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hrgves · 10 months
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I love that it's canon that they both got out alive and became roommates. Ain't that funny.
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frogchiro · 2 years
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b-been thinking about this...imagine offering morax a massage, after all he's always so tense and pent up from ruling a whole country and all of that makes his easily irritable and agressive which isn't really a good thing to be when you're a ruler and a husband, especially now that your precious eggs are resting in a nest right next to your bed; of course you know that zhongli would never even think of harming his precious babies and you trust him with your whole being, but an agressive male dragon isn't a fun thing to be around for anyone, so you decided that you'll fulfill your wifely duties and help your darling dragon relax, so you offer him a massage!
morax is sceptic at first, a massage? really? he scoffs at the suggestion, a nice hard fuck from his wifey is what he needs, not a goddamn massage. but after much pleading and promises of relaxation and pleasure he finally caved, unable to resist such a beauty like yourself offering your hands to run all over his body.
and now here you are, taking off your husband's towel at his insistance, his hard leaking cock too heavy to stand up straight; the veins and faint glowing streaks on the dark flesh stand out in a delicious view, combined with a big knot at the base and huge full balls make a magnificent show of power and masculinity.
your blush doesn't escape morax, he smirks but doesn't act on it, instead he just makes his way over to the designated bed and lies down on his back, his cock proud and exposed as he becons you closer to start your massage.
zhongli lets out a appreciative rumble as your soft hands make their way down his chest, stopping briefly at his toned stomach to massage his hard muscles to ease the tension in them, befire moving lower and lower to his strong hips and forther down to his toned legs, not before giving his cock a nice long stroke, the pleasured growl you earned was music to your ears and make your thighs clench under the tiny, almost see-through robe you wore.
long story short, you ended up lightly jerking morax's dick, soft hand moving up and down the hot skin and you felt his precum spurt out every time you suckled on a particulary pleasurable spot on his full balls, the growls and roars of your husband a promise to you that the night is not even close to over, and you'll help his relax in every way possible♡
after that night, he makes very frequent requests that you help him unwind with a nice long massage♡
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softiedingo · 1 year
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i'm weak in the knees for this man.
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mysteriesmuse · 1 year
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The Quirky Little Lady Next Door
I’m absolutely OBESSED with the idea of Bakugou having a quirky little neighbor. So here’s an absolutely random and spontaneous mess of headcannons
Bakugou himself always insists on living at the top floor. GREAT VIEW, GETS HIS STEPS IN, AND NO NEIGHBORS STOMPING ON HIS CEILING. 👏 rip to everyone who lives below him tho seriously
you’re the only other person around his age on the floor and you’re the most normal of the bunch. Seriously y’all deserve a reality TV Show up here on the 19th floor.
Y’all’s most notable floor mates being a retired grandmother, a newly wed couple, your staple office worker hippy man, an ex-boxer, a librarian, an eccentric recluse of a professor who teachers online. Along with serveral young families with children who love to run around the halls.
Bakugou gets used to it and truly love/hates it up here. 🖤
although he finds himself running into you much more than he’d like at first. you turn out to run on much the same internal clock as he does. Early bird.
you move into the empty apartment next door to him. and therefore you share the apartment balcony with him.
Bakugou never used to go out there
but now you’re out every morning cradling a cup of steaming tea, every weekend you take to the plants in their pots and you always pad over to his sliding door and knock, and shout, and pout about him picking your herbs or tomatoes . . . Katsuki used to just shrug and feign innocence until he started to enjoy seeing your squished up angry face outside his door. Now he gives you a devishly handsome grin before nodding and letting you in to share the delicious meal he’s made with herbs fresh from your garden.
