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momo-kageyama · 2 days ago

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When the Silence Breaks

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Garam ( Mystery Saja ) x R.femele.

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Mystery Saja is a human girl called Y/N, who is her complete opposite: hyperactive, dramatic, expressive - and who loves to sing and dance out of nowhere. The scene is full of contrast, comic tension, silent enchantment and a supernatural touch

Seeing Garam's eyes for the first time is a sweeping experience, almost supernatural, so beautiful, so impactful, that it leaves you groundless

You two realize that you love each other... at the same time. Nothing said before. Only accumulated tension, touches that didn't happen, repressed feelings - and then... boom, the two explode at the same time.

They are still opposites - you: alive, dramatic, noisy. He: quiet, observant, sensitive in silence.

But together... they are something unique.

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—Abandoned subway station — Seoul underground, 2 am

The metallic echo of the failing lights mixes with the distant sound of a ghost train. Mystery Saja is there, alone, standing, in the middle of the deactivated platform. The shadows cover much of your face. His long hair falls like an opaque curtain, hiding the look that observes the space as if he already knew what will happen.

He is investigating a possible soul extraction point - a quick mission, no surprises. Until...

Y/N literally explodes from the darkness, spinning like a musical dancer.

- "I WANNA DANCE, THE MUSIC'S GOT ME GOING—!" - she sings in loud English, performing with her arms, spinning and almost stumbling on her own foot.

Mystery Saja retreats half a step. Without saying a word.

- "AH!" - Y/N stops abruptly, wide eyes. - "Young man?! Are you... hidden in the pitch or just training for the comeback?"

Silence. The hair still covers Mystery Saja's face. He doesn't answer.

She tilts her head dramatically.

- "Or are you a stalker?" - she asks, but smiles as if it were just another character she plays on the stage of life.

- "You look like an idol in disguise... But like... the dark concept. Like, very dark. Like, 'my heart is a wet cave where love was buried with coarse salt'.”

Mystery Saja gives a slight sigh - or maybe he just moved his left shoulder. It's hard to say. But he won't leave.

Y/N turns again. - "WHAT is it that you have in your hair? Is it a nest? Can I see your face? No, seriously... you're beautiful—”

Mystery raises his hand, in a calm and slow gesture, asking for silence. But it's almost kind.

Y/N for.

Blinking.

As if I were in shock.

For two seconds.

- "Do you speak with your hands???"

- "Are you like... magic mute? Because if it is, TEACH ME! I always wanted to be mysterious, like... 'she never talks, but everyone fears her'!"

She then dives into another theatrical performance. She makes a ninja gesture and begins to move as if she were in a dramatic boy group choreography.

- "Look, I learned that here watching Taemin's fancam."

And dance. In his face.

Mystery Saja doesn't move. But under the bangs, his eyes follow the movements. For a second, she swears she saw the corner of her mouth rise... almost a smile.

- "A-HA! I SAW THIS! You smiled! CONFESS!"

Total silence.

She approaches.

- "It's okey... I'll leave you alone."

Start walking, slowly.

Then sing softly:

- "But if you want to follow me, just clap once..."

PAH.

The dry sound of a lonely palm echoes.

She freezes.

Turn around, slowly.

Mystery Saja is in the same place.

But... his left hand, suspended in the air, reveals that he applauded.

- "... You're kidding me."

She smiles.

- "YOU HAVE PERSONALITY! I KNEW!"

Y/N runs to him.

- "Look, I don't know if you're a mysterious spirit, a misunderstood dancer, or a K-pop demon fallen into my world - but I officially declare that you will be my new project! 'Revealing the cute side of the mysterious emo'. It's going to pump."

She raises her cell phone.

Mystery Saja simply... turns her back.

But it won't go away.

And she understands.

He doesn't want to be seen. But you also don't want her to leave.

Then she sits on the floor, crossing her legs.

It begins to imitate his silent gestures.

Mirroring the arms, the shoulders, the head tilted.

After a few minutes, he turns around again.

Just watch her.

And slowly, very slowly, puts his index finger on his chest - a universal gesture that says:

"You're... different."

She smiles. Dramatically, of course.

- "You too."

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The subway lights fail again.

A ghost train crosses from behind, cutting the darkness with its greenish glow.

When the light returns, Y/N is alone.

But on the wall, painted with black fog and demonic magic, a mark appears:

A symbol of theater - half sad, half smiling.

She laughs.

- "There, emo silent... I liked you."

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—Several meetings over the weeks, in secret places in Seoul

- The alley lit only by neon

You appeared dancing out of nowhere, with a pocket radio playing a Korean trot remix. I was trying to do a choreography that "mixed musical diva with capoeira fighter".

- "Do you see this kick? It's to send the negativity away!"

You're cute. The foot escapes.

You almost fell.

He catches you.

Without saying anything.

Just safe.

You expect a scolding. Or a chuck.

But Garam only holds it for a second longer than necessary.

And then, with a light touch on your hair, he fixes your messy bangs.

You blink, surprise.

He walks away.

But something stayed there.

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- The forgotten sanctuary at the top of the hill

You arrived late, disheveled and singing loudly:

- " LET LIFE TAKE ME - LIFE TAKES ME!"

Garam was already there, meditating.

He just sighs... but doesn't leave.

You dance around him. Make voices. Imitations of doramas.

- "Master Garam, why does the heart suffer so much?"

He raises an eyebrow.

And with a theatrical gesture, you collapse on your own arms pretending to cry.

He doesn't laugh.

But that day, when you finally shut up for 10 seconds...

He drew a small symbol on the stone, with demonic energy.

It was a little animal.

With weird hair and open arms.

A caricature of you.

You saw it.

- "Is it serious that you made a chibi of mine???"

He just turned his face.

But you saw the tip of his ear fly fly.

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— Summer rain, deserted street

You showed up with a transparent raincoat, sunglasses and a flashlight.

- "IT'S THE PARADE OF THE STARS IN THE FORM OF PEOPLE! BAM!"

He jumped in the puddle of water.

The water splashed even on him.

Garam stopped.

He looked at the wet body.

Then, for you.

You froze.

- "E-ita. Sorry, it was... it was number 14 of my water soil!"

Silence.

So...

He passed by you.

Wet, calm.

And for the first time, he said something with a hoarse and low voice:

- "You don't match silence... but I like to hear what you don't say."

You crashed.

- "Wait, wait, do you speak?? YOU SAID IT!"

You stumble in emotion and fall on the wet floor.

Garam extends his hand.

And when you hold...

He holds on tight.

Firmer than before.

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She's chaos. I'm silent.

She shows off to the world. I run away from him.

She dances without fear. I was made to stay still.

But when she smiles... I move unintentionally.

He starts watching you from afar when you're not together.

Find videos of you dancing on the street, making bizarre reels, imitating idols.

Laughing alone.

Being alive.

And without realizing...

He starts to smile.

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- Secret stage

You drag him to an abandoned stage in the basement of a cultural center.

- "This time, it's your turn. Come dance with me."

He hesitates.

You're getting closer.

- "You don't have to be perfect. Just feel."

And you dance.

Slow, this time.

Dramatic.

He observes.

Take a step.

Then another one.

And finally, dance with you - not like a trained idol, but like Garam: silent, elegant, intense.

And in the end...

With the bodies stood, almost glued...

He leans his forehead against yours.

The eyes still covered by the hair.

And whisper, so low that only you hear:

- "You move me."

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The night was quiet. An absolute silence hovered over the roof of the abandoned temple, where you and Garam had met, once again.

He was as always: still, his dark hair covering half of his face, his dense bangs protecting his eyes like a sacred veil. He was pure enigma. Untouchable. A marble painting.

You danced.

As always.

Not to impress him.

But because his body didn't know how to stay still.

Because the world was too intense not to be lived with movement.

And then... you stopped.

He felt.

Something changed in the air.

You turned around, slowly.

He was there.

This time... closer.

And with a slow and thoughtful hand, he moved his hair away from his face.

He revealed his eyes.

From that ethereal tone, impossible to name.

They radiated a dark light, sparkling like an eclipse.

It wasn't a color. It was a sensation.

Time has stalled.

You forgot what it was like to breathe.

The body frosted.

The heart melted.

The legs failed.

And then you whispered - low, honest, shocked with yourself:

- "... damn it."

- "I came."

An even greater silence fell.

Your face burned.

- "I MEAN... METAPHORICALLY! MY BRAIN CAME! MY... MY HEART!"

You threw yourself on the floor.

He shermed.

He hid under his own blouse.

- "OH MY GOD, DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?"

Garam didn't say it.

But when you dared to look again...

He was smiling.

Not openly.

Not largely.

But the corner of his mouth was there.

Raised.

Subtle.

Accomplice.

And for a moment - just one - he tilted his face and murmured:

- "You always say exactly what you feel."

- "This is rare."

You shrank more.

- "AND YOU ALWAYS SHOW UP WITH THIS DEMON BEAUTY FROM VERSACE!"

He just smiled a little more.

Then, he knelt next to him.

Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand.

You faced it.

Then he laughed.

He put his hand on his.

- "If you show me those eyes again, I'll scream."

- "Like 'scream in five octaves'."

He replied, whispering:

- "Then scream."

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—An old rehearsal room, covered with broken mirrors

The wooden floor creaks. The air smells of memory.

You're there.

Alone.

Or at least, you think you are.

You turn in the center of the room.

Make poses. Steps without music.

Dance with your breath.

When it stops, he realizes:

He's there.

Leaning against one of the columns, between cracked mirrors.

Watching you.

As always.

But today... he's not still.

He walks up to you.

Without looking away.

The eyes are visible.

Again.

- "Garam..." - you start, with a low voice, not knowing if you're going to speak or cry or sing a romantic song from the 90s just to break the mood.

He stops one step away.

Take a deep breath.

You too.

For a second, the whole time exists between you.

Everything that was felt and not said.

The hands that almost touched.

The looks turned away.

The unspoken "thank you".

The dances you pretended were just a joke.

He raises his hand.

You too.

Fingers almost touch each other.

And then, at the same time, in a weak, nervous, sincere whisper:

- "I love you."

You say it together.

Silence.

A shock.

His eyes widen.

His lips open in a nervous laugh.

- "DID YOU ALSO SAY? I SWEAR IT WASN'T PLANNED, IT WAS JUST—”

He pulls you.

With delicacy, but urgency.

And for the first time, Garam really hugs you.

With the whole body.

With all the feelings.

You feel his chest rise and fall.

Feel his silence saying everything.

And with your head on his shoulder, you say, softly:

- "My heart also dances, okay?"

He smiles against your hair.

And answer:

- "Now he dances with me."

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—A hidden terrace at the top of an old building, night of clear sky

The city lights are flashing downstairs, but up here everything is quiet.

You and Garam are sitting side by side, without touching each other.

The wind messes up your hair.

His bangs fall over his eyes - as always.

You stayed there for a long time just... existing.

You talked about everything and nothing.

He made faces, imitated an idol getting sick on stage, danced twice without any music.

He laughed. Really.

A light laugh. A rare sound.

And then... silence arrived.

But it wasn't uncomfortable.

It was full.

You look at him.

He's already looking at you.

His bangs move with the wind.

For the first time, you see his eyes completely, without shadow, without filter.

The color - still impossible to describe - shines with something new.

Desire. Affection. Passion. Fear.

You whisper:

- "If you kiss me now, I'll explode."

- "Seriously. Become emotional confetti."

Garam doesn't answer.

He just leans.

Slow.

Mesmerizing.

His hand touches your face as if you were made of glass.

The touch is almost a whisper.

But his heat burns.

You hold your breath.

Time stops.

His lips touch yours as if they were testing the limits between dream and reality.

And then...

He kisses you.

Not in a hurry.

Not with despair.

But with depth. For sure.

Like someone who finally understood what the silence was screaming.

Your fingers close in his clothes.

His hands hold your face as if they wanted to keep you there forever.

When the kiss ends, you still have your eyes closed.

The heart hammering.

You laugh.

Shorty.

Panting.

- "It's. Confirm there: did this happen or was it a fanfic that my freaked out mind wrote in real time?"

He leans his forehead against yours.

And with a deep, low, hoarse voice:

- "If it's fanfic... I want the next chapter."

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"Picnic on the roof"

You show up with a colorful towel, a bright pink lunch box and giant sunglasses.

- "Today we're going to eat in heaven!"

