Your sugar pie

19 Hopeless romantic She fell in love But he was fictional -unknown

[2-dsimp]

is Nokka a redneck? Can you tell him I think he would make for a sexy cowboy? He would be my favorite country bumpkin. Thank you.

No, he’s not a redneck lol.

But here’s your husband as a cowboy getting in his workout regimen by tending the stables.

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

(I got permission to write this, but by the time I got the nsfw I realized I couldnt copy and paste it all into Google docs so I could tell what the word count is (boooo Tumblr mechanics). I was going to write more for the NSFW, but it’s currently almost 3 AM and I have to do my hair tomorrow😩 so this is all y’all get. My only concern is whether or not I captured Nokka’s personality right😩)

Warnings: outdoor sex, mention of oral (both f & m received), yandere, squirting(?), breeding kink, mention of lactation, brat taming(?), Nokka,(yes he alone is a warning), and incorrect farm terminology cause I live the city. Not proofread. (Let me know if I’m missing anything.)

It was a hot day, hotter than normal, despite it only being around 6 am. You woke with a yawn body feeling sore from the activity of the day prior. The sun’s rays peaking through the blinds that you positioned so carefully. With careful and practiced precision you slowly moved your husband’s arm from off your waist. Lord knows that if you move to fast he’ll wake up and an up and hungry husband isn’t what you needed right now. Especially since from what you could see other parts of him were hungry as well.

Just when you were about to free yourself Nokka let out a groan, causing you to stiffen. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst, only for him to turn onto his back. It took everything in you to not let out a sigh of relief.

You learned your lesson from the last time that happened.

Sitting up comfortably you stretch slightly before sliding your feet into your slippers and starting your morning routine. Today was gonna be a busy day. Seed shipments were supposed to be coming in, along with some livestock. Once you were done in the bathroom you carefully walked to down to the kitchen, avoiding the squeaky steps like the plague. By the time you could heard Nokka getting up you were almost done with his breakfast. With all the work needing to be done he needed lots of calories and protein. As you finished the last of the food you could feel arms wrap around you from behind, placing lazy kisses on your neck.

“Mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, voice rough and heavy from sleep as his hands lazily traveled across your body. “Smells like you been busy down here.”

You gave him a strained smile, keeping your voice steady when his hands got a little too close to a certain place between your legs. “Just making breakfast, Nokka. We have a long day today and I didn’t wanna wake you.”

He gave a low hum, his chest rumblin’ against your back. “Didn’t wanna wake me, huh? That right?” His hand slipped down to your hip, thumb drawing slow circles through the thin fabric of your nightgown. “’Cause last I checked, you sneakin’ outta bed on me’s a mighty dangerous thing to do.”

“Nokka you’re being dramatic, I wasn’t sneaking.”you said with a roll of your eyes. “I just… wanted to get an early start. We have a busy day today. There’s a lot to—”

Nokka cut you off with a growl, upset at the mere thought at you helping around outside. He could already tell today was gonna be an extra hot day, and he wasn’t gonna let his precious wifey get a heat stroke. “Ain’t no we here, wife. Your pretty behind is staying inside. And there ain’t no lot to do that don’t wait ‘til I say so.”

He leaned closer, voice a low rumble in your ear. “You know I don’t like wakin’ up to an empty bed, sugar. Damn near gives me a heart attack wonderin’ if you’ve gone and run off again.”

“It was one time!-“

Nokka didn’t need to see your face to know you were rolling your eyes again. He only sighed, brushing his lips against your neck.

“Ain’t sayin’ you did it, wifey.” he murmured, tone softening just a hair. “Just- don’t do that to me, alright? You know how I get.”

He finally let go, his calloused hand lingerin’ one last time before he sauntered to the table. The wood creaked under his weight as he sat, shirt hanging over his broad shoulders, muscles on display, and those sharp eyes watching your every move.

You internally let out a sigh of relief, glad you didn’t end up bent over the kitchen counter… again.

~*~*~

You stood at the double doors of the large house, too large just for the two of you, giving Nokka a kiss before he set out to start his day around the farm(or was it ranch? What was the difference anyway??)

As time passed you could hear truck after truck driving up and leaving. It almost made you feel bad knowing you were in the cool, shaded, house while he was out in the hot sun laboring away. It stayed this way for a while, that is until you heard the loud mooing of what was most likely the new bull. And curiosity got the better of you, you wanted to see it. You wiped your hands on your apron and peeked out through the lace curtains, squintin’ against the glare of the morning sun. You could see the large truck that brought the bull in the distance, with its driver standing in view, hand on the metal of the cage as he talked. You tilted your head, trying to see more out the window and sure enough, there he was. Nokka, standing by the pen (cage??) shirtless, hat tilted low, jeans clingin’ to his hips as he talked to the handler with his arms crossed and sweaty shirt thrown over his shoulder.

In normal circumstances you weren’t a peeper per se, but when else would you get a chance to admire your husband and his physique without it leading to your knees at your ears, your face buried in the sheets, or you bent over whatever structure is closest. If you’d let him he’d fuck you for days on end, but your stamina and bones were no match for him.

You weren’t made out of no damn rubber for him to be bending you out, in, under, and over every which way.

You huff at the memories and continue to lean to see out the window, your eyes drifting up at down his body. You let yourself look just a little longer. The morning sun caught on his skin, beads of sweat trailin’ down the cut of his back, glintin’ like liquid gold. Nokka was built like the land he worked: rough, broad, and carved by labor. His shoulders were wide, every muscle in his arms roped tight beneath sun-browned skin slick with sweat. Did broad that they could carry hay bales or livestock with ease, arms corded with muscle from years of work under the sun, and a back that stretched like the ridges of the hills beyond the pasture. His chest and stomach were solid planes of hard muscle, marked with the faint scars of a man who’d done more than just lift hay bales for a living. Veins stood out along his forearms, making his muscles appear that much stronger.

Showed that those muscles weren’t there for decoration, that they worked.

It reminded you of another appendage of his that was large and covered in veins.

Even his posture had weight to it, a lazy confidence that said he didn’t just own the land; he ruled it. That he didn’t just talk hot, but could back up any declaration he made. That he’d fulfill any promise, any threat, in a heartbeat if need be. And he did commit. You’ve seen one two many bar fights that proved it.

His hat shaded his face, partially hiding his sharp eyes and jaw set with that familiar grit of stubbornness. And even if you couldn’t hear him write now, when he spoke, his voice carried the low, dangerous warmth of a man who worked hard and loved harder, maybe too hard.

And Lord, the way those jeans sat low on his hips, slung tight and dusted with dirt, it wasn’t fair. Your eyes were tracing the line of his abs down to the tight waistband of his jeans. It was like looking a decorative calendar. And lord knows if Nokka made one just with how he looked right now, it would sell out. That belt buckle glinted in the sun, the hint of rugged leather smell wafting even in your imagination. After all you’ve had that same belt in your face, between your fingers, many times when you’re feeling nice enough to reward him for all his hard work. He shifted, thumb hooking into his belt, and even from where you stood, you could see a smirk tug at his mouth as he continued to talk to the handler. Probably talking about his own livestock to throw the handler off so they could tell more about the bull’s history.