Now Katsuki leaves his balcony door unlocked so you can feel free to let yourself in. Whether that be to share dinner he’s made, to drop off half a freshly baked loaf or bread or plate of extra sweets, or even when you come in screaming and spluttering in your bath robe about some vermin in your bathroom. (The later happens a lot. Both of you two still can’t figure out how these critters get up to the 19th floor like this)
loves to come home in the evenings from patrol and see you out there with your little blue light glasses doing work or occasionally taking an animated phone call to a friend. PS Katsuki has since dragged a foldable beach hair out there to bask in your presence
Bakugou has also learned how active you are. He quickly caught on to your early morning jogs at the local park near the building. Now Katsuki makes the effort to “walk out” the door the same time as you do. you always greet him with a surprised chirp when he starts walking out the building with you clad in his blank tank and cargo pants getting ready for his early morning shift at work. 🌤️🌷
Katsuki hates forgetting things, but loves when he runs out to get something he forgot at the grocery store only to see you chatting with the giggling kids in the hallway.
he wonders if you’d like kids?? U seem so good with them; the little ones that totter around chasing after the older siblings? Got him clutching his peck the way you squat down and offer a hand to help them back up into the game of chase or whatever the heck the whirlwind-of-shrieking-kids-in-the-hallway-game is?? U even do well with the teens. Even the bristling goth teen seems to make eye contact under their thick bangs and gives u a shaky lopsided grin. (he knows you’re good when you start giving them advice about how to prepare for college)
And damn it when the parents of the floor ask everyone who’s participating in Halloween so they know who’s doors to knock on for trick-or-treating he can’t help it. not when you beam and tell him that he wouldn’t even have to get a costume bc he’s already a real-life hero.
So mans probs shouts yes.
and Katsuki would normally hate being bothered to fix sinks or move furniture but he’s absolutely bitting back a grin whenever you nervously send him a text message asking for help
Bakugou almost always responds as fast as he’s able to and always show up in some tight fitting shirt to show off his muscles . . . as if he needed to impress you 💪🙄
and when he steps foot into your place it’s even more you than he thought from the goofy little paw print floor mat on the outside of your place.
it’s big and bright and bold and oh so color coordinating. there’s colorful throw pillows, and a cozy little bookshelf. And you’ve got dozens of trailing plants hung up on your curtain rods. And a sleek but childish Lego coffee table. And a step-stool in your kitchen, which you always use to fetch the instructions for the sink.
And everything is shining from the light hitting the disco ball in the center of your living room. It casts such an alluring light into your beautiful eyes everytime he steps foot into your place 🪩💖
it’s all so much more than his apartment. maybe you’d like decorating a larger space, an actual home? He’d buy you one in a heartbeat let you choose how to style the whole thing.
heck he even loves your bathroom. It looks so much more luxurious than his with the plush bath mats, even tho they’re identical twins of each other. trust me, Bakugou know bc he always hears you talking to the shampoo bottles in your bath abt your day when he walks in to take he shower after patrol . . .
but Kats is also a gentlemen despite his brash exterior and he’ll always dunk his head under the spray so fast that’s he just catches your mumbling tones
also loves the excited bounce you do when you come home to find a package at the door
or the first Wednesday of the month. Smt abt your show bc you always refuse the dinner offer at his place. . . luckily he’ll just show up with an extra at your balcony door. And it’s one evening when he rasps on your door that you drag him into the house by the hand and violently shush him as you shove him into place next to you on your couch.
or his favorite is when you got the pro being like :o when you absent mindedly snuggle yourself up next to his beefy arm after a news report with particularly big villain and tall glass of wine later it’s not like you missed him or were worried. nah nothing like that for sure . . . 🫶
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Thirteen dateable when?
She brings out the gay in me.
Just let me flirt with the pretty reaper girl. 🥹💕
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Yas bitch, slay! 👑💅
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marleysfinest · 1 year
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I know what you’re wondering - what gets reiner going?
reiner is not the type of person to join in with any smut chat with the guys. he gets nothing from sharing his preferences or fantasies with anyone. well, except you. from the outside he’s as stoic and confident as you can get, but inside, he’s so incredibly passionate.
after spending the time to get to know each other - really know one another - he finally feels comfortable enough to welcome you in to that part of him. until then, he’s been softly yearning but keeping his distance out of respect for you, and for himself. he knows that he needs that connection. that passion. he wants to know this is more than just a fling.
