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i-like-his-charm · 11 days
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And yet among all that villainy, he was still able to be a family man, devoted husband, and a man removed from the trappings of stardom.
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basictutor · 1 year
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A Positive Declaration for Husbands
A Positive Declaration for Husbands: Speaking Life and Love into Your Marriage
… Speaking Life and Love into Your Marriage I am a husband, and I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I have been chosen by my wife to be her partner in life, and I will honor and cherish her always. I declare that I will be a source of joy, love, and inspiration to my wife and my family. I believe in the power of love, and I know that my wife and I are meant to be together. I declare that I…
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willgraham-manwhore · 2 months
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Will can barely tolerate Hannibal sometimes but is obsessed with him anyway
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stevebenedictcasper · 2 years
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Steve Benedict Casper works in Arlington, VA, and is a highly experienced firefighter. He began his career as a firefighter around 20 years ago and has enjoyed every minute of it. Steve Benedict Casper wants to train recruits to help them perform well in the role.
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suchawrathfullamb · 4 months
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I think it's fucking insane how Hannibal was willing to let it all go just to have Will with him. All Will had to do after saying "they know" was a simple "wait for me".
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petrichoraline · 4 months
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porjai reminding night what her situation is by rubbing her belly and forcing him to think about what he's signing up for before they even go out for their first meal.
"pregnant women usually eat a lot" as in "you'll have a lot on your plate", "will you be able to treat me?" as in "do you have what it takes to treat me right?"
mork says that she moved on so fast after they broke up and she did that after leaving her ex as well. porjai's been hurt over and over again in many ways but she always takes a deep breath and then keeps going with a smile and her head held high.
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How many times will Neil Gaiman create an immortal queer-platonic-partnership, bc idk how many more I can take
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carlyraejepsans · 1 year
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I'm laughing so hard. the sexyman rematch finalists are canon gay rep vs straightbaiting. talk of covering all your bases
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gurggggleburgle · 2 months
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on the one hand Moshang is considered a incredibly romantic and wholesome love story by demon standards is funny and I love it I also do think the idea that for an ice demon specifically Mobei-jun is a cringe sap and overly expressive and romantic to the point of being a freak to other demons is just much chucklery. I mean, this man out here looking like an emotionally constipated rock is actually on so many laxatives he's been shitting a stream of emotional pebbles for the past decade is just so silly. In general, I just think Mobei-jun is funniest when he is in fact just weird by virtually all metrics but nobody can or will say anything.
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siflshonen · 3 months
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“If Bakugo and Midoriya don’t end up together by the end I’m gonna be disappointed not because I want it but since the fanbase and show hyped them up so much,” says my husband, who only watches the anime
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the-lazyyy-artist · 3 days
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Tiresias: i see a man with your wife bro, and he has a trail of dead bodies behind him haha can u believe that?
Odysseus: WHAT??? WHO???
Tiresias: oh man bro, I'm kidding. It's you (not really you lol).
Odysseus: nah bro I'll become a monster because of that man, tnx
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hitlikehammers · 2 months
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almost out of time
rating: t ���️ cw: boys being very unserious ♥️ tags: established relationship, featuring the party as supporting cast, also featuring shootouts! (with the most negligible stakes), post S4, slice of life, softness
for @steddielovemonth day twenty: Love is saying "I love you" even when you're scared (@quinns-shadowy-arts)
early 90s rockstar husbands, baby ♥️ this is apparently what happens when you say 'oh I'll skip day 20 because I have no ideas' and then ideas come for you because you were arrogant ♥️
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“Stevie,” Eddie’s breathless, and he is, in fairness, often breathless around that name but this…
Not like this.
“Shh,” Steve bites out, hisses low through clenched teeth as he presses Eddie into the wall a little harder, chest heaving against Eddie’s; “quiet.”
“Steve,” Eddie pants, looking over his shoulder in the dim, there’s fog too, from where Eddie has no fucking clue but it cuts his line of sight to only just beyond Steve’s reach; he’s no use, and he tries to listen for the approach, for footsteps, but his heartbeat’s too loud; “Steve, we’re—"
A finger presses hard, jams his lips up against his teeth as Steve glares out the corner of his eye.
“They’ll fucking hear us,” he leans so close Eddie can feel the dampness of his words when he speaks, then the full drag of his lips; feels the instruction more than hears:
“Stay quiet.”
And Eddie’s trying, he really is, but they’re…this is fucking hopeless, isn’t it? They’re outnumbered, they’ve been running for fuck knows how long. Everyone else is already gone, it’s just them, and they…they can wait it out as long as they want and Eddie would take forever with Steve, he would, but not like this, and fuck, fuck—what good is it, what’s the point when it’ll change nothing—
“But Steve,” Eddie whispers, but his breath catches it and threatens to whine through his words; he nearly chokes trying to rein it back but Steve’s got his whole hand against his mouth, now: not hard, but present. Like a bolster. It feels protective. It feels safe where there’s no safety left.
The red flashes in the dim and fuck; fuck
“Stay down, and don’t fucking talk, okay?” Steve breathes harsh right against Eddie’s ear, and Eddie’s shoved up against him so close, so close that his warmth is Eddie’s warmth in the chill, so close he can feel Steve’s pulse inside his own; they’re, it’s—
They’re almost out of time.