He always did know just what to say to get what he wanted.

It wasn’t until you saw the two men shake hands did you realize you’ve been staring for too long. And before he can turn or realize you were watching him, you quickly fix the curtains and stepped away from the window, just barely avoiding being caught. It wasn’t like you were doing anything illegal, but you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest. Your body felt warm, but it wasn’t from the heat - no, it was from him. Always him.

From his body. To his smirk. To even the damn belt.

Always him, whether you like it or not. But right now it seemed like you liked it. Because the thought of it all had your thoughts scattered and your body aching in ways that weren’t proper for just daily chores. Your eyes flicked toward the floor, trying not to imagine the countless times that belt had been closer than it should’ve been, how his hands had guided you, held you… commanded you.

Dear god, you could feel yourself clench and flutter at it all.

And before you even realized what you were doing you switched into outdoor shoes, and had a nice cold 16oz glass of Pedialyte on a tray with a cold towel, a new canteen of water, and a meat, rice, and veggie burrito wrapped in parchment paper. It wasn’t anything crazy, but with working in the sun for so long, even if he had a big breakfast he was definitely due for snack. And with how his canteen was just tossed to side probably a drink too since that meant it was empty.

A nice cool breeze began to blow as you open the screen door and stepped onto the porch, trying not to alert him. You could see him in the distance still working the bull, muscles flexing with every movement, hat tilted low, and his jeans clinging to his hips that didn’t know the meaning of weakness as he easily tossed a hay barrel over the wooden fenced off enclosure. The bull would have to stay quarantined for at least two weeks before it was allowed around the cows, calves, or even other bulls. Your heart thumped a little harder just watchin’ him.

The breeze helped with your nerves as you reached up to push your sun hat down so it didn’t fly away as your dress was blown every which way. “Nokka! Husband, I got something for you!”

He straightened, turning at the sound of your voice. Sweat-slick skin glinted in the morning sun, hat tipped downward as he bent over, about to pick up another barrel of hay after barely sparing you a glance.

“Wife,” he called out, voice carrying clean across the yard, low and sharp. “Get back in the damn house. It’s too hot out here.”

You clicked you teeth, ignoring him as you continue to walk forward. “And what if I don’t wanna?”

“You don’t wanna?” His voice had a slight tinge of shock as he finally stood up straight, talking as he turned to finally look at you. “Wife, I wasn’t asking you what you wanted. I was telling you what you needed to do. And the next time I catch you out here, I’ll put your ass on bedrest.”

“Well that’s not fair. I’m just a girl tryna take care of husband. Is that so wrong?” You asked as his eyes met yours before drifting down. His eyes scanned you up and down, staring at the way your dress morphed against your curves in the breeze, the little curl of your hair falling across your forehead, and the way your hands gripped the tray. The same hands he had wrapped around his-

No he can’t get hard right now.

“Haa? You gonna take care of me, wife? How?” He said with a smirk, arms crossed as he looked at you. Good, you were just perfect.

“Wellllll… you’ve been working so hard…” you drag your words, look at him with your own smirk, causing his to fall. “I thought you might need a snack.”

You’ve never been this forward with him. He’s the one that always has to initiate. And yet here you were, offering him refreshments, and looking like that.

God, he was so hard so fast it damn near hurt.

“You’re doing this on purpose, wife.”

“Gasp! What ever do you mean, my love? Now eat your food and drink the Pedialyte while it’s cold. Lord knows do you need it to stay hydrated on such a hot day like this.”

As if on cue, one of the sleeves to your dress lowered and exposed your shoulder along with the hickies he left on you the night before last. He let out a deep groan, his large strides closing the gap between the two of you and his hands were on you in an instant.

“Uh uh ahh.” You said with a wave of your finger, putting some distance between the two of you as you pushed the tray closer. “Eat. And drink. The last thing I want is for you to be dehydrated and they get a heat stroke while working. I’ll just be taking your empty canteen and placing the new one in the shade.”

He froze, eyes darkening, nostrils flaring slightly at your audacity, you were teasing him. HIM. And yet taking care of him at the same time. One hand lingered on your hip, thumb brushing over your skin, the other hovering near the tray.

“You’re lucky you’re mine, wife,” he growled, low and dangerous as he brought your hips closer to his, grinding his already hard bulge between your legs causing you to whimper. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but still you kissed him and then pulled away, putting the tray in his hand and rushing to pick up the empty canteen off to the side.

And surprisingly enough he didn’t chase you, which meant either he really needed the care and attention you just gave or you just dug yourself into a deep cave.

The next time you went outside to give him stuff. the sun was starting to set and all the expected visitors carrying supplies and seeds had long since come and gone. You completely forgot how you blue balled him earlier, but he didn’t. He never does.

Which is how you ended up bent over, dress bunched up around your hips, as you gripped onto the top of peg of the wooden fence, where moss has started to accumulate.

Your legs were shaking like a newborn fawn and you inner thighs were soaked from the sheer amount of times he made you cum on his fingers and tongue. You were starting to struggle to breathe from the overstimulation and yet there was no signs of him stopping.

“N-nokkkaaa!” You whine between sobs and moans gasping for air with each harsh thrust. He was fucking you like if he hated you. Bullying your insides for daring to tease him earlier. “‘m s-shorry!”

Gods you couldn’t even talk right. His cock was so deep it felt like he was scrambling your brains. Each thrust felt deeper than the last, as if he was searching for something as you sob beneath him.

“Shhhh, ya’ not sorry wife. But yer gonna be.” He warned between grunts pulling out all the way before slamming back in. And when he did you saw stars. Your jaw clenched automatically, back arched and eyes fluttered as if he found a shock button inside you. “There it iss..”

You didn’t even have the chance to process what he had done but you could definitely hear his smirk. He looked down at where his cock was getting devoured by your needy cunt, watching as a white ring of formed around his cock with each thrust. His cute little wife cumming and creaming on his cock. He stopped thrusting for a moment, his last act of mercy as he watched your pussy twitched and felt it tighten and quiver around his thick length as you squirted on him. The crotch around his jeans already soaked as he let go of your hips, messing with the fabric of his pants. He let the jeans fall around his ankles instead of keeping it on, the sound of his belt and pants hitting the dirt filling his ears along your moans and sobs.

For how he was about to fuck you, he needed all the mobility he could get. His hand took his now damp shirt off his shoulder and placed it on the log fencing that you were holding onto. He folded it over the curve before reaching down between your legs. Without saying a word he lifted your leg and placed your knee on top of the folded shirt.

If he was gonna fuck his bratty tease of a wife stupid he was at least gonna make sure she’d come out of it unharmed.

As he fixed you into position he placed one hand on your shoulder and another underneath your raised leg, right at your inner thigh.

“Ya like teasing yer husband huh?” He asked, pulling out and thrusting into the spot hard to punctuate his words. “Walkin’ ‘round here in that sexy little dress, actin’ all cute, making me suffer?”

A sharp cry escaped your plump lips, pussy quivering and tightening around his cock in response. “N-Nokka!”

“Shut up!” He growled in warning. “Yer the one that wanted to be a brat. Be a cock tease. Well here’s yer reward!”