he’s driven insane by how you look up at him like that, all puppy-dog eyed and batting your lashes. he doesn’t necessarily like it, but it stirs something in him knowing that he has you right in the palm of his hand.
he adores feeling your breath against his neck when you’re getting hot and heavy. he loves to nuzzle right into your neck, too, but having you reciprocate helps him feel like there’s some balance; that you’re there to show your devotion, too, rather than it just being about him showing how he loves you, how he needs you.
he gets so incredibly dizzy when you run your fingers through his hair. it pulls the breath right from him, eliciting accidental whimpers of bliss. go ahead and give it a firm pull and see what happens.
it’s confusing, and strange, and maybe worth a discussion with a therapist, but right in the thick of it, in between the sheets and throes of passion, nothing gives him a kick quite like hearing you call him daddy. do it anywhere else at any other time and he practically winces at the word alone, but when he knows you are his, and he is yours, when all his instincts have switched back to an almost primal setting, a shy yes daddy from your pretty lips will almost always send him right over the edge.
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This man is so neurodivergent and I love him
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planesgobrrrrrrrrr · 2 years
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Come Back Down (B.r.B)
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Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!medic!reader (medic! breifly mentioned) 
summary: reader just needs one thing after finding out rooster will be flying the mission. 
warnings: mildly suggestive bits?, angst, crying (not just my tears, theirs too) fluff fluff fluff
Part 1 
Part 2 
Part 3 (comin soon)
You knew something was wrong the second you'd gotten in his truck, just like everyday he would swing by the med bay, greeting your coworkers with crooked smiles and  “Evenin’ ma'am” as he made his way over to you. 
But today was different, his posture wasn't as straight, tight-lipped smile rather than crooked, the fingers laced between yours was more grasping than holding. 
It made your stomach twist, you knew
“Bradley” you said quietly, into the static air of the truck cab 
He kept his eyes glued on the road, hand still trapping yours with a grip nearly as tight as the white knuckles that wrapped around the steering wheel. 
“Roo” you said more firmly, twisting in your seat to face him. 
“Roo, look at me”
He faltered, eyes flicking to meet yours before going back to the road. 
“What happen-”
“I got picked” 
The air got sucked from the cab, Bradley's jaw clenched so hard it's like it had been welded shut. 
Your throat tightened, breath stuttering in your chest 
“Okay…” you breathed out, pulling his hand impossibly closer as a few hot tears stained your cheeks. 
“Honey, im sorry” he croaks, tears straining his throat “im so so sorry” he shuddered, throwing the truck in park in your driveway. 
He released your hand, and for a second of blinding sadness you thought he was marching inside to wallow away alone, but then the passenger door was opening and he was there. 
“C’mere” 
Rooster is gentle but hasty as he reaches to unhook your seatbelt, pulling you to the edge of your seat and gathering you into his arms
“Sweetheart, I'm sorry”  You can feel the shudder of his shoulders when you drape your arms around them. He's slotted between your legs, one strong arm loops around your back while the other cradles your head with such gentle touch that you could be a piece of glass. 
You press into him, face in his shoulder as his undershirt became wet with your tears 
“Ive got you honey” he whispers in your ear, tucking and smoothing down your hair. He pulls back, gently holding your chin and pressing his lips to yours.
 “Lets go inside, yeah?” 
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Now situated in the center of your large bed, roosters too big shirt replacing the clothes that had been long forgotten and hastily strewn across the room. 
You watched as rooster moved anxiously around the room, never would you imagine a grown man, your rooster, stress cleaning.
“Roo” you called gently, his trance broken by your voice, he looked at you and all the thoughts that had been tensely pulling his features, softened.
 “Hold me?”  a fresh set of tears glazed over both of your eyes
He crosses the room in an instant and drops onto the bed, hoisting you over to curl up between his legs “I'm here, you’ve got me” he whispers firmly, sliding a rough hand under the hem of his shirt to run soothingly over your spine. 
