happy place and favorite person. The one who comes second after his cats and knows his priorities but you get the privilege.
Husband Minho who loves you to the moon and back.
Husband Minho who treasures you the most and the one he’d put first before everything.
Husband Minho whom you’ll love for a lifetime, promised to never hurt, never leave, and never break his heart.
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The Art of Dancing in the Rain
Summary: Eris needs to unwind, reader has the best idea to do exactly that.
Eris x summer court reader fluff
WC:1.5k (short and sweet)
A/n: As a Florida girly, playing in summer rain is so nostalgic that I had to write about it. Also I live for soft sweet vanserra brothers.
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Eris was about ready to tear his hair out.. He wasn’t even supposed to be doing work but when Tarquin had handed him the stack of parchment, he couldn’t exactly say no. So that was how he ended up holed up in your childhood bedroom. Windows thrown open at the hopes of chasing in some semblance of a breeze. His skin felt sticky, unused to the summer heat.
Mind reeling with the half-assed documents in front of him. Trade agreements that had so many loopholes, it was a miracle the paper they were written on didn’t resemble swiss cheese.
The two of you were supposed to be visiting with your family. Which is where you were. Probably playing with your sister's new babe. The whole time during her pregnancy Eris would listen as you babbled excitedly about all the things you would do with the baby, hearts practically forming in your eyes. The moment she had gone into labor you had Eris winnow you both and the several bags of presents for the little tot. You had left to give the new family time to settle but you could only stay away for a few months, refusing to miss any major milestones for your precious niece.
You had been particularly excited to show off the little strawberry covered swimsuit you had found, ignoring Eris’ reminder it would probably be too big for the infant. And that the water would be far too cold to swim in at this point in the year.
So here Eris was cursing his dead father for the millionth time. This time for his utter lack of organization. For making him have to take time away from his excited mate and her family. He would love nothing more than to see you playing in the waves, splashing around with the small bundle in your arms.
A small knock on the door startled Eris from his musings. He jumped slightly before he recognized your signature knock. The only one he never had to answer to. Just like he expected, you slowly opened the door and searched the room for him. Your breathtaking smile was enough to make him put down his paperwork. Returning it wholeheartedly.
“Pumpkin, what are you doing here?” He asked, a smile not fading from his face. You crossed the room in a few steps, the light fabric of your dress catching on the wind that had not been flowing through the room a few moments ago.
“Do I need a reason to check on my favorite person?”
“I didn’t realize the babe was in here.” He made a show of looking around the room, like he might be able to find the small child
“Well the biggest babe is in front of me right now” He shot you a fake scolding look that made your head tip back in laughter. “I wanted to check on you, you said it wouldn’t take long and that was hours ago. I had to make sure you weren’t wasting away.” You closed the distance between you two and wrapped your arms around his waist. You head resting perfectly against his chest. His hands came up to rest on the small of your back and he placed a small kiss to the crown of your head.
“I should be done here soon, sweetheart. Go spend some time with your family.” He muttered but only squeezed you tighter. You looked past him, eyes glancing out the window before a breathtaking smile graced your face. You looked back to him and held up a tentative hand out to him.
“Do you trust me?” You asked simply. He didn’t hesitate.
“With my life.” He swore and you wrapped your hand around his and started pulling him out of the make-shift office through the giant sliding glass doors in the room. They opened right onto a small private beach and he tried not to grimace at the unfamiliar feeling of sand under his feet.
“Okay, now that you’ve got me here,” he wiggled his eyebrow at you, “what are you planning to do to me.” He was rewarded with another sweet giggle. When you stopped, you got silent. Waiting for something he realized. That familiar twinkle in your eye that told him you were scheming.
“Just stand here. Should be any second now.” And as if on cue a loud crack filled the sky and Eris vaguely felt something cold and wet drip down his scalp. Then another, and another until suddenly the sky opened up, the downpour of cool summer rain. You let out a sound of pure joy at the feeling of it against your skin. Your dress was already starting to cling to your skin and your hair was already starting to fall into your face.
“We should go inside my love.” Eris spoke up with a shake of his head, trying to free himself from the spell that you seemed to be casting on him.
