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#he was so HEART EYES for his wife ahhhhh
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i dreamed with bono last night lol
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kneelingshadowsalome · 7 months
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I am CACKLING like a cartoon villain oh my GOD you are a genius!!! Of course the toxic king breaks his back of COURSE he does the fucking idiot (affectionate), so there's fuck-all he can do with reader's big announcement that this was all worth it and he can totally get some...yknow, in a couple months. AHHHHH. And she just wanted to give him something to look forward to, motivation for the physical therapy <33 (she boops his nose while he lays there wishing for death and cowering from her, of course she does, omg. i love them your honor!!)
and maybe she gets more confident now that he can't fucking move 💀💀 (lmao, oh god. König if you weren't such a menace this would have been easier for her a lot earlier and nobody would be in this situation) and maybe this leads to way more sensual  touching from her on her own initiative; she's curious, after all, and she does like him a lot and she's just trying to help him get better, you know? and König eats that shit up, starts telling her all about these itches and sore muscles he can't reach, could she be a dear (trying to act like he's not literally begging for her touch) and then he basically blacks out the first time her hands linger and drift, but probably better that than the things he was going to say to her. So König wants to die, this is too much, he's done, he's a goner each time she visits him. and damn her, she's a devoted little thing, never misses visiting hours. Always so sweet and caring towards him and it's the perfect image of a faithful, doting housewife without the wife or the house or the sex part of it lmao. And of course he can’t move when all this is happening!!! so basically just more torture and his mind just kind of breaks into little tiny pieces held together by demented lovesick lust-filled fantasies. he says some absolutely filthy things (makes the cunt licking look family friendly in comparison), he can't control it really anymore, and poor reader is shocked/horrified and blushing furiously, but thinks it's the medications and the pain and whatnot, tries to be understanding, only chides him once she gets her shock under control (and he's actually stone cold sober the entire fucking time lmao, but he ain't telling her that, she'd run if she knew). 
AND THEN MAYBE~~ (dun dun dun) one day reader is FINALLY reaching under the stupid hospital bed blanket - he can feel her soft little fingertips and carefully manicured nails travel down his abs, trace the V of his hips (my man is going to black out again, good lord) and she's looking at him with big round eyes and she's nervous she's going to do it wrong and he won't like it (as if), and it's taking FOREVER for her to get her hand between his legs bc sweet little thing just wants to do it right, and he's out of his mind, half-crying, whisper-begging at this point (it's probably not even English, not German either, just mindless pleas). Her hand FINALLY wraps around his length and he's lucky he doesn't cum right then and there; she's blushing so violently at taking a man in her hands for the first time and she's seeking HIS approval with those pretty doe eyes as she bites her lip. So of course that's when there's a knock at the door (the universe hates him, he's going to scream, whoever this is is lucky he can't move and they might die anyway from the blast radius of sheer rage) and a doctor comes in for daily rounds. Reader barely has time to yank her hand back before doc sticks his head through the privacy curtains and yep our man's heart might actually just stop, he is just going to keel over right then and there. 
so not even a handjob for our poor king <3 if he doesn’t die (lol) he transfers to in-home care IMMEDIATELY and finally gets reader to himself in a more private setting where he can lock the fucking door. this is the part where I look away lmao, I'd leave him blue-balled & suffering forever ...am i a mean person?? also RIP to that doctor. this verse is so hilarious & wonderful and i love it, feels like a tug of war between tropes and genres if that makes sense which results in your delightful genius works, thank you thank you <333
This is so beautiful. I am puddle & I can't thank you enough for collaborating & I LOVE YOU Howdy anon 💋 and um, I think I got a little too excited about their first time lol oops (I can't leave him blue-balled forever! Poor man would die of heart failure 🥺)
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(Tamara and Demon (1864), Mihály von Zichy)
Word count: 3.7 k
CW: 18+ NSFW. Corruption kink goes brrrr. Masturbating, dirty talking, obsessive/yandere König. Awkward handjob. First time/virgin!reader. Kinda sweet and fluffy 🩷 Also coersion/mildly dubious consent, tread carefully!
A/N: You can find the story of König x virgin!reader and their relationship so far by following the tag (könig x virgin reader)
Oh she visits him alright!
She’s much braver now that König is bedridden and can’t move. They actually spend more time together after the weightlifting accident. The intense stares haven’t gone anywhere, he's actually gotten worse in that department, but otherwise, König is behaving quite nicely.
He seems to like it when she reads to him next to his bed, which is immensely cute in her opinion. Armed with a new book in the crook of her arm, she’s on her way to visit him again for another session.
She's already accustomed to simply floating in after giving his door a light rap. She's also gotten used to the sight of guns and knives and the smell of army storage, even the manly, pungent stench of sweat that lingers on top of it. 
But it’s not the potpourri of masculine military scents that stop her at the door and nearly make her drop her book.
The King himself is lying naked on the bed – well, naked except for the bag of a mask he seems to hold on to like it’s his soul. This time, she doesn’t even see it: her eyes fly straight to the towering erection he’s stroking, urgently with one hand while the other cups a pair of shaved, pale balls.
"König…?" 
The man who calls himself King curses – in German or in English, she can’t tell. The sight of him there, caught red-handed on touching himself, only makes her feel sorry for him. König has nowhere to run and hide, nothing to cover himself with, he's not supposed to even move yet. And he is not the one who should be embarrassed, after all, she's the one who barged in on his privacy. 
Although… König doesn't look embarrassed. 
He only looks drunk and sweaty and in need.
She thinks about turning back and leaving him with hurried excuses because what the hell is she supposed to do…? Read him a book? He is still gripping his cock like it’s a sword or something, breathing like he just ran a marathon. 
And speaking of swords, that weapon is far too big for her... Hell, she doesn’t know much about swords but she would deem that sword far too big for any woman.
If she were clever, she would run away from that stare and that huge, monstrous cock. But she’s not that clever, that much is clear because everyone she’s told she’s dating König have warned her about him. Every cell in her body is warning her of danger, but she keeps running back to him, over and over again…
Well, at least he can’t move, she thinks, takes a hesitant step, and places the book down on a table. Just when she’s about to whisper some calming, soothing words to this beast, the beast speaks.
"Take your clothes off," comes a husky command from the bed, and she freezes with her fingertips still on the cover of her cute little book about German fairytales (she knows König likes his fairytales bloody). 
Normally, she would make a scene out of such audacity. She might even storm out of the room and vow to never speak to him again for daring to talk to her like that.
But… 
He looks so desperate. König looks like a giant bound for torture on that bed. And he's not the only one who has been tormented these past few weeks… The incident at the hospital has plagued her dreams every night as she has tucked herself in with the memories of König's… sword.
Perhaps it would help with his pain if she offers him relief in his time of need. No harm can come from that, surely. She doesn't know how exactly taking her clothes off will help, but if that is his wish, then it’s the least she can do. 
To her and his surprise, her hands drift to the hem of the top she’s wearing. She’s feeling rather wild – something about seeing König completely naked yet unable to move is making her act like this. Like she's the brave one. Like she’s in control now.
Dedicated to her task, she pulls the shirt over her head.
Nothing moves on that bed for a good long while. As far as she can tell, König might've stopped breathing. But by the time she takes her bra off, there’s a swallow under that hood. Then the hand slowly starts to stroke again, the moist, slick sounds continue as her breasts fall free from their confinement. 
She’s breathing heavily too, and the man on the bed is stiff as a stone: every single muscle in his body is pulled taut as he stares at her breasts like they’re the Revelation of John. Then those blue eyes lift to her face just before another command is issued.
"Take off the rest."
"The–the rest…?"
"I just want to watch you." 
His voice is hoarse and croaky, and she feels even more sorry for him – König must be in so much pain and she just keeps on teasing him. She started this, so perhaps it’s better just to see it through. 
What’s crazy though is that he actually moans when she gets out of her pants, socks, and finally, her underwear. The slick sounds of fapping increase, and he’s moaning.
She hasn’t even touched him yet… She’s just standing there before him completely naked, heat pooling low in her belly as König continues to work himself with what looks like both pleasure and pain.
"Komm… Come here," he orders next, out of breath but surprisingly politely, and she has no other option than to approach his bed. She sits down as chastely as possible, then almost jumps back up when a steel-hard thigh brushes against hers.
"Touch it. Ja?" 
Her eyes grow as wide as they can go as she takes in the cock she has touched once before, briefly and under a hospital sheet. Now it’s right there, foreign and demanding. 
Better just to see it through, her mind tweets as her hand reaches out through what feels like water. Like before, there's a sharp intake of air under the hood as she takes him in her hand. It’s even hotter than she remembered, and gives a tight pull the instant her fingers wrap around it. 
"Like this…?" 
"Just like that…"
Her meek little mouse peeps and multiple bats of eyelashes are like drug to him, it seems. The man is as tight as a bowstring when she starts to move her hand up and down, mimicking the motions she just saw him do. They're not as fast as his, and her grip must be way gentler, but she seems to do surprisingly well for an inexperienced virgin. The poor man looks like he’s about to faint on that bed. 
What she doesn’t expect, however, is König to touch her.
A large, warm palm sweeps across her ribs and lands on her breast, softly, as if he's concerned that he might scare her off. She's the one who's stopped breathing now… And then he rubs her, squeezes her. Gently… Reverently.
"You're soft," comes a strained sigh from the bed as she tries to keep her own grip both tight and gentle. She’s starting to get so wet she fears she will stain his sheets. Bewildered, she tries to change her position, but the palm cupping her breast seems to have bound her to the bed too. Nothing moves, except her hand and his as they explore each other. A giant and an angel...
Something hot and wet meets her hand as she strokes him – is he cumming already…? But it can't be, she has heard there’s supposed to be quite a bit of it when a man cums, and there’s only a few ample drops of clear liquid oozing out of the slit on his tip.
"Can't wait for the day I get to make you scream," he rasps, and her heart is hammering in her chest as more cum-like liquid streams from the slit of his cock, adding to the lewd, moist sounds of the handjob she’s giving him.
König doesn’t know she has never even kissed a guy… 
"We'll… we'll get there," she tries to soothe him, thanking her lucky stars this man can't move.
"I want to fuck you," he continues, sounding more and more desperate. "Good and hard… until you cry under me. Want to see if you can take it all in."