You sniffle and drop you head to his shoulder “when do you leave” 
“That's not important honey” 
“Bradley, I can't know anything else, I just want to be awake to say goodbye, please” 
“Before sunrise honey, ships out at 9, and ill wake you up.” he says, squeezing you tighter 
“Promise?” you feel so small, as if a promise could do anything to prevent the potential of what could unfold tomorrow. 
“Always” 
You settle against him, and sit in silence as a nagging question rises in your throat 
“Can you promise to come back to me?” you whisper
“I wish I could baby, I really do” 
Tears begin burning your cheeks again and you nod in acceptance
You push off of him and move to sit criss cross between his legs, reaching forward to cup his face in your hands. “I love you” you hum, thumbs brushing gently against his wet eyelashes. 
His hands drop to your hips, slowly kneading them “I love you more”
You laugh lightly and shake your head “Bradley Bradshaw, that is not possible” 
“Oh it definitely is.” he settles, you beam as he traps you in his arms, peppering kisses from your face down to your shoulder that his too-big shirt had slipped off of.
This is your rooster, pulling smiles and giggles; that wouldn't seem out of place in a coming of age movie, from you in the most somber of moments.
It was sobering, the silence that weighed on every limb of your body yet you savored every moment. The feeling of his chest rising and falling against yours, his nose pressed into your pulsepoint and the light scratch of his mustache just below it. 
Your arms were wound around his shoulders, in the lowlight of your bedroom a glint caught your eye, the silver band on your thumb. 
Your father had given it to you, you think it was his at some point but you never questioned it. 
Nerves fluttered in your stomach as you slipped it from your finger and drew back just enough to look rooster in the eye. 
“Bradley” 
He stared lovingly right back at you, noses brushing. 
“Yes honey?”
“Can you promise me one thing?”
“Honey you know-”
“Please” 
His eyes sparkled as he nodded, holding you tighter. 
“Marry me.”
Tears were already shining in your eyes as you went on, smiling as he stared at you completely dumbfounded 
“I don't want a piece of paper or big fancy church to prove how fucking much I love you”
He smiled and opened his mouth to speak, you shushed him with a quick peck before continuing “but I want you to go up in the air tomorrow and come back down my husband.” you sniffed and he brushed away your tears, and his own, urging you to continue. 
“So…, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, will you marry me?” 
 you laughed, and it sounded a bit more like a sob as he nodded, looking down between you to see a silver band already grasped between your fingers. 
“God I love you so much” he rasped 
 Both of you steadied your shaking hands just long enough to slip the ring on before Bradley was locking your lips together, he mumbled something against your skin that sounded a bit like  “Mrs bradshaw” and you knew that you had made the right decision. 
It struck midnight and your clothes had been forgotten once more, you were drifting in and out of sleep, Bradley your husband's heartbeat under your ear was the perfect lullaby. 
With the thick comforter now wrapped around both of you, rooster planted a kiss to your head before finding his way down to your lips 
“I love you, get some sleep honey” 
“I love you more” you mumble, already slipping away once more. 
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In the stillness of the morning, Bradley was ready to hang up his wings right then and there if it meant not having to wake you to say goodbye, of all things.
You began stirring when he flipped on the lamp and his heart broke even more as tears filled your hooded eyes. 
“I know honey” he lifted you into his arms, the navy could wait 5 goddamn minutes while he held his wife. You pressed kisses against his neck, taking every ounce of will to loosen your grip on him as he set you down on the mattress once more. 
“Come back down to me roo” you breathed out quietly, forehead pressed to his.
The warm metal of his ring against your cheek made everything feel right, even if you should have felt the complete opposite as he kissed you goodbye and slipped out the front door.
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okay so maybe im already writing the wedding, thats not the point.
i loves comments and thoughts from yall, hope you liked it! -izzy <3
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Your honour I love them 💚🥰😩🔥📸
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flowersforjude · 1 year
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He's so pretty it hurts. Baby I'm yours. ♡
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pudsstuff · 11 months
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Sidon this, Urbosa that... WHAT ABOUT MY DARLING PENN!? MY LITTLE MAILBIRD DARLING?