Without warning his hips started pistoning in and out of you, slamming into that spot repeatedly with no mercy. The fat tip of his cock continuously slammed and punched right above your cervix, alternating between hitting it and hitting above it expertly. Drool dripped past your lips as unintentionally hold your breath as you lower your head, your forehead pressing against your forearm as you held onto the peg.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse or better?? his hand traveled up your inner thigh to rub your poor poor clit.

“Haaa, haaa, s-see what happens when ya tease your hardworking husband?” he asked as he played with the puffy and sensitive bundle of nerves. “I-is this what ya wanted wife? Cause all you had to do was ask.”

You could only groan in response, pussy fluttering around him once more as your eyes rolled back for the umpteenth time. The sounds coming from your pussy were down right sinful. The wet squelching of each thrust and the wet slaps of skin on skin. If it wasn’t for him having you so dickmatized you would’ve been protesting fucking in the outdoors so blatantly. Especially right in the open where anyone could see.

You could feel a mix of slick and cum dripping down your inner thighs as his hand on your shoulder tightened, forcing you to slam backwards into him. Like if you were fucking him yourself. Each time your ass hit is hips the sound was loud and your ass jiggled just the way he liked.

“Haa… Haa.. b-by the time I’m done with ya wife yer gonna be nice and bred. Those pretty tits of yers leaking milk like a heifer.” He said between his own moans as he continued to abuse you tight cunt with his massive cock. “Better yet, maybe I should k-keep breeding ya like this. S-show the bulls what they should be doing instead of eating all damn day long.”

What have you gotten yourself into…

[2-dsimp]

[piece0fgarbag]

need you now - s. b.

(Soldier Boy x F!Reader)

Summary: Watching your husband defend you at a Vought party turns you on so much that you need him to fuck you now.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (unprotected p in v, public sex—they’re in a bathroom, m!receiving oral), established public relationship, good husband!ben, FLUFF but angsty at the end ngl, homelander and the deep existing is a warning as a whole.

a/n: this is heavily inspired by “Thank Goodness” from Wicked. great musical. watch it pls.

Vought would forever be your heaven turned hell. 

You still remembered the excited tears you spilled when you were accepted into The Seven, the happy squeals at the news that you would do most of Vought’s propaganda, and the butterflies in your stomach when Soldier Boy asked you out. 

But those happy memories were tainted by your cruel coworkers at The Seven, the humiliating, pervy stuff the marketing team had you do almost every week, and the pit in your stomach when Vought found out about your relationship with Ben and turned you into America’s sweethearts. 

Homelander was people’s favorite, their savior, their perfect hero… but Ben and you were the greatest symbol of love, the goal everyone desired to reach. 

The perfect, happy couple.

Your discreet dates turned to extremely photographed walks in the park; Ben’s soft kisses started being scripted for the fans to go crazy; and Vought even reached the point of forcing your wedding to be at Madison Square Garden with a whole audience full of celebrities and millionaires. 

Yet despite everything, Ben and you kept your genuine, profound love behind doors. They could take away what was supposed to be the most special day of your life, but they would never watch Ben and you dancing in your kitchen at one in the morning, or listen to the sweet promises he whispered in your ear every night as he hold you gently against his chest, or catch a glimpse of how devoted your husband really was to you…

Vought’s anniversary was one of the biggest events of the year, so of course everyone was expecting America’s couple to arrive hand in hand, kissing on the red carpet and waving at fans. 

Your gaze was lost in the tinted window, the only surface that separated the cruel world from your precious life. 

Ben noticed your frown and kissed your temple. “You look beautiful, doll.”

The car turned right, nearing Vought’s tower and making you clutch the car seat. 

Ben placed an arm around you. “We will only be there for around two or three hours. Then we will… eat some of your favorite food.”

You looked up at him. “McDonalds?”

He smiled softly and nodded. “We’ll get a twenty McNuggets combo and finish that awful reality show you love at home.”

“Love Island?” Your hand searched for his and squeezed it. “How did you know there is a new season?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Because you’ve talked about it every day for the past two weeks?”

You giggled and kissed his nose. “Did I?” 

He caressed your cheek before diving down to your lips. You pulled back. “Careful with the lipstick!”

Ben sighed but forced a smile. Right, you had to look perfect for the cameras. For the fans. For the entire world. 

The limousine stopped at Vought’s tower, right at the start of the red carpet. 

Ben grunted at the sight of the multitude. “They could be normal and watch from their televisions or from that small square you all carry.”

He was a phone hater.

As he was about to open the door, you grasped his wrist hard. “W-wait!”

Ben turned to you, fully concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

The worried frown decorating his handsome face made your stomach drop. Sometimes you couldn’t believe you were dating such a beautiful man.

“I love you.” You gulped and caressed his arm. “Just… needed to say it.”

He felt a pang in his chest, those three words always causing his heart to race. Ben kissed your forehead before murmuring, “I love you too, princess.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself and clutching your tiny purse. Ben huffed as he finally pushed the door open. The second he stepped out into the cold night air, thousands of flashes bombarded him. It seemed as if everyone had been expecting this moment.

Ben got out first, waved casually at the cameras, and turned to you, offering a hand. You made a show of just showing your manicured hand first. Your recognizable diamond ring made fans scream.

Your husband helped you out of the limousine, gently holding your waist as he closed the door behind you. The flashes seemed to duplicate in your presence. 

“Y/N! Y/N!”

”Soldier Boy, over here!”

“We love you!”

You chuckled charmingly as you waved and sent kisses. “We love you too!”

Vought was a vicious company and you felt used most of the time, but you couldn’t deny you loved these moments, these showers of attention and love. There were people crying at the sight of you, dressed with your superhero suit, wearing shirts with your face… Most of them had probably camped for hours outside of the tower just to get a glimpse of you.

How could you ever let go of this level of stardom?

Ben’s big hand caressing your waist brought you back to reality. While you were smiling and posing for the cameras, his green eyes were focused on you. Still getting giddy by his devoted stare, your cheeks turned red. 

“What is it?” you asked with a shy smile.

He shook his head and pulled you closer to his side. “Nothing.”

Ben sighed and finally posed for the cameras too. He knew that even though he was one of the first superheroes, you were the people’s favorite. Their Princess Diana. He could pretend people were excited for him, but deep down he knew the popular one was you. 

And, honestly, he didn’t mind it, you deserved all the adoration and love. But he still felt a bit territorial and protective when people got too close.

He came from a different time. Sharing you with the world was something he would never get used to or be okay with. You were his wife, his woman… but Vought had gotten their hands on you before him, so now you were a superhero, a model, a socialite, an actress, an icon, and anything they wanted you to become.

Ben grew up in a different society, one that made him an angry, explosive mess. A society that taught him that he was destined for greatness and fame. But when he met you, he turned into a completely different person. The simple idea of hurting you, of treating you like an object, or of disrespecting you caused a shiver to run down his spine. He didn’t understand how people could look at you and exploit you.

You… beautiful, sweet, caring you.  

