nanami accidentally made you cry.
(by being too sweet)
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to say you’ve had a bad day would be an understatement.
it wasn’t even about the things that had gone wrong anymore, you couldn’t even say one thing that did go right.
your alarm didn’t go off this morning, you woke up after four hours of sleep terribly sluggish and also incredibly late. breakfast was a luxury you didn’t have time for, forcing you to go without food until lunch break, only to realize you had forgotten your wallet at home. luckily, your phone battery survived until the payment you made for a sandwich before it died, because of course, the charger head wasn’t plugged in correctly last night as the cherry on top to the disaster that is today.
you walked home with a heavy shoulder and were practically dragging your feet, dreaming about a hot shower and the warmth of your blanket on your bed. a routine that currently felt like an indulgence, something so close that you could almost test it but also so far away. your brain focused on the surface of your path as you counted your steps on the way. the act was the only thing that’s keeping you together, knowing that as soon as you let yourself think you wouldn’t be able to hold it together anymore. afterall, you’d be able to cry as much as you want when you’re home.
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“welcome home, love. i took the liberty to use the spare apartment key you gave me a week ago, i wanted to surprise you with dinner. i hope it’s okay,” your boyfriend greeted with a gentle smile as you arrived home, a pink apron tied nicely around nanami’s body. still in a trance, you didn’t manage to give a reply as he continued on with a proud smile, seemingly very excited about the ordeal.
“i made curry. your favorite. do you want to eat or do you feel like taking a shower first? i’ll keep it warm while you do it,” he claimed with ease, a voice so soft it brought you back to the ground, feet planted on earth. his very existence slowly washed away the piling resentment you’ve collected all day.
tears suddenly streamed down your face, flowing freely like a floodgate that has finally opened.
nanami was very visibly taken aback, he approached you frantically then swooped you right into his embrace. “sorry. was it me? did i say something wrong love? it’s okay, we don’t have to eat curry if you don’t want to. want me to order for take out instead? i didn’t want it anyways i was just bored,” he gently cooed you, brushing your tears away with his thumb, the softness of it all almost made you burst out crying all over again yet the sight of nanami panicking because he thought you were upset over the food and was still trying his best to be considerate despite all the efforts he had put made you let out a breathy chuckle.
sweet sweet man.
nanami wasn’t convinced by your laugh, hands kept working on your face to wipe away the lingering sadness on your face. “curry sounds perfect, ken. thank you so much,” you whispered, closing your eyes at the gentle kiss he planted on your left eyelid.
“are you sure? we can just put it in a fridge and save it for tomorrow,” he said with a serious expression, somehow still under the impression that the meal he cooked was the source of your distress, and he wanted to remedy that.
“silly man, that’s not why i was crying. i just had a very long day and i don’t know, something about you being here and taking care of me makes me so happy and relieved that i just… lose it i guess,” you said, at the verge of another wave of sobs. and you just knew this man would be here to take care of that too.
the explanation did nothing to his hug, he held you tighter instead, bringing your head to his chest. the steady thump of his heart stripped your weariness away, leaving you vulnerable but not any less safe, because nothing has ever felt more secured than the feeling of being in his arms.
“i see, i must have looked so silly assuming like that. sorry to hear that, love. i’m here now. let yourself relax, i’ll take care of everything for you. why don’t you sit down for a little while i run the bath?” he whispered, caressing your hair tenderly. over and over, and he smiled as you slowly melted away under his touch, shoulders loosening.
“that’d be nice,” you replied meekly. but when he was about to pull away you didn’t realize how much you would miss the sturdiness of his body as you chased him, bringing yourself to cling into his chest once more. “on second thought, let’s stay like this for a little more?” you mumbled, the familiar scent crowding you like a lifeline. pulling you up from your own mind what was working overtime.
nanami didn’t hesitate in returning his arms to their initial position, wrapping you in the most comfortable hold in the world, like he’s holding his entire world.
“of course. whatever you need.” he said lightly, looking like a man who’s ready to move mountains for you, to go along with whatever wish you had.
“thank you ken.”
