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Wife

My Life as the Perfect Wife

I was raised on a farm, learning from my mother and grandmother how to cook, bake, garden, clean, sew, sing, dance, play the piano, write in beautiful cursive, decorate a home, care for a man, raise children, dress in a modest but always stylish and attractive way, with delicately feminine lingerie always underneath my dress, grow my hair long, down to my waist, and wear it swept up in a bun or in a thick, heavy braid, never leave the house without heels and lipstick and a handbag, and keep my figure fit and sensuously supple (as full breasts, slim waists, wide, child-bearing hips, and big round butts run in the family).

I met my husband, my master, my life, my love, when I was nineteen years old. I left school to marry him, after a heady year of courtship, and became his virgin bride. He bought us a lovely little farmhouse in the PNW, and ever since he carried me across the threshold, I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. I keep the house immaculate for him, and wait by the door with his favorite drink on a little tray for when he comes home. I’m always wearing a beautiful dress, my hair beautifully styled, with a little bit of makeup (as he loves my full lips to be a lusciously dark shade of red). In the air, there’s the smell of a delicious dinner done and ready to serve in the dining room, but only after he’s had a chance to rest a little bit in his favorite chair, enjoying his drink and, often enough, enjoying me.

Of course, I got pregnant almost immediately after our idyllic wedding. And I’ve so loved every moment of my pregnancies, the way my fertile body blossoms into true womanhood, my breasts growing fuller, my hips wider, my butt bigger and rounder. Other than being a very fertile wife to my ever virile husband, there’s been nothing more fulfilling to me than being a mother. For the first decade of our marriage I was almost always pregnant, although I never let it keep me from my wifely duties around the house and to my husband. The children, five in all, three rambunctious boys and two sweet girls, were raised with great love and care, but always my responsibility and never, save for doling out the occasional punishment, something that burdened, distracted, or dazed my husband.

He wakes each morning, often by my lips around his hot, hard manhood, to find I’d already been up and set out his clothes, cleaned and pressed, and prepared a deliciously nutritious breakfast. Sometimes, if we’re alone in the kitchen, he approaches me from behind, as I wash the dishes, grasping my hips, pushing himself lustfully against my shapely bottom, his mere touch enough to make my body quiver in pleasure, and then he takes me right there, so hard and intensely passionate, my skirt pulled up over my hips, my body bent over the sink, my breasts heaving with each thrust, my hair slipping from its well-kept bun and falling about my face and shoulders. Afterward I walk stiff and slightly dazed upstairs to change my panties, his always copious seed leaking out of me and running along the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

Each night I wait for him in our bedroom, my body wrapped in daring lingerie or one of my many gorgeous nighties, nightgowns, peignoirs, chemises, negligees, teddies, basques, or babydolls. Oh, that wicked glint in his eyes, when he enters our bedroom, his usually proper, elegant, and generally modest wife now looking so brazenly sexual, so wantonly aroused, so ready to be claimed and taken however he so chooses, as is his right.

I simply love his every touch, his scent, his strength, and that ineluctable feeling of his manhood so deep inside me, throbbing, pulsing, ready to seed my ripe, fertile womb. Even as we grow older, there’s not a day that doesn’t end without such bliss.

He is my husband, my man, my everything. And I am his perfect wife.

I'll leave this 👆 here... You Decide 🤔

Always Obey Izogie

summary: disobeying izogie is possibly the worst idea on earth.

pairing: izogie x black!reader

warnings: 18+, oral, fingering, self-indulgent for my izogie addiction

The heavy door swung open before slamming shut, and Izogie's footsteps rang against the floor as she moved quickly, making her way to where you were. She knew you'd be waiting for her. You always did, and as you perked up at her presence in the room, she felt the tension inside of her grow more.

"My love," you greeted gently, but the excitement inside of you leaked out through how brightly your eyes shined at the sight of her.

Just looking at Izogie had the ability to make your mouth water. You were sure that it was a truly pathetic fact, but you couldn't help the way she had you wrapped around her finger.

Izogie did not waste much time as she greeted you with a soft peck on your lips before pressing two fingers to them and pushing for you to open your mouth for her. You obeyed and she sank her fingers deep into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. As your eyes watered, you brought your hands up to grasp her forearm, seeking comfort just from holding any part of her.

"My gorgeous girl," she cooed, a cocky smile forming on her face as she admired the way you sucked on her fingers.

Izogie knew she had earned the right to be cocky. She was a fierce warrior, a beautiful one at that, and she had who she deemed the most beautiful woman in the world as her lover. She wasn't sure she could be higher than she was already.

"I missed you," she said softly, as she let her fingers swirl in your mouth before pulling them out and bending down to your level to smile in your face. "Did you miss me?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Izogie had been gone for a week and you always had the fear that she may not come home to you. However, when she burst through the door ready to give you her all, the giddiness that filled you was uncontrollable.

"You know I did," you respond, scrunching your nose at her before pressing your forehead to her own. "I always miss you."

She pressed her lips to yours once more before pushing your shoulders down to the bed. Your mouth parted to protest. You wanted to serve Izogie this time. She'd been off nearly getting herself killed and she deserved to be praised for once.

"Izogie, allow me to-"

She shook her head and shot you a sharp look that let you know not to dispute her wish to please you.

"I want to taste you," she said sternly before pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder blades.

"But, you've been-"

"Did you hear me?" she questioned. "I want to taste you. Why do you disobey my requests?"