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larkr · 9 months
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karlach romance spoilers under the cut
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karlach is so cute i love her so much
the “i… love you.” “I LOVE YOU TOO!” thing is perfect. zero hesitation on her part. loud enough that there’s no way the entire camp didn’t hear.
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astridthevalkyrie · 10 months
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i want to cuddle with keigo i want to be all warm in his arms with his wings around me and his soft breath on my neck and i want him to hoarsely whisper g’night baby is that so much to ask
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i’m a fucking slut for @oneforthemunny (and cowboy!eddie) so here’s another summer writing challenge
🃏prompt: cowboy!eddie x reader
fluff, cussing, she sits on his lap
“ed’s.” i smile as i finish packing the cooler. “yeah?” he asks. “ready?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “here. i got it.” he picks it up. “what did you put in this, fucking heavy.” he asks with a smile.
we head outside and he hands me the blanket. i carry it as he leads me to where he wants to take me. “wanna tell me what’s on the menu?” he asks. “no.” i smile. “okay.” he responds.
i softly reach for his hand, he takes my hand in his rough one.
we eventually get there, to a small creek at the edge of his property. was it a walk, yes. was it worth it, absolutely.
“this is a good spot.” he stops. i look around the field with patches of wildflowers in different areas. i set the blanket down and he sets the basket down.
he sits down and pulls me into his laugh. “eddie.” i smile. “hm? wanna show me what you packed?” he asks. i unzip the cooler and pull out the items. homemade lemonades in mason jars, small sandwiches, cut up cantaloupe and black berries, carrots, and cookies.
“you went all out, huh?” he snakes his arm around my waist. “mhm.” i nod. “only the best for the best.” i smile. i move off his lap to eat.
i smile as he’s looking around at the field. “what’s so interesting?” i smile. “nothing ‘ust pretty. not as pretty as you.” he smiles. “ed’s.” i blush. “not wrong.” he shrugs.
i start to eat one of the sandwiches and he drinks some lemonade. a few minutes later he doesn’t eat and i notice. “here.” i pull out the sandwich i packed for him, his favorite, a classic ham and cheese with a slice of lettuce between it.
he says it’s his favorite because of it was his mom’s favorite.
“i was getting there.” he smiles. “sure.” i smile back as he starts to eat. i open the container with fruit and the other one with carrots. “gonna make me fat, doll. bout to break frodo’s back.” he smiles. “i just wanted to be prepared.” i shrug.
he smiles and starts to eat some fruit. i smile as i finish up my sandwich and move onto eating the fruit also.
eventually most of the fruit and some carrots are ate, all of the sandwiches are gone, and most of the lemonade is drank. he ate some cookies while i only had one.
so here i am, braiding a flower crown while he’s in the creek. i smile at him, jeans rolled up to just below his knees, as he’s trying to find frogs or crawdads.
i finish up the crown i made for him and just watch him try to catch little critters in the water. a few moments later he comes back with his hands behind his back.
“ed’s.” i smile. “close your eyes.” he’s basically bouncing like a child. “fine.” i sigh and shut them. “hands in front.” he says. i do and i feel him place something wet and slimy in my hands.
i open my eyes to see a frog in my hands. “oh my god.” i jump in surprise. the frog jumps away and eddie goes and picks it up.
he walks back over and sets it back in the water. he quickly rushes back to me. “hi.” he grins. “hi.” i smile back. “no more frogs?” i ask. “nope.” he grins. “promise?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “okay.” i smile as he sits down beside me.
“i love you.” he smiles. “i love you.” i softly kiss him back. he smiles against me and i tangle my hands in his hair.
“oh!” i smile. “hm?” he asks. i reach over and put the flower crown on top of him. “what’s this?” he smiles. “i made it.” i grin. “thank you.” he leans down and pecks my lips.
i smile when he pulls away. “i wish i could bottle moments like this.” i confess. “me too, pretty baby, me too.” he coos.
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jeremysknoxes · 1 year
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rereading soc rn and every time wylan appears i have a mini meltdown
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