“come here. sit on my face, angel.”
what a heartwarming welcome back. and how excruciatingly hard it feels to refuse your husband when he’s so eager to take care of you. he’s tired tonight and yet, the second he saw you, he felt a sudden, inexplicable (not really) urge to eat your pussy. it’s barely been a few hours since you last saw him, an eternity for someone like you— his voice sounds tender, loving, there’s softness in it. maybe it’s the exhaustion making him so bold, and to be fair… a glass of whiskey was enough to make him this needy.
WAKATOSHI isn’t even that much of drinker— he doesn’t drink at all, it’s such a rare occurrence. he’s clearly not inebriated, but your husband’s feeling funny. it was a silly dare and just a glass. however, it was enough to give your husband these sudden urges.
he’s in fact feeling helplessly greedy tonight. he needs you. and how quickly your heart is being set ablaze by his words, they inevitably stir up something deep within you and your tummy tingles, no matter the day, the hour, the years spent together. it’d bring him great pain; you refusing him. not having his precious wife’s pussy all over his face, tongue coated in your nectar, so sweet he could devour you for hours — don’t do that to him. but if you did, he’d understand— just look at you, your tiredness is showing and it’s late, you just got home. but wouldn’t it make you sleep better?
“ba- baby… waka.. wakatoshi..”
not a single word. he’s quick. there’s no hint of hesitation in his actions, your husband’s neediness.. it’s just too obvious tonight. it feels like heaven when you offer yourself to him and he’s convinced— he knows your pussy was made him. you were made for him and he was made for you. every inch of you, he wants it all for himself and you? you can have it all.
even with your panties on, his hungry mouth still find its way to your clit, but he stops and swiftly moves them aside and with audible, slurping noises he delights on your sweet pussy. you’re so delicious when you sit on his face, when his angel suffocates him and gives him no choice but to make her come on his greedy tongue. you make him lay on this huge bed, have mercy on him, will you?
he doesn’t need any of that. not now. he’s ushijima wakatoshi after all.
he loves it when you moan for him— too much; his name hangs loosely in between you lips and when you finally let go of it, wakatoshi gets addicted. say his name. say it again. the thought races through his mind, but he doesn’t say it out loud. he’s too busy.
you find support on his abdomen, nails dig into his abs, he’s making it too difficult for you to focus, too difficult to keep your mouth shut. the silence is filled by your voices together— by his muffled grunts, his name coming out of your mouth, the sounds his tongue makes when melting into your clit. his fingers found their place too, stuffing your pussy, they’re thick and long, you feel divine. you struggle to tell him a few words, that you’re about to finish. wakatoshi knows you the best. your body’s no mistery to him, of course, he’s got it all figured out a long time ago. wakatoshi is truly meticulous, he’s a giver at heart. a giver for you only. for you, his darling wife, you can have this.
“don’t.. don’t stop! i’m so close, toshi!”
wakatoshi’s grip stiffens on your thighs, you know he’s holding back. he’s ushijima wakatoshi and he’s stronger than this. his tongue moves lascivious for you, it feels aggressive, impulsive, not a single thought crosses his mind. not anymore. wakatoshi is indeed determined to make you finish— he sucks on your clit so insanely well and you don’t know what to do with your body anymore, what to hold, how stop yourself from hurting him with your nails. you orgasm right away and god, it feels like you’ve ascended. you’re shaking, your reaction is louder this time and he keeps going until it seems like you’ve finished. wakatoshi takes a few moments to savour you, his tongue drowns in your sweet juices, your orgasm, how beautiful you sound when he takes care of you.
“mmm, toshi, i feel like i’m gonna fall asleep.”
“i wasn’t done.”
your husband makes a short pause, his head must be completely empty— that glass of whiskey must’ve gotten to him and though he catches his breath, wakatoshi doesn’t seem exhausted.
“… but sleeping is definitely more important. of course.”
another pause.
“and you look exhausted.”
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when i say that soul eater episodes 10 and 11, the episodes where tsubaki goes to fight her brother masamune who is on the verge of becoming a keshin, are the best episodes of any show ever to air on television you best fucking believe i mean that shit. nobody was doing it like her. from start to finish that episode had it ALL. black star tells tsubaki about how he comes from a family of assassins who had their souls taken by lord death who then took him in because even if his family were horrible people who would do anything for money, black star was a baby who had done nothing wrong. when tsubaki feels like she needs to tell him something about masamune in return for his openness, he tells her she doesn't have to say anything until she's ready. this is a character who up until this point we have believed to be nothing but a selfish ego maniac who is nosey as fuck and now we're seeing that, regardless of how he acts, he cares so much about his partner and puts her feelings above all that shit. and then we get to see tsubaki go and fight her brother and while black star can't do anything to help, he watches her and gives her encouragement even though she can't hear it, and during this entire ordeal he is getting beaten by villagers who saw his clans tattoo and assumed he was there to kill them. and he does nothing to stop them until they go to touch tsubaki and then he says if you touch her, i'll kill you. IF YOU TOUCH HER. I'LL KILL YOU. OUGH. and don't forget that while black star is waiting patiently for tsubaki, she is fighting for her life and thinking about how black star has made it clear to her that even if her name is tsubaki, she isn't a scentless camellia blossom who will die a tragic, plain death. he made it clear to her that she isn't boring and she isn't a nobody and that her thoughts and feelings matter and she doesn't have to be strong all the time. i'm just. oh my god. oh my god im insane. and THEN WHEN SHE GETS PULLED INTO THE SWORD AND BLACK STAR THINKS SHE'S DEAD. AND HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS TO DEMAND SHE COME BACK AND CONTINUE HER PERFORMANCE, TO DEMAND SHE GIVE THEM ALL AN ENCORE. and then when she DOES come back HE ASKS HOW SHE IS AND HE CAN TELL SHE'S LYING WHEN SHE SAYS SHE'S FINE SO HE TELLS HER TO COME GIVE HIM A HUG. AND SHE STARTS SOBBING AND APOLOGIZING BECAUSE HE'S THERE, COVERED IN BLOOD, BECAUSE HE WAITED AND WATCHED OVER HER WHILE SHE GAVE HER PERFORMANCE. FUCKKKKKKK LITERALLY NOTHING CAN EVER TOP THE EMOTIONS IN THESE TWO EPISODES.
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