“i don’t think i’ve done something deserving of your thanks, love. let’s get back to that when i’ve seen your smile back on this beautiful face, alright?”
leon kennedy who relieves his stress by eating you out.
2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.
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leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face. you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent. still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding.
you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush.
fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough.
he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.
”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.
“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment.
he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement. there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?
leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.
he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.
there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.
you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control.
or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that.
your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.
”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check.
“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand.
leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn.
you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please.
“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.
his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.
“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.
insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more.
and more he took.
”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away.
“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.
“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering, every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.
“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could.
you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry.
“um, leon?” you called carefully.
“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry.
“aren’t you done?”
he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it.
“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”
“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”
“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”
and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.
he made you cum twice more after that.
well long story short, it turned out all leon had to do to relieve his stress was to eat you out.
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
grumpy neighbor!nanami kento au | pre-relationship
that time when the resident grump accidentally called you an endearing petname.
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“remind me why i let you in my kitchen again?” the blond said exasperatedly, seeing the overly excited energy painted all over across your feature, one hand on the knife in a way some would say too enthusiastically.
“because i’m great company and i bring joy to your life?” you shrugged, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“the only thing you’re bringing me now is a massive headache.” he took the sharp metal from your grasp, gently putting it on the kitchen counter. “turn around, wear your apron properly,” he reprimanded as you did what he asked almost immediately, an amused snort came out of him at your prompt reaction.
“i like the cats on it by the way, didn’t think you were the type,” you claimed, trying your hardest to ignore the warmth of his knuckles grazing on your back as he tied the navy apron with animated felines printed all over the fabric.
“i don’t know what image you have of me, and i don’t think i want to. but i like catching you off guard,” he said with a slight smile, currently folding the sleeves of his blue shirt. the sight had you in a trance before you turned away quickly, realizing you were ogling the man who lived next door shamelessly.
“well this isn’t enough, if you really want to do that try telling me that sometimes you cook on your own while wearing an apron and nothing else,” you said playfully, catching the man off guard instead.
“good god. you shouldn’t be allowed to talk sometimes,” he said wearily, though there’s a familiar twitch at the corner of his lips, a gesture he often wore when he spoke to you. a resignation that could only be found in someone who’s defeated, having been used to to your antics.
“alright, why don’t we just start? can you chop some garlics while i prepare ingredients for the broth?” he asked, looking over at the recipe for the meal you both were about to make on his phone. you saluted, going to the cutting board that’s already prepared by the tall man beforehand.
naive nanami.
he really thought things would at least get a little calmer when you started the cooking process, but you didn’t let the man rest as he went to look at you to check over, finding someone who’s currently handling a knife like it’s a rubber toy.
“sweetheart, please, you’ll cut off your finger that way.” he approached you quickly, softly taking the sharp thing off of you before he froze like a stone statue. a deafening silence descended between the two of you.
no longer minding the garlic that’s begging to be chopped in front of you anymore, you turned around slowly — a shit eating grin loyal to your face, even when finding nanami whose cheeks now were covered in pink, apparent, even when he tried to cover his face with one hand.
“well, well, well,” you said, stretching it out like it was some kind of scene in a movie.
“don’t.” he turned his back, refusing to entertain your behaviour, opting for staring into nothingness as he wished the moment would just pass, like nothing happened. although not one bone in his body believed that his wish would come true.
“so you do care about me,” your toothy smile stayed, the man could practically hear it even though you’re no longer on his vision. the slip up aside, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the peek of the softness he had carefully hid, a side you wanted to bask under once more or maybe twice.
“i think you knew that already,” he said, rubbing the spot at the back of his neck.
“and i love hearing about it.”
“you’re never going to live this down aren’t you?”
carlos oliveira, a man whose charm lies in all easy smiles and practiced ease, a perfect picture of someone with pliant composure. except in rare moments such as this one, where you had his cock down to your throat, reducing him to a spluttering mess who could barely let out tangible words at the feel of your tongue.