“St—"
And then Steve’s lips are on his, insistent, demanding, claiming, keeping, his tongue in Eddie’s mouth and sure, it’s a very effective, tried and true way to shut Eddie up, but this: this feels like so much more; it’s all passion and feeling, adrenaline and that tip-of-a-knife feeling, that plunge-before-the-plunge and Eddie’s heart feels bold for it, and he sucks at Steve’s lip and kisses once with force of his own before he breaks off and cups Steve’s cheek, reaches to cradle his face full-on and steals one last kiss before looking him square in the eye, decision made, though—
There wasn’t really a decision to it; there’s no choice to be had when it’s him, or Steve.
“I love you, baby,” Eddie tells him fierce, with all the feeling in him; “so fucking much,” which is always true, not just here at the end. He hopes Steve knows that.
“Eddie, what the hell—"
And Eddie’s scrambling up, creeping out from their hiding place and toward the shuffling approach incoming.
“What are you doing?” Steve rasps, lunging to grab at Eddie’s ankle but Eddie’s determined, he’s got momentum, he’s already up and clearing the corner and—
“For love!” he cries out as he leaps into the open, arms wide and asking for the hit—
And it comes, it fucking comes almost immediately.
Eddie drops to the ground, gasping.
And then they’re on top of him.
“Fucking drama queen,” Dustin, Dustin of all of them has the goddamn audacity to say to him as he walks over his prone frame and takes aim at Steve who, in fairness, does take out Mike before Dustin takes three pulls to hit him and win the game to screeching digital fanfare through the speakers.
“You could have just stayed down, man,” Steve huffs with a roll of his eyes as he stands up and unbuckles his vest.
“We were almost out of time!” Eddie gapes a little, sitting up and pointing forcefully toward the big red numbers counting down how many seconds they had left in the arena. Less than three minutes.
“We could have made it, these shitheads still don’t have any aim,” Steve purses his lips with so much of that…that glorious bitchy judgement Eddie loves most to lick off of him, he wonders where he can drag him to—
The flickering of colors next to him catches his attention and: oh. Right. They dragged the kids here. It’s fucking sweltering, they’re all back from school, and the options were swimming or something air-conditioned. And the new releases at the movie theater were all kinda shitty.
And Eddie cannot risk getting them thrown out of here for public indecency at the minimum: the laser tag’s connected to the best fucking arcade in town.
And frankly, yeah: it’s been years in the plural now since they shut the Upside Down…y’know, down, but he’s kinda proud of the guys, extra proud of his Stevie, and actually, yeah, kinda proud of himself, that what with the dark, and the lights, and red and the guns: they were fine. They were safe.
It was fun. It was just a game.
“I mean,” Eddie picks back up his defense, gesturing at the at the kids with their little chest plates all blinking a celebratory red-blue-white-blue-red that feels either very patriotic or very law-enforcement-themed while his and Steve’s remain dark; “they were on their way to our location, one of us had to draw their attention,” and it was going to be Eddie because…
Because: for love.
“We weren’t gonna look there,” Lucas deadpans as Mike snickers and high-fives Dustin a little…a little too triumphantly and okay, fine, he thinks he’s starting to get why Steve had been taking this so seriously: to keep the shitheads from this kind of ego-inflating victory; “we were headed the other way.”
Eddie doesn’t even have to turn to feel the weight of Steve's stare, the vindication and self-congratulation in it's just…tangible in the air.
“Oh,” Eddie bites his lip, tries to think of an angle; “umm,” he twirls his hair and then Steve’s at his side, bumping his shoulder and he can’t really hide, or delay any further—and it’s Steve, next to him, so: he doesn’t exactly want to that bad, anyway, so he turns and gives the softest, widest-eyed look he can muster:
“Good intentions?” he sells it for as much as he can gather up, and Steve?
Steve just snorts, and bumps his shoulder, pretty fucking hard.
“You’re unbelievable,” Steve chuckles a little, shakes his head but doesn’t rush to follow the boys to the armory; he glances that way, but turns back quick, and then he’s grabbing the back of Eddie’s neck and: oh.
Yeah, this was more what Eddie’d been going for with the farewell-forever-my-most-beloved kiss he left Steve with before his grand-though-arguably-unnecessary sacrifice.
“And you’re buying lunch,” Steve breaks off with a nip to his lower lip before shoving his target-vest at Eddie’s chest and making for the door.
And Eddie’s a little breathless again, as he whines Steve’s name—so fucking often, just, breathless around that name—before he struggles a little to unhook his own vest because he’s actually hungry, now that Steve’s landed him with the bill for lunch, but really: it’s a fucking empty threat, either way.
Like: they share a fucking bank account.
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fairyhaos · 8 months
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N O HE'S SO GORGEOUS WHAT THE FUCK
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bruciemilf · 2 months
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michaels-two-dads · 9 months
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So funny being insane about Desert Duo and having Hannibal mutuals because I see them talk about how killing someone with your hands is the most intimate thing you can do and the inherent romance in killing and I’m like well. You’re not going to like this one but this is EXACTLY like these two guys from Minecraft Roleplay.
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