He never hid that he would kill for you. He would destroy everything and everyone in Vought if you asked for it. But this was the life you had wished for… 

As a security guard led you through the red carpet to the tower’s lobby, a paparazzi managed to jump over everyone and approached you with his blinding flashes. 

“Y/N, Soldier Boy! When will you be back to Keeping Up with The Seven—”

“Back the fuck off!” Ben yelled, quickly getting in front of you to shove the man away. 

More Vought security guards swarmed over and dragged the paparazzi away.

You had a hand on your chest and one on Ben’s arm, slightly paralyzed by how they were treating the man. Well, he could’ve been dangerous, but it still left a bittersweet feeling. 

“Are you okay?” Ben whispered and cradled your face.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing a smile. “Thank you.”

Ben kissed your temple and you could already see the tweets: “Oh, he saved her! He is such a great husband! I need a man like Soldier Boy!” 

“Let’s go inside. It’s getting cold,” he said, reaching for your hand to lead you to the lobby’s elevator. “Last thing I need is to play nurse again.”

“Wait!” You stopped and took a quick, impulsive decision.

Bunching up your gown, you ran towards the fans and signed pictures, took selfies, and even kissed a puppy. You could feel your husband’s worried eyes on your back but you didn’t care. These people literally made you the most followed person on every social media platform.

”Y/N, how is Soldier Boy in bed?!” a brave fan asked.

Normally, you would’ve ignored her, but she was recording you directly to the face and you never lost a chance for a viral video. 

You chuckled and pretended to be shy. “Y’all are crazy! But between us… there is one big reason I didn’t hesitate saying yes to that ring, girl.”

Everyone screamed excitedly at your answer. Oh, thank goodness Ben hated social media and would never see that video.

He looked serious as you walked back to him with an apologetic smile. “You almost gave me a heart attack,” he muttered before placing an arm around you. Then he whispered in your ear, “Don’t fucking do that again, okay?”

You forced a smile and pinched his cheek. “You’re peachy today, aren’t you?” 

Ben smirked at your annoyed tone. “And you’re bratty today.” His hand wandered to your lower back, not quite reaching your butt. “What happened to my good girl?”

“Don’t start,” you mumbled. 

He would always tease you in the worst moments. At least this time you weren’t in the middle of a combat… and it wouldn’t end in you giving him a blowjob on an abandoned rooftop… again.

The elevator ride was swift but nerve-wracking. Now that the fans’ part was over, came the worst part of the night: dealing with your peers.

The event’s salon was all marble and glass with Vought’s logo everywhere. It was packed with wealthy businessmen, celebrities, superheroes, and more big names.

Ben glared at the crowd with disdain, not trying to hide his dislike. 

Not even half a step in, people noticed you two. Everyone tried to start a conversation with you as Ben dragged you across the crowd to the bar. You faked smiles and shook hands, trying not to be as rude as your husband.

As soon as you reached an empty spot, Ben placed an arm around you to create a wall between people and you. “Enough talk. The lady’s thirsty.”

You leaned on the bar and looked up at him. “You could’ve greeted the president.”

Ben grimaced. “Why would I do that?” He ordered a glass of whiskey for himself and a margarita for you.

You were in the middle of a joke when a different type of piercing eyes met yours. Not adoring in the slightest. A stare full of cold, hard jealousy and hatred.

Ben noticed the sudden tension in your body and followed your gaze. He went stiff too at Homelander’s attention.

He grumbled and turned back to you. “What does that bastard want now?”

You gulped. “I don’t know, but he’s coming this way.”

Ben grunted, taking a long sip of his drink. He had never tolerated Homelander, but his disdain grew when the supe made obvious his disapproval of your relationship, laced with his dislike for you.

“Father,” Homelander greeted him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He glared at you. “You look lovely tonight, Y/N.”

”She does,” Ben mumbled, his arms snaking around your waist to engulf your body. “Most beautiful woman in every room.”

Homelander sneered but quickly masked it with a fake smile. “What happened to your suits? Laundry day?”

Apart from your status and beauty, Soldier Boy and you stuck out like a thumb for your lack of superhero uniforms. Vought knew that pictures of everyone’s favorite supes with dashing outfits would be trending, so they sent a green tuxedo for Ben and an emerald gown for you.

You placed your hands on your husband’s shoulders and joked, “I think the dress code memo got lost in the mail.”

Ben smirked. “Seems like it, honey.”

Homelander’s eyes wandered down your body for a little too long before they snapped to Ben. “Then my multiple meeting invitations must have gotten lost too, huh?”

Ben kissed your cheek, making a show of not looking at his son. “Mhm, most likely.” He bit your jaw playfully. “I’m never really in the mood for leaving our bed.”

You blushed and giggled at his sexual innuendo. “Honey!”

Homelander’s deep, long sigh was a call for their attention. “So… I heard you’re giving this year’s speech.”

Ben noticed your stillness and swiftly caressed your back. You muttered, “Yeah, I will.”

The blond supe scoffed and muttered, “That’s so weird since I’m the one that always does it.”

Your husband was starting to lose his peanut-size patience. “Sometimes we don’t get chosen and we have to suck it up and move on, don’t we?”

Homelander stared at him quietly for a long second, then patted his father’s back and faked a big, predatory smile. “Have fun, you two.”

And he stormed away like an irritated child, his cape flowing behind him. You felt your soul coming back to your body. 

“You know he won’t hurt you, right?” Ben whispered. “Boy’s too needy for my approval that he won’t ever lay a hand on you.”

You gulped, your eyes still on Homelander’s back. “Maybe not him, but he has an army of idiots following his every order.”

Ben sighed and pecked your lips. “Don’t think about that right now. Last thing you need is more stress tonight.”

A second margarita was delivered by the bartender, who gave Ben a flirty smile. He didn’t look at her as he grabbed the glass. “You’re drinking too fast.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can you blame me?”

Ben sipped the margarita and grimaced. “This tastes like a gasoline store’s lemonade, honey. How can you drink this shit?”

Playing with his tie, you jokingly replied, “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

He huffed and cockily arched an eyebrow. “I mean, clearly you don’t since I’m your husband.”

You snickered and kissed his cheek. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Ben grabbed your wrist as you reached for your purse. He looked at you with wide eyes. “Don’t leave me alone,” he mumbled. “Honey…”

You frowned at your antisocial husband. “I’ll be right back. Go talk—”

”Nooo,” he whined, looking around to make sure no one could hear him. Various people were still staring at them in awe. “They will come to me like vultures. I’m too sober for this.”

“I told you to do a line with me in the car and you refused like the boring bitch you’re becoming.”

He clenched his jaw. “I’m trying to be more responsible… and I mentally scheduled that line for midnight.”

You shrugged and freed yourself from his hold. “Too late. I’ll do another one and come back.”

”Don’t finish the bag,” he called weakly as you walked away to the main hallways.

The second you were far enough from him, people started to approach him like nervous, sorta-scared fans. He posed for pictures with a stoic face, mentally cursing you for leaving him alone so early.

Being good at playing the sweet celebrity card also meant knowing how to avoid crowds. You knew Vought Tower all too well, so naturally, you went to the farthest bathrooms. 

You swung the door open to the posh women’s restroom and checked every stall. “Empty,” you sang and excitedly took out your bag of coke. 