”f-fuck, baby, your mouth is—“ he cut himself off when you took him deeper, groaning deeply as the grip of his hand on your hair was tighter, doing anything he could to keep himself on the ground, but it proved to be a very difficult feat when he’s practically having his soul sucked out of him.
you pulled away, not giving him a break as you palmed his length, stroking the wet skin up and down, glistening from your saliva. carlos gazed at you as though he’s in a haze, closing his eyes when once more your lips met his member, tongue trailing from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip in an agonizing pace, enjoying the low grunt that came out of his mouth way too much.
”meu amor, p-por favor,” he pleaded, but didn't know what it was exactly he was asking for. but when a loud moan escaped him the second your mouth enveloped his penis the answer came easily. you started bobbing your mouth up and down genuinely, taking his dick like it’s the last chance to do it, cheeks all hollowed as you focused on pleasuring him. popping out the head with a sound intentionally every time you pull it out, repeating the motion knowing how much it drove him crazy.
“j-just like that, baby. fuck, take all of me. eu sou seu (i’m all yours),” he murmured, his lips could barely hold himself from the string of curses he let out, completely at mercy under your touch, a willing captive of your playful tongue, full of teasing yet he basked under that gloriously. luckiest man alive, that’s what he considered him to be. from the moment you knelt down in front of him a moment ago, unzipping his pants.
the sight of you lapping up his dick like it’s the most delicious feast you’ve ever tasted made him even more turned on, the warmth of your mouth sent him flying off to nowhere, a sensation as though his head was in the clouds; floating away as the continuous pleasure built up.
“baby, vou gozar na sua boca (i’ll cum in your mouth),” he gritted out, teeth fighting against each other. an overwhelming sensation bubbled up within carlos, his spine reached a boiling point as his balls tensed up, cock twitching and pulsing into an explosive release. a euphoric sensation descended on the man, waves of delight crashed over him again and again as his legs stuttered.
his hand moved weakly on his shaft, massaging out remaining white liquid into your mouth, some painted your face abstractly. he panted, consciousness slowly fading in like he just came down from a high, cock still limping on your lips that’s currently forming a smirk.
“did i do good?”
carlos let out a chuckle, fully intending to play along although he knew that you knew exactly the answer.
it took carlos less than a second to know that something was wrong, his feet carried him swiftly to approach you. “everything alright, princesa? você tá bem?” he asked softly, getting a hold of both of your fist you didn’t realize were clenched tight. his finger brushed over your knuckles softly, the familiar gesture relaxed you immediately, tension melting away under his touch.
his thumbs didn’t stop themselves from rubbing the back of your hand, a quiet sign to take your time, take a breath. he will stay there for as long as you need.
“can you just hold me for now?” you asked, voice barely above whisper. “thought you’d never ask,” he replied easily, bringing you into his warm embrace. one hand wrapped tight around your waist, the other behind your head as he guided it to rest on his shoulder. he stroked your hair, murmuring sweet nothings with that soothing voice of his.
”i’m here, minha vida. i got you,” he whispered against your ear as you felt the exhaustion within your bones slipped away slowly, being in the arms of someone who’s so safe, so secure. a hold that felt like a blanket after a cold day of rain, like a shade beneath a tree under the sunny weather.
“thank you for being here.”
“what? you think you’re getting rid of me that easy? whatever you need, and whenever, i’ll be there baby. always.”
leon kennedy
”what’s wrong?” he asked, a little frantic. he cupped your frowning face, tilting it softly left and right, up and down to check for any visible injuries. when he didn’t find any he let out a quiet sigh in relief, before focusing all of his senses on you, trying his hard to get a read from your expression, although he was not the best at it.
”i’m fine, just the world, i guess,” you mumbled, burying your face into his chest, in which leon welcomed happily as he wrapped both of his arms around your back.
“want me to fight it for you?” he asked with a serious tone, you couldn’t help but smile at his antics. a hand rubbed your shoulder, you pulled away your head just to see him already staring at you with eyes still full of concern.
”no, you’ll lose,” you said with a small smile, and leon mirrored that expression. “you think so? i think i could do it. made it out with just a few scratches, as long as i got to see this smile on your face,” he spoke tenderly, as though he’d really truly do it if the chance arose.
he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.
