THAT WAS THE MOST VALID CRASH OUT I'VE EVER SEEN

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THAT WAS THE MOST VALID CRASH OUT I'VE EVER SEEN
give that tgirl hugs until she isn't afraid of touch, btw
ohhhhh yeah this is dnd
his outfit kills me
husband!nanami x fem!reader. fluff.
ᯓ★ Marriage brings change to Nanami
“My shirts are getting tighter.”
Nanami’s clothes have always been snug on him. He prides himself on keeping a solid physique, to have his body strong enough to protect you. His dress shirts are always tight over the chest-a button or two coming undone, leaving you to sew it back on during late evenings while he rests beside you.
But this is different. As Nanami stares at himself in the mirror, his shirt is now refusing to close altogether. His body is softer, a layer of fat over his once-defined abs. All those nights indulging in your homemade meals has brought him to this state.
You hear him say this of course. You’re behind him seated on the bed, mumbling curses as you struggle to slip your thigh highs on without ripping them. Getting dressed in the morning together for work was a silent ritual. One he just broke. And when he sighs, your face lifts up to face him. Head tilted like a confused puppy as you study his body.
"Yeah, I guess so," you note. There's a wisp of a smile, a touch of awe in your voice. "You look good, though."
You look good.
It's simple praise but it's balm on his weary soul. So much for his short-lived worries. You'll love him no matter what. He softly chuckles, shaking his head at his own foolishness.
He tosses his shirt aside as he makes his way towards you. "Must be from all those dinner dates," he muses as he stands in front of you, guiding your hands on his bare hips. You squeeze him tight, feather-light touches moving along to trace his fuzzy happy trail up and down.
"Must be all the homemade bread we bake," you quietly added. You lean in and brush your lips right below his navel. Shit. You're gorgeous like this. Beautiful and way too close to the zipper of his slacks for Nanami to keep his cool. The corner of his lips twitch before he offers you a tender smile. A smile only for you.
family photo
probably the best picture of a heron i've ever gotten. just some fuckin thing.