It was boring doing it without Ben, but he had recently started using weed to relax. You weren’t complaining much; more coke for you.

You did the line, wiped away all evidence from the counter, and washed your hands. Faint music from the party reached your ears as the bathroom’s door opened. You barely glanced up as a hooded person came in.

Not caring much, you dried your hands and started fixing the lip combo that your husband’s kisses had messed up.

The figure stepped closer, leaning against the wall near you. They still hadn’t said anything, just stared at you with an unsettling intensity.

You side-eyed them. “Hi?”

They pushed the hood back and revealed your least favorite person, The Deep. “‘Sup,” he greeted you with a smirk.

You sighed and continued with your makeup. “Didn’t you read the sign on the door?”

He looked you up and down. “Mid dress, by the way. Are you on a mission to be a flop all year?”

Ignoring his words, you muttered, “What do you want?”

The Deep and you had never gotten well. He tried to hit on you at the start, but after humiliating him a couple of times in front of the team, he placed you on his enemies’ list. So you were absolutely sure he wasn’t there to gossip or giggle with you. 

“I heard you’re giving tonight’s Vought speech,” he said between gritted teeth. “Who did you fuck to get that, huh?”

”Let’s see…” You bit your lip, pretending to be deep in thought as you counted with your fingers. “The executives from the twentieth floor, Noir, the lobby guy, all the marketing team and, yeah, basically everyone… except an octopus.”

His hands turned to fists as his face turned pink. “Watch your mouth.”

You smirked, always happy to rile him up. “I didn’t need to move a finger to get tonight’s speech. I’m the most famous Supe. What did you expect?”

The Deep’s jaw dropped. He seemed genuinely shocked for about ten seconds. “Are you serious? Like, seriously serious, dude?” He gestured to himself. “I am the most famous Supe in the whole world. Have you seen me? I’m handsome, rich—”

“Add comedian to the list,” you interrupted him with a sarcastic smirk.

He placed a hand on his hip. “I’m the fucking Deep, sweetheart. I have endorsements with Wendy’s and Old Navy. I’ve been in magazines. Meanwhile, you…” He scoffed. “You’re nothing without Soldier Boy. You’re just a hot housewife and a slutty puppet.”

You could feel your powers trembling inside you from the rage. He was completely wrong and just pushing your buttons, but you weren’t known for your patience.

“I’m the most followed person on Instagram and I’ve been on Vogue. Lie to yourself all you want. Nothing will change the fact that people love me while they just tolerate you.”

The Deep’s nostrils flared. “Love you? I haven’t seen you on most of this year’s red carpets, though.” 

You couldn’t believe you were arguing with him about something that stupid. “I’m invited to everything, fried fish. I just prefer to spend time with my husband and loved ones… something you obviously don’t have.”

He inhaled as your words hit him. “Love…” He let out a fake chuckle. “You think that’s some kind of flex? Love only makes you weak.”

The drugs were starting to affect your system. You placed your makeup in your purse. “You think I’m weak?”

The Deep looked down at you with condescending confidence. “Sure do. Without powers, you’re nothing but a good pair of tits and—”

You raised one of your arms to send him flying across the bathroom. He crashed into the wall, his body slamming against it hard enough to crack the paint. 

The Deep groaned as he slid down to the floor. “You little…” he whimpered, struggling to breathe. “Little bitch. I’ll get—”

Not wishing to listen to his pathetic rambling anymore, you walked out of the bathroom. Your heart was pounding like crazy and it definitely wasn’t from the coke.

You weren’t an idiot; you knew where The Deep and you had been standing: in the perfect, water-full place for him to use his powers. So you had no other option than to attack first and hard.

Ben was still in the bar, clutching his whiskey while surrounded by people. The second you re-entered the party, as if pulled by nature, his eyes found yours. But the relieved smile didn’t make it to his face.

Something was wrong; he noticed instantly.

Without hesitation, Ben excused himself from the group and walked straight to you. He gently grabbed your arm and studied your face. “You okay, princess?”

You tried to force a smile, but it wavered. “Hi. Yes, don’t worry.”

He squinted his eyes, noticing the tension in your expression and the slight flush in your cheeks. “What happened?”

Your hands found his shoulders. “Honey, you don’t wanna know.” You kissed his cheek. “I’m fine.”

Ben frowned, clearly not believing you. He had heard that lying tone from your stubborn mouth before. “Tell me,” he insisted. His hands cupped your face as he whispered, “You’re upset, doll.”

His firm (not angry… never angry at you) voice pulled your heartstrings. You gulped and mumbled, “The Deep appeared randomly, said some shitty things and we ended up fighting.”

Ben’s face darkened, his ears turning deaf to every voice but yours. “What did he say?”

“It’s not impor—”

“What did he say, Y/N?” he cut you off.

You sighed, stressed. “Classic Deep stuff, Ben. Called me a slut and—” 

“That motherfucker…” he growled under his breath. 

Without another word, Ben let go of you and marched out of the party. He knew which bathroom you usually took for coke breaks, so he didn’t look back as he planned many ways to make The Deep regret ever speaking to you. 

“Ben, stop,” you muttered, following behind him and trying not to trip on your heels. “C’mon, let’s go back—”

The ladies’ room door opened as The Deep walked out, limping. He noticed your angry husband walking towards him and quickly scurried back inside.

Ben kicked the door open and wasted no second in throwing Deep to the ground. Just in case the sea boy tried anything, you used your telekinesis to control all the pipes in the room.

Ben grasped Deep’s collar and slammed him against the floor. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

”I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Deep cried.

Your husband punched him hard enough to draw blood and screamed to his face, “I should kill you for even daring to speak to my girl.”

Deep was sobbing now. “I won’t do it again. I swear!”

Ben wanted to throw more punches, but he couldn’t kill Deep tonight, so he just kicked him in the balls. 

“You’re pathetic.” He pulled him up and threw him out the door. “Get the fuck off this party.”

You let your guard down as silence filled the bathroom. Ben sighed and washed his bloody hands on the sink. The sight caused your thighs to press together… and he noticed. 

Ben closed the tap and smirked at you. “Really? Now?”

You bit your bottom lip and shrugged. “That was… something.”

The sexual tension was thick as you just stared at each other. Then, impulsively, you held onto his shoulders as his hands propped you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed you to the wall and attacked your mouth hungrily and carelessly. 

Bunching up your dress, Ben held you with one hand and wasted no time to move your panties with the other. He smirked against your lips. “So wet already. Did watching me beat that idiot turn you on?”

You clutched his shoulders at the feeling of his fingers teasing your entrance. “Y-yes. Fuck. You look so hot when you defend me.”

Ben snorted and pulled his hand back. “That’s why you’re always dripping for me like a damn fountain.”

You twitched your hips, desperate for contact. “Ben…”

But he gently lowered you to the ground. “I think I deserve a thank-you gift for tonight, right, princess?”

Despite the lust clouding your mind, you understood his words and quickly got on your knees. Ben helped you unclasp his belt as your trembling hands tried to push it all down. 

Once his boxers freed his painfully hard cock, you looked up at him. “Did beating Deep turn you on?” you joked. 

