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izloveshorses · 8 months ago
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 11 months ago
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giggling to myself rn
Headcanon that Commodus used ai to get an accurate picture of Apollo to throw knives at but for obvious reasons was never satisfied with the results.
Also he would have criticized even the slightest imperfection anyway.
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gil-shalossssss · 2 years ago
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Izuku: Kacchan, what's your password?
Bakugo: Fuckingnerd.
Izuku: Please Kacchan just tell me the password.
Bakugo: That is the password.
Izuku:
Izuku: That's your password?
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trapped-inside-the-vortex · 7 months ago
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Headcannon Time #2
Ianto’s Welsh accent was quite strong growing up. When he moved to London, he wanted a fresh start so he tried to mimic the accent until it became pretty much natural. After Canary Wharf, when Ianto moved back to Wales, he noticed his accent coming back. It slowly got stronger and stronger until the day he died.
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nexus-centered-au · 6 months ago
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Hello, Vi. :)
I’ll make this quick. Come to the location I’m sending you right now or I kill Horatia. You know I can.
-🩸
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uncharted-constellations · 4 months ago
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Them, your honor
Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest
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fandomfloozy · 5 months ago
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Oh, I'm pretty boy?
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pairing: katsuki bakugo x sick!reader
c/w: fluff, early relationship, petnames (katsuki calls reader babe, reader evidently calls katsuki pretty lol), sprinkles of hispanic!reader/spanish-speaking!reader, gn!reader
wc: 1.3k
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You've been sick the last few days.
You're on the tail-end of recovery now, thank god, but for most of the week you've been bed-ridden, and snotty, and sweaty, and hot, and cold. It's been miserable, if you're being honest. With the light at the end of the tunnel in view, you're glad the worst of it is over.
There has been one upside to being sickly, though--one aspect that makes you wish you could be sick just one more day: Ever since you fell ill, since the moment he'd heard you were taking leave off work to rest at home for a bit, you've been under the thorough care of your very own, self-appointed nurse, Katsuki.
There's this saying: "You'll never truly know someone well enough until you've seen them struggle financially, grieve a lost loved one, or witness them while they're sick."
Your relationship is new. Not early days, but still far too soon for him to be seeing you sick, for your liking.
But when he showed up at your door a couple days ago--masked up, worry-eyed, and holding all the essentials for treating a typical head cold--how could you refuse him?
And to be fair, he's been a rock. He's changed your compresses (water bowl kept at optimal temperature), given you medicine in intervals (timed and administered to the MINUTE), and even cooked you palatable meals (anything you could keep down, but namely the caldo recipe he got from your mom when he asked her what you ate when you're sick). He did everything short of rubbing Vick's vapo rub on you (not for lack of trying), all while keeping a level head and brushing aside your concerns over feeling like you're burdening him.
"You're my partner," he'd say matter-of-factly. "This is my job, ain't it?"
A rhetorical question. He said it as if it was an irrefutable truth, as if he hadn't even considered an alternative, as if the very thought of leaving you to fend off this cold by yourself was an affront to your relationship, scowl on his face and all.
His bedside manner needed work, but when he said those words to you... let's just say the flush rising up your face probably had nothing to do with the cold.
So, yeah. While you're happy to be feeling better, you can't help being a little disappointed that the doting will soon come to an end.
Which is why you now sit with your head resting in your hands, elbows on the kitchen bar, making the most of admiring a now unmasked Katsuki as he cooks your dinner on what will be the last of your "sick days."
You're unashamed in your ogling. You feel bold. It might be the relaxed atmosphere. It might be the way Katsuki let you wear his hoodie tonight... It might just be the cold medicine. You feel dozy, comfy, and so dopily content as you watch your boyfriend chop vegetables.
He does it with ease--so practiced that it's like he's on autopilot. His defenses are down, completely in his element.
"'Ya sure you want all this cooked in with your rice?" Now that you're feeling better, he's less inclined to hold his tongue about his thoughts on your childhood dishes.
You yawn and nod. "Mhm, it's the way my mami always makes it."
"Just sayin', I could make ya rice without all this extra stuff."
"It's a good thing you're not making rice, Katsuki." You pout dramatically for emphasis. "You're making sopita."
"Sopita," he repeats, shaking his head with a sideways grin. "Alright, babe. I've got you covered. Sopita coming right up."
You switch to resting your cheek in one hand, continuing to observe your boyfriend as he works. He looks so serene this way. With his smug little half smile, even his expression screams "relaxed"--very unlike his usual frown and furrowed brow.
You're not used to seeing him like this. Sure, you've seen him in a good mood, upbeat, excited, even downright elated, like on the day you agreed to go out with him.
Katsuki has always been an... expressive person, even when it doesn't grant him the most flattering of expressions.
Right now, though, while he's contented and caring for you in the comfort of your own home, his features are on display in such a way that you wonder if the cough syrup really is getting to you.
He looks almost...
Pretty...
"You're starin'."
You know you are. "Sorry," you laugh. "I was just thinking how it's a shame you have such a cara de fuchi most of the time, Kats. You're so pretty."