"König…"
"It’s a long cock, ja? I can make you squirt."
"König, I'm still a virgin… You can't–"
"Nh–Sorry… sorry."
His head falls back on the pillow, his muscles relax just for the tiniest moment. But if she thought he would finally leave her to it, she was wrong. The hand of a giant killer drops between her legs next. 
She’s sitting on the bed like she would sit on a side saddle, with one leg slightly bent, giving the horniest man on earth good enough access to the heat between her legs. She doesn’t stop him – she doesn’t even want to – as broad fingertips meet her pubic hair and slip between her already slick folds. 
"...Was? Pretty angel is all wet," he comments on her state of mess. Approvingly: like all his fears have suddenly disappeared. 
She has to fight the urge to roll her head back and moan as those agile fingers start to give her full, generous strokes. She almost messes up her rhythm while stroking his cock, which seems to have gotten even harder.
His fingers delve into her with more courage, they tease her tight, tender nub with excited circles. She tries not to jolt and shiver as he makes her even more slick, tries to ignore how her nipples grow hard from that burning stare alone. 
"Such a pretty girl… and so wet. You sure you don't want it?"
She thinks about it – how it would feel if he somehow was able to take her on that bed. If he pushed that cock inside her and if it would hurt or make her moan even more. Even the thought of trying to fit that inside her makes her thighs feel like pudding.
"I don’t know… You're still recovering."
"Heh… That's not a problem. You can be on top. I'll help," he offers as if it’s a gentlemanly thing to do, to help her bounce on that huge cock. 
"I–I'd rather do it the classic way."
"I'll show you classic when I get better," he promises with unconcealed greed. "I'll show you all the other ways too. We’ll do it any way you like."
She tries hard not to whimper when hearing his promise. She tries her best to pleasure the biggest cock she’s ever seen. It’s ridiculous that it’s the only cock she’s ever seen... What sort of a cruel joke was it from the universe to choose this king-sized Austrian to be her first man? 
She wonders how König would react if she told him he’s too big for her.
Would he try to change her mind? Would he have a meltdown? 
Would he cry…? 
She doubts if this man ever cries. The last time a brutal soldier like him shed tears was probably when he was a kid. But he did look like he was about to cry that one time when she booped his nose... 
And despite being a cold-blooded soldier and somewhat awkward at times, König has always been so, so delicate with her. He's tender even now, touching her with the gentlest avarice there is. But that searing stare wants to possess her, devour her, and it makes her bite her lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.
"Sit on my face?" he offers next, this time sounding so desperate it's almost pathetic. 
Sit on his face… 
What would he even do? Lick her? Try to push his tongue inside her while finishing himself?
The thought alone makes her mess up her rhythm again and causes her pussy to pulse more wetness on his fingers. She secretly hopes he would slip at least one of those fingers inside.
"Let me see your cunt," he begs. God – this giant mercenary is begging to see her poor, aching pussy. "Just… let me at least taste you–"
She can’t even reply before the hand between her legs gives a sudden twitch and stops those delicious rubs. Actually, his whole body is going rigid. 
"König…? Am I hurting you?"
"I'm–gonna cum…" 
Oh god.
Oh god ohgod-
She's not sure what gives her more of a fright: the sound that leaves her soldier boyfriend as he cums, or the bright, hot flash of liquid that shoots from the cock in her hand.
He groans like it’s torture. Long and hard, so loud that she’s sure other people can hear it in the neighboring rooms, perhaps even further than that. There’s one, two, three spurts of thick, hot liquid, after that, she loses count because it spills to coat his stomach, it runs down her hand, and she’s pumping him in a frenzy while he just keeps on moaning.
"Slow, slow down–" he tries to groan in the middle of his climax and she obeys immediately, reveling in how his cock still throbs in her hand when she finally stops moving altogether. More cum gushes out with every strong pulse, even if the eruptions are less violent. Ropes of it already cover his abs, it coats her hand with thick film – it's far more than she would ever have expected, and a shiver goes through her as she imagines what it must feel like to take all of that semen inside her… 
"Ah… Das war wirklich…" König sighs dreamily while she must be looking like a startled deer.
Yes, that was really something… She doesn’t know what to do with his cock, or her hand, or the mess that coats half his body.
Luckily, he instructs her to take his old shirt from the floor and clean herself with it. She cleans him with it too, dabs the black t-shirt over his muscled stomach, even tries to swipe his crotch with it as gently as she can. 
König looks happier by the minute, looks at her like she’s an angel or something, and when she fully commits herself to getting him cleaned up, he gets another erection. She’s quite horrified – how is this even possible…? She thought men would need at least hours to get it back up again.
"Come on top," he offers, sounding all but seductive with that commanding tone. 
She swallows, thinking if König wants to be a "gentleman" and finish her too. With his tongue... or something else.
"Just for a hug? We don't have to put it in."
She seems to be under some spell tonight, because she simply drops the poor, cum-stained shirt back on the floor and crawls to the bed and on top of him.
König is hot and lean as she presses herself against him, her thighs now straddling the intimidating thing between his legs. Her head falls right beside his mask-covered face, and the smell of guns and fuel and sweat is prominent there, as is his natural odor, the woodland musk she has grown so fond of.
"There we go," his arms go around her waist, pressing her tighter against him. There’s no escape now, she thinks, but like always with König, she eventually softens and relaxes, molds against him… Accepts her fate.
"You did well, Meine Liebe," he even caresses her head as she slowly melts into his hold. "I’m sorry if I frightened you. Will you forgive me?"
"Um, of course."
"A gentleman should always apologize if he has upset his lady. Do you agree?"
"Uh… Yes."
"I promise to be a good man. The best man you could ever hope for."
She bites her lip as König continues to caress her. She’s far from upset, but she doesn’t want to tell him that and excite him too much. Otherwise he might end up hurting himself. He hugs her tight, and seems to have calmed down more than ever.
Is this what an orgasm does to a man...? The change is drastic, and her lover feels warm, and tender, and inviting. He even whispers more promises on her skin. They're nonsensical but gentle, König is probably trying to be romantic, but she can feel how his breaths grow heavier as time goes on. After all, they're both naked, pressed tightly together, closer than ever before, and he's having an erection again...
She tries not to shiver at the things he tells her. The husky promises of love and protection: "You are mine now, ja? Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I will always keep you safe." And then, "You’re still wet, mein Mädchen… How about we practice just a little bit? We'll do it slow. Ja? I will make you moan…"
He coos those things in her ear while holding her in place for his cock. She starts to move on her own accord; it’s like her hips have their own will. Soon, her entrance meets the tip of him, still hot and bulged, and she starts to grind against it with barely restrained greed. She is wet – wetter than ever. 
König curses multiple times under his breath, and she feels so, so filthy for loving how unhinged he is, how unhinged she is – spread wide on top of him like that, trying to get off of the faintest touch of his cock. She’s so soaked that the hot tip of him glides across her folds with no effort at all. 
She feels like she’s doing something forbidden, taking her pleasure from him like that, but König doesn’t seem to know what the word filthy even means. He keeps praising her, guiding her, helping her, telling her how good she feels, that she’s doing so, so well.
Soon, he’s asking to put it in – just the tip. 
She tries her best not to sound too needy as she breathes a soft, mousy "Yes."
"How does that feel?"
He’s panting, few inches of thick cock inside her, and she thinks, did she just lose her virginity? Is this it? Why isn’t it hurting?
“You like that, hmm?”
He feels so, so good, pressing her against him, spreading her legs with his own, trying to feed more of that marvelous thickness inside. It doesn’t hurt, at least not yet. It makes her dizzy to even think what she must be looking like, with her legs spread and a huge cock partly inside her.
She should say something… What was it that he asked? Oh yes, if she likes it. She more than just likes it, and tries to push herself down to get more of him in. König reacts immediately with a ton of praise leveled at her in the softest possible way.
“That's it, that's it, pretty girl, take it in…”
Him cheering her on like that only makes her decide that it’s time to let go and let go for good. But she can’t get him in by herself, not while he’s holding her a prisoner like this.
"More… König, please," she hears herself whimper. 
God, is this all it took...? Him holding her close and letting her find the joys of sex herself? Apparently so, because he sounds goddamn smug when he turns his head to rasp more needy, throaty things in her ear.
"Ah… Knew you'd beg for it… "
His voice makes her inner walls clamp down on him, and that’s when it hurts, but only slightly. She wants him so much that it’s painful. And König… God, he keeps on showering her with praises and promises.
"I'll show you how good it can be… That's it, let me hear you. It's a good cock, ja? Good cock for a pretty girl…"
It’s not even fully in before he starts the thrusts. That’s when she knows she has lost her virginity. She’s being plunged. Not taken… Just… loved, thoroughly and deeply. 
When she moans, finally sounds as filthy as can be, he tells her how tight she is. How good she feels. He says he’s going to cum again soon. But not before her…
He doesn’t need to instruct her to rub her clit on his pelvis in rhythm with the thrusts. She is smart enough to do that by herself. And the thoughts of This is it, I’m not a virgin anymore have turned into Is it possible to cum on your first time…?
Everything’s perfect, all things considered. But there’s something missing.
"König," she swallows arduously. "I’ve never been kissed... Would you– Could you…?"
He stops moving, releases his hold a little. A strong heart is hammering inside his chest, she can feel it against her own fluttering heartbeat. 
Is it stupid of her to ask…? Will he only laugh at her for being so sentimental?
Apparently no, because it’s the warmest possible command that surrounds her this time.
"Lift the mask, angel."
By the time their lips meet, both hesitant and needy, he's fully inside her and holding her like a mountain. She feels like she's in a fairytale now: the only thing that moves is his mouth, and hers. Theirs is a slow, hungry rhythm. 
Her first kiss is not only awkwardly romantic and sweet, it’s sinfully good. 
The kiss also does things she did not expect. Her pussy goes tight around him, so tight that a whimper or two escape her nose, and König only purrs – she feels like the softest little creature in the embrace of a lean jaguar.
And she thinks… 
Why on earth didn't they do this months ago?