“Dance with me?” You said a little too loudly, trying to be heard over the loud rain. He cocked his head slightly, swearing he must have heard you wrong. Huffing slightly, you grabbed his hand and gave his arm a tentative swing. Still not entirely getting the hint, you pulled him close to you and threw your arms around his neck. You started swaying slightly and Eris, with practiced hands, came to rest on your waist.
The two of you rocked back and forth, swaying to an invisible song until he leaned down close to your face. “If you want to dance, who am I to tell a beautiful female no?” You didn’t even have time to think of a response before he grabbed your hand and raised it over your head, swinging your body in a dramatic circle. He wanted to drown in the sound of your answering laugh. It warmed his body against the chill of the rain and he spun you once more just to hear that sweet sound again. He spun you around until you were dizzy and needed to lean against his chest for stability.
The small swaying motions quickly turned into a broken waltz. Nothing court worthy as the wet sand made it hard to find your footing but he got to hold you close so he wasn’t going to complain.
As the rain continued to pick up, you started to hum the melody of your favorite song to dance to. He couldn’t help his own laugh that flowed out of his mouth, your joy too infectious for him to feel silly about his current actions. He loved his hands to your waist and lifted you off your feet and into the air in a graceful arc.
When he placed you back on your feet, you wrapped your arms around his neck again and pulled his lips down to meet yours. You tasted like you mixed with the taste of the fresh raindrops that freckled your face and lips. He instantly felt drunk off the taste and pulled you closer against him, tipping your head back slightly to deepen the kiss.
The two of you stayed out for well over an hour. Spinning and laughing and kissing. Until the sky started to lighten and the downpour slowed down to a trickle. You were panting slightly, worn out between the heavy giggling and movement of your dancing.
You pulled his forehead down to rest against his. “I love you, Eris” and the reverence those four words heod as they flowed off your tongue was enough to make his knees weak.
“And I love you sweetheart.” He continued to sway the two of you back and forth until the rain had completely ceased before dipping you low enough for the tips of your hair to dip against the damp sand. He pulled you back up to him, your chest bumping against his and he put a single finger under your chin and placed a sweet kiss onto your lips. Pouring all his love into that point of connection. When he pulled away he couldn’t look away from your eyes. Bright and so full of energy that he truly couldn’t believe you were his.
He was still in awe every day of your beauty and the unabashed way you felt your emotions. Today it was joy and he felt that same feeling mirrored in his own face as he pulled your head against his chest, more so embracing now than dancing and whispered a quiet, “thank you” into the crown of your head. He couldn’t say all the words he wanted to but he hoped you could hear the meaning behind those two. Thank you for loving me, thank you for showing me that goodness still exists in this world , thank you for being with me when I was in a bad mood, and thank you for reminding me how it is important to enjoy the little things like dancing in the rain.
“No, Thank you” Thank you for letting me love you, thank you for loving me back, thank you for still believing in that good and working so hard to make sure it’s still there, thank you for coming out with me and sharing this moment with me. Those words held so much more meaning than either of you could either find the words for but the two of you felt them all the same. As the two of you swayed until the sun started to set along the sea, Eris wished he could bottle this moment and carry it around with him for the rest of his life.
Tagging the Eris fans now that it’s not 1 in the morning (hopefully) @daycourtofficial @secret-third-thing
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God i want your musky catthing cock so badly rammed down ny throat...