Garam only raises an eyebrow.

- "I know you don't need to eat, but it will be romantic. So pretend."

You sit on the roof of the Saja Boys headquarters. You serve heart-shaped onigiris, which clearly came out crooked.

- "I tried."

He takes one.

Eat. In silence.

Then, slowly, draw a heart on the top of your hand with your finger.

You die inside.

But smile. Silly.

And says:

- "You're cuter than me, and that annoys me."

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TikTok banned (but he showed up!)

You are recording a video dancing "Feel Special" in the bathroom of Saja HQ.

- "Go, Garam, just a little step!"

He crosses his arms. Neutral.

You pout absurdly.

Pretend to cry.

Throw yourself on the floor.

He sighs...

And then, he enters the board discreetly, just taking that little side step.

The video goes viral.

The fanbase explodes.

"WHO IS THE GUY WITH THE HAIR IN THE EYE WHO DANCES LIKE A HANDSOME GHOST?"

You answer in the comments:

"MY BOYFRIEND. KISSES. HE'S REAL."

Garam just looks at the screen with a neutral expression.

But at night, he shows up in your room.

And whispers:

- "I liked dancing with you."

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"Kisses hidden between the shows"

Between one rehearsal and another, when everyone is focused on the big screens...

He passes behind you, silent.

Just put your finger on your hand.

You turn around.

He pulls you into a dark corner.

And kisses you in a hurry, as if the world were going to end - but only for him.

Then he leaves as if nothing had happened.

You go back to the zonza stage.

- "DID SOMEONE WRITE DOWN THE KISS SIGN??"

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"Rain and laughter"

One night, you are caught in a storm.

You dance.

He... leaves it.

You pull him by the hand.

- "If getting wet together is like... soul pact, you know?"

He just looks at you, wet, hair stuck to his face.

- "Do you want my soul?"

You answer:

- "I already got it. When I saw your eyes for the first time, remember?"

He holds your waist.

Kiss you right there.

In the rain.

In the middle of the street.

You scream with joy.

He holds your hand.

Strong.

Hot.

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Short extras :

• You imitate him perfectly in front of the Saja Boys (with your hair covering your face and everything). He doesn't react. But then, he leaves a note: "I liked it. Your version of me smiles more. Maybe I'll learn from her."

• You steal his sweatshirt. He doesn't complain. Only show up the next day... wearing your cropped with bread print. You faint laughing.

• When you're sad, he doesn't say anything. Just lie down next to you and hold your hand. You cry. He's still there. Until the world comes back.

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Garam's secret room - dark walls, starry ceiling with magical projections, amber incense in the air

You enter his space for the first time.

He never let anyone in there.

But today... he opens the door.

His hands touch your waist, guiding you inside.

Calm, as always.

But there's something different in the air.

In his eyes.

You feel it.

His body is too hot.

The short breath.

He closes the door.

You turn around, with a joke ready on your lips:

- "Is it my impression or is it getting hot here-"

He shuts you up with a kiss.

But not like the others.

This... doesn't ask for permission.

He takes it.

With the mouth, with the hands, with the body.

You retreat until your back hits the wall.

He holds you by the hip.

With his mouth on his neck, he bites.

You moan - surprise.

- "Garam...?" - you try to ask.

But what comes out of his throat is not a word.

It's a low growl.

Pure desire.

The mask fell off.

The silent, delicate man... is burning inside.

You laugh, nervous.

- "I-I thought you were shy-"

He tears his doubt with his hot tongue on the curve of his shoulder.

Your clothes fall.

Slowly.

Then in a hurry.

He lays you on the bed - huge, dark, fragrant with him.

His eyes shine with an intensity impossible to face.

You try to deviate...

But he holds his chin firmly and says, for the first time with a deep and raw voice:

- "Look at me."

And you look.

And see there everything he never said:

The desire, the love, the hunger, the devotion, the control that he kept for so long...

Exploding now.

He touches you as if he were decorating your body with his hands.

The fingers walk with demonic precision.

The mouth devours, then caresses, then bites again.

You moan loudly.

He smiles - satisfied.

Like a predator who waited for the right time.

You pull it, try to invert...

But he holds your wrists.

Firmly.

With possession.

- "Today, you are mine."

And you feel it.

His every movement, every attack, is firm, deep, burning.

He studies you, feels you, marks you.

There is no more silence.

The bed creaks.

The air smells of body and sweat and desire.

Their names come out as prayers.

Hours later, when you're lying on top of him, trembling body, heart racing...

You whisper:

- "You... you're a savage..."

He just runs his fingers through your hair and answers, panting, with a hoarse smile:

- "You set me free."

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His body still trembles on top of him.

Sweat runs in slow lines down your skin.

The hair stuck to your face.

You are completely surrendered, surrendered.

But Garam...

He doesn't look away.

He's lying on his back, hugging you as if you were the most precious secret he kept for too long.

You whisper, with a tired smile:

- "Did you have this monster inside you all the time?"

- "And you just let go now?"

He puts his lips on your shoulder.

- "I didn't know it was a monster... until you opened the cage."

You feel your skin shiver.

He turns you slowly, putting you underneath again - in no hurry, but with intention.

His eyes burn.

But now it's different.

It's slower. Deeper.

He's hungry again. But now, emotionally.

His mouth runs through his body as if he were apologizing for everything he didn't say before.

His fingers trace the contour of your face, your chest, your belly...

He kisses every curve.

And when you moan softly, almost unconscious, he smiles.

The most real smile you've ever seen in him.

- "I like to hear your voice... when you're not pretending anything."

You answer:

- "And I like it when you talk. Even if it's just to drive me crazy."

He smiles more.

And then, slowly, it climbs over you again.

The hands hold your thighs.

The eyes glued to yours.

You ask, almost in defiance:

- "Again?"

He answers, with the deepest voice he's ever heard from him:

- "How many times can you stand it?"

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Hours later...

The dawn turned early in the morning.

You're wrapped up in his black sheets.

The soft body.

The soul flying.

Garam is sitting next to you, touching your fingers one by one.

Watching you.

You joke:

- "Are you going to curse me now? Like, arrest my soul with that demonic touch?"

He leans over.

Kiss your forehead.

Then the lips.

Then the center of the chest.

- "No. I'll just keep you here."

You hold his hand and touch your heart.

- "Too late."

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Small post-first time moments:

• He watches you sleep. For the first time, he sleeps next to you without fear. And even in his nightmares... when he feels his hand holding his, he returns to the present.

Bath together. He takes you to the dark and warm bathroom, with steam and essences. Wash your hair patiently. You sing all the time. Just touch your forehead to your wet back and say:

- "Being with you is like listening to an infinite song."

• Kisses that break routine. In the middle of the day, in the middle of a corridor, out of nowhere - he pulls you, kisses you hard, without explanation.

You just say:

- "Garam, you're making me unaccustomed."

He answers:

- "It's the least. After what you showed me."

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His dark room, the night, just the two of you

Garam is close to you, the air loaded with tension.

He looks at you with those hypnotic eyes, full of fire and desire.

His body is tense, like a predator waiting.

You feel his warmth, the unique, almost wild perfume.

He advances, whispering in your ear with a hoarse voice:

- "I can't... you drive me crazy."

You smile, hold his face firmly and say:

- "Garam, be quiet."

He blinks, confused for a second, then raises an eyebrow.

- "Quiet? Do you think it's easy, when I want you like this?"

You caress his hair, making him take a deep breath.

He tries to control his voice, but can only growle low, almost a moan.

You joke, biting your lip:

- "You look like a dog in heat, did you know? If it continues like this, I'll have to hold you on a collar."

He gives a mischievous smile.

- "If it's up to you, I'll accept the collar."

You laugh and press an intense kiss, almost telling him to shut up.

He surrenders, but his eyes say:

- "But I'll come back, and with more desire."

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nostarfights · 5 hours ago

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If I Ever Were To Lose You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!supersoldier!Reader

Summary: Seeing you get injured during a mission helps Bucky come to terms with his feelings for you.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, reader getting injured, blood, a concussion, stitches, a coma, guns, crying, kissing, friends to lovers trope, takes place during tfatws and a few uses of y/n.

Word Count: 2.4K

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Your breathing was quick but quiet as you and Bucky entered the warehouse Redwing had spotted Walker hiding in just a few hours ago, your hand placed on the gun holster on your hip, ready to grab your gun the second you needed it.

But even with Bucky there by your side and Sam waiting nearby just in case, you still had a bad feeling about this mission. Like something was going to go wrong, especially now that Walker was stronger due to the serum.

Your heart pounded more and more the closer you got to where Walker had been spotted hiding behind a pillar within the building. “Walker, we know you’re here. Just come with us and no one has to get hurt.” Bucky called out as you slowly withdrew your gun from its holster.

You’d given Walker enough chances to surrender, there was no point in trying to negotiate with him anymore. But Walker wasn’t in the mood for surrendering and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Not feeling the need to reply to Bucky, Walker left his hiding spot and headed right for Bucky. He then barreled into him with enough force to cause him to stumble back a few feet, using that chance to send punch after punch into Bucky’s face while he tried to regain his footing. It was shocking to you in this moment to see just how strong Walker had become, you’d never seen any enemy catch Bucky off guard like this for as long as you’d known him.

But you weren’t going to just stand by and watch. So you quickly slid your gun back into its holster and ran over to where the two of them were fighting, immediately pulling Walker off of Bucky. “Give up, Walker. It’s over.” you sternly said through clenched teeth while you shoved him to the ground then cuffed his hands together.

And as you stood up and walked over to Bucky to make sure he was okay, you thought that you’d been right. That this long fight with Walker was over and you could finally put him away, but he soon proved you wrong.

“You okay?” you’d started to say to Bucky as the sound of the cuffs breaking apart rang out, cutting you off as you both whipped your heads in Walker’s direction. He’d broken out of the cuffs and was now back on his feet, ready to fight again. But before he could get the chance to swing, you were on him again, sending punch after punch of your own into his face and body, knocking him back onto the ground. He stayed there for a minute, giving himself the chance to recover once more and in a blink of an eye he was back on his feet yet again.

To see how much stronger he was currently compared to you and Bucky terrified you, would this fight ever end? “(y/n), watch out!” Bucky warned as Walker barreled towards you this time. He’d tried to stop Walker but it was too late and when his fist made contact with your chest, your body went flying for a few seconds before you hit the ground, your head roughly smacking against the concrete floor below you once you landed.

And before you could even get the chance to get back up, Walker had pinned you to the ground by your shoulders and slid the knife he’d been hiding in his boot into your right side, causing you to scream out in pain. It’d be a lot easier for him to get away again if Bucky was distracted by your injuries.

In this moment, you couldn’t move even as Walker eased up on his grip on you, you were paralyzed with fear and pain and Bucky just watched, like a deer frozen in headlights. He’d never frozen up like this ever before and that scared him.

But before another thought could pop into his head, Bucky got a good look at you and began to feel as if he was seeing red. He was done going easy on Walker, he needed to pay for what he’d done. Bucky then placed his hands on Walker’s shoulders and ripped him off of you, giving him one final punch to the face that finally knocked him out, letting his now unconscious body fall to the floor below.

Bucky then rushed to your side right away and started to hold you in his bruised arms. You began to grow heavy as you laid there in Bucky’s arms, the handkerchief he’d retrieved from his pocket moments ago barely doing anything to stop or at least slow down your bleeding. It was no use.

“Stay with me, baby. Keep your eyes open for me please.” he begged as his voice broke, tears streaming down his face. “Bucky?” you weakly said as your eyes fluttered closed for the last time today and your blood began to stain the concrete.

“No!” he screamed, his voice bouncing off of the walls of the nearly empty warehouse. Bucky quickly checked your heartbeat in the midst of his crying as he’d started to talk to Sam through the comms, it was shallow but still there. “Sam, we need help. (y/n)’s been stabbed, it’s not looking too good.” he quickly said, trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

Upon his quick arrival just a few minutes later, Bucky gently scooped your limp body off of the ground and handed you over to Sam. “What the hell happened?” Sam muttered whilst a shock look took over his face and he took you from Bucky.

“I’ll tell you another time, just please, get her to the hospital. Promise me that you’ll keep her safe.” Bucky begged as Sam’s wings began to extend, his eyes bright red and his face covered in tears. “You have my word.” Sam said before he started to fly away, going as fast as his wings could possibly go before it was too late.

