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7/10/2025, 7:47:17 PM
Literally just imagine being Genji’s husband. Not just anyone’s partner — his. The ancient, wise, and weary turtle who’s carried the weight of the Hakurei lineage on his shell longer than most can remember.
He’s rarely home, and when he is, he’s tired. Bone-deep tired. You’re the one who keeps the home warm — preparing gentle meals, writing messages he never has time to send, tending the little shrine garden the way he taught you. When the door finally opens and he floats in, there’s this soft moment — his eyes meet yours, and even through the exhaustion, they light up. He doesn’t need to say anything. You just know he missed you.
You help him out of his robes, your hands brushing over the edges of his shell, fingers pausing at the worn places time carved into him. He leans into your touch with a sigh, letting himself be vulnerable only with you. There’s no passion tonight, just something deeper. You sit together, side by side, sharing silence and warmth. You feed him slowly, carefully, watching his shoulders relax. He tries to apologize for always being gone, always so tired, but you hush him with a kiss on the forehead.
Later, in bed, he wraps his limbs and shell around you protectively, his body like a cradle, solid and warm. You rest against his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat, letting it lull you to sleep. In the stillness of the night, he whispers soft things — how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you waiting for him, how you’re the one piece of peace he has in this world.
And come morning, when he stirs before the sun and prepares to leave again, you rise with him. You kiss him softly at the threshold, and he lingers there a second longer than usual. Then he’s gone — gliding into the mist once more, your name still warm on his breath.
Is that REALLY something you want?
He’s rarely home, and when he is, he’s tired. Bone-deep tired. You’re the one who keeps the home warm — preparing gentle meals, writing messages he never has time to send, tending the little shrine garden the way he taught you. When the door finally opens and he floats in, there’s this soft moment — his eyes meet yours, and even through the exhaustion, they light up. He doesn’t need to say anything. You just know he missed you.
You help him out of his robes, your hands brushing over the edges of his shell, fingers pausing at the worn places time carved into him. He leans into your touch with a sigh, letting himself be vulnerable only with you. There’s no passion tonight, just something deeper. You sit together, side by side, sharing silence and warmth. You feed him slowly, carefully, watching his shoulders relax. He tries to apologize for always being gone, always so tired, but you hush him with a kiss on the forehead.
Later, in bed, he wraps his limbs and shell around you protectively, his body like a cradle, solid and warm. You rest against his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat, letting it lull you to sleep. In the stillness of the night, he whispers soft things — how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you waiting for him, how you’re the one piece of peace he has in this world.
And come morning, when he stirs before the sun and prepares to leave again, you rise with him. You kiss him softly at the threshold, and he lingers there a second longer than usual. Then he’s gone — gliding into the mist once more, your name still warm on his breath.
Is that REALLY something you want?
7/9/2025, 2:06:54 AM
oooooooooooooooh
there's a cock inside my throat
I need to be alone
while I eat cummies
there's a cock inside my throat
I need to be alone
while I eat cummies
7/4/2025, 4:07:02 PM
>>714486187
Nyooooooo
Nyooooooo
7/2/2025, 6:16:25 PM
I abstained from voting due to no pampers option
6/30/2025, 7:40:30 AM
>>714053906
I've been hit with far too many "thanks for responding, fuck you" as of late
I've been hit with far too many "thanks for responding, fuck you" as of late
6/28/2025, 1:48:57 PM
ermmm but who are the diapey sisters?
6/25/2025, 11:05:19 AM
and so, the meirabreaking begins
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