“do you want to talk about it? you always told me it’s bad to bottle things up,” he said lightly as you narrowed your eyes. at the action of him throwing your words back at you, the things you had said when leon had been stingy in telling you about his feelings. you couldn’t help but grimace at the irony, especially when he’s right.
”no rush. i have all the time in the world. and every single of that second is yours.”
chris redfield
chris was grabbing himself a cup of water when you run up to him, your stuff was on the floor behind you, abandoning them all without care as you only had one thing on your mind. to be in the comfort of your boyfriend’s big arms.
the man did not even flinch from the sudden approach, easily swooping you up with a hand under your thighs while the other was still holding a mug. you wrapped your legs around him, arms meeting at the back of his neck. “you okay?” he asked, putting the ceramic thing on the dining table as he led you to the living room.
he sat down so now you’re straddling his lap, melting like a puddle atop of him. you shook your head gently, the only response you could offer him at that moment.
“talk to me, sweetheart. what happened?” his voice was rough with worry, hands rubbing your sides like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, the only thing that’s holding him back from finding it out himself.
“just a long day. i’m tired,” you mumbled into his neck, his hold felt like a warm bath to your sore muscles. a place where you felt the most protected, where you knew everything was going to be okay after all.
”i’ll believe it for now,” he relented, choosing to focus on easing the tense that’s radiating off you right now, his hand getting to work with the gentle rubs and massages, his touch was gentle despite his frustration towards his own helplessness. “but whatever it is, let me help.”
”you are helping me,” you emphasized. chris held you tighter, disbelieving. he could do more, he knew that. and he’ll try his very damn best to figure out how.
"ken, are you even listening to me?" you scolded the man lightly, after finding he had planted yet another kiss to your face as you spoke, his expression was playful when he pulled away; almost childlike.
"i am. what made you think otherwise?" both corners of his lips turned upward just a tad, as though unmoving if you didn't know any better, if you hadn't spend the past few years of your life staring at your husband's handsome face, memorizing its features.
you narrowed your eyes in disbelief but spared him anyway, decided to continue away the story you'd been telling him. "and then she said..." you carried on, chattering animatedly about something you'd claimed was the craziest thing ever all the while nanami was proceeding with his initial plan; bringing both of his hands to tuck your hair behind your ears, stroking it over and over softly. never forgetting to nod a few times like letting you know that he's still listening.
"mhm, keep going, my pretty wife." he murmured, cupping your face as he stared at you adoringly before sprinkling kisses atop of it, different spots each time making sure he didn't miss even a single inch of your skin. a kiss to your eyelids each, cheeks, and when he reached your nose you couldn't help but let out a chuckle, at that nanami beamed.
"i'm starting to think you're not listening at all," you berated the man with an ear to ear grin, your attempt at scolding was failing miserably. as that too was swallowed by a prompt kiss to your lips.
"how presumptuous. i could listen and admire my wife's beauty at the same time." his hands were now on the sides of your face, his thumb rubbing your cheeks subtly. the smile he's wearing as he said that was blinding, contagious in every way.
"you're lucky you're cute." you raised an eyebrow at his apparent flirtation and sweet excuse that still made your inside fluttered despite of years of marriage.
"i am lucky," nanami concurred easily, his tone made it obvious that he was talking about a different thing. to be yours, the implicit meaning was loud inbetween the silent spaces. once more you were swarmed with a barrage of kisses, this time to the corner of your brows, your jaw, forehead.
you tried to hid yourself between the crook of his neck, feeling how it shook along with nanami's laughter. "seriously, what's gotten into you?" you mumbled into his skin, giggling slightly. your chest lightened, bursting with fondness.
you felt another gentle nudge atop of your head. "what? am i not allowed to kiss my lovely wife?"
"you can. but in moderation."
"nonsense. there is no moderation when it comes to you."
hey! i love your carlos writing 🥹💕 if you’re open to requests, could i request one for him where he comforts you during your period? thank you!!
a/n: your request came quite literally at the perfect time, i was having a bad cramp myself 😔 thank you for the req <3
carlos oliveira comforting you when you're on your period.