Ben rolled his eyes and grasped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “Honey, I’ve been hard since you came out of our room in that dress.”

You smirked and grabbed his cock. There was no time for slowness, so you opened your mouth wide and took as much as you could. Ben groaned loudly and tightened his grip. You held onto his strong thighs and moved as fast and deep as his big size could let you. 

Sucking Ben off had always been a challenge, but in the last six months, you had gotten on the mission of trying to deepthroat him. It was inhumanly possible, but now you could at least reach the middle without suffocating to death. 

Ben looked down at you lustfully as you pleased him with devotion. “Just like that, princess. You’re doing so good.”

You pulled back until his tip reached your tongue, dived in until your jaw hurt, then repeated the cycle. Ben had to use all his willpower to not come right there and make you swallow it all. Seeing you do your best effort to please him, in a public bathroom at a party, was too much for him. 

“Such a pretty mouth. So perfect,” he groaned. “But I need to come inside that pussy, baby. Get up.”

Disappointed by the interruption, you pulled away from his cock and stood up with wobbly knees. “I was almost reaching the base.”

Ben kissed your forehead. "I know, sweetheart. You were doing great, and we’ll continue that at home.” 

He took off his jacket and placed it next to the sink. You bit your lip at the sight of his firm muscles pressing through his white shirt. You pulled your husband by his tie and kissed him passionately. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed his hard-on against you. 

“Need you so bad, doll,” he mumbled. “Please.”

You pecked his lips and pointed to your discarded purse on the floor. “Grab a condom.”

Ben pouted and caressed your waist. “Baby... c’mon. I need to feel you,” he begged. He kissed your jaw and neck, looking for your weak spot. “Need to feel my wife coming as I fill her up.”

You moaned as he kissed you right below your ear. You had gotten back to birth control for this exact reason: Ben's infinite need to fuck you raw.

“Alright,” you muttered. “Just because you look so handsome tonight.”

Ben propped you up and aligned himself to your entrance. “Only ‘cause of that?”

You gasped at the warm feeling of his tip. “And... because you are the best husband ever?”

Ben pushed in just a centimeter. “Try again.”

You hated how cocky he could get during sex, but you couldn’t lie that he was an expert at making you desperate. 

“And because I love when your cock fills me up— Oh!”

Ben slammed into you swiftly, thanks to how wet you were. 

You whined and slapped his shoulder. “That hurt!”

He pouted mockingly. “Sorry. Too big?” He pulled back until the tip was almost slipping out of you. “Thought you could handle it by now, honey.”

He pushed in half-way slowly and elicited a moan out of you. “I c-can. I've had bigger,” you whimpered.

Ben scoffed, knowing you were lying but still getting a little jealous. He held you firmly by the thighs, got you off the wall and started pounding into you. Your husband could have placed you on the counter, but he wanted to show you how he can fuck you while only using his strong arms as support. 

And, fuck, it turned you on badly. 

You placed your arms around his neck and moaned uncontrollably as Ben manhandled you into him. His effort grunts against your lips were making your pussy clench. 

“Fuck, fuck, baby…” you moaned. “Yes, right there!”

He bit your lip and squeezed your left thigh. “You feel so good, doll. Best pussy I’ve had.”

You smirked, realizing your previous comment about other men had struck a nerve. “Yeah? That’s why you married me?”

Ben nodded as he sped up. “Can’t let other men touch you. You’re mine forever, princess.”

You messily pushed down your cleavage, needing him to kiss you everywhere. The moment your breasts spilled out of the dress, your husband lowered his lips to your nipples. You threw your head back at the feeling of his tongue encircling them. “Oh, God!”

Ben squeezed your thighs hard to get your attention back. “Eyes on me. Say you're mine.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned. “F-forever. I’m never leaving you.”

Ben smirked as he noticed you were entering a submissive headspace. “Bet you would let me lock you home to keep you like my personal whore.”

You whined and nodded. “Y-yes.”

“No other job but letting me fuck you dumb.” 

Your pussy clenching hard around his cock was answer enough. He grunted and drove rougher into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Y/N? Are you here—?”

You two barely registered when the bathroom door was opened by a stressed-looking Ashley. She froze at the sinful sight. Her eyes lowered to where your bodies connected and she smirked. “Damn.”

You looked to your right and frowned. “Oh, hi. You need s-something?”

Ben shifted you up to leave hickeys around your breasts. 

Ashley blinked and struggled to look into your eyes. “Uhm... It’s time for your speech. Everybody is waiting.”

You moaned as Ben sucked your left nipple. “Gimme t-three.”

“Five,” Ben grunted. 

Ashley nodded, took one last glimpse at his enormous size splitting you open, and left in a hurry. Now she understood why you had married him after just a year of dating…

Ben held you in one arm, finding a comfortable position to keep fucking you without support, and rubbed your clit with his free hand. “Come for me. I can tell you’re close.”

You arched your back and kissed his face messily. “D-don’t stop. Right t-there.”

Ben rubbed you in a practiced way as he searched for your lips. “Come around me like the good girl you are.”

You whimpered, trembling as the waves of pleasure hit you. Your vision turned blurry and your lower body shook as Ben kept pounding into you. “Just like that, doll. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You nodded pathetically. “I love you. Come where you deserve to.”

Ben smirked, your words squeezing his heart, and kissed you softly. “Love you too, baby.” He let out a loud grunt as he let go deep inside you. “Fuck!”

You rested your forehead on his shoulder when he finally stopped moving. “Holy shit…”

Ben walked to the sink counter and gently placed you on it. Both of you whined as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of you and staining your dress. 

"Shit!" Ben looked around for napkins, then took a quick decision and sank two fingers into you. 

You whimpered at the overstimulation. “Ben, no. I have to go.”

“I know,” he muttered and reached for paper towels with his free hand. “Sorry for not wanting your dress to get ruined.”

He slowly pulled away his fingers and replaced them with the napkins. He cleaned you gently and readjusted your underwear. “There you go.”

You were still panting as your husband put on his jacket and picked up your purse. Realization sinked in and you slowly turned to look at your reflection.

You were a fucked mess. 

You groaned and stood up. “How am I gonna give a speech looking like this?”

Ben frowned and readjusted your cleavage. “You look gorgeous.”

“I don’t! Give me my purse,” you whined. 

With napkins and water, you tried to fix your makeup while Ben helped with your hair. 

Ashley knocked. “It’s been ten minutes!”

Your husband started cursing her, but you stopped him. “I’m ready!”

Your reflection wasn’t as perfect as before, but you looked acceptable. 

Sensing your insecurity, Ben hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. “You’re still the most beautiful woman at this party.”

You smiled lovingly at him. “Only this party?”

He huffed and playfully squeezed one of your breasts. “Saying ‘in the world’ was too corny.”

You teasingly pressed your back to his front before freeing yourself. “Let’s go before Ashley offers a threesome.”

Ben grimaced at the thought and followed you out. 

Like the woman had said, everyone was waiting around the main stage. Cameras and lights were pointing at the microphone stand. 

“Remember,” Ashley whispered. “Read the teleprompter. Don’t improvise. Orders from the high-ups.”