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thebearer · 9 months
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no but i love your writing! ever since i watched s1 and 2 last weekend because of a youtube ad, i peaked in the carmy tag and was a surprised to see the amount of stories carmy had! would love a scenario where he’s married to a sassy, take no shit type of reader sim to natalie. his wife legit could work with him for all i care. but for whatever reason he does something w/o checking in— he prolly just forgot. she finds out and confronts him hella pissed (could be at family or during restaurant prep idc) and she says “oh, if carmen said it was cool.” not even carmy the full government name bro 😭. p much how natalie articulated it 🤣. can’t remember the ep but in early season 1 when marcus blew the fuse you can also include slick commentary from richie (and fak) if you’d like! tysm in advance 🥰. also if you don’t me me asking, do you have name/alias on this blog? what we can call you? enjoy your week
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yes yes yes ahhhhh! he definitely needs someone who keeps him in line but walks that fine line where he can also keep them in line (bc dom!carmy is living in my heart rent free forever lol). also you can call me e if you'd like :) thank you for your sweet words! i hope you have a good week, and hope you enjoy this!
"What's this?" You ask Sydney, looking at the new box being unloaded from the truck- big and bulky in a crate, far too large to be a produce shipment.
"Uh, I think it's the new glassware for the bar." Sydney looked at her clipboard, back at you carefully.
"Glassware? What new glassware. We haven't picked that out yet." You frowned, looking at the crate carefully.
"Oh, well, it was in Carmen's notes for the day, so... I think that's the only shipment we have. Unless the hostess stand came early, which would be amazing, but you-" Sydney stopped her ramblings, seeing your soured expression. "You know what? Never mind, uh, ignore me. I'm just...Carmen's with Sugar and Richie in the back if you want to ask him."
"Thanks, Syd." You muttered, ripping the bell open with a shrill before bounding towards the back. You could hear them before you saw them, a familiar chorus of chatter and rising voices.
"Hey, so what's the delivery out front?" You ask, not bothering to wait for them to acknowledge you. If you did, you'd never talk, they all talked over each other.
"The new glasses for the bars." Sugar turned, smiling softly at you. "How are you doing?"
"Good." You muttered, eyes cutting to Carmen. "We haven't ordered new glasses yet."
"Uh, well, I thought you liked the ones from last week, angel." Carmen's eyes were bulged, clearly flustered.
"I said I liked them for basics, but I needed you to confirm a drink menu." You glared at him, arms crossing over his chest.
"You can't put the drinks in that?" Carmen asked, hand flying out towards the hall.
"Not if you want the specialty, no." You huffed. "Carmen, I told you to wait just a few days and we could get them at the wholesale market. The textured ones for the signature at least."
"Uh-oh," Richie muttered, snickering to Fak.
"Can you not use the glasses I got?" Carmen sighed.
"I can, but did you get enough? And did we decide if the signature is going in a whiskey glass or a cylinder one? Did you order double of those?" You lifted a brow, taking a step towards him. Richie and Nat watched, heads turning from you and Carmen like a tennis match.
Carmen paused, running a hand down his face. "N-No, but-"
"-So what are you going to do when we open and you run out of drinks, huh? When everyone orders the signature and it comes in different glasses? You think those travel groupie influencers won't notice? Won't post about it and make it a big fucking deal?" You countered.
"Then we'll figure it out!" Carmen huffed. "Look I gave the order to Richie, and-"
"-Hey, no fuckin' way cousin. You gave me your order." Richie held his hand up. "Sweetheart, Carmy said it was good so I just placed the order."
"Well, if Carmen said it was good, then it must be, right? He's the fucking boss." You snarl, glaring at Carmen furiously. "Seems like you've got it under control, Carm, so I'll leave it to you." You turn on your heel, furiously stomping away.
Richie and Fak wait until they hear the slam of the office door, to release their cackles. "Oooh! Cousin, you are in the fuckin' dog house now." Richie laughed, Fak's chorus of barks emphasizing his statement.
"Shut up, ok? Just shut the fuck up." Carmen growled, running a hand through his hair.
"Carmy, why wouldn't you ask her before you ordered? She's your mixologist." Nat sighed, shoulders heavy with disappointment.
"Also your girlfriend." Sydney added, poking her head in. "I told you to wait. Just saying."
"Thank you, alright, thank you all for your fuckin' helpful words." Carmen snapped. "Just... Nat, make sure they get all that shit set up right, ok? Make sure the dishwasher fucking works before we're open, please."
The office door was shut, and Carmen hesitated, reaching for the knob anxiously. He wasn't sure if he should knock- I mean, fuck, this is his office but... you were already so mad at him. Knuckles rapping on the door, he didn't wait for the invite in- knowing he'd never get one.
Carmen found you, sniffling in a furious pout in the corner, body angled away from the door. "Baby-" Carmen started with a sigh, shoulders falling gently at your upset state.
"-Don't." You snap, wiping your eyes. "Don't even start with me, Carmen." The way you say his full name sounds so bitter, too formal and full of malice to be from you.
"I-I'm sorry. I thought we agreed on it, and-and Richie was pressuring me and... And you're right. I shouldn't have made that decision without you, and I'm sorry." Carmen said slowly, waiting for your gaze to meet his, angry, wet, waterline.
"Yeah, you shouldn't have." You agreed bitterly, wiping your eyes. "I get this is your restaurant, Carmen, but don't ask for my help if you're just gonna do what you want anyways. That's-That's not nice."
"I know." Carmen nodded slowly, approaching you with the caution he would a wild animal. "I want your help. I do, and-and I like your idea that the house drink goes in the special glass. Makes it stand out."
You lifted your gaze up to his. "Yeah?" You asked, he nodded, sitting next to you. "Did you blow your budget?"
"No," Carmen shook his head, not a total lie. Fak had been able pull some strings with the new stoves, turns out he did have a guy. It left a little over five thousand left over.
"We could go to that place, if you want to. Go look and see if they have the glasses. Get a rough estimate of about how many we'd need." Carmen offered, his hand cupping your thigh gently, thumb rubbing over your leg in soothing circles.
"As long as Sydney or Nat does the numbers and not you." You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes at him.
He laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'll get Sugar to run 'em, alright? Then we can go. Call it an early night."
You beamed at the idea, letting him slide in next to you, melting into your side. "That sounds good." You hummed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.
"I-I'm real sorry I didn't as you ." Carmen muttered. "That was shitty."
"Yeah." You sighed in agreement. "I just... I want to be included in things." You asked, looking up at him sweetly. "Not everything, but-but at least the things that apply to my area."
"I know." Carmen nodded, his hand catching your cheek softly. "I'll let you handle it next time, alright? I trust your opinion."
"You don't have to do that-"
"-No, you're right, I don't. But-But I want to." Carmen nodded. "I know you're lookin' out for the best in this place just like I am."
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ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ
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Summary: this is just dilf!Harry being a peeping Tom
CW: mentions of Harry thinking about cheating, male masturbation, Harry almost getting caught, y/n being (not so) oblivious use of 'Little Dove' for the reader
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He just couldn’t help it, he knew it was wrong
he was a married man, a father for Merlin’s sake, and yet he couldn’t stop think his little dove, the sweet little neighbour that won the community’s heart when they moved in, he couldn’t stop thinking about you
His obsession with you was getting bad, he couldn’t bring himself to even look at Ginny in the eyes, the woman he swore loyalty to 7 years ago on that altar he now despises so much
And there he was, furiously pumping himself as he watched you rut against the teddy bear he had gifted you as a welcome when you moved in, watching you intently as you desperately chased your release, hips grinding down on the teddy as you whined softly
‘You are going to kill me little dove’ he thought as he felt the pleasure consuming his groin, soft groans leaving his throat as his chest heaved. he was so close, he could feel himself arriving at his climax, but just when he was about to come he heard an harsh knock on his door "Harry..? you in there love..?" he could hear Ginny's muffled voice from behind the door 'she came back erlier…' he could feel the annoyance grow in his gut, soon replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling as he gaze fell back onto you, watching you reach your peak almost made him forget about his ruined orgasm,
"yeah im here..." he replyed, tucking himself back in his pants and closing the curtain as he went to open the door, greeting his unsuspecting wife "welcome back Hun" he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as he listened to her ramble about her day out with the kids as he helped her set the table for dinner. as he went to grab the plates he heard his phone notifications go off
'weird, who could that be' he tought as he pulled out his phone, almost dropping it as he read the notification
Little Dove:
'i hope you enjoyed the show sir, i know i did ;)'
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ahhhhh this took forever, hope you like it <3
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AHHHHH! Massive congrats on 3k!!!!!! Your writing is so good I’m not surprised you have so many fans!!! 🙌💕 For the prompt could I please request “Did I do good?” with Mr. Bruce Wayne? 😁 Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️
tw: blood! explosions! canon-typical violence! angst! i'm sorry but i'm not! i actually started fanfics as an angst writer so...sowwy
also, give this man a bunch of tiny robins and a scary Clark Kent. send tweet.
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“I don’t understand what’s the big deal,” Bruce said as he tugged his bowtie into place. You scoffed from where you stood across the room, one heel on and an earring halfway into your ear. The annual Wayne Enterprises Gala which touted “a celebration and appreciation of all of our amazing employees” was set to start in half an hour and here you were, arguing with the man of the hour in your bedroom.
“Of course you don’t understand,” you seethed. “Bruce, your kids just want to see their father outside of the suit sometimes, okay? I know you have this crusade. I know better than anyone what hell you put yourself through, but you forget that you are a father and a husband sometimes.”
“How can I forget when you’re so eager to remind me?” he snapped. You knew that he was stressed. There was a new player on the field that he hadn’t been able to nab yet and they were causing havoc around the city. You got it, you understood that, but he had missed Damian’s art show and prying the youngest out of his shell was already a Herculean task. Bruce’s failure to show up, despite you and Dick coming, seems to have instilled this idea of Damian being “unworthy of Father’s approval” and therefore, a failure. Nothing you could say or do was changing his mind and it was breaking your heart to see him like this.
You straightened up once you had your heel firmly settled on your foot and adjusted the skirt of your gown to fall straight before adjusting your earrings. Clearing your throat, you clasped your hands in front of you and waited for Bruce to look up from buttoning his tux.
“I understand that you have a worthy and noble cause. You forget, however, that I am your wife and that means I have duties too. I have supported you countless times throughout the years, I have taken in and loved every child you have brought home, and I have never once asked you to give up your night job. But if you ever speak to me like that again, Bruce Thomas Wayne, then you better have a good story for the press as to why I left you.”