His head snaps toward you. "Fucking WHAT." The furrow is back in his brow. If you were paying proper attention, you'd notice the flush rising up his neck and the back of his ears, but your eyelids are feeling a bit heavy at this point.
You wave your free hand dismissively. "You know, cara de fuchi," you explain. You're sure you've used this phrase in front of him before. "Like you're a sour puss, you pull faces--"
"I'm not fucking pretty," he interrupts.
You open your eyes slightly to squint at him. "Pfft," you laugh. "Has no one ever told you that?"
"Hell, no." He turns back to the task at hand. Grumbling under his breath.
With his signature grimace making its return, the allure is gone; but now that you've seen it, you can't unsee it. He's beautiful. His eyes are a nice shape, and the crimson color of his irises is striking against his light complexion. The way his hair falls just above is strong browbone makes you want to push it back and rub at the scrunch between his brows. And you know he has soft lips, but on top of that, they're such a nice shade of pink. His jawline. His cheekbones. His chin.
It's a fundamental truth. Katsuki Bakugo is pretty.
You fold your arms on the island and press your cheek into the crook of your elbow. "I'm sure people would tell you more often if all the pretty wasn't covered up by your perpetual stank face."
Cue said stank face. He bumbles over his words in frustration for a second. "You're sick and loopy, stop bein' weird."
You giggle. "And you have a nice face when you're not acting chronically disgusted by the world."
He looks at you properly and you smile to yourself in pure delight and fondness.
"You're pretty when you're happy, Katsuki."
He deliberates over it for a moment, stank face semi relaxing. He's about to say something else when you cut into the silence with another yawn.
His gaze softens into an amused smirk as he reaches for your cheek and pinches softly. "Alright, alright. Don't fall asleep on me just yet, you gotta eat properly before goin' to bed."
You swat his hand away and rise to attention while rubbing your eyes. "Okay, okay. I'm up."
He smiles and goes back to cooking your half-prepared meal. "Ponte las pilas, or whatever the hell your mom says when you start lazin' around."
You huff at that. "I regret teaching you Spanish, you always pick up the worst phrases."
Katsuki barks out a laugh and you can't help the snort that follows as you giggle right along with him.
You two settle into the monotony of the last evening of your first of many sick days together. You're sure your boyfriend has had more than enough of witnessing you sick to satisfy stipulations. Suffice to say that he felt he knew you and your "sleepy freak tendencies" a bit better now.
There's definitely an addendum you'd make to that old saying, though: You'll never know how pretty someone is until you've seen them care for you while you're sick.
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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago
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18+ only. Smut.
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“Please, Eddie! please! I want to cum so bad, please…I can’t I can’t” you cried.
It has been so long, days really, where you just couldn’t do it. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Something just wasn’t clicking.
Eddie’d been working at your clit for an hour at least. Mostly with his mouth but he would switch to his hands. Your could feel it build and build but nothing.
“You can baby, you’re too in your head.”
“No I can’t!” You sobbed.
“Shhhh it’s ok baby, I’m going to try with my cock see if that helps”
“Okay.” You sniffled. All you wanted was to be normal again. It’s not like you can’t cum, just life hasn’t been so kind to you recently. To say you’re stressed would to put it mildly.
He feels like he is failing you. He has been trying so hard to please you to, to make you claim him as yours. To be washed over with the same pleasure that you give him.
Eddie sighs a breath of relief as his solid cock slides inside of your tight wet cunt. He watches as he pulls out is glistening from your juices, before you swallow him back in.
A breathy moan leaves your throat. You feel like you’re on fire, the way Eddie stretches you out never fails to make your burn for him. He fills up every inch of your being.
“Come’on baby, you can do this. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl.” He praised knowing it should help. He would rather die than not have your cum tonight. He will stay up all night if he has to.
“Honey please.” You’re almost sobbing from how badly you want it. How badly you need it.
“I got you, yes that’s it, squeezing me so fucking good” his hips snapped into you relentlessly, just like he knows you like it.
“More, please” he could hardly hear your voice cracking. Emotions took over, your head filled with nothing but desire and want.
Eddie grips the backs of your thighs and pushes you deeper into the bed. Your knees basically beside your ears as he folds you in half, his cock only slipping into you deeper as he does so.
“Stay there” he commands as his one hand slips from your leg to work at your swollen clit.
“Yes yes yes” you pleaded as his cock brushed the walls of your cunt and his rough but delicate fingers teased your bundle of nerves.
You could feel it building again. You were begging your body to give in this time. Your core tightened as the coil just kept getting stronger.
“You can do this baby, I got you. Let go for me” Eddie kissed on you. He adored you and loved you and finally you felt like you were about to snap. A bolt of lightning traveled through you as your orgasm took over. A cry of relief leaves your lips but Eddie seals the sound with a kiss as Eddie ruts into you. His own orgasm washing over as his cum fills you.
As Eddie’s speed spills out of you so do tears.
