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tan, hooked nose al haitham i love u

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men with a busted lip and a bruised eye hmmmmm men with a busted lip and a bruised eye who ask you to clean them up. and you do and you stand in between his legs as he places his hand just below your ass. and he smiles up at you because you’re his sweet little angel

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i'm sorry shanks is not dropping people with Aura alone

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armpit hair and happy trail hair my beloved…….

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i bought a slow cooker i really wanted which means it’s time to make soup

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prince kuroo of yap kingdom w the rival kingdom's duchess qi 👑

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one thing i hope i can do next year is get a cat

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alhaitham: i like reading

me, pretending to be a book:

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let me love you. tags : fluff, fem!reader, suggestive, period, cramps wc : 1,1k synopsis : he's there with you, in health and in sickness... and during periods

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“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?!”

The smell of Wriothesley's cologne, the blue in his eyes so bright, and the toothy grin on his face. Everything about him did unimaginable things to your body. To your goddamn hormone driven body. 

And the worst was, he knew very well where this conversation was going.

And then there were those incredibly thick arms. With light veins trailing along his biceps, and triceps shaped so perfectly that you really struggled to contain the urge to simply sink your teeth into his thick and corded flesh.

“Like what?” he chuckled and shook his head as you blocked his path, your index finger digging into his broad chest in an accusatory manner.

“Like that!” you stressed and plucked at the stretchy material of his tight black compression shirt. It clung to him like a second layer of skin, accentuating every single muscle in his torso in a way that made you, and unfortunately other fellow females, drool like goddamn dogs. “You don’t have to see your muscles in order to train them.”

Was a plain loose cotton shirt too much to ask for?

“Darling, you’re being ridiculous.”  he muttered with a raised brow before leaning down with a grunt to slip his trainers on. “It's just my training gear?”

It was futile. It always has been. Wriothesley has always been so passive about his looks that you sometimes even wondered whether he was simply unaware of his attractiveness.

“You're right.” He sighed at the overly saccharine and enthusiastic tone in your voice, because there was no way that you were actually agreeing with him. “I am being ridiculous, even miserable, over the fact that my husband is going out and getting ogled by other people while I can just stay at home and bleed to death.”

You deliberately stepped aside, stretching your hand out with a dramatic swing towards the door and shot Wriothesley a poisonously sweet smile. “There you go. Have fun, darling.”

As fast as it came, your forced smile dropped again as you stepped back and trudged with heavy steps past him and back into the living room. Of course, Wriothesley didn't miss the little sharp inhale that sounded from you as you briefly clutched your lower stomach. 

Now, that would explain why you were being so cranky the past two days.

With the thin throw blanket draped over your body as you were lying on the couch, you jerked your head up when Wriothesley’s fingers combed through your hair. About to make a blunt remark about why he was still there, you were quickly shut up by his suddenly soft demeanour.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He asked before he crouched in front of you, his hand tenderly cupping the side of your face.

You nodded, shyly gazing to the side as you suddenly felt a tinge of guilt bloom inside you while watching Wriothesley be so gentle with you, despite you being a moody bitch.

"Did your painkillers help at all?"

You shook your head.

Giving you a thoughtful stare before getting up, Wriothesley left the room as quickly as he had entered it. The sudden disappearance should have left you feeling dejected, disappointed even to be left back in such a vulnerable state. 

Yet as you sat up, blanket pooling around your waist, all you felt was curiosity. Because if you knew one thing about your husband, then it was that he would never turn his back on you while being fully aware of the fact that you were not feeling well. 

Your curiosity was even further piqued when Wriothesley came back with one layer of clothes less, solely clad in underwear, and a clean towel draped over his shoulder. 

“You know what? Maybe I do like your skimpy black shirt.” A nervous chuckle escaped you as you tried to press yourself further into the cushions of the couch, hoping that it would allow you to make yourself disappear. You had an idea what this was all about, and you weren’t sure whether you liked it or not. Your body definitely did, however your mind was screaming at you to run and hide. 

“Here or the bedroom?” The way he tilted his head so innocently almost made it seem as if he asked you if you preferred to dine here or in bed. Though the activities he had in mind had definitely little to do with consuming food, and involved more… intimate matters. “Although, I believe it would be more comfortable for you in bed. That way you won’t have to strain yourself while I-”

"Okay, okay, I get it.” Hell, why did he always have to be so straightforward? Whether the heat that suddenly overcame you was from the immense pain that you were in, or due to your lover’s very, very attractive offer, you weren’t sure. 

But your heartbeat which you could all of a sudden feel in more than only one place, was proof that he definitely was partly responsible for your body’s reaction. “Wriothesley, my love. No. It always gets messy, and I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything just because I-"

"Hey, when have I ever minded? And besides-" The couch dipped as his large form took a seat beside you, his scent and warmth enveloping in a blanket of comfort that magically seemed to ease the cramps. You felt him settle his hand on yours which you had been desperately pressing against your lower abdomen to dampen the pain. Obviously, without success. 

As his thumb traced your knuckles and the little dips between them, you noticed the small crease on Wriothesley’s forehead which made it seem as if your state was aching him more than you. "It helps, doesn't it?"

The mix of determination and fondness that you could discern in his soft blue eyes easily made you cave. So with a deep inhale and exhale, you timidly nudged his thigh with yours as you gazed to the carpet beneath your feet and spoke quietly. “T-The bedroom then.”

You let out a soft gasp when his hand grasped your wrist, pulling you up and throwing the blanket that you’d been covered with haphazardly over the armrest of the couch. You had a feeling that he was about to enjoy this more than you were.

“I guess it will be a different kind of workout today.”

“Oh my god, baby. You didn’t just say that-”

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delivery 4 miss risuuuuuuu ( & other tartaglia luvrs )

nini i’m so—

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WHATS YOUR PROBLEM

Ayato has a raging breeding kink btw. He wants an heir so badly, and he wants to see you waddling around the estate, laughing under the sakura blossoms, lounging about on your bed, belly swollen with the heir he’s always dreamed of. But on the low, he also wants everyone to take one look at your baby bump and know what he did

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being attacked by everyone today it seems

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@seoulmatez

Gyrus cinguli looking aah

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me thinking about risu giving ajax backshots:

👁️🫦👁️💦💦💦💦‼️‼️🔥🔥💥

i imagined you sitting in the cuck chair like this:

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fave streamer said childe is boring looking and i felt my heart break into a million pieces

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Ayato has a raging breeding kink btw. He wants an heir so badly, and he wants to see you waddling around the estate, laughing under the sakura blossoms, lounging about on your bed, belly swollen with the heir he’s always dreamed of. But on the low, he also wants everyone to take one look at your baby bump and know what he did

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i love the idea of your selfships picking up your mannerisms and your way of speech or vice versa! i love imagining how the more time you spend together— the more people are able to see the other half in each of you!