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you groaned once more from the cramp that seemed to be insistent on beating your lower stomach to a pulp. the noise attracted your handsome boyfriend into the room who’s currently in the kitchen cooking; apron with little cat prints fit snugly around his muscular body. the sight lighten your sour mood a tad.
“you alright champ?” he approached the side of the bed, kissing the side of your temple softly as he rested his palm on your stomach. you grunted in response, a sound ‘no’ without having to really say it. carlos crouched down, his eyebrow scrunched lightly in concern. “well, you hungry? meal’s gonna be ready in 5.” his thumb glided along your rib, just under the curve of your chest. it felt hot, even with the layer of shirt.
“later. can’t stomach anything right now,” you mumbled, putting a hand above his, tracing his knuckles unconsciously. the familiar ridges under your finger comforted you a little.
“okay,” he said curtly, but you could practically hear his gears turning, flipping his mind upside down, searching over every nook on corner in there for remedies; what could he do to help you feel better.
“i could really use a cuddle right now,” you offered, easing the mind of the sweet man in front of you who seemed to be ready to pull the moon with his bare hands if you wanted it, if it’d help you.
an easy smile made its way back to carlos’ face, a task he could tackle easily. he kissed your cheek, making an exaggerated noise when he pulled away. “let me finish up in the kitchen and one carlos cuddle is coming right up.” his grin stayed even when he turned his back away from you, his exuberance dulled the wave of pain slightly.
he came back into the room just as cheerful, before stepping right at the edge of the other side bed, not coming in. you looked at him, perplexed. but at the full force of his mischievous smile, understanding started to dawn on you. “don’t make me say it,” you groaned lightly, a smile betraying your exasperated tone.
carlos made no move, he crossed his arms instead as though knowing that those biceps would make you cave faster. “carlos,” you whined, but laughed at the very end of your attempt at protest.
“sim, meu amor. what do you need?” he tilted his head slightly, feigning innocence.
“fiiiine,” you relented. “can i have some carlos cuddle?”
and he beamed.
“’course you can,” he replied, already getting into the bed even before you finished the question, quite truthfully was just eager to have you in his arms. he brought you to his chest, one hand was already working on your stomach, rubbing gently as you let out a long breath. all relaxed, lying down on his bicep as carlos spoiled you rotten.
"feelin' comfy? wanna watch something?"
you shook your head. "no, can we just stay like this for now?"
"you got it," he whispered as you felt something warm on your head, the rough of his voice settled you in a pleasant lull. you sniffed in, the familiar scent of carlos—home, filled your body with warmth.
maybe this was it, you thought. that the remedy you needed is a man named carlos after all.
nsfw
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carlos oliveira would be so vocal in bed, loud in the best way possible.
moaning, groaning while talking you through it all, every kind of petnames and endearments he knew spilling out of him like a prayer. "hands on me sweet girl, i got you."
and you knew he felt good because he made sure to tell, all while his body wrapped around you pressing so close, like it hurt to pull away. he grunted, the wild of his breath ghost over your cheek as he panted.
"that's it, baby. take what you need." he thrusted, his mouth on your collarbone identic like a quiet promise only he knew how to recite. "'m yours, all yours," he chanted, hanging onto it like it's the only thing keeping him on ground.
carlos would curse a lot because it was truly out of this world, how amazing you felt against him, your curves under his palm, how sensitive you were under his touch because never once looked away, observing every twitch, every hitch of your breath carving them on the back of his mind.
"fuck, you f-feel so—god." his words stuttered, giving up, eyes closed in pure ecstasy. chasing his release like that's his only purpose, letting out a string of curses as he finished because he just couldn't hold himself back.
bringing you over the edge, he kept whispering sweet nothings against your ear—like couldn't help it. so perfect, so beautiful, he said. all sweaty and spent, hair sticking on his forehead, carlos stared at you fondly, trailing kisses across the blade of your shoulder.
"you'll be the death of me, meu amor. but you know what? that'd be the best way to go."
carlos never knew how warm a home could be — until it’s your arms that he’s coming back to.