With that, you walked out of the room and let the heavy oak door slam shut behind you.
He doesn’t have a chance to speak to you once the gala starts. You’re busy wining and dining various business executives and fellow billionaires, keeping them up to date on all of the charitable work the company was engaged in. Occasionally, one of the kids would steal you away to give you a break from the monotony of small talk and you appreciated it so much. You loved each and every one of your kids so much that it made your chest hurt at the very thought of the work they put in every night. Currently sandwiched between Damian and Duke, you felt a sudden urge to pull your sons in close and hug them tightly.
And that’s when you noticed the look on Bruce’s face.
“Something’s wrong,” you whispered. Duke nodded in understanding and Damian tried to wiggle out of your arms, but being the wife of Gotham’s resident vigilante had taught you some things. You spun Damian in closer and pulled Duke around him before turning and placing your body between them and the oncoming blast as the detonation ripped through the ballroom of the Tipton Hotel in downtown Gotham.
A high pitched ringing shriek reverberated through your ears when you came to. Multiple people were shouting and sobbing beneath the blare of the fire alarm. Someone was shouting your name and you desperately tried to focus on whoever it was. Your vision was blurry and you winced as a calloused hand rubbed your eyes before patting your cheek.
“Bruce…” you murmured once you could finally see. His blue eyes were full of panic, an emotion you rarely saw in the indomitable man. Why was he so worried? Did something happen?
Right. The explosion.
“The kids…are the kids okay?” you gasped out. He nodded and shouted something over his shoulder that was too quick for you to understand. Why was he here? He needed to be suiting up and hunting down whoever did this. You would be fine, you just needed to get to your feet.
“Stop. Stop moving,” he barked. You stilled instantly under his strong hands and took a chance in looking down. Warm, fresh blood stained the entire front of your gown and you inhaled a shuddering breath before you let your head fall back on the floor.
“Bruce,” you whispered. “Bruce. Did I do good?”
“What? Honey, you’re in shock. Just focus on staying awake, okay?” Worry laced his tone and you could feel him holding pressure on your abdomen. Was it shrapnel? Debris? You didn’t have time to focus on the specifics.
“Bruce, look at me.” His eyes met yours instead of the frantic, frenzied glances around the room. “Are the kids okay?”
“They’re fine. A few cuts here and there but they’re fine.”
“Did I do good?” you repeated. His brow furrowed at your question and he shook his head, indicating that he didn’t understand. “Bruce, was I a good mother? A good wife?”
Realization dawned on his face and you wished desperately that you could wipe away the tears building in his eyes. Bruce leaned down and pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead, as if anything harder would break you instantly, and then leaned back.
“You are an amazing mother and wife and when you are out of surgery, I will spend the rest of my life groveling,” he vowed. You chuckled at his promise and smiled up at him. Your handsome Bruce.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Your voice was growing weaker and he bellowed for a paramedic once again. They were coming, but not quick enough. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not after your anger and the fight and his idiocy. Not ever. He wouldn’t be able to survive if he lost you.
Bruce stood to let the paramedics prepare you for transport to Gotham General. Your blood soaked the white sleeves of his shirt and his hands, but he couldn’t feel his skin. For a brief moment, he thought about suiting up, but he knew better. Nightwing, Red Hood, and Black Bat were on the hunt. They would find whatever bastards did this.
He stared down at the puddle of blood on the ground where you had laid and, in a blink of an eye, saw your blood mingle with two others on the ground of an alley in the Bowery.
He couldn’t suit up. Not right now. He didn’t give a fuck if Jason buried a bullet in the head of whoever masterminded this fucking show.
If Bruce got into the suit right now, to hell with his code. Not even Clark would be able to tear him away from killing them slowly, one by one, until they knew he was coming and all they could do was wait in fear.
If Bruce Wayne lost you, he didn’t know what he would do.
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kolektsiakomah · 3 months
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IM EXPLODING list of things from the ocean saga from epic the musical i think abt A Lot
[this is a long fucking list]
the heartbeat accompanying odysseus' reminiscing of penelope n telemachus . im gonna cry [the horse and the infant]
THE FUCKIN SOUND PRODUCTION IN GENERAL ¿¿¿ THE WAR SOUNDS . ITS LIKR IM THERE [the horse and the infant]
violins intensifying when zeus mentions penelope n telemachus 😭😭😭😭😭😭 also thunderbolts and lightning very very frightening when zeus' verse comes on [the horse and the infant]
this . IM IN PAIN . this is sickening this is sickening this is sickening ive been crying abt this for 15 mins and counting. might be my father issues talking but the way telemachus probably doesnt even remember odysseus and knows abt his existence only thanks to penelope meanwhile this man is fighting for his LIFE every day to see them and hug them ☹☹☹☹☹☹ save me SAVE ODYSSEUS ↓ [just a man]
'i look into your eyes and i
think back to the son of mine.
you're as old as he was
when i left for war...
***
close your eyes
and spare yourself the view.
how could i hurt you?
i'm just a man
who's trying to go home
even after all the years
away from what i've known!
i'm just a man
who's fighting for his life,
deep down i would
trade the world
to see my son and wife!!'
PENELOPES WAITINGNGGGGG FOR HIKMMMMMM ¡¡¡¡¡¡ RUHHEGHHEHHGGGGG also eurylochus and polities are so bro . they were literally sworn bros stop it [full speed ahead]
the lil spooky sounds at the start of open arms ¿ so good . POLITIES I LOVE YOU YOU DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE SO SOON . he so was what odysseus needed at the time ↓ [open arms]
'a cave!!
you're saying there's a cave where we could feast?
and where do we sail to find this food-filled cave?
thank you :)'
athenas clock motive ¡¡¡¡¡ so good . the dont disappoint me was SO . OMINOUS . I LOVE QUICK THOUGHT MOMENTS [warrior of the mind]
THEYRE BROTHERS ¡¡¡¡¡¡ ↓ [polyphemus]
'over here!'
'look at all this food,
look at all these sheep!
i can't believe this cave has all this for us to keep.'
'i've gotta hand it you, pol,
this is quite the treat.
there are enough sheep here
to feed the entire fleet.'
POLYPHEMUS IS SO SCARY I LOVE IT . LIKE ACTUALLY SCARY i had actual goosebumps i gasped so hard when the whole boss battle started it was so full of suspension and tension and there was sm going on i was like ?@*@*#*×£@£€$£×*@*('(@(#(,"*"*' i cant fully express how this particular part makes me feel but when i was listening for the 1st time i was clenching my armchair so hard . deadass was on the verge of tears when polities got sniped and odysseus' men were screaming for their captain while polyphemus just slaughters them all . ALSO IM TELLING YOU ODYSSEUS LEARNED THOSE NEGOTIATION TACTICS FROM POLITIES [polyphemus + survive]
the complete silence after odysseus reveals his name . no triumphant music no cheers NOTHIJG just the creaking of the ship . and knowing that polyphemus is supposed to just Stare at the crew w his bloody gory eye and a smile ......... god fucking damn [remember them]
'this hurts athena.' in the script after odysseus snaps and goes YOURE ALONE ...... i mean go odysseus but ohhh . athena . ATHEJNNAAAAA [my goodbye]
JORGE TALKED ABT THIS BUT THE HARMONIES IN STORM ARE SO FUNKY ¡¡¡¡¡ AHHHHH STOOOoooOOOoooOOORM STOOOoooOOOoooOOORM THE LIKES OF WHICH WEVE NEVER SEEN BEFOREEEEE BRACE FOR THE STOOOoooOOOoooOOORM STOOOoooOOOoooOOORM WITH HOME SO CLOSE WE MUST BE PUSHING FORWARDDDD ‼️‼️‼️ [storm]
the absolute divine Island In The Sky melody in the middle of the goddamn storm made me levitate . i had goosebumps . polities would fucking love it [storm]
i was so sure for some reason that 'lead from the heart and see what starts' was a callback to open arms but it wasnt . hmm . WELL STILL . eurylochus literally says odysseus is the brother he could never do without oughhhhh ..... AND eurylochus is so real throughout this whole thingg no wonder hes the right hand man . [luck runs out]
aeolus' lil HAHAs are wonderful . i feel like shes def friends w hermes . also her song is such a bop ¿¿¿ got me grooving ¡¡¡¡ winions are so fjsjjsjwjwjaja theyre the definition of skrunkly . [keep your friends close]
this also broke me . any fucking interaction odysseus has w his kid and wife is sure to send me straight into my coffin . the way odysseus is pulled out from his bittersweet dream straight into new chaos and new problems . bro cant even communicate w his fam thru prophetic dreams hes so tired GIVE HIM PENELOPE N TELEMACHUS NOW ↓ [keep your friends close]
'the bag is still closed and i'm getting closer
to you.
penelopeee~
i can't wait to make some new memories...
telemachusss~
time for me to be the father i never was...
'just keep your eyes open...'
'why are my eyes and my heart and my soul
so heavy?..'
'just keep your eyes open.'
'i keep on trying to embrace you both,
why won't you let me?'
'just keep your eyes open!'
'so much has changed, but i'm the same,
yes, i'm the same!!'
'just keep your eyes open!!'
i lauf dramatic entrances poseidon is so extra ↓ [ruthlessness]
'OOOOOOOOOOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACA ‼️‼️‼️ do you know who i am.'
sea grandpa you absolute NUT ¡¡¡¡ HE SOUNDS SO GOOD ¿¿¿¿ AHHHHH the raspy voice fits him so well . the chanting at the start of the song made me chant too . POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON . he tried to chill w the waves guys . [ruthlessness]
PPL SCREAMING FOR THEIR CAPTAIN ¡¡¡¡¡ it always gets me idfk why [ruthlessness]
HES SO SILLY W IT ↓ [ruthlessness]
'ALL I GOTTA DO IS OPEN THIS BAG!! :P'
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*Cough cough*
A fic of senetor steve being and absolute SIMP for his wife after a whole Macho! Call me Mister Macho! I'm the whiskey makers best friend BITCHES! i'm the man, vote for me u assholes. lemme alpha up all in the bitch! Speech :3 Then entering the door and just all coo-y and ice cream puddly, and is dying inside coz he SOOO badly wants his shy omega wife to run her hands through his hair but she so fucking she and he knows he could ask her to but he doesnt WANT to ask her to. And the only way she'll do it is he makes her cry during sex. so he's all fidgetty during dinner. coz he really just wants her to scratch his head. And she's like, he's being so weird :( does he not like dinner? Why does he keep tilting his head at me when we were at the couch? He keeps ruffling his hair and if he does it one more time in gonna jump him- but i wont. Coz that wud make him mad :(
then hes like kay fuck it LETS FUCK (which is not loss to him at all really. and omega like oop ok no he's definitely ok and happy) and then during sex, she finnaly scratches his hair and he BUSTS. He just breaks and hes like FUUCKKKk OMEGA KEEP GOING! like A GOOD OMEGA LOVES ON THEIR ALPHAS LIKE THIS WHEN HE GETS HOME OMEGA. GOTTA DO THIS SHIT EVERYDAY U FEEL ME, GYAL?
and shes like o k...
and he spends a solid hour after comign home, with his head in her lap and scratching his head. The recorder is playing some old jazzy blues, their 100 kids are doing their hw on the coffee table infront of them, and damn if he doesnt feel absolute elated that he can feel their newest pup kick at his head from inside her belly.