I want to gurgle and spitter around ne as you call me a "good toy" as watch as I throb and leak away my inhibitions in real time~
Make me beg and drool for more of that mind-rewriting, brainfucking catmusk, just so I debase myself further just for your entertainment~
Watch in real time as my clothing choices go from proper outfits and effort to fishnet tops and "fuck me" panties~ all because you thought it'd be hot if I "let loose a little~"
Making me ride a dildo while slobbering over your bulge, just so i relate any act of service with pleasure~
Eventually, I'm so corrupted and broken my old name doesn't really fit me anymore, a problem quickly remedied by clipping a collar on me with the tag saying "Muskpet", just so nobody confuses me with a person or something on the rare occasions I'm not being blessed with your rank catmusk or when I'm chasing the high of being cumdrunk~♡
Mmm~
That's my good little muskpet ;3c
Incredible work sharing these precious little thoughts of yours~ The last few remaining I'd assume ;3c
Far too hot~ Having such a desperate little toy like this is just 💜💜💜💜💜
You did so well filling out these dreams in detail~ Every want given form as you tried to not get too distracted touching yourself as you wrote this~
(=•ω<=)
Thank you so much for sharing, cutie~ I couldn't possibly add when I'm so pleased by such a display ^///^
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Im going to be completely frank with you all... and admit that I read these options and wasn't sure how to take this chart,,, so uh. Under the cut is Another Version. I'd apologize but I've given you the option to keep scrolling ¯\_(・・)_/¯
(If you notice characters missing on Kim's side, I probably figured she doesn't know who they are lol)
For the record,,, if they *wanted* me to pull their hair-- *is shot several times before I can continue*
Uhh Matthew is here because I have been converted fully on he/him or enby lesbian Matthew I think. He lives in my brain rent free now, very gender. I'd pull his hair but also I think he mostly just deserves to have it played with nicely.
And Scott's here because 1) I enjoy trans Scott, 2) Kim Pine Brain Rot possibly, 3) idk he's like,, the exception. God damnit, I've fallen for the inexplicable Scott Pilgrim Effect. What the fuck--
I did think about doing this chart like everyone was actually applicable to my tastes, but even if they were I think the ones I didn't put up would have to fall on the caress side bc I just don't feel that way abt them lol.
Again, not to say that's the case for the gals over on that side,,, I just think I would want to be gentle w them shxkdjsdhbd with the exception for Lynette who probably deserves to have her hair pulled, but again I fear she would Hurt Me,,, but maybe in a fun way,,,
Anyway No One Look At Me....
(,, also,,, Ramona is so far over bc I think she would enjoy it,, otherwise she'd be closer to Kim in that section. Same thing w Roxie)
If anyone actually looks at this version, I'm not opposed to doing a version like this for Kim btw! Just ask for it so I feel like I'm not just Dropping This and scurrying away
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I think you'd love to listen to Victor Jara
Chile was one of the many countries touched by Kissinger's ghoulish hands. I just wanna take this moment as an excuse to encourage anyone, everyone, to listen to Victor Jara.
He was Chilean, he was an explicitly communist musician and poet, and he was killed by Pinochet's dictatorship for it; still, the brutal details of his execution are nothing next to how enduring his life's work still is, to the overflowing tenderness with which he sings about the lives of Chile's impoverished working class, their struggles, their love, their dreams.
Manifesto is one of his most well-known songs, being a very explicit and gorgeous explanation of how he views his work, and desperately moving in the context of it being one of the last things he ever sung before he was killed. It goes hand in hand with songs like Plegaria a un Labrador, (Prayer to a Laborer) where he incites worker solidarity and revolt in explicit terms, and, of course, El Derecho de Vivir en Paz, an anthem against the Vietnam war which became an rallying cry for intersectional struggle for the right to live in peace.
Cuando Voy al Trabajo (When I go to Work) is one of my favorites. Looking through the foggy bus window on your way to work alongside everyone else in the same boat as you, not knowing them, loving them. The harshness of the daily life of a worker intertwined with the tenderest yearning, for his beloved, and for something better. "Laboring the beginning of a story, without knowing the end."
Te Recuerdo Amanda (I Remember You, Amanda) shares this theme, and is also deeply moving. In his words, "it tells of a love between two impoverished workers… the same ones that you see on the streets sometimes without noticing what exists inside a soul. It's of two workers from any factory, in any city, in any place in our continent"
Luchin I can't listen to without bawling. It's just the softest vignette of a little kid in the rural south of Chile, making his own fun in that way kids like him do, always have. This live recording doesn't have the best subtitles, but it includes a small spoken intro, that just tears my heart apart. "If there are kids much like Luchin, eating worms and eating dirt, let's throw open every cage, for all of them to fly like birds."
And I could just... go on, and on, and on. Just. Listen to this little piece of my home, that is so very good. Help prove to his murderers that, at least for the span of a song, they failed.
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