#also full of sass!

[capsensislagamoprh]

Time worked differently in the material world than it did in the dreaming. If you were fey, you knew that. If you were not, you'd wind up spending three minutes arguing the prolific under management of sock distribution, storm out in a huff, only to find yourself in a whole new decade. That's not what happened to the Hero. He found himself standing in the middle of a battle field of steal and glass, great beasts screaming in rage as they tried to take off from a river of congealed earth. And it was raining. Turning to his void black steed, the man considered stabling it somewhere dry, with no idea where such a place would be. He listened. His brain exploded with sound. The city, for it was so called, was full of things that cried in different ways. Lovers sighs, hated rivals, disappointed mewls, angry shrieks. Focus, he told himself. Power thrugh. Bit by bit the sounds of the city pealed away, leaving a cool, crisp level of static. Turning to his steed, he considered the metal monsters that slid past, red eyes glaring in there wake.

His steed was powerful, fast and sleek. It seemed untroubled by the world of solid things. Mounting up, the Hero donned his helm of glimmering midnight, calling forth the fullness of its glamor. All of his armor reacted, flickering into sleek lines and shadows. Nudging his steed, it slipped into the flow of traffic as if it was always there, commanding the very essence of Rhodes.

He did not know how long he rode, his steed seeming to understand the laws of travel in this unchanging land on instinct. There were to many stops and starts, to many sudden crowded lanes, and far, far to many cries for help.

Then, amidst the rumbling plaintiff sounds came a hard, sharp cry. He turned towards it, steed picking up speed. There was violence. There was innocence. There was a fierce dream, a frantic prayer to be saved. It was fuel for his very soul. He could feel the gossamer thread of another legend forming, waiting for the supplicant to touch it, make it real.

All lands had their violence. It was a part of survival. All lands had rules, ever changing with their needs. This land seemed to merge them all into a cacophony of pick and choose. You could, if you didn't get caught. You couldn't if you thought about it to hard. It seeped into his skin, the rules. The ignobility of the way things worked only mattered if you were outside the place they applied. The brightly lit hut where people parked there coaches - he knew them now as such - was a market place where limited things could be bought. The tower of glass was a place of petty intrigue. There you could use the courtly laws to great advantage, but not the sword. And this cold, ruined place? Here survival was more than word or deed. It was in every breath. Buildings were destroyed, spirits gutted from hearth and home. This place had known battle on levels most places could not fathom. It would not recover. It would need to be reclaimed, fed to ground, then allowed to grow again. The cry came again, harsher, more urgent. There was pain in it. The Hero felt something tug at that gossamer string. It wove it into being. It paid for it in blood. He saw it then, the purest sacrifice. A father tried to protect his wife, his children. They were hunted by gangs and sell-swords. They were wanted for being 'different'. They were being driven out of there space by violence not necessary. This sort of thing was fading, becoming less common. And there it was, waiting, trying to reignite the abhorred smoke of hate. He shadowed the mercenaries, tainted souls who long forgot honor, replacing it with corporeal things. They had driven blades into the man, his life spreading across the thirsty ground. They aimed strange wands at the woman, greedy hands grasping young ones, tearing them away. The woman cried, screaming her outrage as she tried to shield them with her own life. They were scared, these children. So scared they forgot to dream. As the woman was forced from her youngest child, a wand to the back of her head, the small face of innocence looked at him, saw him. Its hand reached. It touched the string.

Her dreams were simple. She wanted to dance. She wanted to sing. She wanted to be something her parents could be proud of. She wanted a kitten. She wanted a puppy. Any pet would do, really. She wanted a friend, but only had siblings who had no time for silly things.