Bucky wanted more than anything else in the world to go with you and Sam but he knew that it’d be for the best to have Sam take you to the hospital, even if it broke his heart to let you go while he went back to the tower alone, still sobbing.

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As soon as he made it back to the tower, Bucky felt himself sprinting to the part of the building that Tony had turned into a hospital years ago as if his body was on autopilot. All that mattered to him in this moment was making sure that you were okay. He’d become so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realized that he’d made it to the hospital and almost ran into a sad looking Sam who had just finished speaking with your doctor.

“Bucky.” Sam softly said, immediately catching his attention as Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going any further. Bucky’s eyes teared up once more as he looked at his friend, “She’s going to be okay,” Sam started, pausing for a moment as he took a breath then began to deliver the bad news to Bucky, who currently felt like he could finally breathe again since you passed out, “But because of how hard her head hit the ground, the concussion she got caused her to fall into a coma. The doctor doesn’t know when she’ll wake up, it could be days or weeks.” Sam explained, trying his best to be strong for you and Bucky.

Bucky’s heart dropped and even though he knew you were going to be okay, he was still riddled with fear and worry. He felt like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him. He’d come so close to losing you and the fact that you were in a coma broke his heart.

As he continued to process everything he’d just been told, a wave of sadness hit him and Bucky collapsed into Sam’s arms while sobs violently shook his body. He wished he could’ve been better at protecting you. He could’ve prevented this but instead he froze up and let it happen, like an idiot.

Sam helped Bucky back onto his feet, supporting him while he walked him to your room, tears pouring down his own face. It’d been years since he had seen Bucky this broken and he desperately hoped, for Bucky’s sake, that you’d pull through.

Once they made it into your room, Bucky could barely stand the second his eyes landed on your sleeping form, your skin was paler and there were bruises scattered across your arms and face, breaking Bucky’s heart even more. The emotional pain he was feeling as a result of today’s events had become too much. But before he could collapse again, Sam quickly pulled up a chair to your bedside and helped Bucky sit down.

“I’m here for you if you need anything, Buck. Stay as long as you need.” Sam told Bucky as he stood next to him and Bucky quickly became a shell of a man the longer he stared at you. “Thanks.” Bucky quietly said through his tears and Sam started to leave the room, closing the door behind him to give the two of you some privacy.

Bucky was silent as he began to hold your hand in both of his and pressed his forehead to it as he closed his eyes. He felt so guilty, he had always vowed to himself to protect you and he failed, he hoped you'd forgive him once you woke up.

And as he sat there with you, seeing you almost die finally made him see that he was in love with you and that was okay. He promised himself that he wouldn’t bury his feelings for you ever again. Life was too short for him to continue hiding the fact that he loved you more than anyone else.

“Come back to me, baby. I love you.” he muttered against your skin.

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One Week Later

As you woke up, you began to feel confused and disoriented while you opened your eyes for the first time in seven days and the bright light above you in your hospital room caused your head to start to hurt.

“Where am I? Why does my hand feel so heavy?” you thought as you slowly looked around the room and you began to squint your eyes. A soft smile appeared on your face as you looked to your left and saw Bucky sitting next to your bed, his head resting on your joined hands while he slept.

“Bucky?” you quietly said, still squinting due to the light. He looked tired, pale and there were bags under his eyes. You wondered how long he’d been there. He awoke abruptly, the sound of your voice calming him. You were okay, you’d come back to him. He could finally breathe again. “(y/n)!” he exclaimed as he began to gently hug you and tears welled up in his eyes.

“How long was I out for?” you quietly asked him as you looked into his tired eyes, the sight of this making you frown. “A week,” he told you, pausing before he spoke up again a moment later, “I missed you so much. I’ve been so worried but I’m glad you’re okay,” he continued before silence soon took over the room, “I’m so sorry this happened and that I wasn’t able to stop Walker.” he confessed as a few tears fell down his face, showing you just how guilty he’d been feeling for the past week.

Your frown became deeper as you reached up and wiped Bucky’s tears away, “Bucky, you have nothing to apologize for. I can handle myself.” you told him as he placed his hand over yours. Bucky let out a deep breath as he opened his mouth to speak, “I know,” he began as he nodded his head, “I’m just always terrified that I’m going to lose you every time we go on a mission. And even though I knew you were okay, seeing you like this broke my heart. I haven’t been able to leave your side this entire time.” he explained, prompting you to hold his hand and stroke the back of it with your thumb. “I’m okay, stop worrying.” you quietly said, making Bucky smile a little.

Silence took over the room for the second time that day as both of your minds began to run rampant and you processed everything that had been said as well as the things Bucky had wanted to say. “I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I just wish I could've had the confidence to tell you before all of this happened.” Bucky simply said as he looked over into your eyes, his heart on his sleeve.

Hearing him say this caused your face to break out into a smile, you’d been waiting for what like forever to hear these words leave his mouth. “I love you too, James, I always have. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me that you felt the same,” you said, the sound of your confession and his name falling from your lips causing his heart to warm, “But maybe now that I’m awake we can make up for lost time?” you suggested to him with a wink.

And in an instant, Bucky started to softly kiss you while he held your face in his large hands once more. “I love you so much, baby.” he muttered against your lips in between kisses, causing butterflies to appear in your stomach.

“Bucky? Could you turn the lights off please? I have a headache.” you softly asked him once his lips pulled away from yours again a few seconds later. “Of course.” he answered with a soft smile as he stood up from his chair and crossed the room to turn the lights off.

Upon returning to your bedside, he gently scooped you up and moved you over a little so that he could lay down with you. You then slowly rotated so that you were facing him on your non-injured side and snuggled into him, resting your head on his chest.

And although you had just woken up, being in a coma had caused you to feel exhausted and you soon started to get sleepy. “Rest, sweetheart.” Bucky murmured against your hair as he wrapped his arm around you. He’d ask you to be his another time, for now he’d just let you sleep.

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23bilss · 10 hours ago

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billie long distance phone sex smut 👀👀

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| ★ warnings ; phone sex, fingering, usage of (cunt)

| ★ note ; hallo.. this was rushed..

| ★ taglist ; @billiesmainwife @bilswifee @st0nerlesb0 @si1verl4ke

the light from your phone was bright, as you were laying on your back relaxing and thinking about how much fun you and billie are gonna have when she comes back from her tour.

she’s currently having a concert on a boat, which seems.. impossible.. but its something!

your phone buzzes, the light making a spot on the ceiling which isnt useful because you still cant see whos calling you.

when you rolled on your side to the way your phone was, it was the love of your life.

billie.

her messages popped at the top of the screen slowly

baby?

i need help im so fucking. horny.

please answer.

please mommy?

you loved when she begged, even though she was the top during this relationship she always begged, and begged, and begged.

she knew you had power over her and tried to listen to her best abilities, but shes just a bit hardheaded and did shit anyways.

you called her back, she answered on the third ring and all you heard was heavy breathing and slow wet noises in the background, her soft whimpers picked up and you blushed knowing she wanted you and only you to help her.

‘her special girl’ she always called you.

“mama?” she stuttered out and the noises stopped, the breathing from billie was the only noise filling the room.

“yes baby?” you whispered in the voice she always loved hearing, especially when your voice got low

she whines and you hear the sheets rubbing against her clothes, moving as she moves. so desperate for you to help her, so weak and tired.

“you want my help?” you asked, teasing her, knowing she already begged you heard her whisper ‘yes’ multiple times, the wet noises getting progressively louder.

“hey, hold it and talk to me baby.” she groans and everything stops, billie sighed and cleared her throat

“hi. i had i nice concert, the waves were so pretty i got distracted.” her voice was soft, and smooth.

like she was dying to talk to you all day.

“that sounds great baby, im glad you had a nice time,” you smiled and giggled, the way she was holding on for dear life with horny and being touch deprived

“what songs did you sing?” she was quiet then spoke.

“lunch, chihiro, my boy, halleys comet, everybody dies, xanny, the diner, getting older, your power, happier than ever, then male fantasy.” she was whining, slow and low.

you could hear her little whimpers here and there so you just let her go.

“you can go back to it now” she turned her camera on this time and set it up so you could see what she was doing.

before anything she popped her airpods in and started going, her fingers were pumping slow and steady.

“faster.” you whispered, and she started speeding up. the quickness of her fingers made her cunt wetter and wetter, juices flying everywhere.

“another finger, two isn’t enough.” you softly said and she stopped for a moment, then pulled her pointer finger in.

she started slow—getting used to the feeling. then she finally started speeding up. her soft moans were filling your bedroom and hers.

billie started slowing down, “i didn’t tell you to slow down eilish.” she sped up again, the way her fingers moved, she was waiting for this moment.

she started losing her arm strength, when she stopped, cum poured out of her slowly, dripping onto her black sheets.

“you did so good f’me.” you praised, “now clean yourself up, and show me.”

she slid her fingers out, and licked it all up. in between her fingers and around, everything you could imagine she did? she did it.

billie then stood up and grabbed the sheets and ripped them off the bed, unable to lay on something damp. “i love you.” she said before getting in the shower for about 20 minutes.

after 20 she got in bed, only the underwear on. “i love you more baby.” you whispered and she dozed off to sleep.

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simspaghetti · 1 day ago

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Here's another quick little PSD I mocked up - there's a lack of high-quality trait images for TS3 so I made my own!

I've already included in the folder a whole pack of PNG trait images which use the TS4 icons (which you can just pop directly over your screenshots, no editing required) - but you can also use the template to put whatever icons you want over the template if you'd rather use TS2 / 3 icon images

I did this because TS4 images are the most HQ I can find and I've also started using this mod which replaces the trait images with the TS4 icons - so it's useful for me personally to just have them ready to go for editing!

What’s In The Folder:

A trait template PSD you can edit for yourself if you like → To edit, just place your icons over the trait image template and resize to fit

A collection of ALL of the traits from Sims 3 + EPs as high-quality PNG files → This is using icons from the sims 4, as stated above! -> The traits are separated into the 4 trait categories: Lifestyle / Mental / Physical / Social for easy browsing, I've also included the hidden traits if you want to use them :)

Terms of Use: Just don't claim as your own or reupload to paysites please! I'm totally happy for anyone to make a collection version of these using sims 2 or sims 3 icons if they want to, I'd appreciate a link back to my blog if you upload them for public release though :)

➡️ Download Here (Simfileshare, zipped file containing the folder)

Credits:

Thank you to this ultimate sims 4 icon collection pack & This build a sim icon pack by DeathByPufferfish - I used both for the images

I recommend this icon pack for TS2 icons & this one for TS3 if you want to make your own versions

Thank you to this mod for inspiring which icons I chose to use for the sims 4 versions, it's not totally the same but most of them are identical :)

You can find all my other psds (including moodlets, wishes, interactions, notifications and more) linked right here!

More previews of my ready-made ones under the cut:

#PSD Template #Simblr #Sims Template #Sims PSD #Sims Resources #My Resources #Download

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a-writer · 2 days ago

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INVISIBLE STRING - PREVIEW (Azriel x reader)

Hello hello:) Here's a preview of the next chapter. Again sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language!! You can find all the other parts on my page:)

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An Autumn Court song starts playing right as you and Eris reach the dance floor. He clasps his right hand on your left, his other hand reaching across your body to your back. His fingers feel cold on your bare skin and you feel weird, as if his hands weren’t supposed to be there. You and Eris start dancing, your feet easily following the steps. He spins you around, the smirk never leaving his face. Eris tightens his grip on you, his hand travelling just slightly lower on your back.

“Isn’t it unfair,” Eris looks at you as his words leave his sensuous mouth. “that whenever I see you, I don’t get to have you for even five minutes?”

You analize his amber eyes, shining under the faelights.

“I wasn’t aware that you were so smitten with me.” Your voice comes out sultry and Eris’ hands travels lower down your back.

You can feel a pair of eyes on you, and you know that if you turn around, you’ll find Azriel staring at you and Eris. Maybe that’s the reason you let the male bring his hand lower than you’ll ever let anyone else. Apart from the Shadowsinger.

“It amazes me how a female like you can’t seem to realize her worth.” Eris stares above your head, and you know he is looking at Az.

“Don’t mistake my politeness for friendship, Eris.” His eyes land on you again. “I’ll advise you to stay in your business and I’ll do just the same.”

Eris smirks at you once more, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I love this fire you have in you.”