“Shhh baby it’s ok”
“Thank you” you can help but sob, tears of pleasure, pain and relief all rolled into an orgasmic ball.
“I’m so proud of you.” Eddie stokes your hair lovingly as he wraps his body around you protectively. His love, his life, he would do anything for you.
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somegrumpynerd · 29 days ago
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Does anyone else hc that Nightmare can like, absorb his tentacles back into his body sometimes? Like the way Stitch does with his extra arms?
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draco-glacialis · 2 months ago
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AU - The Coven survive the Witches Road (all live including Sharon)
Warning for child abuse (Evanora Harkness)
Whatever you do don’t think about Evanora Harkness refusing to feed Agatha. Evanora starving Agatha as punishment. Agatha growing up always hungry as a result. Agatha never learning how often your meant to eat or how much. Agatha leaving Salem and still not being able to learn these things because no where/one accepts her. Agatha ensuring Nicky never starves. Agatha ensuring Nicky never goes hungry even if it means she doesn’t eat. Agatha ensuring Nicky never feels how she felt, still feels. Agatha after Nicky’s death going days with eating or sleeping. Wanda’s Hex not including self care. The citizens of Westview having to check in on “Agnes” to ensure she hasn’t injured herself and has eaten at least one decent meal. Mrs Hart Sharon being the primary person to look after “Agnes”. The Coven learning that while Agatha is an amazing cook; she goes days without eating or sleeping because of Evanora (and other trauma). The Coven having to help Agatha learn healthy eating and sleeping habits. The Coven seeing Agatha (for who she is, seeing her human side). The Coven who doesn’t leave her, abandon her, turn their backs on her.
Funny bit I guess to make up for the angst:
Rio learning humans are meant to eat a decent at least once a day. Rio watching a Snickers ad and hearing the tag line “You’re not you when you’re hungry; have a Snickers”. Rio realising how unhealthy Agatha’s eating habits are. (Yet another reason to turn her mother-in-law into a toaster for the rest of eternity). Rio deciding that part of the reason Agatha was hiding for centuries was because she was hungry. Rio cooking Agatha meals in the middle of the night. The Coven waking up in the morning to food on the kitchen side (in various states of burnt (Rio never learnt how to cook, she never needed to)). Them not being able to figure it out. Rio giving Agatha food randomly. Agatha being left very confused and without answers (Rio had to leave after for her job). The Coven having a movie night and the Snickers ad comes on. Rio questioning Agatha about if she wasn’t acting like herself because she was hungry. Agatha facepalming. The rest of the Coven losing it laughing. Rio’s having a confused puppy face with the head tilt. Agatha explaining everything for once (Jen put a truth potion in her tea/coffee as a prank).
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twasforresearch · 4 months ago
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oh mabel pines i care you so much
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pizzaqueen · 1 year ago
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Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off
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mrsoharaa · 10 months ago
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I can imagine husband! Miguel to be a bit of a tease when going grocery shopping with you. Like oh, his cute little feisty wife needs that box of frosted flakes on the top shelf? well of course he'll get it down for you, easily — just only to dick around and lean over from behind you. Long, beefy arms stretched out perfectly, grazing his fingertips along the frosted cereal within his grasp.
He'd even chuckle at the adorable pout and scowl you'd give him, adoring plush lips puffed out at him, brows knitted and arms crossed over your chest. Swearing at him that it wasn't funny to mock you, that you'd ban him from all tasty treats/desserts that you planned on making after dinner later this evening, if he kept up with his childish behavior. And of course, being such a good, loving (down bad) and generous husband, that he was (this man is utterly WHIPPED when it comes to you...and your tasty sweets!), he'd inevitably cave in and willingly comply to your every demand.
In asking for forgiveness, he'd carefully hug you from behind, nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and gently, cutely, plea for tender kisses, in which you'd gladly give him. Peppering one kiss on his cheek, one on his lips and the final kiss to his refined nose. ♡
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gil-shalossssss · 9 months ago
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nanamis-baker · 10 months ago
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You just loved leaving your marks on Satoru's soft, pale skin.
One thing about him? It's just so easy to mark him, to make people know he is taken - that he is yours.
And he loves it too when you leave your marks on him, titling his neck back to give you better access - his girl could have anything and everything she wanted, after all.
He would happily show it off, not even bothering to cover it up, because he is so proud of his girl's handiwork.
In fact, he would intentionally take off his shirt at the gym, showing off those scratches you left on his back- let the women stare at him all they wanted; he didn't care - he was taken, after all.
But it doesn't stop there, of course. For every mark you left, he leaves twice as many marks on you. And they aren't just love bites, you know. There are scratch marks on you too, along with crescent indentation of his nails on the taunt skin of your waist, as well as the bruises from his grip while you were riding him like your life depends on it.
Your body was lovely as it was, but when it is covered in his marks, you become sinfully irresistible.
Oh, you become the loveliest map with all those marks adorning your body. A map Satoru loves to explore, get lost in, and never find his way back.
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futuristicdoormats789 · 2 months ago
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come and get it
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