Her dream was simple. She wanted to live by her own rules. She was tired of living bound by the laws of survival. She wanted to dream. And to do that, she needed to be saved. Her father paid in blood. Her mother payed in agony. The children were stoic, waiting for the inevitable. She wanted to be someone her parents could be proud of. She would give anything. The dreaming accepted. The Hero took form. His steed was black, it's lines sleek. His armor the finest leather. He was handsome, yes, but that was always what children dreamed. The weapons he used were vorpal, kindly ending with out letting the wounded party know they were cut. They simply fell, shut off from access to mortality, caught in-between awake and dreams. The children stared. The woman shook, sobs seized by disbelief. She scrambled, racing to the side of the man who was fading, his soft words clinging to the tip of her ear as his life debt paid the earth itself for a moment of hope. His family would be safe. The child looked at the Hero, her hand still holding the string. She'd do anything. But the Hero did not make innocence pay. He made the sacrifice. That was part of his being. So he paid. And the dream accepted. His world faded, his form began to vibrate, locked into place. It shattered. It seethed. A thousand dark things broke into a fall breeze. The father stabilized, and of the Hero, a steed remained.

part 1, part 2

[flowerflamestars]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Elain Archeron & Nesta Archeron, Nesta Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Cassian (ACoTaR), Azriel (ACoTaR), The Lady of the Autumn Court (ACoTaR), Helion (ACoTaR), Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR) Additional Tags: Lucien actually gets the story he deserves, Nesta and Elain: the Most Competent, Archeron merchant family legacy, ACOMAF AU, Who runs the world? Nesta and Elain, Archeron sisters who knew about the War before Feyre told them, Lucien Spring Court Traitor Vanserra, Found Family, fake engagment, ride or die means you can't fucking die, a very different take on the Hybernian war, Fix-it fic, Older Archeron Sisters & Lucien centric Summary:

So bleeding and burning, lost and found, Lucien Vanserra staggered into human lands, and found he wanted to live.

[mxkokopuff]

power hungry bastard elf vampire and the silly lil tiefling bard jester that he fell in love with by mistake--

power couple of the century-

[pastafossa]

DONE. HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS:

I FUCKING LOVED, OUR MANWHORE IS BACK AND HE'S HERE TO SASS THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYONE. MY HIGHLIGHTS:

Legal entrance, Matt KNOWS how to enter in style, and I lost my fucking mind when he did. Side note, their legal back and forth was PERFECT.

MATT HITTING ON JEN IN THE BAR??? THE SASS??? SIR. Me whsipering the whole time, 'get him jen get him jen', but also Matt sliding in some good advice for her, because he may be snarky and sassy but he's also a kind, intelligent, thoughtful person and I loved that. He'd also be someon3le who absolutely relates to using both sides for good.

THE CAR AND FIGHT SCENE??? Matt just bouncing around??? Matt taunting and practically begging for Jen to slap that ass into next week? 100% the correct audacity level for him. Also he absolutely wants Jen to roll him, good for you baby

Side note: the Devil voice for, 'you need to back off' I am weak-kneed, my body is ready. Matt, Jesus

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, THIS EXCHANGE:

'What are you, the gold devil?

*Netflix Daredevil theme starts playing*

Matt, puffed up and showing off his suit waiting for Jen to be impressed: I'm Daredevil.

Jen:

Matt:

Jen: 🤷‍♀️

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD SUIT

OH GOD THE SEXUAL TENSION OUTSIDE THE WAREHOUSE. Him reading her heartbeat was fucking HOT.

"I'm going to do my thing." "Well I'm going to do my thing." "You don't have a thing." RIP the banter is destroying me I LOVE that we're getting to see Matt's snarky, happier side.

Me before Matt goes in: "I hope there's a hallway so he can fight in it."

30 seconds later: "THERE IS A HALLWAY! HALLWAY FIGHT! HALLWAY FIGHT! HALLWAY FIGHT FIGHT FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT!!! YOU FUCKERS ARE GONNA BE SORRY!"

