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Let's petition to have the next Yugioh protagonist be this maiden as we follow her journey to the dark side that ends with her destroying the toxic society she was raised in with her two wives by her side. Please I need this QwQ
who keeps giving her these things
JIM IS COMING BACK
Yaaassss! Let's fuckin gooooooooooo!
Let’s Dance
Part 11/12
Part 10
Hell yeeeeeeeeeeee
How cool my god!!!!/ Me encanta Hazbin Hotel
I think we can all figure out what Addon I am currently working on 👀🫣
Hiii I saw your post about Gromsko and I was wondering if you would want to write for him🤍 is it possible you could do a fluff fic about him. Like maybe some cuddles with him. No rush at all and if you don’t want to write it that’s totally okay💕 have a wonder day or night 🌙
Hello!! First of, I’m so sorry this took so long! And second of, thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this! I made this a GN reader because you didn’t specify, so I hope that’s alright!
Welcome Home
Synopsis: He was always exhausted when he returned home, but feeling her warm embrace him around him made him want to stay up just a little longer.
Pairing: Gromsko x GN!Civilian!Reader - second-person pronouns used
Warnings: None, just fluff
Word Count: 948
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Had to make my own gif for this… that’s how underrated he is 😔🤚
He was tired, exhausted even. After weeks away on deployment, he wanted nothing more than to cocoon himself in his own bed – to feel the warmth of his soft duvet, to be enveloped by the floral scent of the laundry detergent, and to feel your soft fingertips against his skin once more. He was desperate to go back home, and when the sight of your small, shared home came into view, his heart began to race in his chest.
The air was cold, and prickled on his skin when he got out of his car. His cheeks quickly turned a bright, pink colour and his nose began to feel numb as he made his way to the front door. His hands were slightly shaky when he pushed his key into the lock and twisted it, smiling at the satisfying click of the door unlocking.
The warm air and smell of a home-cooked meal greeted him the moment he stepped foot inside his home, and he barely had time to put down his bag, let alone take off his shoes, before your excited figure rushed towards him. He welcomed you with open arms, eager to feel your warmth pressed against his as he nudged his nose against the side of your face. He shamelessly inhaled your scent, his shoulders relaxing and arms tightening around your form as he pressed a loving kiss against your cheek.
God, he missed you.
Pulling away just enough to look at your face, he couldn’t help but grin once his eyes locked with yours. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.
You nodded, eyes searching his face; he had a yellow bruise on his temple, and a faint cut above his lip. Even though there were many times when he returned looking worse than he did then, you couldn’t help but frown at the sight. “Are you?” you turned the question around.
He breathed out a chuckle, “I’m fine,” he assured, pressing a quick kiss against your lips.
“Would you like to go take a bath, the-”
“Are you trying to say I stink?” his tone was light-hearted, and a toothy grin appeared on his face.
“Honestly?” you couldn’t help but laugh, “A little, yeah.”
He feigned offence at your words, “Wow,” he shook his head at you, “Can’t believe you’d say that to me.”
You sent him a look, rolling your eyes at his dramatics before speaking, “I was going to say the food isn’t done yet, so you might as well use this time to have a bath.” You placed your palms against his cheeks, and he practically melted into your touch, “And then you can go sleep... you look exhausted.”
“Okay,” he wasn’t going to argue, only pressing another kiss to your lips before disappearing in the bathroom.
The moment his sore muscles submerged under the hot water, he let out a sigh of relief. The warmth felt delicious against his body, and he could feel the knots in his neck begin to relax, the tension slowly leaving his tired and beat up body. He let his eyelids fall closed, and his lips parted slightly at the comfortableness he felt for the first time in what felt like months.
The second he felt himself slipping, he shook himself back awake. If he was alone, he would have let himself fall asleep, but as relaxing as the hot water was, he would rather be with you. Pushing himself up, he moved to clean his body, slightly wincing whenever he pulled on his strained muscles.
When he made it to the kitchen, you were already waiting for him, a smile ever-present on your soft lips. He couldn’t help but mirror your expression as he happily sat down at the table. He only realised how truly starved he was when the food was placed in front of him, and he scarfed it down like an animal that hadn’t eaten in a month.
You were happy to see him enjoy the food you made, but the way he inhaled it made you afraid the man was going to choke and die right in front of you. Pressing your hand against his shoulder, you urged him to slow down, “No-one’s going to take it from you,” you told him with a laugh.
He snorted at your words, but in the end, he listened.
It wasn’t long after he ate the food that he made his way to your shared bedroom, the exhaustion quickly catching up with him. Even when he tried to act as if he wasn’t tired – eager to spend more time with you – the purple circles under his eyes betrayed him.
You followed him to the bedroom, and happily joined him under the covers when he asked, nay begged you to. It would be a lie to say you didn’t miss the way he held onto your form, pulling you impossibly close as if he needed to feel you beside him – needing to feel you to know that you were there, and that you were not leaving.
You were laid on your back, and once your fingers drowned in his brown hair, he hid his face in your warm neck. His arm was securely wrapped around your torso, thumb drawing invisible circles on your skin after he pushed your shirt up just a little bit.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.
You hummed happily, tilting your head to press a soft kiss against his forehead when you responded, “I love you, too.”
He always slept best when he was next to you, your scent comforting him even in the state of unconsciousness.
Here we go again...
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