“long day?” you asked softly, his strands of hair tickled the side of your cheek as he leaned closer to rest his head on your shoulder. the response you received was nothing more than a tired grunt, the rough of his beard grazed your neck when he planted a kiss there.
“oh baby, you have no idea,” he finally spoke, using both of his hands to wrap your waist and squeezed, almost like a reassurance; you’re here, you’re real. “it’s like they got a grudge on me or something. they’re trying to keep me away from you, i swear.”
you laughed, carlos basked under that with pride.
“missed this. missed you. so bad,” he continued, pulling away from your shoulder to kiss your cheek. “how bad?” you teased.
“so bad. tyrell caught me off guard and he threw me over his shoulder at training kinda bad,” he gave you a lopsided smile, cringing over himself at the memory. another laugh escaped you before you could prevent it as carlos raised an eyebrow towards you.
“really? it hurt real bad you know,” he said but there was no sting in his voice, only a slight smile that’s threatening to show itself by the twitch at the corner of his lips.
“we can’t have that then, where does it hurt? should i kiss it better?” you roamed a hand over his front, hand gliding over his hard muscles that felt like it could endure so much. including a light throw from a trained soldier.
“come to think of it, my lips sting a bit. must’ve touched the mattress first when tyrell beat me up.”
“beat you up? that’s an exaggeration and also how’s that even possi-” carlos caught you in an abrupt kiss and you couldn’t help but giggle. with a grin of his own he kept kissing your lips or more like the area around them, since he kept missing out of excitement.
the sound of your cheery laughter acted only as a fuel for the man, who only finally stopped to stare at you, an adoring look twinkled in his eyes swaying to a beat that probably only made sense to him. home, he thought to himself.
back to mondstadt, back to the knight of favonius headquarter, and most importantly, back to you.
(or, in which your husband is finally home from his long expedition)
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it was a slow night, that day — had been that way for the last few months. without the charming laugh of your husband filling the silence of every room, his little random jokes as though he had made it his very mission to make you laugh everytime he opened his mouth.
lonely. it’s been very lonely to say the least. sure, you had friends to chat with to pass the day, a job that you loved, knights stopping in every week or so to offer assistance. but you found out very quickly that there’s just a kind of loneliness that didn’t wash away, like it knew it was saving a spot for someone special you’ve kept in your heart.
you stirred the pot lazily, staring at the chopped up vegetables floating inside. once again you realized you had unnecessarily made an extra portion for dinner, even though there was no one to eat the rest. oh well, there’s always a mouth that’s hungry around here and would happily accept a free meal.
a knock at the front door snapped you out of the trance. you lowered the heat of the stove, dapping your hands on your apron lightly.
“coming!” you exclaimed, trotting to see who’s the impatient guest. your feet was moving quickly in curiousity, since it’s a time where someone rarely visited your abode.
you opened the door, revealing a big blond man with a grin plastered to his face. a grin you had missed terribly, a grin that you loved with all of your heart.
“surprise?” he said still smiling wildly, his eyes twinkled under the light on the porch. you felt your eyes water as you jumped up into his arms, because you knew he’d always be ready to catch you. and he did.
both hands under your thighs, the brush of his fingers on your skin made you shiver. you put your arms around his neck and you just breathed in. cheap soap and a little sweat. he must’ve showered somewhere but it was clear he rushed home not long after.
“missed me that much, sweetheart?” he teased, but the slight tremble of his voice forced him to reveal his true cards. that he missed you so much and he had a milion things to do back at the headquarter but he decided that tonight you’re the only thing that mattered. coming home to you.
“you said the expedition won’t be long. liar. i almost forgot your face.” you mumbled, nuzzling closer, familiarizing yourself once more with the sensation only this man could bring. a secured and safety comfort place where you’re sure that everything would be okay as long as you’re in his arms.
he let out a laugh once more, before pulling away. “yeah? please remember it again then. i can’t have the love of my life forgetting how handsome i looked.” he grinned as you cupped his face, thumb swiping his cheek, ridges under your finger as you traced his scar.