He's just like "go at it bubs. i couldn't be happier."
then the interviewer asks him what he does to destress and he's goes dead silent. then just says some macho shit like "Golfing." and runs off.
everyone speculates that he really meant fucking coz his omega has a pregnancy announcement every other week but he knows. he knows his leg practically kicks when his omega is scratching his head 🤣
-🐝🖖
Bestie you’re genuinely SO funny like this made me laugh about ten times as I read it 😂😂 BUT it was also so hot 🫣🥵🥵
poyt!Steve totally WOULD give some macho misogynistic speech when he becomes senator. But really, he’s just so sweet for his baby omega wife, like SO soft for her! The moment he gets home, he’s literally all heart eyes. And HE LOVES when she scratches his head but ofc, he’ll never admit that!!! Ughh, I love how you wrote this… just Steve being so content with life and Stomega being domestic and in love and omega being all shy and just ahhhhh I LOVE THEM 🫣😍
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Neta: afternoon everyone. How's your weekend going?..... This place stinks of salmon
Warabi: ohhh look at you dressed all nice and fancy!
Candi: awww your suit matches cirrina's how cute!!
Mahi: blue tentacles suit you, you should keep them
Neta: not a chance..I was never a blue kinda guy doesn't match my vibe... Hears the closing key and the lock box key. Warabi I made you one too don't lose it.
Warabi: ok. Where are going looking so nice?
Neta: ex-wife's wedding
Mizole: HA! You're going to your EX -wife's wedding!!!??
Neta: Yes Mizole I'm going to my ex-wife's wedding! Just because we didn't love each other doesn't mean we didn't love each other okay!! I still care about her and want to see her thrive and be happy and she wants the same for me!....... *Sigh* welp........Don't destroy my store.
Candi: have fun!
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Neta: alright babe you got your cello?!....uh oh.. Cirrina.........look at you....... look so nice beautiful.............
Cirrina: hehe ... Thanks Daddy
Neta: aww.... [Kiss] ....... Every time I think about your future wedding day. It breaks my heart. You're going to look so beautiful and I'll be in the corner crying like an idiot. Ruining all the pictures!! [Kisskisskiss]
Cirrina: hehehe dad stop....hehehe I'm not getting married! I'm not into that kind of commitment. I want to be wild and free!
Neta: Yeah I said that to myself too when I was your age........... Now I got this guy roaming around in my apartment like he lives here, hey baby.
Ikkan: well at least I call and notify you that I'm coming over. You just come whenever you please without any warning I wake up in the morning and you're smothering me.
Neta: you love it when it's spontaneous. [Kiss] alright! Let's bounce!
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Neta: wow this place is really nice..... They really spruced up the underground.... It used to be a junkyard.
Ikkan: hmmm...*opening case* very nice..... where's the orchestra going to be?
Neta: look at you and your bassoon. You dork such a cutie. it's over there on the left..*gasp * look at my little girl with the orchestra. Hi sweetie! * waving*
Cirrina: *gasp* *waving*
Ikkan: so that's Rift?
Neta: *sigh*........ Yeah that's him. Sylvia's hubby to be.
Ikkan: hmm .. He seems nice right
Neta: Yeah he's a great guy..... He was in Sylvia's splatoon back in the day. Cici seems to like him too.
Ikkan: that's good I'll meet you after the wedding. I got to go with the orchestra, the wedding started.
Neta: ok babe bye[kiss]
*Orchestra playing*
Sylvia..*walking down the aisle* heheh.....*gasp* you showed up [smile]
Neta: [smiles back] hey syl!!
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[after wedding]
Sylvia: ohhhh you guys!!!! Look at you!! Neta!!! My baby Cici look at you two!!!! You two look so handsome in your matching suits just like mommy!!! Cici!! You are so good at playing the cello you improved so much and lkkan!! Thank you for playing the orchestra I appreciate it so much!.
Ikkan: heh it's no problem Sylvia
Sylvia:...*ugh* I never thought I'd have such a great family like this!! I need to stop.... this makeup is too expensive I can't cry... AHHHHH.[kisskisskisskiss] [hugging]
Cirrina: awwww Mom!!
Neta: Sylvia!! You know we're always going to be there for you!! Look at you! That outfit!! You look sexy in that suit mama!
Sylvia: awwww hehehehehe..
Rift:.hey now she's my wife. Remember, I don't want you eyeing my-
Neta: awwww you son of a bitch!! come here!! Don't I act like you don't remember we used to be allied splatoons!!
Rift: *oof *.... nice seeing you too skinny........ Hm Maybe you should change your nickname
Neta: hey! Shut up! I look good right Sylvia?
Sylvia: you look great! Healthier
Neta: * smug smile*
Rift:.........
Sylvia: hehehe my two boys are getting along. How nice....... Ikkan it's nice to finally meet you. Neta it's giving you too much trouble
Ikkan: Oh he is.
Neta: see your wife thinks I'm hot
Rift: She didn't say that!
Ikkan: *sigh* but he's worth it........ Babe stop fighting with the groom!
Neta: ok I'm sorry I love you.
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[Reception]
Neta: you look amazing syl....*sip*..... You look really happy
Sylvia: so do you... I've never seen you this content..
Neta: yeah..well finally got my life on track... I open the store. I have a second one about to open in 2 years now My fiance is going graduate soon. Speaking of my fiance, I'm getting married.
Sylvia:.heheh....*drink*.... You want to finish this conversation on the dance floor?
Neta: slow dancing with the bride who is also my ex seems? controversial don't you think?
Sylvia: Oh shut up come here........ So getting married?... That sounds fun... How is he? You know ikkan.
Neta: he's amazing. Smart, caring, kind, affectionate, honest..shy.. cute....... he's just... I love him so much
Sylvia: awww That's nice.... You have any ideas? For the wedding
Neta: we want something surrounded nature maybe like a greenhouse. Keep them looking for these greenhouse venues. We want something with a lot of greenery you know to compliment all the purple flowers and you know table cloths and everything.
Sylvia: That sounds nice........ Dose cirrina like him?
Neta: she loves him!. He loves her too... What about Rift?
Sylvia: *sigh* ... She adores him.... and he adores her. You know our daughter
Neta/Sylvia: she's spoiled rotten hehehehehe *sigh*
Neta:...........
Sylvia:............
Neta: I'm happy worked out for both of us
Sylvia: yeah...... . I wish Pulpo was here...*sniff* *crying* they would have been my maid of honor *crying*
Neta: hey no tears. They wouldn't want you to mourn on your special day... they're here in spirit... I know it ....... [Peck]
Sylvia: *sniff*........ You're right.... *Sigh*...... I'd probably have to kick them out and they probably dress better than me hehehehe
Neta: hehehehehe
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Rift: look at him.... wrapped around her like that.... You think they're the ones who got married..
Ikkan: hmmm I think it's sweet that they're still close to each other.
Rift:*humph* so you're not even a little jealous that your partner is dancing with his ex-wife
Ikkan: He's a very kind person with lots of love to give and he's willing to give to anyone who takes it. Whether it's romantic, platonic or whatever form it takes. It doesn't matter, when he cares about someone that feeling usually never goes away....... That's why I love him so much..
Rift: well that's you..... Break it up! Break it up! Get off my wife shoo shoo got out of here go
Sylvia: hehehehe ok ok calm down babe
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[hotel room]
Neta: *sigh* .... *Yawn* that was a nice weeding
Ikkan: it was....*yawn*..... Come here... [Kiss].... Ours is going to be just as nice
Neta: I hope so....... I love you ikkan.... I love you so so.......... so...............*snoring*
Ikkan: heh... I love you too......[kiss] Night cirrina
Cirrina: night
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Mahi had one line and they nailed it! @fish-at-fish-fish-resort
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Okay friends it’s time for WTB 6.01 - In Search of Tony ! I think @fatimagic might vibrate out of her skin with excitement that I’ve finally reached this ep. 😉 Kind of can’t wait to see what happens because I have absolutely no idea, but apparently it’s insane.
1. Family vacation in Jamaica! That is somehow gonna derail so badly that Tony is now sitting alone at this bar being depressed…
2. Starting this season with very big Angela hair 😂 It had really deflated last season and I kind of missed it.
3. Awww Tony is sad that everyone has plans without him…and he’s totally jealous of this aquatics instructor Angela is doing a session with 👀
4. Uh oh…some dude is about to ask Tony what he does for a living…this never ends well. Oooooh not as bad as I feared initially, but this guy is a head hunter making Tony feel stressed that he’s behind in picking a college major and getting on the path he wants for his life. 😭
5. “I don’t really have a wife”…that modifier is so loud Tony I see you.
6. OH SHIT ANGELA ALMOST DROWNED THANK GOD SHE’S OKAY SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME
7. Them fighting in front of a crowd with her half-naked cause she went skinny dipping is doing a lot of things for me…and now they’re going to (try to) spend the rest of the trip apart to prove they can have fun without each other…they’re so dumb!!
8. Angela sexy dancing as part of this talent show 😵‍💫 This ep actually was written just for me specifically and no one else.