You roll your eyes, but a little smile pops up almost involuntarily. The song ends and another starts, and Eris keeps moving with you across the dance floor. His hand tightens around your torso and his fingers slightly caress your back, making you close your eyes at the feeling. For a second, there’s only the music and you dancing without a care.

Eris spins you until he abruptly stops. Eyes still closed, you furrow your eyebrows together, until a hand that doesn’t belong to the red-head male in front of you lands on your hip. You open your eyes, but not fast enough, and darkness and shadows envelope you as Eris’ face disappears.

You land in a small room that looks like an office, and the music is now a distant sound. You turn around, and hazel eyes are staring at you angrily.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?! Do you think it’s appropriate for you to put on this nonsense show?!” The words tumble out of your mouth uncontrollably. “I swear I’m done with you and this fucking-”

In three quick strides he’s right in front of you, and before you can finish your sentence, Azriel’s lips are on yours.

#acotar #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #acotar imagine #azriel x y/n #acotar x reader

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stellargh0ul · 1 day ago

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can I maybe get

frater imperator who is jealous and frustrated with all the attention his twin brother is getting so he takes it out on your body to make himself feel better

(tysm, u can ignore if u want to but I’d like it very much he he he)

hope the wait was worth it, dove!

normally, when he touches you, he’s gentle and kind- he’s hesitant, hardly daring to brush his fingers across your skin or whisper in your ear. you’d call it reverence; he just never seems to believe that he’s gotten lucky enough to be with you, never sure that you aren’t an illusion that will disappear the moment he tries to touch you.

that’s normal, anyway.

right now though, he’s touching you like he wants you to bruise, wants to imprint himself on your skin and write his breath into the very core of your being. the kiss you’re sharing is rough and his grip on your hips is tight as his tongue forces its way into your mouth, breath mingling in hot, quick gasps.

when he pulls away, he goes only a few inches, seemingly unwilling to let you go for even an instant.

“i’ll never let him take you,” he mutters.

you try to speak, to assure him that you’re his and his alone, that the idea of being with his brother has never crossed your mind- you love Copia and only Copia.

but he leans in for another kiss and steals the words away from your lips before you can say them.

the backs of your knees hit the bed and he bends over you, forcing you down on the mattress with his arms braced on either side of your body. looking up at him, framed by the flickering candlelight in your chambers, you can see past the blind rage and jealousy- you can see there the true fear that what he’s speaking might one day come to pass. that you too might be taken from right out underneath him, as though fate would give you to Perpetua.

his hands go to the buttons on your shirt and he begins to undo them, slipping and fumbling with a few. before you can help, he’s grabbed the edges of your shirt and tugged hard enough to send buttons flying in every direction.

you gasp but he’s upon you in a matter of seconds, his mouth finding the sweet spot between your neck and your clavicle. teeth bite down, making you cry out for a few seconds as you writhe against him.

Copia pops off with a wet noise, but you aren’t given time to rest before he’s latching on in yet another spot. as he leaves you a necklace of hickies dotted around your neck, his hands come up to cup your breasts through your bra.

whining out his name earns you an approving growl from your lover as his fingers find the hard peaks of your nipples, rolling them around in ways that send shivers down your spine.

“again,” he forces out. “tell me who’s doing this to you.”

“you are,” you say, and that apparently isn’t enough because he’s moving down your body, tongue tracing the shape of your bra before he finds your stomach and then the hem of your pants.

“I’ll make you scream so loud he hears it in his office. then he’ll know who you belong to.”

your head is spinning too much to do much of anything but nod, dazed.

#the band ghost #thebandghost #ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia #ghost copia #copia #frater imperator #copia x reader #copia emeritus #papa copia

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dreamings-free · 8 months ago

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#sorry for disappearing!#and thank you everyone who's messaged me mutuals and anons #❤️#I am doing quite okay thank you #just needed a break from all the crushing sadness on my dash in the past few weeks #and I was planning to come back here this past weekend but then it was all US election despair and I just.. can’t #this has been a place for fun and joy and community but rn.. my dash is just so damn depressing #and I already get enough of that outside of tumblr #so this is just another quick pop in from me #I’m spending my time reading going to museums and listening to music which is so nice but #I miss louis so much 😔#and I miss all of you on here and.. happier times #hope everyone is doing okay #I’ll try to pop in more often and post a bit more 💛#.

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icewindandboringhorror · 6 months ago

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indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

#I just thought today of a new way to format a 'profile' (like the descriptions of self that people use on friend meeting #apps and stuff) and how to organize the sections so that it seems such and such a way and oh what if there's links which click off #into branching paths so it's very acessible and there are two different forms depending on so on and so forth #and i was like 'um.. wow. amazing idea. this will be soooo aweseome and will definitely work' but then .. you know...self reflection #lol.. is this just like the millions of other iterations of a similar thing? No.. This Is Different ... Surely...#Though if I had a millionaire friend and a few people who do the type of coding you use for web design stuff and etc..#I could create the most elaborate detailed and amazing platonic friend seeking (and I guess you could also have 'dating' as an option #since that would draw in more of a crowd) website on the earth.. the new okcupid (back when okcupid didn't suckishly abandon their #whole format in hopes of trying to become just like tinder or whatever and they actually had like tons of info and percentages and #open answer questions and would list personality traits on a profile (like 'this person is more Open To New Expereinces than 65% of #other users' etc.). etc. etc. Oh what a beautiful thing I could craft for the detail freaks of the world.... Alas...#unfortunately we seem to be in an oversimplification era.. everything in short quick bites. everything on a tiny phone screen. etc.#marketing 'Introducing The Most Complicated Data Heavy Social Connection Site In The World' would not sell well I'd imagine gjhgjh #AANYWAY.. also no idea why the representation of me is in a turtle neck. what a bold fashion choice..#In another moment of self reflection.. the fact that in the first tag on this post I felt the need to define the word 'profile' just to be #specific as if people couldn't tell from context.. so clearly someone who finds filling out forms a 'fun afternoon activity' lol #the type of guy who finds psych evaluations and pop quizzes and making chore lists mostly enjoyable (< true)

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psychopomparia · 5 months ago

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Yunho’s GRWM was ingrained in my head so I did a quick drawing of him

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honeyvenommusic · 1 year ago

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❗️NEWGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSAN-

#glass animals #honestly i wore out dreamland sm my brain took a lonnng break from expecting anything from them?? idk i’m just huh????#like….. when i say wore out #i cannot describe how much i listened to it #i usually have some vague idea even if it’s a ridiculous number #like 52 times in a month for an album or something (has happened)#i cannot recall w this #gonna say bc 2020 & they were Literally the last band i saw live. next morning everyone found out about everything annd lockdown. no joke #so it was big dreamland time when it dropped and revisiting their past albums when i broke out of its spell lmao #(pretty sure before that like january was when i listened to déjà vu 100+ times in a row tho so oop. it was a tough day lol)#anyway seeing this aww man. i really have had this band with me for a long long time. 🥹 i remember hearing gooey on the radio one night #driving home from work late @ night in 2014. the drive was so short i couldn’t be arsed to fish out my ipod & plug it in #sometimes so just popped on a good station i had preset. started the car and heard this *voice* and i was like who????#had to check the station bc it was an alt station and i thought i had it on another one which was fine i was just v confused #it was in the middle of the song & i was immediately anxious to know the name hoping i’d hear it & it wouldn't just flow into the next song #then the dj would pile the names together after x number of songs played bc i was tiired (but woulda stayed in the car ngl). got lucky &#ran inside to find it then yelled at my roommate the next day that she HAD to listen to it during a smoke session after work #(i was right & it blew her miiind)#god. what a fucking time. what a fucking band. idk what the disc horse is surrounding them now since they blew up via tiktok #i’m sure people are v quick to say they’re overrated bc of that but idk & i’m glad i don’t know. they’ll always be this #highly inventive incredible band i stumbled upon for the perfect night drive home after a long long shift #a band that came back from a Horrible accident that should have ended 1 of their lives & somehow didn’t & should have ended them #as a band (like still cannot believe Joe was drumming in 2020 & i saw it with my own eyes like how tf???!?)#a band deserving of all of its successes. glass animals forever

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vacalimpia · 6 months ago

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despite how mych i wished for the semester to end because of how work heavy it was now that it did I realize that the daily worry of "oh my god I have to get this done or ITS OVER better pack up for another 10 hour stay at college" became essential to my days, suddenly i feel aimless 😭

what do you mean that the things I did for procastination and to ignore my responsabilities are now just normal leisure. what do you mean i do not have work I have to do after this or i die how am i expected to just goof around without the dread of getting work done looming over me /lh

#i talk!!!#its even sillier considering JUST HOW BAD I WANTED IT TO END #i cannot tell you how many times i went to campus to stay for over 7 hours and be like “ok im going to finish all this work once in for all”#for a big pile of detail and random last minute projects to pop up plus me realizing how bad my home computer is forcing me to go back #I WAS SO OVER IT LIKE IT WAS JUST A FEW DAYS AGO I WAS SO EXHAUSTED LIKE #“man no one week break from college between semesters is gonna be enough for me”#its been 2 days and inmediately i am aimless and lost waiting for the next semester to come quick its so goofy #i was really looking foward to being all free and being able to keep working on my silly personal projects and artwork #but now that i am free i am dissapointed by the fact my day is not already set to be another intense homework day #LIKE JUST 2 DAYS AGO I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER WHEN I WAS MEANT TO BE DONE AND I WAS SO PISSED WHEN MORE STUFF CAME OUT LAST MINUTE #so yhe fact that now i feel empty without the fact i have unfinished work looming over me is so goofy #how am i expected to draw and do my own stuff when i am not having to count my pennies so i can wake up early the next day

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tonycries · 6 months ago

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Your (Super)Man - N.K.

Synopsis. He’s not a bird. He’s not a plane. He’s…just Nanami Kento from the journalism department. But you have a feeling that Nanami’s hiding a super big secret - and not just the one down there.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, Clark Kent! Nanami, SUPERMAN AU, aphrodísiacs, coworkers-to-Iovers, he is a GENTLEMAN, slight víoIence, Itadori cameo, saving people, píning, manhandIing, he is BIG, cervíx kíssing, making it fit, pússydrúnk Nanami, oraI (fem rec.), BRÉEDING, creampíes, cúmplay, spítting, Nanami’s POWERS, matíng presses, face-sítting, buIges, BREAKING THE BED, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.7k

A/N. CLARK KENT(O) NANAMI SAVE MEEEE

“There’s just something about him, Shoko.”

“Right…”

You’re flicking a quick roll of your eyes as your coworker continues stealing drowsy sips of her early morning coffee. Well, her fifth of the morning. Grumbling out, “I swear- There’s just something about him that feels so…” Eyes drifting - as they much seemed to do these days - to the man in question. “-different.”

And, listen, Shoko would whole-heartedly prefer the tittering office gossip with you over working on her weeks-late article any day of the week.

But times like this, she really had no idea whether the two of you were staring - undoubtedly creepily - at the same Nanami Kento.

That stoic, mild-mannered hire who’d just been freshly accepted into your journalism sector. Tall, seemingly powerful - yet, he acted anything but. A gentle giant with the suspicious patience of a saint even against the worst of editors - honestly, she’s musing, just who was this guy?

“Hm…” Fingers digging into her achy temples as if trying to will away the memory of her upcoming deadlines. And this. “Maybe you just need to get laid. A proper, genuine good f-”

“Shoko.”

And she’s cracking her first laugh of the day, ducking underneath her computer screen with a sigh as Yaga passes by dangerously close. “Well, you were thinking about it. Harlot.”

You’re sighing, too - though for a much different reason, she imagines.

Gaze narrowing as you finally rip them away from the blond-haired man dwarfing the corporate cubicle opposite the two of you. Bumbling and fixing the glasses on his face for the nth time this hour. “W-well it doesn’t help that he’s hot.”

Shoko’s mere milliseconds away from opening her sharp mouth once more - and you’re mere milliseconds away from wincing at what was surely to fall from them. Before-

A call of your name.

Ah, saved by the bell - or, your managing editor, more like. Though, you weren’t sure if you’d consider it “saving” when Yaga’s holding out a crisp stack of documents your way. Brows furrowed underneath his sunglasses, he gruffs out, “They finally cleared the pitch for your article on that flower. You’re good to go.��

“O-oh, that’s great. Thank you.” Plastering on a simpering smile on your face, you’re hastily clasping those papers. “I’ll get started on the interviews right away.”