You reached the side of the stage with Ben holding your hand. Even though you were the speech deliverer, Ben had to enter with you to remind people that he was a supportive, perfect husband. 

He squeezed your hand. “Don’t overthink it. Just another day at the job.”

You forced a smile. “Mhm.”

“And now, some words from our dear Y/N!”

The crowd went crazy as you two entered. Ben walked you to the microphone, kissed your temple, and stood a few steps to your left. The teleprompter behind the camera started running. 

You smiled perfectly and read, “Hello, everyone! Hope you’re having a great night. I sure am and it’s all thanks to Vought. Let’s give them a round of applause!” 

Everyone followed your order like a trained flock. 

“Fellow Americans, as terrifying as the Starlighters’ actions have become recently, let us put aside our panic for tonight and celebrate our wonderful Vought.”

People applauded again. You took off the microphone and walked around the stage as you discreetly kept reading. 

“I speak for all Supes when I say that we couldn’t be happier. This year we’ve done so much together to fight evilness, and it’s all from the goodness of our hearts and our wishes to help all of you.” You point at the camera. “And we’ll keep doing it with a wide smile. Because thanks to Vought, we are living our dreams. For example, me. Thanks to Vought I found the love of my life.” 

You followed the teleprompter’s orders to smile at Ben and leave three seconds of silence for cheers. He just smiled politely to the camera. You walked to him and placed a hand on his chest as his arm found his usual spot around your waist. 

“Thanks to Vought, I found my other half, my perfect, thoughtful, kind, most handsome husband. And—” you gulped as you tried to not let the next words affect you. “And maybe we will get our perfect finale soon by…” You touched your belly. “Expanding the family.”

Ben's smile wavered, but people were too excited to notice. He soothed your waist discreetly as he cursed Vought and whoever wrote the teleprompter’s script. 

A while ago, you both had agreed to avoid having children while being Vought’s trained dolls. Ben would rather die than have his kids be Vought's products too. But if they had constructed your wedding as a big marketing show and had made you say this in front of millions of viewers... they were definitely brewing some plans for your love story’s next chapter. 

You kept talking but not really processing the words as you used all your energy into not crying. 

“... and that’s why my Soldier Boy and I are so thankful for Vought. Right, dear?”

He cleared his throat and replied to the mic, “Of course, honey.”

'FAMILY-FRIENDLY KISS' said the prompter. Ben hesitantly leaned down to kiss you. People were eating it up with cheers and hoots. 

But you two... you knew what this kiss represented; it was the seal of it. The signature to your contract. And the speech was a wake-up call to both. You could miss red carpets and events; could go to the beach and the mountains; could try to have a normal married life, but at the end of your day, Vought was the one in control. 

Vought was the one making decisions, and if they wanted you dead, alive, or pushing babies... you would obey. 

“I love you,” Ben whispered for your ears only. Three words that were a promise: that no matter what Vought did, he would always be by your side. 

You smiled weakly and intertwined your fingers. “I love you too.”

He kissed your hand, not for reactions, but so you could know how much you mean to him. 

Ben wouldn’t react to Vought’s silent threats; he wouldn't destroy the party and run away. He was planning his next move quietly because he was determined to not let that sad spark remain in your eyes. 

He would find a way to save you from Vought. This was the end of being nothing but their products. 

From now on, It was only you and him.

--- more soldier boy!

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── HUMAN NATURE

summary: you’re forced to share a room with your best friends dad.

tags/cw: bfd!ben . father figure!ben . noncon / dubcon . fauxcest if you ponder on it . very inexperienced!reader . praise . manipulation . grooming . dad(dy) kink . age gap (legal) . light breeding kink . multiple orgasms . fingering . praise . edging . choking . handjob . thigh riding . grinding / humping . dead dove:do not eat . don’t like?don’t read!

notes: title from madonna /// cross posted onto ao3

wc: 2.8k

you and ben sat beside each other on the creaky bed, just barely touching under the covers you are forced to share. you’re sat up with your arms around your knees, while ben is sprawled out with his arm beneath his head.

going on vacations and trips with your friend, emma, and her dad was not uncommon. you two were glued at the hip ever since first becoming friends. you’d share rooms, beds, sometimes even showers. it wasn’t weird to you or her, so there stood no problem. every trip, you and emma would end up rooming while her father would get himself a single, but this time was different.

emma got herself a boyfriend. and with said boyfriend, she had to room with him. it was the most logical. so unfortunately you were stuck rooming with her father, ben.

ben was always good to you, making sure you felt like his real daughter. he loved you like his own, and certainly treated you as such. luckily for him, your father was a deadbeat, so ben quickly filled himself into a fatherly role.

here you were now, years later, formed as a proper woman—your body was enough evidence for that. he was infatuated with you, which made him decide that it was finally time to mark you as his.

letting out a yawn, you leaned over to grab the remote as the movie had ended. you don’t realize that your ass was up in bens view, with your back arched as you reached for the remote. you let out a struggled sound, your arms just not long enough to reach.

ben chuckled behind you, and swiftly pressed against you to grab the remote. him being much bigger than you, he pulled it with ease. you let out a gasp, feeling your ass flush against his crotch. you quickly recoil, slamming yourself back onto the mattress away from him.

after turning off the tv, ben placed himself on top of you, and glided his hand down your cheek. it tickles you ever-so slightly, until it reached your neck, which he firmly gripped.

“ben…” you whispered, “what are you doing?” your voice was ignored as ben stared down at you. he licked his bottom lip, his eyes still on your plush lips. “just trust me, sweetheart,” he whispers.

you weren’t blind; you knew from the day you met him how good looking he was. although being much older, he looked amazing. he had a full head of hair, beautiful doe eyes, and a god-sculpted body. but you avoided thinking about him like that, he was your best friend's father after all. you couldn’t let whatever it is he wanted to happen. it was wrong, disgusting, maybe even unlawful. because no matter what, you started to see ben as a father, someone you had grown to trust and love.

“no, please. stop,” you breathed. you were scared, terrified. you wanted to believe he wasn’t in his right mind, that he was in a state of delusion—that he didn’t know what he was doing. but he knew, alright.

bringing his face closer to yours, he gripped your throat harder. “don’t make this hard… unless you like it that way.” he smirked wickedly before bringing his lips to your neck. you let out a whimper as he kissed and sucked on your neck, being sure to leave traces of himself. you tried to push him away, but he was too strong. he growled on top of you, pulling away from your neck. “stop fucking moving,” he demanded. you let out a sob, accepting your defeat.

with a victorious smile on his face, ben began to pull your shirt off. he tossed it behind him and began to lick and kiss all over your chest. despite still wearing a bralette, it was sheer and thin so it served no barrier. you'd never felt this before-such intimate actions. his tongue darted to circle around your covered nipple, his saliva soaking the fabric. your jaw slacked and back arched against his mouth. chuckling, ben lightly bit at your nipple before letting his tongue graze over it. you whimpered, unintentionally grinding yourself against his hard body.

"look at you, sweetheart. look at how much you want this," he whispered. his hands kneaded your breasts while he studied you with lustful eyes. your eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted, and hands still slightly pushing his chest. you began to shake your head furiously, lips forming a pout before you start to sob.