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off again.

"Always what, my love?" she asked, looking to you for a reply.

"Always obey, Izogie," you breathed in response, her fingers gripping your waist.

"That is right," she responded, pleased and nodding her head with a confident smile.

She continued leaving her kisses all over you, the warmth of her mouth on your skin lighting you up inside and out. You wondered how she knew exactly how to please you without even undressing you. Izogie was perfect for you and to you and you couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible for her to treat you so well.

A soft breath escaped you as Izogie's hands squeezed your hips so hard that you'd probably be a little sore there later. She finally stopped her kisses as she made her way to your hip bones, pulling down the skirt that covered them. She slid the garment down your legs and past your ankles and you felt yourself shying as her eyes took you in. That all went away when she pushed your legs apart and you heard her inhale the scent of you, eyes making contact as she smirked at you from between your legs.

"You are perfection," she told you before pressing a kiss directly to your clit before moving her head back to look at you.

"Izogie, please do something," you requested, tiring of the way she just sat there staring at you without touching you.

"Am I not allowed to admire your beautiful cunt, hm?" she asked, quickly slipping her finger between your folds before letting it reappear and admiring the wetness that coated it.

You inhaled, already missing the feeling of her touch.

"For me?"

You nodded in response.

"Speak up, my love," she commanded of you before taking her finger in her mouth and allowing herself a taste of you, causing you to lose the words that had been forming in your mind.

Her eyes never left you as she savored the taste of you, awaiting your response.

"Always obey, dear," she reminded, finally taking her finger from her lips. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, Izogie. It is always for you."

She didn't respond, just pressed her mouth against your cunt for another taste of you, tongue coming out to lick around your clit before prodding against your hole. You shuddered and the hairs on your body stood up from the contact.

A quiet whimper came from you as she pushed her tongue in further before pulling it out again and she laughed lowly against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.

"Can I hear you?" she asked you, fingers pressing against your thighs. "Let me hear that pretty voice. I have been deprived of it all week."

You weren't about to let her tell you to obey again. You'd been down that road before and it always ended with you begging Izogie to release. The noise you let out, however, didn't have to be forced as Izogie pushed a slender finger all the way inside of you and curled it, finding the sensitive spot inside you immediately. She knew your body so well that she could tell exactly what actions made you scream for her.

"Mmm, you sound wonderful," she hummed in satisfaction before adding another finger.

Your hips writhed against her and she looked up at you in warning. Izogie didn't have to say a word. You knew exactly what her eyes were saying: Be still. Whether you would be able to obey was a different story.

As she brought her thumb to massage your clit, your hand flew to the back of her head almost involuntarily, trying to press further against her. She pulled away and glared before standing up and putting her arms behind her back. Her posture resembled that of when she was instructing trainees and you shuddered, understanding the fear that those in training had when stood that way.

"You tell me that you will always obey me, yet you do the opposite. Is my authority a joke to you, my love?"

You vigorously shook your head, already having an idea of how this was going.

"Igozie, I will, I promise that-"

She clicked her tongue and silently you immediately, eyebrow raising as she moved to lean against the wall.

"You will do as I say and I will consider relieving you if you obey," she told you, bringing her hands in front of her to stand more comfortably. "Touch yourself and I will tell you when to stop. Finish before I allow you and you will deeply regret it, my dear."

You stared at her blankly, breath catching in your throat and almost unable to move. Her eyes drifted directly to your core as she waited for you to process her words.

"Always obey Izogie," she told you, smirking and not allowing her eyes to look away as you slowly brought your hand down and did as she said.

With Izogie in charge, you were in for an incredibly long evening.

Duaneparknyc we

Princesstess

okay but like virgin!soob that shakes when he cums in you :( literally cums at the sight of your naked body, only knowing anatomy from sex ed and the porn he watches :(

he also most definitely has a breeding kink and would burst into a million pieces at the offer to come inside you, unprotected 🫠

sub!soobin with a breeding kink is literally perfect, he'd thank you a million times for letting him cum in you, him wanting to do it for so long but never having the guts to ask you, so when you say he can he just can't handle himself, fucking you into the bed like a rabbit(get it;)and when he cums in you he grips your body so tight, thrusting his cum into you as deep as he can, he wants it to stay there for as long as possible<3

Okoye x Attuma: Arranged Marriage AU…Sorta?

Not me thinking of an AU where the Talokanil pretty much run on the concept of “What we don’t kill, we keep.”

So instead of Okoye getting blown off the bridge in Boston? Shuri stops the fight just before that, which allows Attuma to take Okoye to Talokan too. And since they fought to a draw, he’s basically all like, “But we’re married now since it was impossible to kill you? And you drew first blood on my face? I don’t see the problem, especially now that our kingdoms are united twice over.”

(anyone who wants to take this up to write, feel free 😂)

“What do you mean twice over?!”

“Your princess? Our new queen?”

“Come again, shark man?!”

“Your princess, she is married to our God King. That makes her our queen now.”

“SHE IS WHAT?!”

“He gifted her with his beloved mother’s bracelet? A gown of the finest jade? She partook in our meals, just as you did at the great feast upon the last sun cycle?”

“I was starving! I’ve barely eaten anything since you kidnapped me down to this infernal place.”

“Why did you not tell me you required nourishment?! As your husband, it is my my duty to provide for your every need, in ba'ate'el.” (warrior)

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