Articles on flower shops weren’t quite the adrenaline-thumping journalism you’d expected to work on when you first joined this company. Initially concocting fantasies about interviewing your city’s nefarious villains or perhaps even…Superman .

But ah, those were just dreams. And it seems that someone here had to report on things like mysterious flower shipments to local florists - which just-so-happened to be you.

You’re pulled out of your pitiful little reverie by another echo of your name. Turning back to Yaga, brows raised. “Yes?”

“And take Nanami with you.”

Oh.

“Ah, sorry you’re paired up with me, Nanami.” You’d be chuckling much, much later when you’d gathered your files and your wits to be stuffed inside an elevator with your coworker. “I’d imagine something like this probably wouldn’t have been your ideal first taste of real journalism.”

Eyes straying anywhere but where you could spy the way the suit buttons over his chest looked like they were about to pop! Nanami was unfairly attractive, even when he was slouched and nervously struggling to meet your eyes with his honeypool ones.

Always known around the rest of the company to be so timid - but you get the feeling that he was being extra jumpy around you.

He’s shaking his head - golden strands of hair curtaining his handsome face. “Please don’t worry. I’m only grateful that you’re taking me with you, I-I promise to try my best not to be a burden, ma’am.”

“Aw, no need to call me that. We’re the same age, after all.” Subtly, you’re mashing the button for the ground floor a few more times. Suddenly reminded of how dizzyingly tiny this space was. How much of it he was occupying. “And I can’t promise that I won’t be a burden, either.”

You’d meant it as a joke - you really did. But after seeing the way that Nanami’s forehead crinkles with a furrow, you almost wish you could take back those words.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner.” He’s mumbling - such earnestness dripping from his rich baritone that you can feel your eyes widening a fraction. And Nanami sees it, too.

“Oh?”

“I mean-” Fingers fumbling to push up his thick-rimmed glasses, he’s tightening his yellow speckled tie almost as if he wished to choke away that burning flush creeping up from the back of his drooped neck and blossoming at the tips of his ears. “Just- just that you’re one of the most c-competent journalists in our company and I’m only honored to be learning from the best and- o-oh, it seems we’re here.”

It’s a wonder that Nanami noticed - it’s a wonder that you noticed once those metallic doors parted like a curtain to reveal the bustling lobby. Finally here.

He’s holding out the curved end of one big, strong arm, bent at the elbow to show off the straining stretch of his flexing biceps. And you can’t help but ogle. “M-may I?”

It takes you copious seconds of staring at the thoroughly outlined bulge of his sculpted arm for you to finally snap to your senses. And a few more to finally realize what he was asking.

Something warm and mushy pools in your stomach. Fuck.

Tentatively wrapping your hands around the rock-hard mounds of flesh so that Nanami - ever-the-gentleman - could tenderly escort you out, as if this was a ballroom and not your workplace.

And you can’t help but think that perhaps you didn’t mind tedious interviews if it went anything like this.

“So, there’s no sender address?”

“Nope.”

“No date?”

“Nada.”

“And no postage?”

“Tch, I wish!”

You’re tapping your trusty pen against the parchment of the notepad, gears wracking in your thoroughly overworked brain. “Mr. Itadori, is there a possibility that this might be a prank?”

Wasuke Itadori shakes his head with a grunt, weathered fingers brushing over the aggressively violet petals of a flower you think looked too bizarre to even be pulled out of your very dreams. He’s tapping the stiff flower once. Twice.

And you’re gasping when a tiny puff of shimmering pink billows out like a heady cloud. Perfumed. Hypnotizing. A musky vanilla that makes you draw in further, and reminds you of- Eyes peeking over at an aloof Nanami…him.

“See? Smells jus’ like my wife’s cheap citrus perfume. N’ unless she’s haunting me from beyond the grave as she said she would, it seems too elaborate of a prank ta me. It’s obviously livin’, but I can’t find any information on this flower for the life of me.” The older man crosses his arms, scowling, “Ya have no idea how many times I’ve had ta stop my stupid grandson from trying to eat this thing.”

Humming, you’re jotting down a few notes - fingers tremoring ever-so-slightly at Nanami’s burning gaze right beside you. “Have there been any strange effects on the other flora since you’ve acquired this special flower?”

“Nah, nothing at all- that’s the thing, s’like it’s alien or something. Just showed up at my door one day n’ I dunno what it is.” He’s grouching - and you have to agree. That is strange.

You’d never heard of any other florist’s receiving this type of strange…gift?

But you can’t voice anything more before a voice sounds from outside the see-through door, and the man before you clicks his tongue. “Ah! Dammit, that reminds me- my flower vendor’s here already. Excuse me while I step outside, you can throw the lil’ gremlin in with the marigolds if he bothers ya too much.”

You’re holding back a chuckle - honestly, this was nothing like you expected, you think you would have enjoyed this interview regardless.

Wasuke was a doting grandpa - as much as he may deny it. And his tiny, pink-haired menace of a grandson was positively bouncing off the walls at having official journalists enter the cozy flower shop. Dangling midair off of a closely-observing Nanami’s shoulders with two chubby arms wrapped around the other’s neck.

Though, you certainly weren’t complaining at the sight.

“Hey- pretty lady- mister Nananamin-” Yuji’s squeaking into his ear. “Are you two married?”

You’re sure that if Wasuke was within earshot he’d have grabbed the child by the scruff of his neck. But, alas, Nanami was beared with none of that mercy.

Teasing, “Hmm, would you like to answer this, Nanami?”

“No- I mean yes! N-no, this lovely lady and I are not married.” He’s huffing out a low bout of laughter, massive palms barely even having to try to pick up Yuji’s wiggling body. And you can’t stop the way your heart lurches when he’s softly cradling the younger boy in one arm - fuck, you really need to get yourself together.

“Why not?”

And perhaps for the first time since you’ve known him, Nanami Kento looked truly and utterly stunned. Hazel eyes pleading your way, mouth opening and closing a few desperate times. “Well…”

But Yuji only plows on with the oblivious confidence that only comes with being freshly five. “Then, since you’re erm- what was that word Megumi said? Uh- d-divowced, can I marry her?”

Ah.

Giggling behind your palm, you’re almost on the verge of saving your poor coworker. Almost.

That is, before it happens.

CRASH!

You can’t hear anything, you can’t feel anything, you can’t see anything - other than a bright, blood red. Fuck-

“N-Nanami? Yuji?” Your voice is shrill - cracking, and you’re unsure if the way you grimace is because of how utterly pathetic you sound or because of the complete devastation in front of you. “Wh-what…”

Shit.

Heaps upon heaps of concrete and wrecked pieces of building pile upon what was once the Itadori family flower shop. Flowerpots knocked over, the ceiling crumbling, bright morning sunlight filtering from above to illuminate a thick blanket of swirling dust.

As if a whirlwind had wrecked it through and caught up you right in the middle of it - purposefully.

Shit shit shit-

Gasping, heaving to try and scramble your thoughts into one big coherent one - but then instantly regretting it when your entire body wracks with painful coughs. You’re so confused - head churning with exactly what’s happening right now - that you barely even register the large hand soothing over your back.

Your ears ring with a sharp keen, eyes bleary and tinging with black - it hurts. And you’re pressing a hand to your forehead with a hiss. Unbalanced voice on the edges of shattering into a zillion pieces, “What happened- wh-where-”

“Shhh shh shh, you’re going to be alright, darling.”

What?

Your head snaps up - it’s then that you notice it.

Finally.

Body tucked safely behind the overarching counter of the flower shop, far from where the sudden impact of something would have hit you. You’re crouched against all the wood and debris that dug uncomfortably into your legs. Your hands tremble - but not just with fear, no, with the tearful cries of a curled-up Yuji snuggling thankfully safely into your body.

All in the arms of…Nanami?

But, wait, no- it was as if it wasn’t him at all.

Because gone were those heavy glasses framing his pretty face, and you’re blinking your lethargic lids urgently to drink in the stern, serious features they’d left behind. Brows furrowed, plump lips pulled tightly when he’s clenching his jaw, muscles flexing as he’s holding you two tighter - as if subconsciously.

There was something different about him, something…magnetic, like a flip had just switched on. And you’re definitely blaming the way your head was swimming - but you can’t help but think he looked so hot.

Fuck - now’s not the time.

Soft locks of blond were windswept to slick back, that snug coat of his tattered onto the floor to display an emblazoned logo that you wouldn’t be able to mistake even if you tried.

“You’re…” you breathe, and it’s a wonder that the syllables come out coherent at all. Jaw falling slack at the glimpses of that familiar skin-tight red and blue suit you’ve seen smeared across every magazine, every news column, and every show these days. “...Superman.”

And it takes a second. Two.

Until Nanami’s long lashes flutter with a little pant of laughter, a singular thick finger straightening into a shush-ing gesture when he’s smiling down warmly at a sniffling Yuji, “This’ll be our little secret, right?”

“Y-yes!” The little boy hiccups, plump palms scrambling to cover his mouth. And you think you could spy a tiny smile rising through his short fingers. Though it wavers, “Mister Nananamin- I mean- Mister Superman, my grandpa is still outside…”

He’s nodding, “I’ll keep you all safe-” Before turning to you with eyes so scorching that you can feel yourself inch in closer against the stiff fabric of his supersuit. “-all of you.”

“Ahhh~ touching touching. Didn’t think I’d run into dear ol’ Superman here.” A high, eerie voice rings over the thundering blood pumping to your head, and you’re burying even deeper into Nanami’s sculpted side. “But ah, not to worry, Man of Steel, m’jus’ here to pick up a little lost package of my friend’s so…”

Nanami’s stiffening underneath your touch, and with a slow nod he’s getting up from your little hiding place.

And if looks could kill - which you knew Superman could do - then the greyish, patched man in front of you wouldn’t have been waltzing in through the utterly destroyed door already. As if he owned the place. Owned all of you.

“Mahito, we’ve spoken before.” Nanami’s voice was hardened with a growl in a way you’ve never heard. Fuming. “Leave now and no one gets hurt.”

There’s a metallic click! resonating across what was left of the four walls of this shop, as if he was loading some type of gun. But not as you’ve ever known one.

And Nanami’s eyes narrow with a thick coating of tension when Mahito’s fingers curl around that flower - the exact one you’d come here to interview about in the first place. Plucking it neatly from the vase before crushing the waxy petals between his fingers.

“You sure ya wanna talk to me like that when you’ve got civilians here, Superman?” Voice airy, delighted. As if he wasn’t currently loading an opening in that specialized gun with the gooey insides of that flower. Before pointing it - right at the bullseye where you were scoured away. “Especially with sweetcheeks here? Don’t think I don’t know how soft ya are for-”

Nanami stretches into an attack-ready position. “So you’re after the innocents again.”

“Ah- no, actually.” Mahito snickers. Snickers. “I’m after you.”

BANG!

It all happens so fast that you’re not even sure if everything’s part of your imagination - whether this is all still a dream.

Because in the bat of an eye, Mahito has the slightly-glowing barrel of the gun pointed your way. Bursting the counter into nothing but a few shockwaves and shards of plastic.

And in the bat of much less, Nanami’s shielding you with his entire body, sculptured front glissading against your back, beefy arms curled snugly around your waist. Head tucked over yours to make sure every inch of you is protected, Yuji placed gently at his side.

Your bleary vision clouds with a familiar fog of pink - dazzling and addictive with that same musky perfume. Was- wasn’t this what Wasuke had shown you earlier?

“Shit! Wh-what the fuck is this?!” You’re hearing off in the distance - or perhaps it was right beside you, you didn’t even know at this point. “That damn Hanami- this isn’t the poison-”

He’s letting off a shiver, before gritting out. One arm holding out to you just as it had in the elevator, the memory hits you with pang. “Y-you two need to get to safety. Now. May I?”

If it weren’t for the hours of droning meetings faced with Nanami, the weeks of trying to get him to speak with you - months of memorizing every syllable that dripped from his pretty lips, then you wouldn’t even have noticed. But you did.

“W-wait-.” Your throat scratches and struggles to get the words out, matching the shakes in his own tone. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

But the only answer you get is a soft, mysterious smile. And the repeated hum - as if you weren’t wrangling yourself around to peek at where he was undoubtedly hit. “No need to worry about me, my love- ah. My first and foremost priority is you two-”

“But you’re hurt.” you’re crying out, gasping when Mahito’s eyes lock with yours. And he leers, knobbly fingers fussing to reset that weapon once more.