9. YELLOW BENCH ! (I don’t know what this means yet but I was tagged by @fatimagic in a yellow bench post so I know it’s important) ahhhhh she knows he’s in pain after his tap dance routine because she knows he hurt is knee in the tenth grade when he was tackled 🥺 asfdjahsg she said she couldn’t have done her cut loose dance five years ago because he’s influenced her so much, always telling her to get out there and enjoy life more.
10. He’s upset that he wasn’t the one to save her from drowning 😭😭😭
11. “THE BEST TIMES OF MY LIFE ARE WITH YOU” I am fully losing my mind I will get back to you all in 5-7 business days
12. KISS KISS KISS KISS
13. “I DON’T THINK WE CAN DO THIS UNTIL WE’RE MARRIED” he is fully planning for them to get married and she is always dtf in these almost situations it’s so funny … she is losing it at the thought that he’s seriously thought them getting married
14. He sees her as his future but doesn’t know what that looks like. Does he work for her, does he date her and live somewhere else, does he marry her? Because Sam is going to college in a year and he started this job and situationship with Angela to give Sam a better place to grow up, and now he’s not sure what happens after that. 🥺
15. SHE WOULDN’T CARE IF HE MOWED LAWNS IN CENTRAL PARK (but he’d care 😩)
16. The many many many instances of Judith Light heart eyes in this ep are actually too much for me to handle…like I’m gonna go pass out now…
BEST EPISODE EVER !
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anonymolly · 9 months
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8, 15, 40, 71.
-T
8. Describe your crush
I always describe my dom who is no longer on here because I don’t like picking favorites among my mutuals (I have a handful of crushes because I am a softhearted slut). I will copy and paste and add some additional stuffs because I can always talk nice about him 🥰 I’ll bold the new things.
He is sweet and filthy and good with his hands and I love geeking out about D&D with him and because I am hormonal I am legally allowed to say that our kids would have the curliest brown hair and either big brown eyes or big blue ones if they were lucky enough to get his and my recessive genes. I love his voice and I love hearing about his day and I love how he makes me feel. I miss him lots even when we talk a bunch because I truly *cannot* get enough of him. I always feel so safe and comfortable with him and we’re currently working out some kinks in our communication but we’re always trying to be communicative about our feelings and our thoughts, it just doesn’t always mesh. I like him lots and he’s gorgeous and smart and funny and at any point in my life I would’ve wanted him as a friend. I feel really lucky that he’s around right now (even though I’m admittedly kind of a mess and not making a great impression) and I wouldn’t mind him staying forever. Eventually I’ll need glasses bc my eyesight is going and then we’ll have to worry about our glasses clinking and clanging but for now it’s just his specs (which I love, he looks SO GOOD in glasses oh my god I’m melting). He says he doesn’t mind my cold weather and my words leave him speechless and I give him butterflies (it’s mutual ahhhhh). He just makes me feel really comfortable exploring my feelings and my thoughts and my wants, and he always wants me to feel safe to be myself and focus on what I want/need. I sound like an 8 year old whenever I talk about him because aaaaaaaaaaaa head empty no thoughts just heart eyes but he’s really exceptionally lovely and even if he’s just some guy I want him to be MY guy yk? It’s almost enough to make me look past the fact that he is a Southerner (I’m a cunt from Boston)
15. Do you have any piercings?
I’ve got many! Right now, I have 20 (I also have a couple that are no longer in commission— a healed-over eyebrow piercing and a healed-over navel, so I’ve had 22 total but only 20 are still active). I think the only ones I have left that I want are a floating navel and a VCH, but I do miss my eyebrow frequently and I go back and forth on if I want a septum/Medusa/tongue.
But yeah— 20, mostly on my ears but also a nose ring and two nipple piercings. Here are the ears.
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40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?
Ugh yes I write poems when I’m in love. And it’s annoying. The most recent one was from this winter and it’s Long and Bad. My best ones were from when I was in love with the cowgirl down the street when I worked at the deli/meat department. Unfortunately she is now dating a guy who is a cop. But! This morning I texted her saying I was craving the beef jerky she made for me ONCE, THREE YEARS AGO and she responded with “OH MY GOSH I JUST MADE MY FIRST BATCH OF THE YEAR YESTERDAY, HOW DID YOU KNOW” so apparently I am a WITCH confirmed. But yes I write dumb sappy poetry what of it
71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?
I literally do not know, I very rarely remember my dreams. I remember one where I seduced my professor (who I was TAing for and taking classes with) and fucked him on the kitchen counter at his house while his wife was taking their sick child to the doctor. But idk. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thanks for the asks, T 🥰
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“I had something else for you if you were hungry.” He grabs at his crotch, smirking. JACKMAN…..later 😏
“Babe, you think this is cute?” You turn to face him, but you notice his eyebrows are furrowed and his nose is flaring, all signs to him being mad or annoyed. WHO DONE UPSET MISTER HARLOW 😑
He sits up, reaches for his phone and hands it to you. “She’s talking about how I’m disrespectful and that my music sucks. A whole lot of other stuff and it just got me upset, that’s all.” UH UH WHAT BITCH TALKIN ABT MY MAN LIKE DAT?!? She can come & TRY to catch these hands, cause ion play bout mine!!
You nod, “I agree. But baby, she doesn’t know you, she doesn’t know the real you. I know how amazing you are, how kind and well mannered you are.” AND THATS ON WHAT?! 🧏🏽‍♀️….MOTHAFUCKIN PERIOD.
“Y/N” He whimpers out, you can see his eyes are getting teary. “It was just stupid of me to listen to that.” Awwwww see NOW I’m whoopin EVERYBODY’S ASS, STARTING WIT THAT BITCH 👊🏽
“I’m going to marry you one day you know?” He smiles at you lovingly. 🤭🤭 it is givin wifey material huh?!? 🤭
“One day Y/N, and that day may come sooner than later. I’m going to make you my wife and we’ll have little mini us running around. You just wait.” He gives you a long and deep kiss, holding you close, heart to heart. 🥹🥹🥹
AHHHHH I HAVE MISSED YOUR FEEDBACKS!!!!!!!
I know you’re slowly coming back and everything at your own pace, so do not worry about rushing into it.
Lmaoooo, stop because when I wrote the crotch part, I was lowkey like this 🤭🤭
Wifey material at its finest 💅🏼
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Hi!! I was wondering if I could have a BoB ship?
I’m pale, sort of auburn-blonde, green grey eyed, 5’6” and fairly slender but with big boobs and hips.
I'm very passionate, always smiling, empathetic, sarcastic, smart, and easy going. I hide behind my humor so people can’t get too close, and I overcompensate my shyness by talking to everyone, so no one believes I really am. I’m riddled with anxiety and massively self critical and can be stubborn and proud. But I try to always put others first, and I like to challenge myself. I’m fiercely loyal once I let someone get close to me. I’m a nurse, and I’ve been told that instead of being like “work wife,” I’m “work jester” because I just go around trying to make everyone laugh.
I love animals, especially dogs (I have 9, plus 1 geriatric cat and 8 chickens). I also love learning about anything and everything; I spend a lot of free time listening to lectures or watching documentaries. I’m an avid traveler and reader. Music is very important to me, and I listen to just about every genre from every era. Drawing and painting are my catharsis, but I love doing anything creative.
Thank you in advance! 🦊
Thank you for your request, sorry for the long wait!!! <3
I ship you with… Don Malarkey!!
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Ahhhhh I was so torn on your request of who you’d match better? I definitely went for the more tender hearted, lovable, less in your face kinda guys????
When you mentioned how you used humour as a defence mechanism and also your selfless nature, I definitely leant towards Malarkey.
When you mentioned how you used humour as a defence mechanism and also your selfless nature, I definitely leant towards Malarkey.
I think Malarkey would definitely think you’re absolutely beautiful when he first lays eyes on you, let’s say somebody introduces you to one another and he goes all soft and shy??? He’s usually very playful, and maybe he is around your other friends, but around you he gets all nervous and a little awkward. It’s cute though.
lovesssss your hair, he thinks it’s such a unique and stunning colour that his eyes fixate on your fingers whenever they run through it.
Because you’re empathetic I think you could spot Malarkey’s shyness from a mile off, however because you’re so laid back and alwayssssss smiling it puts him right at ease.
adores your smile OMG, the two of you are grinning like Cheshire cats when you’re around each other and everybody can see what’s going on between the two of you.
I think you’d start out as besties who are secretly pining for one another and then one day (maybe after a couple of drinks) he kisses you and you’re shocked- he’s shocked too- but everything seems to work out perfectly from there.
he’s astonished by how beautiful you are and that you have the same feelings about him- most definitely asked ‘how are you this gorgeous’ and you’re literally like ummm idk that’s the 577th time you’ve asked me that.
Plays pranks on you the more comfortable you get with each other.
They progressively get meaner.
gets sad if you’re not smiling, really feels your emotions so he’s a super understanding guy.
he definitely doesn’t believe you when you tell him you were shy when you both met. Nothing could be as awkward as he was.
if you’re ever self critical or looking the slightest bit down, Malarkey notices this almost before you do.
he’d throw an arm around you and walk the two of you out to the most comfortable spot and kiss your forehead- ugh I’m so weak.
maybe if you’re working on rounds in the aid station and he can see you exhausting yourself, trying to boost morale, he’s the one that tells you, you need to rest.
in Bastogne he’d give you his hat and scarf- he’d never ever ever ever have his girl going cold or hungry or anything.
Very attentive, would ensure you’re not getting burnt out- and if you are then he’d talk you into just sitting for a good 30 minutes to rest.
doesn’t like you being in Bastogne, it scares the shit out of him- your relationship definitely becomes more mature??? Serious?? After this.
you’d be such a huge support for him after he looses Muck and Penkala. Seriously, just go give him a hug, he needs it.
after Bastogne you can see both your sarcastic, fun loving attitudes coming back. Of course it takes a while, but I think Malarkey really thanks you and is grateful for how truly amazing of a support you were to him and all the other boys, especially in Bastogne.
calls you Angel, love, my love.