“missed you so much,” you whispered, kissing the cross line on his cheek; his favorite spot. varka closed his eyes out of bliss, the softness he had been desperately longed for, a gentleness that he could only remember by his dreams at night was right in front of him.
“why the tears then, hm? sad that i came home early? ‘been enjoying yourself without me too much? i can’t have that you know,” he muttered gently, tenderly kissing your tears away. the propinquity only made you cry more.
varka smiled subtly, looking at you like he knew that feeling too well. “let’s get you inside and warm,” he said, his grip on you didn’t falter in the slightest as he stepped in. he closed the door with his leg.
he put you on the kitchen counter, it was now his turn for his hands to be on your face, wiping away your remaining tears. for a man whose hands were more customized in handling swords and fights, his touch was never anything less than gentle and soft.
after a few more minutes of his tender whispers and many rubs on your back you’ve finally calmed down. you just stared at him, being at your home. and the missing piece had finally made its way back to form a complete picture.
“you’re home,” you mumbled incredously. varka’s reassuring smile made its way back to his face. “i’m home.” he kissed your lips, the movement was excruciatingly slow but not cruel. as though he was savoring the moment, making sure he was relishing the sensation bit by bit, rolling his face slowly to make sure he tasted every inch of your kiss for he had longed it like a man who wished desperately for water in the middle of the desert.
but then you remembered something.
“my soup!” you broke the kiss as you approached the pot to see that fortunately it’s still being cooked properly since you set it to low heat earlier. “oh, that’s why i thought i smelled something delicious!” he claimed excitedly, embracing you from behind as you leaned back into the hardness of his chest. his muscles crowding you like a good time.
“hopefully you made enough for me?” he said wishfully. something inside your chest melted.
who couldn't help but always leaned closer to your touch, rubbing the side of his face to your palm when you cupped his cheek. who couldn't help but wanting more, desperate to feel more than just the warmth your hand offered.
who wasn't able to stand even for a second longer to bury his head on your lap after a hard day of work, the reward he had been so patiently waiting for, humming in contentment when you started to stroke his hair. he knew, you knew, that he wasn't getting up anytime soon.
who always longed for you in mornings, hands reaching around your waist to pull you closer, no matter how squished you both already were. resting his head at the crook of your neck as he breathed in, feeling the most peaceful he's ever been.
who had his hands on you almost all the time in one way or another when you're out on a date. a palm on the low your back, around your shoulder, hands intertwined. almost like staking a claim--but it was never that for nanami, it was always a reminder to himself that he's really yours.
who's obssesed in kissing every inch of your skin, who always seemed like he's memorizing the sensation as he ran his lips across your face, eyelids, lips, nose. across your body, chest, stomach, hips. if you could name it, nanami had probably kissed it too.
who's hesitant in asking to be a little spoon but would never say no when you asked him. your hands around his chest felt like a warm prayer over his heart, enough to make him wish for eternity in it as well. your breath ghosting over the nape of his neck was the lullaby he needed to fall into a calm slumber.
who loved to join you in the shower. his hands roamed all over your body, without any demands, without ever expecting. there was only a gentle promise that he would take care of you, content in just giving without taking.
who took your hugs very seriously. arms around the end of your spine as he brought you closer, who found solace when your hands met each other behind his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as you chuckled softly.
who always found you as you sat with your legs across, never missing a chance to climb atop of you and just rest there, hands around your body as he kissed your stomach like a 'hello, i'm staying here now' and there was no way you could turn him away.
who melted away under your message, his once tight shoulder was no more after you worked your magic. who just quietly held onto your hands after you're done, basking in the care and attention you'd just given him.
who could feel his knees getting weak when you straddled his lap, he had never felt so grateful for the couch for being the only thing that's making him stay grounded. nanami was a goner the moment you kissed his neck, groaning softly as his hands found your sides.
who loved when your hands found his, swaying him to the beat from the music you played on the speaker. moving like you both just discovered what timing and rythym were; the only things mattered being the laughs, the moments, the memories.
who whispered 'i love you' in any moment he could find, whispered it as he kissed your lips. as his touch glided all over you. like a pledge, a love declaration of a devoted man.
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