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bare knuckle, and barely professional. | e!kirishima smau

in which kirishima is a stubborn, charismatic boxer with a reckless need for injury, and you are his stubborn, strict manager.

authors note: boxer!kirishima x fem!reader, requests are open! masterlist link here. lwk wanna write a drabble on this.. should i??

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Mullet Stan my beloved~

I’m bout to go down under yall

just!!!!!want!!!!!!to!!!!sit!!!!on!!!!his!!!!!lap!!!!!!

Viktor you are so relatable omg!!! I, too, would choose the older, flirtier version of a guy I like 🤭

Jayvik sketch dumppp 💖

Based on a roleplay I’ve been doing with @its_me_vivix 💖

//S2 Jayce shows up in Viktor’s apartment of another reality a night prior to the Hexgates Opening ceremony, hijinks ensue👁️

Bonus:

farmer!jon snow

He wakes up before the sun, prepares your tea just the way you like it and gets ready for a day of working on the fields and tending to the farm animals. As afternoon rolls around, you prepare lemonade for your hardworking man, walking towards the field with a cold glass of lemonade you stop in your tracks, there he was standing in all his shirtless glory, you watched as sweat rolled down his body and how his skin glistened under the sweltering sun. He gives you a appreciative kiss on your forehead as he takes the glass from you. It was evening now, the familiar pitter patter of ghost’s paws signalled jons arrival, walking to the door to greet him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders you take a big sniff, he smells like soil and his natural scent, it’s intoxicating. You give him a big wet smooch on his lips and tell him to fresh up for dinner.

I feel like Isaac would try not to cry while having sex. And fail.

hear me out.

traumatized man getting the attention and love he so readily craves, yet also touch repulsed because good god what if they become a necromorph. That’ll be awkward and terrifying. Imagine going pound town on someone and they turn into an alien zombie. Dead on the spot-

while Isaac is overthinking, his bed partner calls him so gently he swears he might be seeing Nicole for a second there. He had stopped mid thrust. And he shares eye contact with the softest gaze, with a gaze full of love that has him tearing up, because fuck he just wants to be okay, he just wants to be happy.

and he is okay in the arms of someone that knows he’s broken yet still lingers and wants him.

he cries. He whimpers and howls, just letting everything out. All the pain, all the blood he had to see and the people he’s lost.

but here? Here he’s heard. He’s seen. He’s understood.

He’s loved.

the next time he finds himself in a bed with that same loving person he can’t help the embarrassment from his outburst, yet that is forgotten in the soft pleasure of lazy sex and easy comfort.