“I know.” Stray tresses of golden flaxen stick to Nanami’s sweat-glimmered forehead like an impromptu crown, and you don’t know how he has it in himself to smile down at you. Cradling Yuji in one arm, and you in the other as if the two of you were easily weightless - you can only gape at the adorable dimple digging into the left corner of his mouth. “Now, hold on tight.”

You do - and you can only blink before your savior is flying.

Now, you’d always marvelled at the sheer heights that Superman reached on those live newscasts. Wondering just how euphoric it must be to soar through the air, free from every care in the world - well, as much as you could be when the fate of the world rests on your shoulders, at least.

But this? This was heaven.

Wind whipping your face like an icy mask, Yuji’s high peels of laughter tinkling in your ears. You can’t do anything but watch and watch as the demolished flower shop grows smaller. A speck.

“Oh- oh my god.” You’re whispering thorough scrunched eyes, nails clawing deeply into the mountainous curve of his well-defined deltoid.

And if it hurt, then Nanami didn’t give a single sign. Instead, he’s laughing - quiet, and as delicate at the cottony clouds passing you by. “S’alright, s’alright. Super- Ken’s here. N’ m’not gonna drop you.” You’re cutting through the air so fast - staggeringly - but right now, when Nanami’s boring his eyes into yours, it felt like time itself had stumbled to a stop. He’s pulling you even closer to his powerful body, “I’d never let ya go, darling.”

Yet, when the view of your cozy Metropolis apartment comes into view - you almost whine at the fact that he has to.

“Don’t you worry about a thing now.” Nanami’s ruffling Yuji’s windblown mop of pink hair - even more tousled with the wind. “I’ll be going, and I’ll keep both you and your grandpa safe.”

And looking at him right now - velvety crimson cape flowing at the wind seeping in through your open window, one arm bulging with muscles as he leans readily against the frame - you wonder how you could’ve ever thought that anyone other than him could be Superman.

“Come back safe.” You’re choking out, hands clasped. “W-we’re still not done with our article…”

“Mhm, you better hold me to that, ma’am.”

And with that, Superman - Nanami - was zipping through the air at a mach speed that made you realize he was intentionally slowing it down for both you and Yuji on your way here.

Fingers quivering, it takes you what feels like practically forever to turn your television on - precisely onto a live newstream of how Superman had entered the site of a villain attack. Ready to save. To be a hero.

Eyes locked mindlessly on the tiny blimp of red and blue onscreen, you cuddle a fidgety Yuji on the bouncy cushions of your sofa. For your jittery nerves just as much as his. “Your husband is so cool, lady- he’s Superman! Oh- whoops, shhhh! Tha’s a secret though…”

“Yeah…” you’re breathing out. “Yeah, he is cool, isn’t he?”

Forty-five saved, three buildings wrecked, and one injured.

One injured - him.

Though, Nanami wouldn’t quite count himself with any civilians injured or…worse. He never quite does.

But, oh, it was so hard not to when the first thing he’s peeling back that hazy layer of fatigue in his eyes is you - you, you, you. In all your glorious self, big, pearlescent tears spilling down your pretty cheeks and splattering in tiny puddles onto his bare chest.

His bare, bandaged chest.

And for a second, powers set aside, Nanami thinks he might just have died and reached heaven. How fitting that the angels looked like you.

Voice hoarse as he’s muttering his first few words, “Are- are you alright?”

“-stupid. Asking about m-me when you’re the one hurt. Didn’t even-” Your sobs garble out into words, and you’re half-heartedly hitting your fist against the unbandaged part of Nanami’s skin. “Don’t you ever do that again- you had me- so worried.”

Ah, he’d won the fight - and he finally felt like it.

Silently, he makes quick work abandoning those delicate bandages of yours - a strange part of him almost hurt to unravel your work like this. To unravel nothing but silken, unblemished skin after hours of healing abilities.

Though, Nanami gives all the credit to your care, anyway.

Warm fingers cup your head to nuzzle your clammy face against the crook of his neck. Practically draped over your bed and onto his body now, and you could feel his burning skin, smell those musky pheromones of his. “Got it got it, I won’t be scaring you like that again.”

“Th-the neighbors were so worried when you just showed up all injured n’ half-fainting at my window, y’know? I had to bribe them to be quiet with a few of the flowers that Yuji’s grandpa left.” You’re muttering, more to fill the strangely thickening silence than anything.

“Ah, tell- tell Mr. Itadori that I will have his shop reconstructed by the end of this week.” He’s whispering, voice so strained that you had to crane your head to hear him - close. “Was Yuji doing alright?”

“Mhm, never been better, apparently. He just left with his grandpa, and they invited us over for dinner before…” Brows furrowing, words withering away on your tongue at the agonized knit in his brow. There was something…different. “Are- are you really okay, Kento?”

Nanami doesn’t comment about that use of his first name - nor does he embarrassingly babble out how it might just be his new favorite song now.

He can’t.

Because Nanami was panting - groaning. Pearly whites clenched so hard that you think you could hear them creak.

There was a strange simmering flush creeping up his body, staining it such a delicious strawberry pink that made your mouth water- or maybe that was just the emanating clouds of vanilla musk saturating your lungs. Clinging onto Nanami’s body like a dripping second skin-

“I…” he’s gulping, half-lidded eyes shifting away from yours like he couldn’t even bear to look at you right now. Didn’t know what he would do. “-my apologies. But what that fucker- ah- excuse my language. What Mahito hit me with seems to not have been a poison, as I had thought. Rather, now that it’s finally spread through my body, I feel it’s something else entirely… ”

“What is it- does it hurt?”

“It seems to be…” Gesturing wildly with his hands, careful not to jostle you. “-an aphrodisiac…of sorts.”

You’re letting your lips part, “Oh. Wait- ‘of sorts?’”

And ah, there was the timid Kento you knew. He could never lie to you. “It- itseemstoonlyaffectthoseinlove- B-but my healing abilities are working and-” Nanami’s sitting up faster than you could blink. Words running a mile-a-minute, “-and I shall leave in case you feel uncomfortable with me here-”

“Why would you leave?” It’s slipping between your lips before you can register. Still mulling over those previous words - they explained. A lot.

Nanami stills, hands clasped around those creamy blankets he was flinging off, sure to disappear into the starry night. “P-pardon?”

Well, fuck.

You’re steeling your gaze - you’ve waited this long. And if there was anything about Nanami’s afflicted aphrodisiac, it was that it was contagious.

Making you breathe in a heavy gulp of candied air, “Aphrodisiac, huh? I’ve read about those, and don’t you think that since you saved me-” Slowly - ever-so-slowly dragging your hands to rest on his smooth shoulders, faces inches away. “-it’s only fair that I help? Besides…I can smell it too.”

Oh, he gasps. A confession if any.

Fingers tangling through those damp locks. “But if- if you get tangled up with me- who knows what other villains will come after you. I might’ve taken down Mahito today, but Kenjaku is still out there. And I have to keep ya safe.”

“Well who’s going to keep you safe?” You scoff, refusing - rejecting - to relent.

“I don’t need to be safe if it means that I can keep that beautiful smile on your face everyday.” And maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was how close you were to him in this dimly heady lightning, but Nanami didn’t seem like he meant to say that out loud. Not at all.

Basking in your spellbound silence. “My love…feel this?” He’s clasping one hand around your own, letting you rover a greedy grope of his plush pecs - his heartbeat. Thundering. Frighteningly so. “Th-this isn’t any old aphrodisiac, especially considering me.”

“And?”

“And that means, darling-” But he was, too, just as much. “That m’gonna want ya…need ya. So badly and fuck! M’gonna make ya forget what it feels like without me…” One rounded index trailing up, up, up to about halfway up your tummy. “-here.”

You’re shuddering, taking in deep gulps of that electric air. “...A-and?”

He’s jerking you forwards with a mere fraction of that superhuman strength to splay your body over his towering one. Face lolling into the cushiony valley of his pecs, legs straddling that slutty waist of his in a way that made you shy. Right on top of his drenched boxers. That needy spot between your legs heating up just as much as his condensing breath did on your skin. “I can’t promise that when I fuck you, I won’t break you.”

Fuck. Was this really the same, adorably feeble Nanami Kento from work? You weren’t sure, but you knew one way to find out…

“I’ll…hold you to that.”

But before he was Superman, he was Nanami Kento from the journalism department. And who was Nanami Kento against you?

“Such a stubborn girl.” You’re being surprised with a sudden implanting of his thick set of fingers leaving a sudden swat on your ass, voice teetering on what almost sounded like a growl. “But you’re mine, aren’tcha?”

Your fingers dapple along the sweat-dampened little curls of blond at the sexy edge of his undercut. And it seemed like the more the aphrodisiac boiled into his veins, the more and more he burned feverishly.

Senses superhuman but already heightening with the coarse need glossing his brain - he could practically taste your arousal.

Panting. Charming maw falling parted to mist you own with such rousing puffs of his scent, “Kiss me. Please- kiss me.”

And- fuck, Nanami kisses like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Was absolutely drunk with just a simple slide of his pursed mouth against your own, from a tender little peck until he only got greedier and greedier-

“Mmmm-” Rasping grunts curdle at the back of his throat, slurring into a low whine when he’s wrenching a splayed-out hand onto your scalp and dragging you away. Manhandling. Sultry sucks being left on the tenderest spots of your throat, sure to make the office talk tomorrow. “Can feel how fuckin’ wet ya are f’me already, darlin’. S’this the aphrodisiac or you?”

God, it was so embarrassing.

That silky little puddle of your reflective slick was flooding from between your flimsy panties to press gluey little smooches against his manspread front.

You’re mumbling, words stumbling over one another when your hips peek in to seat just above that swollen crown of his cock. Already rock-hard. “Y-you don’t have to say it out loud.”

You barely even realize how you’re slipping and sliding in needy little gyrations of your hips before Nanami’s putting a shuddering halt to it. One rude hand curling around that perfect curvature of your waist, he’s snickering at how you’re letting off a thoroughly disappointed whine. “My apologies, but s’hard f’me to act like a hah- gentleman when ya have such gorgeous lips…” He’s chuckling out - humorless, parking one big thumb against the corner of your mouth. “These ones, too.”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence - couldn’t even finish his thought.

Not before bruising your lips with some of the filthiest little sucks on your lower lip - like he’d simply gone way too long without kissing you. Once. Twice. Again and again and-

“O-oh!” Your hands scramble to find purchase up on his broad shoulders when he’s darting down one fat thumb to paint with all your silvery pussy slick. Drawing slow meshes of circles on your soppy slit up and down up and down up and- “N-Nanami-”

“Kento.” He’s cutting you off with a fracturing furrow of his brows, “We’re way past last names, don’tcha think, my love?”

Oh, that sweetly rugged tone stirred up something inside you that made you want Nanami now now now.

“Oh? S’that so?” Ravenous edges of his fingers pulling aside your sticky panties to the side to sidle in with one thick drag of his digits, they’re being lacquered with such a heavy layer of your sweet, sweet juices that Nanami can’t help but drag his fingerpads upwards to sniff. To suck one by one. Sweet. “You’re heh- babblin’ cute nonsense, but fuuuuck this cute cunt is talkin’ ta me even filthier.”

In such sappy awe at the way your puffy pussy flaps were sugarcoating him all the way down till Nanami was dripping at the wrist. Metallic wristwatch from work all shiny and ruined-

“Need you t-to touch me inside, Ken–” you’re huffing, circling lazy grinds across his roughened hands. “Please?”

“Anythin’ for my girl.”

And Nanami’s giving your ass another good thwack! of his palm, feeling the vibrato of delicious jiggles before hauling your entire body higher and higher. Letting his back hit the silken sheets of your bed within a fluid motion, before you even know it you’re hovering your clothed cunt over his swelteringly fevered mouth.

Just one sudden move and you’d be riding his face - exactly what Nanami wanted right now. Yearned.

“Oh- wait-” You’re startling, fingers fumbling with that tight pencil skirt you’d worn to work specifically for him to see. “Didn’t take this-”

“Not a problem.” He’s grunting, only looking up with droopy eyes at where you’re straddling his handsome face, decorated with tawny strands of hair when he’s grinning. Thick fingers clasping onto the hem at your waist, “Hold on tight n’ show me that pretty pussy.”