The lampshaded bunch of dudes coming into the hallway only for Jen to squash them, Matt almost looked disappointed. Baby, you'll get another hallway, I'm sure. 😂

Excuse me the LEGAL FOREPLAY while FIGHTING I am LIVING for this, Jen trying to talk Frogman down while Matt wanders around kicking ass. "The gold ninja devil is a lawyer too???" "I just watch a lot of legal dramas." MATT STOP. I love them your honor, and I missed this boy. 😭

"I could take you to dinner." "Or we could skip all of that and..." YES GET HIM JEN

YES THEY'RE GONNA FUCK, AND HE'S IN THE DEVIL SUIT, HALLELUJAH, LIVE THE DREAM JEN

She can't fucking get his suit off, I am WHEEZING because seriously, how the fuck does it come off

MATT'S COMPLETELY SHAMELESS WALK OF SHAME, LIKE SHOES OFF??? BABE??? IN THE SUIT??? OUR MATTHEW MANWHORE MURDOCK IS BACK

I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN GIVEN LIFE YA'LL, SO MANY YEARS OF WAITING!

And not only did we GET our Devil back, we got to see a side of him we'd only ever caught glimpses of in the Netflix series! There's a sense of happiness with him, as if things are actually going good for him right now, and I LOVE that. We deserve to see all sides of him, what he's like when he's beaten down and when he's happy. I loved this! I NEED TO SEE IT AGAIN. I'm also so happy I could cry, fr. It's been so long since we've seen him in any substantial way. Having him back after years without means so much, and I felt like this was very much our Matt. And if you read TRT, this snarky, happier Matt completely vibes with my TRT!Matt, how I see and write him, and where I plan to have him end up - happy, Jane's rubbed off on him, confident.

As for my prediction for next week: matt represents her!

[nerosdayinanime]

drawing my au sabitos- this ones swap au :)

I only really have 1 full scene for this au- and it started from me thinking him & Shinjuro both being depressed drinking buddies, lamenting about their deceased dark-haired beauties

When Sabito became a pillar he turned the water estate into a sort of training hub for all breath of water users, to try and help more people to mastery. He pretty regularly spars with people in his downtime, makes comments and tries coaching people from the sidelines very often

Most people are kinda weirded out by him- hes aggressive and stern, very snarky, but he never takes off the mask and it makes him look perpetually sad- sometimes he has this air of melancholy around him, listless, the mask fits in better when hes in those moods. But aside that hes usually very kind and genuinely tries to look out for the skayers under his roof, very hospitable as long as they stay out his shit.

So hes very well received, but no one has seen his face- ever. They have all kinds of rumors and theories about why he wears it, what his face looks like, what the mask is even supposed to mean. Some of the more daring(/disrespectful/immature) inahbitants try to sneak a look in the mornings before he puts it on- but he's always wide awake, sightless blue eyes of the mask staring them down from an inch away the moment they open it

Anyways, one day he's out in the yard sparring with a higher ranked slayer in front of a group doing their own training and whatnot too- theyre both intensely into it, movements hard to keep track of and training swords clashing so loud it echos in the area. The slayer accidentally aims at his mask, the mood changes with a sudden pressure in the air when Sabito deflects the swing and reaches towards them in a flash- a harsh grip in their hair and yanking them so theyre centimeters from his face

"Don't touch the fucking mask."

Everyone drops dead silent at the utter malice dripping through his tone, a moment passes as Sabito realizes what he did and lets go of their hair. He gently ruffles it and straightens his back instead of posturing over them

"I deeply apologize. ...I think i should call it a day." he says in an uncharictaristically quiet voice before putting his training sword up and going to his room

NO ONE bothers him for the rest of the day, or the day after, they give him plenty of space and try their best not to prod at him or tick him off like they usually do- the slayer who was sparring w him was scared shitless and tries their damndest to stay out of his way and not piss him off again. They've never seen him genuinely angry like that- he gets pissed off and annoyed plenty, daily even, but that sudden cold fury over the near hit of his mask was terrifying to witness.