Gets defensive if anybody is too nosy about your relationship- didn’t really think of it much, but after the war he’s really, deadly serious about marrying you and spending your lives together.
accidentally would mess up one of your drawings or paintings and almost cries- even if it’s a doodle on the back of a book or something.
sooooo soft and loving, like I said, always checking up to make sure what he’s doing is okay- this applies to during sex, I think especially after they’re finally moved off the line he’d be so attentive and caring.
those biceps, omg I’m blushing. Secretly loves it when you hold them. He’s not egotistical in the slightest so it makes him go all red.
loves animals just as much as you, it excites him the thought of you bringing home another animal, I think for a while he’d love having this as an escape after the war, whether it’s taking care of chickens or walking your dogs.
leaves you to your own hobbies in peace when you’re drawing or painting, but sometimes gets super involved and has drawing competitions.
you always win lmao.
gets surprisingly good at drawing???
You play music alllll the time in your house, and at first he acts embarrassed when you try to get him into certain songs and genres, but maybe a week later he’s humming along to the song, then the day after he’s singing it in the shower.
every song you play reminds you of him, so when you’re away he’d play them just for the comfort they bring.
misses you when you stay over at your friends for a night.
Would want lots of babies with you, he’s seen how good he can be at taking care of tiny, baby animals, so he gets more confident in his abilities of becoming a father.
would cry when his children are born, he’s super sentimental, and he’s a lot more open with his emotions with you than he’s ever been before.
family life is healing for Malarkey, the fact you’re such a patient and upbeat lover is super important to him.
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I ship you platonically with… Babe Heffron!
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Like you, Babe can get a little shy around new people especially, but he hides this well with how upbeat and chatty he is.
you both would click instantly, being a nurse you’d be a lot more accepting and caring of the replacements, so you’d get to know Babe pretty quick.
let’s say you’re attached to 2nd platoon, it makes sense that you’re closest to who you spend the most of your time with.
people like you are so important to have in the army, and out on the line as your bring morale up whenever it’s at its lowest.
babe see’s how much you hide behind your humour and worms his way in, probably asks you a million questions whilst you’re trying to sew up some poor guys forehead.
if you’re anxious I don’t think Babe would understand at first? He’d get a little worried and flustered and start hollering for Malarkey, but you assure him you’re fine.
Would just sit with you sometimes in silence, it’s the most comfortable and comforting thing for you both. Especially after Julian dies in Bastogne.
Constantly laughing together, talking about all kind of nonsense.
I think because you’re pretty creative you’d come up with fun little games to pass time, whether it be a new card game, or whatever else, Babe would LOVE to play.
I think you both bring out each others inner child.
asks you loads of questions about Malarkey, and Malarkey loads of questions about you.
both so loyal to one another, you’d definitely keep such a close eye on one another after the everything.
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thecyndimistuff · 3 years
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Wenwu the most powerful warrior in all of Earth’s history who has control of the entire planet after Ying Li smacked him into a pond with the grace of a ballerina:
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I've been thinking about husband nanami on our wedding night and like he just puts into a mating press and 9months later there's two little hims (one boy and one girl) crying in the middle of the night and he gets up to help feed them but he wouldn't have it any other way and he can't wait to put another one inside.
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Nanami Kento x f!reader
cw: smut, Husband!Nanami, pregnancy kink, body worship, lactation kink , not proofread
a/n: omg addfshshd I love this thought. It’s so domestic yet still full of love AHHHHH *screams* I want marry a manz like Nanami and I’d be set for life 🥺
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Half asleep, he turned the other side, the sheets ruffling softly as he did and draped his arm over to where his favourite source of warmth would be, brows furrowing to find it empty, the heat on that spot growing cold. Slowly as he came to, his ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of high pitched cries coming from across the hall.
Throwing the blanket off his form, he slipped on his Navy cotton plaid pyjamas before taking careful steps out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes on the way to the nursery. The wails gradually grew softer , finally comforted and calmed down. The white wooden door was slightly ajar and before making his presence known, he took a peek not wanting to intrude the little peace you’ve finally managed to create for the little ones.
Your humming was gentle and soothing as his eyes scanned the unlit room only illuminated by the moonlight. The two cribs were the first thing he sees and he took note of how one was empty and the little toddler on the other one was standing, tiny hands gripping the wooden bars looking onto the corner of the room. By where the bookshelf was, he finally found you. Sat and gently rocking in the rocking chair with your little boy in your arms, the straps of your silk chemise loosely hung off your arms, one of your breasts exposed as you nursed your son, your eyelids fluttering shut still longing for more sleep.
A soft smile tugged on the edge of his lips at the sight, his beautiful wife and his beautiful children all in one room was a peaceful sight he didn’t want to intrude on but always wanted no matter what, to be a part of.
Nudging the door softly open, he stepped inside, his daughter whining softly and bouncing impatiently in his crib as he looked at you. He scooped his daughter in his arms, the little girls with tufts of light blond hair burying her face into his chest, immediately comforted by his presence and like a miracle fell asleep within minutes.
“Ah,” you winced softly, the tug of your sensitive nipple latched on by your son being sucked and tugged too harshly. He was fast asleep and yet he was still drinking your milk. You softly sighed and decided to put him in his crib again, sleepy eyes taking in the room only for you to blink a couple of times to make out your husband’s bare torso bent over Yuka’s crib. “Kento,” you softly sighed, heart warming at the sight of him.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” He whispered, stilling the rocking chair so that you could stand and quietly make your way to your son’s crib.
“You looked really tired…” you replied just as hushed as his tone, leaning over the crib and gingerly placing your son in his crib, tucking him in with his favourite blanket. “Besides I can handle it on my own.”
Nanami softly sighed before gliding his hands around your waist and closing the gap between your back and his torso, his bare skin radiating warmth on yours. His lips brushed against your ear as he clasped his hands to lock you in his embrace.
“I know you can but you don’t always have to, we’re a team,” he rasped, eying the two little bundle of joys whisked away to dreamland.
“They look so much like you,” you giggled softly, bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck feeling his lips against that sweet spot in the crook of your neck. “Especially Kenjiro.” You smiled down at your son, caressing his chubby soft cheek.
Nanami hummed deeply, hands on your waist not able to resist the urge to let one roam higher to cup your aching, swelling breast while the other trailed lower to your sensitive mound.
“K-Kento,” you gasped, your walls clenching immediately quick at his hot touch. You were already dripping wet, a side effect whenever you breastfed and you squeezed your thighs shut, embarrassed when he finds out how slick your folds were but his deft fingers had breeched their way to your aching cunt.
“Mhm,” he lowly growled,satisfied to feel his fingers easily coat with your slick. . “Let’s take this to the bedroom so I can take good care of you. Show you just how much I appreciate you.”
You nodded and you were swooped bridal style in his arms, your hand coming to mouth to muffle your squeak of surprise. Nanami captured your lips in his as he carried you out the nursery, quietly closing the door behind the two of you before he laid you on the bed.
“Kento,” you whimpered, staring up at him.
His eyes wandered your form, loving the way your chemise was bunched slightly round your waist, the hem dangerously high up your thighs the matching silken lace panties with a saturated wet patch tempting him further.
“Darling,” he purred, running his hand up your leg, kneeling on the bed, cock hardening in his pants. “Why are you being so shy?” He teased, leaning over you, propped on his elbow as he let his hand trail up your body, missing your cunny on purpose. “I’ve touched you like this before…many, many, times.”
“We just…it’s been awhile,” you stuttered, voice small and meek, cheeks hot. “My body’s not the same as it was after having the babies,” you admitted, looking away, lips trembling, embarrassed.
“Your body,” he rasped, pulling down your chemise to expose both breasts heavy with milk. “has changed to carry two of our children. Be proud.”
A soft moan left your lips when his tongue licked a strip on your breast, lapping across your sensitive nipple. “K-Kento…”
“I know how much they hurt sometimes,” he purred, massaging your breasts, a shaky breath of relief leaving you. “Shall I relieve that pain?”
His narrow Fox eyes gazed at you with such intense warmth and adoration that you nodded without hesitation, the love you had for your husband making the familiar ache of desire pool in your lower belly.
Nanami watched your eyes flutter close when slipped his hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit while he massaged a breast in one hand while his mouth was latched onto the other.
“K-Kento…if you keep doing that—the sheets will get messy,” you shakily breathed out, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure sparked in your core.
“I’ll clean it up,” he replied, his mouth off your breast momentarily. You caught a glimpse of his salvia that had slicked your soft skin and how it glistened in the dark room, white milk leaking out your perked nipple.
Your cheeks heat up and your arms moved to cover your chest out of embarrassment, before you could do that, his lips latched unto your breast once more, eliciting a gasp from you.
Nanami was a little dissatisfied with himself at the thought of you being insecure of your body, he must not have been reassuring you enough with how much he adored you. The children took up your time while he was working, and even at night, when things would get just a little heated, the children’s cries would have the both of you up and alert to tend to them, the sexual tension immediately evaporating.
He pressed the pad of his two fingers against your clit, massaging them in circles slowly and tracing your slit to gather your wetness and spread it all over your cunt.The taste of sweet milk made he hum deeply, finding it beautiful that this was the milk that nourished his children. How could you be so shy of such a thing? Motherhood was a look he didn’t know he’d adore so much on you. Conceiving wasn’t hard for you and him as a couple, weeks after your wedding night you had began to feel ill in the morning, had cravings and mood swings that he was able to soothe. Those signs were were as clear as day.
Slowly, he slipped the two thick digits into your sopping cunt, a soft moan leaving you at the almost forgotten feeling. Your whole body ached with heat, needing to be touched everywhere to soothe that ache and your husband was doing just that. His blond hair was messy with sleep and his broad, toned upper body made your mouth water. It’s been so long since the two of you had been this close. Your hands ran along his back, feeling the ripples of muscle that moved when he did. Your nails indented into his skin when you felt his fingers curl inside of you, slowly pumping and easing his digits in and out of you with precision.
“K-Kento, n-need you,” you whimpered, begging for more, so easily riled up from his loss of touch for so long. “Please.” Your hips moved on its own, grinding yourself on his fingers greedily. “Don’t want to come on your fingers—mhmf—want you inside me.”
“As you wish,” he simply replied, sliding down your panties and discarding them somewhere in the bedroom. He stripped himself of his pyjamas before he settled between your thighs. His cock was erect and throbbing to be buried inside of you. You stared at the sight of your husband completely bare, remembering the many times his thick member stretched your walls and stuffed your cunt full.
And with how you laid before him reminded him so much of the cherished wedding night. You, laid on your back, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, lips wet as you breathed heavily. Completely vulnerable to him. And only him. The memory was completed and the wash of deja vu hit him when he pushed your thighs to your chest,cunt fully exposed to him now.