RIIIIIP–!

Your skirt is on the floor, torn through like butter - your blouse and bra soon to follow. Impatient. And it’s only once Nanami’s done savoring that sweet embarrassment wafting off of you, the way your drenched pussymound smells so sugary sweet - does he even consider freeing you of them.

He’s scrunching up the sodden wet fabric into a little treasure hidden underneath your pillow - something for him later…

And you’re even wetter than usual, that contagious spell of aphrodisiac making your eyes glaze with sheer need.

“Aw, look at thaaaat.” Nanami’s breathing - enchanting. The curves of his lips lifting into a smirk at the way your dripping slit treacles a fresh coating of slick all down his tongue, letting it sliiiide a lazy trailway to hit the back of his scratchy tastebuds. “Atta girl, b-better be taking all of me if yer that eager, hm?”

And Nanami is so needy - he’s so desperate to have your clingy pussy make a mess all over his face as soon as possible.

Breathing in like some pervert to take in your perfumed scent. Reaching up to smear a wet glissade of his lips down your own, and you think that it might just be the filthiest French snog that anyone has ever placed on you. The buttoned edge of his nose mushes against your peeked clit so harshly.

He’s blazing, cock thumping for more- With a low, heated whistle, he’s nuzzling his sweat-glossed forehead up against your moistened inner thigh. Layers upon layers of your slick coveting his features and stinging delicate little ropes that connect his maw to your cunt.

“Mmm- fuckin’ sweet- fuckin’ hot–” Nanami keens out, pillowy palms spreading your legs so comfortably apart until you felt like he was cracking you open. “C’mon now, sit your f-full weight on me, my love.”

You’re sputtering, thighs all achy with fatigue. “B-but-”

“Darling…” Nanami’s smiling, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. “Not to be conceited - forgive my tone - but I’m Superman. N’ if there was any way m’to die, then it would be right between these pretty legs of yours.”

And you didn’t know whether it was the fumes of vanilla aphrodisiac taking over his melty brain completely because Nanami was ruthless.

Your dear, sweet coworker was kissing the very edges of your bloated cunt with one of his oversized fingers. Sifting through to draw numerous innocent hearts on your sensitive clit, before plunging down,down, down-

“Ah!” You’re yelping at the stinging stretch of his souring fingerpads, swirling in mushy little gyrations around and around your elastic entrance. Extra sensitive right now- damn that flower. “H-how is your finger already feeling so…”

“Good? Does my heh- good girl like this?” He’s cooing up at you, feeling your gloopy cunt with such copious inches of his long hands.

And with such staggering fingers you could only imagine how big he’d be down there…

SWAT!

“Aww, don’t space out already. Wanna hear those p-pretty moans even longer-” The jutting pout of Nanami’s oh-so-cute lower lip smudges against your saturated clit. Tingling and hot when he tilts his head to bite. “‘Sides, how are ya gonna f-fit my cock if this is too big, hm?”

You’re holding back a wrecked whimper when he’s chancing another rummaging finger to part your pursed pussy lips. Ramming up and down to drag a sultry stripe across every nook and gummy ridge, to feel for-

“F-fuck-” Head throwing back, your spine arches into a tight little bow that slops the entirety of your cunt down onto Nanami’s eagerly awaiting mouth. “There- there there there- don’ stop, Kentooo.”

He’s been waiting for this forever. And he was going to get his fill.

And you could feel the way his mouth curled into a flirty smile, the back of his sharp chin slathered against the very back of where you needed him the most.

“Mhm– Not gonna let ya go-” As if to prove his point, one free hand is all it takes for him to latch onto your waist and pin you to ride his face with reckless abandon. Exactly how he wanted it. “Wanna marry ya- be mine- please-” Because Nanami Kento didn’t want to move an inch - couldn’t bear parting with the exact sweet treat that’s haunted his most lecherous dreams since the day he fucking met you. “-never- ah- never after th-this.”

Such pretty, pretty melodies resonate out every time Nanami’s slobbering honeyed flurries of sucks and kisses onto your cunt - and not just from between your lips.

No, your teary pussymound was so loud with wiry sploshes of sap. And he simply can’t help himself from nodding his head with every waterlogged swash - as if he was having a full fucking conversation.

“S’right- m’wife’s always so right aren’tcha-” Nanami’s rawly drenched fingers pump outside - just for a split-second - to pap! pap! pap! his calloused pads on that syrupy little stud of your clit before curling his fingers into his mouth and sucking. Cleaning himself off. “Sh-should hear what yer gorgeous pussy’s been hah- sayin’- such a talkative girl, isn’t she?”

And those drunken chestnut eyes of his were just pleading - begging - for you to babble out, “Wh-what is she saying, Ken?”

“She’s sayin’- boasting, actually…” he’s drawling off, and with just how utterly fucked that Nanami looked right now, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d lost his train of thought. Giggling - giggling out, “-that she can take three.”

He was determined to prove it to you.

To swell your adhesive walls open with three of his pulpy fingers until you felt like you were going to burst. Those thickset globular ends of his digits reaching for that precious little bullseye of your cunt - he’s caressing you lovingly from the inside.

Over and over back and forth in maddening crawls until you were halfway through sobbing. And a primal itch inside him purrs at the sight of those prettily glistening tears in your eyes.

Ah, you looked so gorgeous riding his face like this - and, really, it wasn’t Nanami’s fault that his mouth felt a little left out…was it?

“B-both?” You’re dawdling your limp arms precariously onto the mahogany headboard - something that lasts for a generous two seconds before he’s unlatching your hands to dig harshly into his prespired tug. Firm arm around your first nudging you to pull- “You’re seriously gonna t-try n’ fit both?”

Both being the way that Nanami’s overfilling your snug channel with the dual penetration of his long, extra-sensitive tongue.

Hissing with a slightly feral snarl marring those features when your tight hole won’t give way, Nanami’s bumping his nose against your sensitive nub with shy pecks once. Twice. Thrice to bully his feverish muscle inside.

“H-hngh—” he’s groaning at the tugging squeeze of your rubbery cunt. Stray fingers scissoring open your gluey walls, “Need ya to m-milk my tongue- know you can- ah! Gonna take it like my good girl, aren’tcha?”

And it happens all at once.

You don’t know what you’re more surprised at - the way that he’s somehow managing to wedge in that sugarcoated drive of his tongue, or the way that you’re cumming.

Your own high taking you by surprise - taking all but Nanami by surprise.

And you’ve never felt anything like this before, eyes flashing with white-hot stars.

They’re burning into your brain and rendering you absolutely stupid with every bludgeon of his fingers into your gooey depths. So fast and hard that you can feel the recoil from your bulging g-spot sprinting in cratering vibrations down your spine.

“Nana- Ken-ohhh fuck!” Your mouth drivels away mindlessly, the euphoria so good that you can feel pools of dribble spilling from the corners of your lips with every grind. Thighs quaking, somehow wanting more- shit, seems the aphrodisiac won’t be done after just one…“M’cumming- ngh- m’cumming m’c-cumming.”

“Mhmmm- already know.” Words sinking down into what almost sounds like whines, and Nanami almost feels like he could cum in his pants. “Come now- pull on m’hair n’ r-ride me through that pretty high.” Filthy. Depraved. He’s curling the deliciously gravely tastebuds on his tongue to lap up every one of your knotted waves of slick, letting viscous wad after wad hit the back of his throat with a lewd splat!. “H-hehhh. Chatty pussy- y’know what else she’s sayin’?”

Shit- the idea makes your fingers nimbly pull at Nanami’s soft strands until he’s wafting out a low atta giiirl. Mumbling through croaking moans that just won’t stop dropping from your lips, “Wh-ngh! what?”

“She’s hngh- saying…” Yeah, it wasn’t the aphrodisiac - it definitely wasn’t the aphrodisiac that had him losing his fucking mind like this. It was you. “-that yer gonna g-give me another biiiig one very soon.”

Oh.

That wasn’t a promise - Nanami didn’t have to promise that.

Because he was so intoxicated by that caramel scent sticking to you. Increasing twofold when with a sodden swat! down your bawling slit, you’re being stretched out with three of his digits until you were wide agape. Embarrassingly, so.

But not for Nanami - with a tantalized loll of his head into the silk-covered pillows, he’s gifting your sloppy entrance with a thick wad of saliva.

As if the need was infectious - that orbed mass of spit flooding the inside of your cozy pussy just before his tongue is.

“Ngh- s-so hot- ya like that new lipstain, my love?” He’s gulping down the excess slushes of your slick with every thrust past your glutinous walls, hard. Sloppy. Making such a mess on purpose, because for all how straightlaced Nanami was - all that shattered when it came to you. “-s-so sweet. Ah- h-hold my hand if s’too much, darling.”

“Feels so s-sensitive but…” Your jaw drops into a soft oh! when his rugged tongue drags over the globed bruises of his fingertips inside. Fingers scrambling for his free ones in midair, “-but I want more, Kentooo-”

With the leverage on your hand, he’s helping your burning thighs manage out a few more soppy strokes up and down.

Your head is so dizzy by now, and you can barely see straight. Barely stumble to match every sopping smooch being punished upon your overwhelmed pussy. “Look so pretty like this- So tight- so cute. Probably c-couldn’t even ngh- fit my tip this way.”

“S-so mean.”

“I’d be nice if ya- hngh- spit in my mouth.”

Gasping, “Like this?” But you didn’t even have to ask - you knew the answer in Nanami’s eyes, in the way he was smearing your pussy lips thoroughly ajar. In the way his dilated pupils run all the way to the back of his lips when you do.

Your greedy gaze dazes back down to take in that heavenly sight of him - and you almost wish that you still had your camera for the article today with you. Because this was a sight you wanted to remember forever and ever.

He’s so pretty with his golden locks splayed out like an angelic halo on the pillowcase below, clammy skin flushed rose red, swollen lips coral pink and gumming over your gluey ones like it was his favorite candy. Sucking. Even harder at the sloshes of translucent sap that laminated his face down to his chin, his neck, and all the way up to his cheekbones.

Thighs stuttering and sticking with every grind on top of his face, it’s all you can do to manage out a pitchy, “Think I might just- K-Ken–”

He’s swirling up a lazy few fingertips to your needy clit and pinching. “-cum all over m’face again, my girl.”

You do. You do like you can’t stop.

And he’s supping up every draining burble of your flooding slick like it was an antidote to this little ah…indisposition.

He says so, too - gurgling out wet little scientific explanations into your cunt that make your high peak with orgasms upon orgasms. Your second, third, and forth meshing into one to make you practically convulse. Nanami’s forced to dig his fingers into the plush of your thighs to stop you from escaping.

And the question about whether this was part of his powers is halfway out of your mouth before Nanami’s leaving off a final swat! again your drooling pussy.

Chuckling - crazed - at the wispy sprays of juices that makes you gush out.

“C’mon now, do those legs s-still work?” Nanami can’t hide the way that his deep voice wobbles into what almost sounds like a laugh. High.

You’re being ragdolled with a squelching pop! off of his heated mouth and easily lifted to take his third favorite seat of yours - his lap. The second being his mouth, and the first- well, it was sure to be his thoroughly achy, angry cock right about now.

“Ken-”

Nanami couldn’t bear to hear his name in your sweet, whimpering tone - he just couldn’t. Shutting you up with a slow slide of a kiss, “Yeahhh, darlin’...kiss me- more. Lick it allll up.”

“D-didn’t think you’d be so dirty…” you’re gasping, when his tongue pries your slagging maw open to once more spit. Sweet. Caramelized.

“Oh, my pretty girl…” Two of his soppingly wet fingers smush your cheeks into a pathetic pout, “You haven’t seen dirty just yet. Now- spit back in m-my mouth, why don’tcha?”

You do - splattering a messy mark right at that adorable dimple of his with your messy aim. But he loves it - it was so sweet. Darting out a tongue to extract back all those sugary remnants before giving you one, final French kiss.

Begging in that growling way of his, “Whaddya- whaddya want from me- I’ll give ya anything- anything-” Both arms looping your waist to plaster your sweaty front into his Herculean one, you have to hold back a keen at how your hardened nipples massage against his pecs.

But, most of all, what you could feel - what you so badly wanted to feel - was that long, thick outline that jerked once you glide away sweaty strands of Nanami’s hair. Desperate.