[rarestdoge]

He thinks he soo fuckin pretty, smh (he is)

[mizulekitten]

I love the Case of the Two Dead Dragons ep for a lot of reasons, but the scene where they're talking to Twitchy Richie, like when they first start to mess with him is just so... perfect. Like the way Charles steps up and says "Ooh, try it, mate," his crossed arms coming down. And in the following scene when it shows just Richie & Crystal it's like "What's he going to do omg."

Except Crystal tilts her head with the stupid lighter in her face and it's Edwin that goes "Don't mind if I do." And Charles just looks so enamored and Crystal and Edwin are both so pleased with themselves.

I don't know. It's just the way they're working in tandem with each other for once. Not just with one another, but exactly in step. Crystal knew, without a word, that they'd play along. Edwin could've just let Charles do his thing, especially after what he said, after knowing they kissed (even if they broke things off right after). But it's like... Crystal is a part of their team now. He may not be super close to her yet, but they're both bitches /pos that of course this is the moment they fall in step. It's a shared trait that they were using to hurt and annoy each other, but now it's a bonding moment, a crossing of that divide between them.

So of course Charles lets them have their little moment and is so happy to do so. Whether it's queerplatonic or romantic, this is his best mate for 30 years and his new best friend. He knows they'd get along in their own way if they got through it. And here they are.

Perfect sync, not just Charles and Edwin, but Charles, Edwin, and Crystal.

[n3onwraith]

I love Roblox

[weirdcharacter]

if i ever get diagnosed with ADHD the first thing i will ask is if i can get a head secretary, it's like a secretary but very small and inside my brain

[greenlakegalpals]

the branwens have strilalonde energy.

qrow is a dave strider that started drinking his problems away like a true lalonde

raven is a rose lalonde if rose was raised by striders and developed a sudden hatred for wizards

[monsieuroverlord]

Now that we have confirmation that Akihiro is going to be in the same book as Mac Hudson. I NEED them to interact -- mostly Akihiro not putting up with same bullshit his father would. 

Like, Mac’ll try to be “fatherly” ‘n shit like a cool uncle, because he and Logan “have history” and Akihiro’s just not having it.

Mac: You know, your father and I go way back -- he was in a real dark place then, no more than a mindless animal.

Aki: As opposed to now?

Mac:...

Aki: You really should’ve left him where you found him. It would’ve saved us all quite the headache. 

...

Then like just on the daily:

Mac: You’re really not like your father, you know that?

Akihiro *lounging on the couch in designer silk pajama pants, sipping bubble tea during his and Aurora’s spa time*: What makes you say that? 

[lovevalley45]

as much as i love human gideon i think she should have gotten to be meaner. the only reason they made her so nice n lowkey socially unaware is bc they knew putting sassy human gideon with astra n spooner would make their trio too OP

[thedreamparadox]

So basically NiGHTS is watering themself down so they dont scare Helen and Will?

A little bit! Tbh they do that for most of the Dreamers they run into given that they're a Nightmaren to start with. Will and Helen get a bit more of NiGHTS' actual personality than the average Dreamer because of the whole helping them beat up Wizeman (and helping them deal with some of their siblings) thing, but they're also like. Twelve. And not all twelve year olds are quite able to process the kind of stuff NiGHTS went through without potentially winding up with a little trauma.

Elliot and Claris are basically the only humans around currently that get the full "I am a nightmare monster and that is okay but can we pause this conversation for like two seconds I'm hungry and the Nightopians around here taste like smores" experience.

(In hindsight, NiGHTS more or less lightly customer services at people. You'd think with as long as I've worked in retail I'd have realized I was doing that by this point lol)

[pygmi-says-hi]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

[feral-peacock]

Eddie's first interaction with Abby is fucking hilarious and no one can ever take that away from me.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, unprotected, whiny nanami, using a vibrator on him, praise, nıpple play, mdni.

