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@the-moonandthehermit
Welcome to my blog!
My nickname is Dani, and I am 26 years old. MDNI please and thank you.
I'm a capricorn, and my current MBTI was INTJ-A
I reblog smut fanfics and occasionally fanfics that have darker themes than regular angst. Please be aware š¤
LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE <33
cw: nanami's a little ooc, abu$ive marriage
THE FRONT DOOR BURSTS OPEN and you flinch. Shit. Kento's home. You haven't even finininesdh (im not correcting that) cooking dinner yet. He's going to be pissed!
You greet your husband cautiously. "H-hi, K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kento..."
He continues to mew as he looks you up and down. "Why are you wearing clothes right now." It's not a question, it's a demand that he will not be repeating unless you want him to put a belt to your ass.
"R-right!" you yelp before stripping right before him.
A wicked grin grows across his cheeks as he looks over all the hickeys and bite marks he's littered your body with. "Wonderful. Now, where's my dinner?"
"Haha ya so about that-"
"WHERES MY DINNER YOU BITCH"
"NYAAAA!!!!!" you suddenly startle, eyes starting to water. "IT'S NOT DONE YET NANAMI-SAN."
Without a word, he begins to unbuckle his belt, the sound of heavy metal clinking together starts to fill the air and you start to freak the fuck out.
"No-no wait WAIT!! PLEASE!! Let me make you a drinK LET ME MAKE YOU A DRINK."
"GET TO IT THEN YOU USELESS WHORE."
"OKAY!!!!!!!" you immediately run to kitchen, titties bouncing around because you're butt naked, rushing to make him an old-fashioned before he gives you an old-fashioned beating.
The drink holds him over until dinner time, but the horrors of your life don't end there.
"How the fuck do you over roast a roast?"
He stands up, starting to unbuckle his belt again.
"No, no, no- wait, Nanami-san, please wait- no, no, N-NYAAAA!!!"
I had a dream that Joe Biden kept trying to sneak back into the white house to become the president again and he had a variety of silly disguises like in one he was wearing a big moustache and top hat and introduced himself as Job Iden and tried to sell trump snake oil and trump was super interested until his moustache fell off and then JD vance was like "wait a minute.. that's joe biden!!" amd he was like "welp, gotta run, see ya later jack!" and then all the evil white house staff were shaking their heads cus joe biden almost sneaked into the white house and the newest aid was there and she was like "That was a close call, Mr President" and his new aide was actually kamala harris wearing a big cartoon wig and they were all too distracted by joe biden to notice
Kamala everytime Joe gets figured out when she did it on the first try
Fuck PNC, stupid fucking service fee. Now I can't get fucking gas!
So I'm homeless again. So exciting!!!! I just love my life
Sleepy girl (=^ć§^=)
Next idea was biker Sukuna
Thinking about matching nipple jewelry with Ren/Redacted. Like holiday and festive ones. And for normal everyday wear, it could be the others' favorite color or just the same design.
One of my favorite things about moving into my own apartment has been just autism/adhd proofing the fuck out of the place. I can accommodate my needs as much as I want to and itās a type of freedom every neurodivergent person should experience
Now that I was diagnosed, I look forward to doing this
if i was sukuna's opponent, i would just kick him in his four balls and leave dude like it's that easy
"Omg what is that?"
"What?"
Nanami whoās got access to your phoneāwho reaches for it on your nightstand after heās worn you out, after heās assured you that youāll make the best wife, the best mother to his children, all while making sure it takes.
He stretches over you, whoās all curled up in the middle of the bed, heavy pants leaving you and slowing into softer breaths.
Nanami smiles softly down at you before grabbing his glasses and unfolding them, tucking them up the bridge of his nose.
Your phone unlocks with a soft clickāheād memorized your passcode on your first date.
He was that certain about you.
Itās justā¦ youāre not quite in the right place to know about that yet. Still a little skittish, but he can work with that. He will. Heāll work it out of you in the years to come.
For now, he squints down at your phone, searching forā
āKento?ā
A curse almost slips out of him.
Nanami, whole body rigid as stone, smoothly covers up your phone with his large hand. His eyes find you still curled up in a sated ball, eyes peeled open just barely.
āYes, love?ā
Your eyes fall closed again, and a breath escapes him.
āWater?ā
He smiles. āOf course. Iāll be right back.ā
For good measure, he layers a blanket over you, brushing the hairs back from your lips and kissing your forehead.
Nude, he steps out of the bedroom and navigates to the kitchen while searching through your phone. He finds the app that tracks your cycle while heās filling a cup with water, and clicks to todayās status.
Fertile window, it reads. Peak ovulation date.
Nanami hums pleasantly. Perfectly timed, just as heād prepared.
He shuffles back to your room with a glow in his chest. He lowers himself to a seat at your side, first plugging in your phone on your nightstand, then carefully, gently, he whispers you awake and guides you up just enough that he can hold the cup to your lips.
You grasp onto his wrist with one hand and prop yourself up on the other elbow, drinking greedily from his hands.
Nanami canāt help the stutter in his breath. Look, he wants to say, look at how well Iāll provide for you.
Stay with him, and youād want for nothing.
He swipes a spare droplet off your lower lip when you finish, and your eyes trail back up to him. A pretty flush blooms under your cheeks, probably just from him watching you. Shy little wife.
āCanāt believe youāre not all worn out,ā you mumble, lowering yourself back down. You tear your eyes from his.
āJustā¦ happy, is all,ā he replies. He tucks you back in, then he bustles around the room to ready it for bedtime, herding both your clothes into your laundry bin, turning off your lights, making sure your door is locked.
Making himself into every bit the domestic husband youāll soon realize you need.
āYou didnāt have to do all that,ā you whisper when he finally slides into the sheets next to you. Heād worry you actually meant it, but he can feel your smile against his shoulder as he tugs you in close.
āJust let me,ā he murmurs in response. āI want to make things easy for you.ā
One day, youāll realize that being with him is as easy as breathingābecause he makes it that way.
As a soulmate/past life love enthusiast, this song is perfect for my daydreams and imagination.
Nyquil has helped the pressure in my ear but now I'm fighting sleep. I know it will prevail eventually.....but not now!
The pressure is back with vengeance
Nyquil has helped the pressure in my ear but now I'm fighting sleep. I know it will prevail eventually.....but not now!
