sleeping in on sunday and getting up late to eat a homemade meal and lounge around your apartment. your hair is messy and his eyes are bleary but that only makes you fall in love with each other more. sloppy kisses give way to lazy grinding and when you finally sink all the way down on him, you shudder in pleasure. he doesn’t try to hold back his moans as he squeezes your soft breasts and raptly watches you bounce at your own pace. you both climax quicker than you usually do, not that either of you care. you exchange sweet kisses, unhurriedly clean up, and get back to your quiet sunday.
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Really just wanna be a house butch, today. Let my femme go off to work and be incredibly successful, be smart, be powerful. When she comes home I'll have the place cleaned up already, dinner in the oven (their favourite of course), her favourite cocktail or a bowl of her favorite weed. Just take care of her, run them a bath, give her a massage. Worship her 💕
And after dinner, I'll take over. She doesn't need to be the boss anymore. She doesn't need to make decisions anymore. Just turn her brain off and let me take care of her 💕
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The overwhelming urge to make him cinnamon French toast with a caramel pecan sauce, thick cut bacon, scrambled eggs with spinach, and pineapple slices on a Sunday morning…
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blossoming romance writing prompts:
accidental hand touching
eye contact across a crowded room
exchanging secret smiles
first conversations alone
admiring them from afar
asking them about their family
visiting them at their place of work
discovering common interests
exchanging gifts for the first time
a surprise encounter
picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face
nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)
complimenting their appearance
looking at their lips as they talk
finding excuses to be alone with each other
naturally gravitating closer together
noticing their individual quirks
hello/goodbye hugs that linger
talking late into the night
clumsy attempts at flirting
sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another
playful teasing
being unable to keep their eyes off of them
attempting to find out if they are single/available
finding comfort in their scent
creating art inspired by them
sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold
surprising them with their favourite treat
visiting their home for the first time
confiding in them
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It's morning in early May. There's still a hint of morning condensation in the spring air, the smell of grasses and wildflower everywhere. Birds chirping away to announce the start of a new day. You're sitting on the rattan loveseat we found while out antiquing, now placed on our front porch.
You hear the front door open, I'm here with the cappuccinos I just finished making. I always was a bit of a coffee snob, stereotypical butch I often am. Handing you yours, in your favorite mug, I sit beside you before taking off my moccasins so I can properly curl up with you. So we can enjoy the morning peace in eachother's presence.
Good morning 💕
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really what prompted my double boy dad bakugou post was the idea of his older son — who is six, nearing seven — coming out of his room with messy, sleep-mussed hair and wandering into the kitchen on an early morning when katsuki's getting ready for work.
and your youngest is a little terror. spoiled rotten, katsuki thinks, was too babied and that's why he doesn't listen and has temper tantrums in the middle of the floor and is already throwing punches at three. katsuki's old witch of a mother thinks he'll be bulkier than his older son and twice as mean, prone to pinning his brother to the ground until he's declared the greatest.
(katsuki feels both horror and pride, at the very thought.)
it hasn't always been easy for your oldest; becoming a big brother never is. not that katsuki would know what that's like, but he hated to even share a playground with deku, much less share his one and only mommy, so he can only imagine what his own son went through when his brother arrived.
but he's been great about it, which comes as no surprise because his oldest has always been great about everything. gets his little brother out of bed and reminds him of his manners—even as he's getting whacked—gives up his toys just so the baby won't cry. he's too smart for his own good, acting like a big boy now—and it makes katsuki nostalgic in a way that hurts.
there hasn't been a lot of time for just the two of them. not like there used to be.
so when his firstborn comes to stand beside him in the kitchen, to lean his head against his dad's hip and rub at his sleepy eyes—katsuki just ruffles his already messy hair, before giving his ear a little tug.
"should be asleep," he grumbles to him, "sun's not even up yet."
his son only shrugs, yawns hard; despite this, he says, "'m not tired."
katsuki snorts and continues with his routine: finishes his protein shake, gives the kid a sip when he thinks he wants one (he doesn't really, though he tries not to make a face at the taste as he nods, as if he likes it), makes sure he's got all his work shit in his bag for patrol later. and his son is mostly quiet, content to share in the morning just between the two of them after katsuki sits him on the counter.
and then he asks, "can i come to work with you?"
on instinct, katsuki glances at his shut bedroom door, where you're still fast asleep, on the other side, and then down the hallway to where his youngest is sleeping, too.
technically, the kid probably could because you're off work today, and you could come pick him up later before katsuki has to head out, but—
"your brother won't be happy if i take you and not him."
and your oldest is a good big brother. has more patience than katsuki ever did, knows how to share—but on this morning that the two of them are indulging in, he only shrugs.
"well," he sighs—and he sounds so grown up, sounds like you when you're leveling with katsuki. "if he wanted to go then he should have got up, too."
"that why you're awake?" katsuki frowns, though his son only shrugs again. the idea that he's gotten up way too early, at the ass-crack of dawn just to have some extra time with his dad is too—
"yeah," katsuki murmurs, nodding at him to hop off the counter. "get your socks on so we can go."
there won't be anything for him to do in the agency office, besides get an endless amount of cups of water from the dispenser and all the candy in the receptionist's bowl and attention from the older ladies that thinks he's just so stinking cute.
but at least they'll be together, just the two of them. like old times.
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