“go ahead m- my love but, that’s kind of . . kinky,” nanami sheepishly huffs, slouching further back against the fluffed pillows that rests on the mattress. with pretty umber eyes boring into you, he’s giving your nude body occasional three second glances before he stares between your legs—you’re a mere tease, hovering over his leaky cock. just a few seconds ago, you were riding him and now, you abruptly stopped with a cute impish look curling against your lips. “a vibrator on..me?”

leaning in, you press a wet kiss into the pulled out blue collar of his business shirt he wore. ruffled and crinkled, you smell near the edge of the fabric, intaking a long whiff of his cologne before humming. “jus’ hold my hand, ‘ken,” and he feels his heart race at your sweet words. nanami’s legs sprawl themselves further apart before he grabs onto your hip. another hand finds its way to yours, interlocking his slender fingers within your own. the inside of his open palm was warm and his breath hectically shakes once he hears the faint ‘pop’ sound of you switching the toy on. “thaaat’s it kento, just relax.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s jaw tightens almost immediately once the rubber head of the vibrator skims its way onto his tip. you’re real slow, pacing your movements but he was already near the inevitable carnal edge. nanami lets off a throaty groan, gradually tossing his head back and his adam’s apple bobs in rapture. as you’re cowering over his lap, you use a free hand to swipe a few blond strands of hair way from his face. so pretty. nanami’s trying to maintain his neutral stoic expression but he ends up shivering right away instead. his sounds were so pleasing to the ear. gruffly low moans came from him—he’s moaning out your name again and again like a broken record whilst briefly teetering his weight underneath you. the jittering toy rubs all over his swollen tip before his abs clench underneath his shirt. “honey, you’re killing me here,” and his bottom lip quivers before he stares at your teasingly jerking body. “let me touch you at least, please.”

amused, you hum at how needy he was.

how desperate he was to touch you more, brushing his fingers inside of the cave of your warm just wasn’t enough. he wanted more.

the toy was on the lowest level—yet, it felt like it was at its highest point. nanami’s pathetically twitching and spiraling underneath you, and you’re not making it any better by leisurely dragging your sopping cunt against the toy and his tip at the same time. “ngh, kento you feel so good, baby,” you feel a tugging coil within your stomach practically snap. nanami’s cock stood tall, rosé-colored with his cockhead glistening with pre-cum. it’s pretty, his balls were all full and a few achy veins prod through his skin at the toe-curling friction.

as the seconds pass, the tumultuous screams of the vibrator only grow louder. nanami’s thigh starts to bounce before his mouth pries open. “aw, ‘s okay, kento. doing so good.”

“honey, don’t ‘aw’ me,” he groans, and you can’t help but giggle at his brief sass. it later turns into a long drawn out moan because he can barely hold his head up anymore. nanami’s entire body feels hot - too hot. with your body so close up to him, he’s burning up, with the help of the toy also. he swallows thickly, failing to get that lump that’s trapped in the far back part of his throat.

your teasing had his blond arched brows curling up in obscene frustration—he even made an attempt at feeling down body but you grab his wrist. a small pout twists against his spit-glossed lips before he grumps. “how are y- you gonna deny me what’s mine?”

you kiss near his chiseled chin, feeling his naturally crooked lips curl from your tender touch. he wants you so bad.

“be patient, baby,” you murmur, hot breath ghosting against his skin. you’re so close that you feel the brief tickle of minuscule hairs that grow underneath his bottom lip. nanami grunts, the vibrations of the toy making him moan. but not only does it make him moan, it makes him whine.

the second you flip the switch to turn it on the second level, nanami loses it. he’s an entire drooling mess underneath you as it’s grazing against his tip. you’re holding the toy with one hand, softly moving it back and forth against his swollen head and poking at his peeling frenulum. his entire cock felt the teeth-shattering convulsions and they feel like straight electricity.