“Wan’ your cock, Kento.” You were way past feeling any sort of embarrassment now. Winding your arms around his sculpted shoulders, “N-need you ngh- inside me. Now.”

Of course, whatever you wanted - Nanami Kento would give.

He’s tugging down on the elastic waistband of those too-tight boxers, and your ears burn with the saturated schwf! of soaked fabric on skin. And that superhero suit…did not do him justice.

Nanami’s slouching back on one arm when you’re oh-so-impatiently helping him kick off that useless piece of fabric. Head tilting with an uncharacteristically cocky smirk, “Like what you ah- see, hm?”

Shit, did you ever.

Because it’s always the quiet ones - always.

And with your seat position right at the thick, globular mushroom tip of Nanami’s cock, you knew that he’d be packing a staggering few inches. The mere outline of it puckering up against your pussyflaps enough to get you to gulp with nervousness.

But this? This had your jaw dropping.

Fingers trailing down that lightly fleeced copper happy trail of his in utter disbelief. Because not only was Nanami Kento big - he was big.

Swollen, glistening near-nine inches that jerked at the vulgar size difference of your digits struggling to wrap around his ridiculous girth. Nestled against bulky breeder balls rounded and weighing heavily underneath his strawberry pink length. He seemed even harder than usual - and it was all for you.

Fuck, that aphrodisiac. This was all for his gorgeous (future) wife.

Lazily drooling out a thick few wads of pearly pre that butters over your fingerpads, and just a simple touch - just one drag of his sweltering hot length makes Nanami whimper-

“O-oh- yeahhh- brace yerself, my girl.” He’s letting his head tumble back with a groan, heavy-handed arms guiding to the fleshy mound of your waist. “Gonna be ah- ruinin’ this pretty cunt-”

Nanami’s making you mewl with a welcoming little thwack! of his plumply bloated cockhead against your puffed-up pussy lips. Making your creaky bedframe sing out a few protests. Stirring out a staccato of one - two - three before finally - finally - slipping right between that pursed pout.

CRASH!

An overwhelmed hand of his grips your headboard the moment he’s pushing and pushing - only to have the strong mahogany break underneath his superstrength. Damn, these powers.

“Awww, look how much yer drooling-” Nanami’s hiccuping with every tiny clench of your gummy walls around that cylindrical intrusion. A mean few fingertips so ferally smearing over the rings upon rings of saturated sap your cunt was slobbering all over his hefty base. Drawing a foggy line with them over your tummy, “G-gonna be riiiight here…h-heh.”

And maybe it was best that your dear Nanami was talking to, well, her. Because just the simple stretch that came with his fattened tip was enough to render you spellbound.

“Nana-”

Smack! “Mhm? M’here, m’here, your dear hngh! Kento is here.”

“Kento- oh my goood-” Nonsensical syllables drooling from your lips and readily available for Nanami to kiss away. Your head slags drunkenly into the crook of his neck with each sinking inch, “S-s’so big, dunno if it’ll even ah- fit.”

“Shhh, s’gonna fit. Deep breaths…deep breaths.”

You’re echoing, trying to time your stumbling gasps to match his. Backfiring when you only obtain lungfuls of his masculine scent, ‘D-deep breaths?“

“Mhmm- deep-” Oh, but even he wasn’t immune to the cloggy clamp of your pussy that had Nanami rutting. “Whoops.” One of his powerful forearms showcase in front of your narrowed vision, ogling all the pumped veins and rippling muscles. “C’mon- bite.”

You’re listening without a second thought, teeth sinking into the smooth skin - gurgling back tiny sobs at the sheer stretch. It felt like you were being split apart.

He’s rolling his tips upwards, glissading you in a cozy massage against the ridges of his sweat-shielded abs. “M’gonna make it- duh. Look at me-” Dextrous fingers curling around your throat to make your woozy gaze focus on him, “Yeah- yeah. Look riiiight at me wh-when I ah- ”

And it takes only the tiniest probe of his thumpingly peaked veins bludgeoning against your tender walls, fuming divot bawling out a few geysers of creamy precum that fill you up scorchingly.

It takes only that for you to cum with an unstable shudder, moans piling on top of moans. You’re digging your fingerpads into Nanami’s damp scalp and pulling when you cum for the nth time on his cock.

You didn’t even know how you were cumming again - why, but you had a feeling that the thickening perfume of vanilla and candy in the room had something to do with it…

“C-cummin’ from jus’ the ah- tip? Seriously?” Nanami’s breathing, chest heaving with awe. Pushing and pushing away the heavy strands of his blond hair just to see you. And the urgent motions only make your pussy slide down even more, spearheading his lusciously right-leaning curve up into your gooey placeholders. “Really are jus- ah- made f’me- really ah! So perfect. So, so perfect.”

You’re watching his huffs turn heated, “Mmm- wanted you to f-fuck me like this ever since I was- ngh at the office.”

“Ohhh what a coincidence.” He grins - grins. “I’ve wan’ed to fuck ya like ah- this, since I first s-saw ya. Woulda fucked ya right then n’ there in your pretty lil’ cubicle if I ah- could.”

Crying out, “More- more more more-”

“Jus’ another inch-” Nose crinkling at the gripping resistance of your tight entrance, you were so slicked-up that you were practically flooding him with delirious puddles of resin. His fat thumb smears open your lips, “S-see? Juuuus a lil’ more-”

Oh…fuck.

He was finally- wait. No, this had to be a dream, right?

“Wait- shiiit- did you seriously-” He’s stuttering - stuttering exactly the way he used to back in the office. Back in his disguise. “Seriously…think ya deserve a little r-reward for that, right?”

Your reward just-so-happened to be another treacly wad of saliva being blasted onto your tongue. And by now you’re doing nothing but letting it easily be swallowed up with a cockdrunk smile. “God, m’feelin’ so hngh! full— c-can feel ya right- here-”

Every jackhammer bullied up into your goopy orifice had Nanami wrecking you from the inside. His crowned, rotund tip prying open those stickily sweet walls of yours, barely even having to try to stir up a wet wipe against your poor cervix.

“Feel me right-” One softened palm splays down across your tummy. Hard. Feeling for that tenderizing whack of his thickly tip into your most precious spots. “-here, huh? Yeahhh- f-feel that bump- touch it. Gonna c-carve out a fuckin’ ngh- cute lil’ bruise right here.”

“P-please.”

And then, with a heady drawl of laughter, Nanami’s dredging out his tired tongue to lick over your rapid pulse like he wanted to bite. Palms still groping that orbed bulge, “Y-you wouldn’t believe what this- ngh- this is makin’ me think…”

Ever-so-curious, even when you’re being fucked stupid like this. “Wh-what?”

Earning you another few vicious ruts into your g-spot, a few thin lines of drool waterfall past his lips. Almost as if the very thought is enough to make him light-headed.

“Jus’ thought a-about how yer always so ngh- pretty.” Muttering low and frantic with every bounce on his painfully hard cock, like he didn’t even want to admit this pussydrunk nonsense. But couldn’t stop. “So pretty when you were handlin’ Yuji today. Pretty when yer all ah- overstuffed with my cock b-but…you’d make an even prettier mama, though.”

Oh.

A mama - Nanami Kento wanted to make you mama.

And he was pressurizing you with pound after pound drilling into your melty depths until you were sure that you were molded around his shape. That mountainous curve of his crownhead striking every bullseyed sweet spot.

“Wan’ it-” Your legs wrangle around his slender waist, heels digging into the pretty dimples at the bottom of his spine. “Want you to f-fill me up so ngh- badly, Kento.”

“S-seriously?” Your words so distracting that it has his riotous cock drilling hard into that spot and skidding away in increasingly sappy thrashes against your battered and bruised cervix. Jaw clenching, “Really wan’ me fuckin’ this cute cunt hngh- p-pregnant, darling?”

Making you only nod and nod and nod-

“Yeahhh- anythin’ my girl ah- wants, huh?” He’s tittering at how adorably your hips were slurring out the tiniest of grinds. Up and down up and down - failing to meet his sloppy cadence, but angling your hips to use him. “N’ right now- all I wan’ is you all ah- round and fuuuuull.”

And it wasn’t just the aphrodisiac talking.

You were beginning to overspill already, the flooded torrentials of his slushy precum seeping from the pouty ends of your slippery slit. You’re moping down his length with such humid tufts of juices, “Cum in me- please- need you to- now.”

“Mama didn’t teach ya ah- patience, my girl?”

And despite his words, he’s falling back to lounge so sexily against the dampened sheets. Close - he could feel it in the snaking heat at the bottom of his stomach that he was so very close.

Losing his faint grip on his power, Nanami’s clenching and balling his fists to stop from soiling permanent marks all over your body. Mind shattering. Your bedsprings bursting. Teeth gritting to stop him losing control-

Voice breaking into a few whimpers when he finally utters, “S-s’alright- greedy girl.” Before palming one hand onto the bloated budge of his length, the other swirling over your tearily overstimulated clit and tweaking. “-I can be th-the heh- strict parent.”

Oh, at this point, your orgasm is more a few heavenly tingles than anything else.

Stimulating your most fragile of pummeled crevices, you’re feeling warm, thick goblets of Nanami’s cum swash in a sticky wave. And there’s so much of it - extra with his condition right now, spurting out ribbony ropes of sickly sweet cum with every squeeze of his bulky balls.

Those knotted wads of ivory are filling you up until your gummy walls were inflating, thunking out a little wet spot at your cervix. Something that he can’t help but keen over a few fat digits and push to make a splashing mess. “Gonna get ya pregnant- I will g-get ya pregnant.”

Nanami’s big, beefy arms are pinning you to the front of his chest like he never wanted to let go. Never would.

Heaving to chase his breath - and, yet, still failing with every battering ram of his snaking cock. Fucking up the thickly viscous streams of cum up deeper and deeper-

“O-oh.” Nanami’s muttering, glassy wooden eyes straying somewhere beyond you and towards the end of the bed. The strangely…sagging bed. “We broke the- hah- we broke the bed.”

Shit. But you barely have the time to register his words before- THUD!

Your back is being brazenly splayed-out across the mahogany floors of your bedroom, Nanami’s arms underneath you shielding your body from every ounce of the stinging smack. Strong. Holding onto you tight.

Still pumped inside, still carving out the free ounces with masses upon masses of his swollen cock.

With your head drooping barely-lucidly to the side, you’re gasping at the blackened palm print that had burned itself onto the floor right beside your head.

The air around the two of you was candied, pheromones of candy and vanilla melding into what was probably your favorite scent now. Ahhhh…he didn’t even care if this was the cure anymore.

And despite being the strongest being in perhaps the entire universe, Nanami was melting into you. His abs adhesively plastered against your front, hips rolling in what can’t even be called grinds. Just simple, sappy gyrations of his still-twitchy cock.

He’s whispering out a slurring mantra of words into your thoroughly wrenched open mouth - barely even able to talk coherently after that mind-shattering orgasm. “Lock- lock them- lock them please-”

“I-I caaaan’t.” You’re whimpering out, limp legs uselessly dangling like dead weight where Nanami was resting them on the cushiony home of his deltoids.

But not to worry. Of course not to worry, your Nanami was here for you.

Biceps bulging when one arm bends to pin your ankles behind his neck, he’s folding you down, down, down into such a filthy mating press.

Moving you around as if it was nothing, as if you couldn’t hear your joint weakly popping. His healing powers being kicked involuntarily into overdrive…fuck.

Nanami can feel his cock jerk - barely softened for a few nanoseconds before thumping with every ounce of blood in his fully spent brain.

“Awww, t-too weak?” Planting a sodden peck against the corner of your ankles. And something in that tone told you that the two of you were far, far from over. That the slowly drunken fucking of Nanami’s hips was just the beginning. He’s squashing back a few remnant dredges of seed from just earlier, slipping out just enough to smear a messy white lipstick. “Well then…”

You’re jolting at the quick pap! pap! pap! of his ballooned tip popping out a few sloppily smushing strikes - before sinking deeply back in.

He’s fucking you again- and again and again and-

“Y-you know I h-haaaah- hate disrespectin’ my girl like- this-” He’s staring deeply into your eyes, gesturing languidly at the expanse of the floor. Ever-the-gentleman…usually. “-but if s’f-fer makin’ our daughter…then. Gotta make sure that I can be her Superdad.”

A/N. Hope you lovelies have the best week n’ happy new year in advance <3

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