He positioned the underside of his cock against your slit, slowly rocking back and forth to coat himself with your arousal, a deep hum leaving him while a sharp inhale came from you. You wriggled your hips a little to tell him to not keep you waiting and if it hadn’t been so long, he would have preferred to prolong that pleading glazed look in your eyes.
“Impatient are we?,” he teased, before he sheathed himself inside you inch by inch, going slow to feel the way your walls open up and stretch to accommodate his girth. His name left your lips in sweet refrains, your fingers clutched the bed sheets and your back arched in anticipation, so utterly in need to feel him close.
“Kento, f-fuck me, please,” you whimpered, arms wrapping loosely around his neck and core clenching when he bottomed up, cock head snug against your cervix.
“You don’t have to ask twice, my love.”
Slowly he pulled back, watching the strings of your arousal rip apart from your cunt and his skin. You shuddered at the sensation, moaning wantonly and nails digging into his flesh. You were hot around his length, walls pulsating with need and clit so pink and swollen.
“Another one,” he spoke, your brows furrowing as you panted, searching his eyes for what he meant. He bucked his hips forwards, filling you to the hilt once again. “Let’s have another baby.” Before you could answer, he began to work a steady rhythm. The passionate paced glide of his cock in and out of your sopping cunt had you squirming and wrapping your legs around his hips to feel him deeper. Consumed by the delicious pleasure swirling in your lower body, you tried to move your own hips in tandem with his, moaning his name over and over.
“M-missed you,” you managed to blurt out, walls squeezing him tight. His pelvic bone brushing your clit with each deep stroke.
“I missed you too,” he groaned softly, thrusting into you with all his worth, missing the way your cunt hugged his cock, making you cry out in sinful indulgence. He was going to make you swell with child once again. He needed to. “You take me so well, darling. Can you feel me? Feel me here?” He pressed his palm against where your womb would be, the pressure applied adding to the lust that made your head spin.
“K-kento! D-Don’t,” your head shook from side to side, the feeling too intense. But he didn’t stop. No, not with the way your cunny was sucking him in, almost begging to be filled with his cum.
His skin was hot against yours, both of you glistening with sweat in the dimly lit bedroom that soon filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Kento’s deep grunts, your muffled moans and the slippery wetness of your cunt. Your body jolted with each thrust and Nanami watched in a trance at your cute lewd expression and the way your heavy breasts bounced, pearly white milk dribbling from your pebbled nipples. The added fullness of your body from your pregnancy making you curvier, sexier. Even more tempting than you already were.
His hand grabbed your soft breasts, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers as he continued to rut into you, his head dipping to your chest to lap the sweet honey from your tit. Your back arched into Nanami, your oversensitive breasts making your stomach coil.
You babbled his name over and over like a chant, your fingers finding purchase in his soft blond locks. Your grip grew tighter making your husband moan against your breast, signalling you climax. Whie exploded behind your eyes as everything came crashing down, your cunt clamping around his cock as you came. Nanami came soon after, not being able to hold back his own orgasm. You softly moaned at the sensation of his cock twitching inside you, hot ropes of his cum filling your womb, your body shivered in delight.
Nanami remained for a couple of minutes still inside of you, relishing in the long missed closeness and intimacy that had not occurred in a long while before pulling out, ready to hold you in his arms after cleaning you up.
But before he could get off the bed to grab a towel, your hand held his wrist, tugging him not to go as you shifted from your laid position to your hands and knees. Nanami swallowed thickly at the sight. Your plump ass up in the air, giving you a view of your cunt stained with his white cum, your hand reached under you to spread your folds for him, still needy for more. Greedy.
“M-more,” you softly spoke, your lustful gaze locking with his eyes, his lips between his teeth, cock twitching to life once more.
In a blink of an eye, he was settled behind you, his hands gripping your hips, tightly. What kind of husband would he be if he denied such a sweet simple request?
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do you think nanami would be the kind of husband that's like "wait i think i left something" before going to work and proceeds to crash his lips on his wife's (us, obv 🤭) because I can't stop thinking about it and I know you write REAL good nanami content ahhhhh 😩😩😩
((sorry if this ask is pushy or smtg but i just love your nanami hcs so much. I too would want to be his lil housewife 🥺))
BBY PLS you're not being pushy at all, this ask is literally so precious wtf 🥺💕
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Nanami is such a lovesick fool, a big ole romantic dumby dumb, so of COURSE he would do something like this!!
Nanami tries to be quiet when he wakes up, moving out of bed slowly as to not disturb you, but somehow you always wake up and meet him in the kitchen to make him some coffee. I like to imagine that he prefers when you make his coffee, treasures the dash of cinnamon and nutmeg that you sneak into his cup. Sure, he could easily add it himself, but there's something so domestic about you making it, your eyes half-closed with sleep, trudging around the kitchen, insisting on making him some coffee before he starts his day.
He'll make you breakfast, of course. If you're too tired to eat, he'll store it in the fridge so you can heat it up later. Once his breakfast is made, he tries convincing you to go back to bed: "It's alright, love. I can eat by myself. You should get your rest." You always refuse, stubbornly dragging your chair next to his so you an lean against him as he eats.
He loves you, he loves you so much it could be considered painful. He wants nothing more than to finish eating and take you back to bed, getting back into his pajamas and snuggling under the sheets with you, forgoing all responsibilities for a few more hours of much needed rest.
But he's an adult and he's already made commitments. Besides, how else will he take care of you? He needs to keep his job, he needs a steady income if he wants to keep you safe and content.
He'll wash his dishes as you lean against the counter, waiting for him to leave. He'll adjust his sleeves, pulling on his suit jacket, taking his weapon in his holster as he turns to the door. He hears you huff unhappily behind him, and it takes everything in his power not to smile at the frustrated sound.
"Oh dear, it seems I've forgotten something." He turns back to you, feeling his heart soar at your pretty pout, your expectant gaze. He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you, raising your chin slightly before he kisses you. It's sweet and tender, fueled by passion. He savors the little sigh you give at the contact, grunts softly when you grab his suit and pull him down to you, kissing him harder. What he wouldn't give to pick you up, carry you back to your shared bed and worship every inch of you the way you deserved...
But duty calls. He reluctantly pulls away, lip quirking when he sees you follow, pouting when his lips are out of reach. He gives you a soft smile, cupping your cheeks, stroking them with his thumb.
"There. I believe I'm ready to go to work now." He kisses your forehead for good measure, pulling away. He only stops when you grab his wrist, looking back to you.
"Be safe," you mumble quietly, holding back a yawn. You're perfect, precious, the best thing that's ever happened to him. He's so lucky to have you. He raises your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.
"I always am."
He leaves, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. You yawn harshly, feeling the strain in your jaw as you turn, walking down the hall. You slip back under the covers, pulling his pillow to your chest, breathing in his scent as you drift back to sleep.
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· Cloudberry Flavored Midnight Cravings ·
Request: by a lovely anon “Hola!!! May I please req a Tommy fic wherein he and his wife are sleeping and then his wife suddenly woke up hungry in the middle of the night and is craving for a very particular weird food that they don’t have and Tommy have no choice but to search the whole Birmingham just to satisfy his wife. Just Tommy being soft and husband material🥺🥺 I’m so sorry if it’s too detailed. My mind can’t explain it without going all out 🤣😅 Thank you so much! Your fics have been nothing but phenomenal and the best💯💖”
Author’s note: This request was too soft I can’t ahhhhh I loved writing it and I hope I did it justice and as always, I wish you all the loveliest of days! ❤️
Warnings: none
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After tossing and turning for a good couple of hours, Y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. Flashes of biscuits invaded her mind as she tried to fight her thoughts into sleep. Sinking in bed and tossing one more time she sighed . And before she could go back to sulking in that awful sucky feeling of discomfort and hunger, she heard his voice.
“Can’t sleep?”
“No” she mumbled as she laid on her back to look at the ceiling “I can’t stop thinking about food”
“Anything in particular your heart might desire?” Tommy asked softly prompting himself up on his arm
“Chocolate cookies with cloudberry jam” she sighed letting the picture of her craving invade her mind one more time.
“I can go get some from the kitchen” he reassured with a chuckle at her odd craving “I’m sure I saw some biscuits in the pantry after dinner”
“Yes, but we ran out of cloudberry jam yesterday, remember Finn loves it so too” she said tragically.
Tommy pondered on this information for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the chair where his clothes from the previous day laid.
Taken aback by his reaction, Y/n questioned him.
“Benjamin’s store might still be open” he murmured as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
“But it’s the middle of the night” she said, her heart fluttering at Tommy’s willingness to satisfy her cravings.
“it’s alright, love. He’ll be open” he answered calmly, after all Benjamin’s shop was protected by the blinders. If Tommy wanted to buy at 1 in the morning, Benjamin would sell at 1 in the morning.
“be careful, then” she smiled knowing that she wouldn’t dissuade him from going and about half an hour later, Tommy was stepping into the bedroom again. A small jar filled with a yellowy mush on one of his hands and a platter with some chocolate biscuits on the other.
“I cannot believe you got it” she smiled as Tommy sat in bed “was Benjamin open then?”
“Well, he was out of jam” he said as he opened the jar “said Madam Rosmerta hadn’t dropped off her jam batch today so I went to her house”
“Jesus, Tommy” she laughed at the idea of him roaming the streets of Birmingham in search for cloudberry jam “And what did she do? When you went banging on her door at bloody 1 in the morning”
“She was surprised alright” he began spreading the jam on top of the biscuit with a laugh “but when I explained it was for you she smiled and sold me a jar”
Y/n laughed again in pleasant disbelief as her husband handed her a biscuit with the mushed fruit on top. She sighed in bliss and closed her eyes after taking the first bite, letting the mix of sweet and tangy flavors fill her every senses before eating the whole biscuit.
“Was that what you were imagining it to taste like?” he inquired with a tender expression at his wife’s reaction.
“Yes” she professed fixing her eyes on him.
“Thank you so much” she continued while pushing the biscuit platter to the side so she could scoot closer to him. Cupping his face in her hands and looking lovingly into his eyes she whispered a soft “I love you” before pressing her cloudberry flavored lips to his.
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