“pleaseplease,” he whimpers out, entirely a abandoning his bland façade. this was a new nanami. you don’t think you’ve ever heard him beg before, let alone hear him whine. his voice was so sweet despite the creeping rasp that bellows from his words. his hair was a mess, nanami’s sweating pinballs as he’s jostling underneath you. his pretty pink lips get gnawed at by his teeth before they start to quiver. “let me touch you, i wanna touch my wife. fuck, jus’ wanna touch you. feel you everywhere, please.”

and as he’s rambling with compressed eyebrows and a needy pout, you lean your head down, pressing yourself right up against his beefy pecs. tears of sweat race down his perfectly sculptured body, although you can spot a bit of a rounded tummy on nanami.

it’s cute. just the way his presentable blond happy trail roams further down toward his decorated pubes, you found yourself staring a lot longer than you intended. “you wanna touch me?” you sweetly coo, swaying the toy back and forth in a circular motion with your entire wrist, feeling his shaking only intensify. he could hear his unsteady pulses from his heart beat through his ears—and oh, he’s never felt so sensitive.

his response was a desperate nod—nanami groans lowly, an almost growl as his lips part. strained breaths snatch from his lungs before his eyes meet yours. as he stares at you intently, he swears he’d fallen in love with you all over again.

nanami was a simple man. a simple pussy whipped man.

“go ‘head, touch me,” you purr, and he doesn’t expect for you to press your lips right up against his pecs - only to then slide your head up his shirt, putting your lips against his neglected perky nipples. as you suck, he doesn’t waste any time, allowing his broad big hands to roam all over your body, savoring your soft skin colliding with the insides of his palms.

nanami then whines again, the current stimulation making him an entire mess and leaving him speechless. with the way he’s sounding because of your tongue salaciously flicking near his sensitive nub, you could barely recognize him from his tone. the warm tip of your tongue gingerly rolls itself around his nipple while you’re still rubbing the toy over his drooling tip. his head tosses back again before he uses a hand to grab onto the wooden creaking headboard. “fuck, fuck you’re an odd one, sweetheart.”

you hum with his nipple still stuffed in your mouth before throwing the toy aside on the other part of the bed. he hears the soft thud before feeling your welcoming warm cunt slowly sink its way back down onto his cock. nanami groans, his eyes widening—lips spreading and jaw clenching. “oh m- my,” he eyes trail down at you, and he pulls you closer into his chest. “honey, you’re so dirty. ‘m gonna cum.”

and as you’re sucking against his pec, nanami lets off a hoarse groan. he’s halfway in and he’s already shooting inside, various creamy ropes pour into you all at once and you hear the familiar squelch. it’s abrupt and so quick it gives him whiplash. his body feels like it’s all on fire—he chews the inside of his cheek before he’s just left stunned with his mouth dangling open. “mmf,” you feel a few viscid strands of saliva dribble from the corners your mouth, and he feels his cock twitch at the sight.

nanami grunts, everything feeling like an indescribable blur. his body including his weighty shaft that’s partially buried inside of you was limp. this candied fervor he’s feeling—he never wanted it to go away. one of his hands cling to your waist, piercing his padded callused thumbs into your soft skin. “ugh, told you,” he grouses, feverish balmy spurts of cum still oozing its way inside. it’s velvety, you feel wads of it spill inside before spilling right back out, painting down the edges of your thighs with ivory white. nanami’s breath was still shaky as you’re playfully jerking forward, barely moving a muscle but to him, it feels like you’re riding him. “y- you always make a mess out of me.”

“good boy, kento.” you remove his pec from your mouth, getting from under his shirt and you cup his face—only to pepper a few sprinkle of gentle kisses near his cute buttoned nose.

his lip quivers at your praise and he almost always gets off from it - your praise. your praise to him was technically dirty talk. as he’s slumped underneath you, all submissive and broken, nanami has the most pussy drunken grin.

“i- i wanna get you pregnant again, sweetheart. wanna make you a pretty mommy again. please, god i need more. more of you.”