"no, stop. i don't want this. p-please.."

"you want it. you want it real bad, princess. look at you, grinding against me so hard," he whispered into your ear sensually. his hand left your breast, and moved to cup your clothed cunt. granted, your pyjama shorts are as thin as your bralette, and of course, you're not wearing panties.

“let me show you what a real man feels like, yeah? you need this, baby.” your hips bucked at his words, receiving the smallest amount of friction against his hand. you moaned lowly, head pressing hard against the pillow beneath you.

ben bit his lip and slowly started to circle his fingers against your clothed clit. he admired how your lips parted, lewd moans and whimpers slipping out. he knew how much you needed this, how much you’ll thank him when he’s done. he knows you’ve never had sex, never even had a boyfriend before. how? the walls are thin, obviously.

ben’s fingers suddenly stopped, causing you to finally open your eyes. “please,” you whined. he simply chuckled. he swiftly switched their positions, having you straddle his one thigh with her chest against his. he reveled in the innocent, teary-eyed look you gave him—unsure, embarrassed, utterly aroused. as much as he wanted to rush it and use you dry, he decided to let you feel something to get you started. “have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?”

your face immediately glowed red, eyes darting everywhere but to his. of course, you knew what touching yourself meant, how it would work, why people did it. but you had always been too academically focussed, shielded by family, or even too oblivious to have done such things. and by the time you were finally exposed to everything, it had felt too late, so you didn’t bother. but hearing the question come from ben felt shameful, you were unsure what the right answer would be. whether to lie or not.

ben waited a moment, two moments, before grabbing your throat. “i asked you a question, sweetheart.” you let out a struggled sigh and shook your head slowly. he grinned, and pulled your neck to lay a kiss on your forehead. of course, he was so glad you hadn’t. that you hasn’t been spoiled and was all for him to teach.

pulling off his shirt, he propped you on the middle of his thigh. he slightly moved your hips back and forth, showing you what it feels like. you let out a sigh, clearly liking the feeling. even without your noises, ben could feel your slick through the clothes that separate you both. “that feel good, huh? keep going,” he ordered.

you gave a hesitant nod before slowly grinding against his thigh. you let out a low groan, realizing how good it felt. you began to pick up the pace, humping on him like a dog in heat. your hands find their place on his chest to keep balance, and ben’s hands find their way to your breasts once again. he discards your bra, letting it join the discarded clothes on the ground. he snaked one hand around your back, pushing you harder on his thigh in an act of guidance. he slouched his back to bring your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue against the now bare skin.

you let out a whimper, back arching into him, letting your hands tug at his hair. your hips roll on him desperately, feeling a knot in your stomach. “fuck! fuck! please, please daddy,” you moan. ben let out a growl at the name you’d given him, applying his thumb to press against your clit. “let it out, sweetheart, c’mon.” and that you do with eyes rolling back and mouth slacked open. your hips stutter but ben helps by stimulating your clit to help ride out your orgasm.

he doesn’t stop circling your clit, however, causing you to twitch and whimper. “p-please, s’t-too much!” your body curled up and try to push his hand away, but ben doesn’t let up. he bites your nipple, causing you to scream. your sobs make ben let out a laugh.

“please! p-please, stop, it h-hurts… i-i can’t take it!” your arms snaked around his neck in a hug, your cries loud in his ear. he revelled in it.

he leaves your cunt, and wraps his arms around your waist, attempting to soothe you. “you’re beautiful, so beautiful.”

you sniffle and pull back, staring into his eyes, faces mere inches apart. your doe-like eyes are tearful, with snot starting to leak down her nose, it was gross, but ben loved it.

“did I do good?” you whispered hesitantly.

he smiled, “so good, doll.” you mirrored his smile, “really?”

he breathed a laugh, taking your hand in his and guiding it to his clothed erection. he held your hand there as his other pushed the back of your head close. with his mouth to your ear, he whispered, “look what you do to me, sweetheart.” you gasped.

ben guided your hand up and down his girthy member, applying pressure to the fingers, letting you squeeze him. stifling a groan, he let go of your hand. he undressed himself entirely, allowing his throbbing erection free to slap against his lower stomach.

you studied his cock, mouth watering at the sight. it was huge, thick with veins bulging across it. his pubes were trimmed elegantly, making you wonder what he was preparing for? your stomach fluttered at the thought of you being the one he was expecting.

“touch it,” he murmured, slightly adjusting his hips into a more comfortable position. you whimpered as he moved, still sensitive clit gaining a small amount of friction. your legs tightly wrapped around his bare thigh, trying hardest not to move. you gave him a worried look, which he immediately understood. “it’s okay, just touch it, i’ll guide you,” he reassured.

you let out a shaky breath and nodded, smaller hands wrapping around his cock. not knowing what you were doing, you started twisting the skin, causing an uncomfortable groan to leave ben’s lips. he quickly grabbed your hands, causing you to panic. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”

ben was starting to lose his patience, but he tried his best to mask it. “it’s alright, sweetheart. just let me show you, yeah?” he held your hand in his as he wrapped them around his dick. slowly gathering his leaking pre-cum, he started to pump himself with your hand.

“like this, okay, doll? up and down. you understand?” he toyed. he squeezed your hand around him, pumping faster, more erratic. you nodded furiously, “yes, i understand. i want to make you feel good,” you said, eyes glued to his bright red tip that emerged every time your hand slid down. ben groaned, his head falling back, and his hand leaving yours. “go on then, help your dad out. you want to be my good girl, don’t you, sweetheart?”

you let out a moan, and began to pump his cock as he had taught you. “yes-yeah. i wanna be your good girl.” you grew determined to make him feel good, so you added another hand to pump him. ben smirked, snaking his free hand to squeeze your breasts. “yeah, doll. you’re so good, look how good you make me feel. such a good girl.”

your head spun from the constant praise and his hands kneading your perked tits. your hands slowed on his cock, before picking up the pace, going faster than ever.

“i want to cum in you, doll. so let’s save me for a bit, okay?” he cooed, pulling your hands off his shaft. you nodded. your mind has been nothing but hazy for the night, arousal clouding over your better judgement. the fact that this was her best friend’s father, lingered in the back of your mind. but you were too far gone, too drunk on the pleasures he brought.

ben swiftly sat up and pushed you against the bed on your back. he pulled apart your legs, though you had to stretch out more as he was so much more larger than you. you let out a whine as he pressed against your sensitive core.

he struggled to control himself as he saw your swollen, puffy cunt. it looked perfect, smelled perfect, too. your arousal leaked down between your cheeks, coated in a shiny gloss.

he decided to tease you, needing to break you fully. to ruin you. he sensually massaged your inner thigh, gliding his thumb so close to your needy cunt. “look at you, so dirty,” he whispered, “you need me so bad, say it. beg me to fuck you dry.” he blew a breath to your cunt, making you shiver and moan.

“p-please, i need you so bad. i need you in me so bad. please, i need this.” you begged.

without further warning, ben slammed into you, not being able to contain himself any longer. you let out a scream, back instinctively arching, chest pressing against his. you felt so full, so warm. it hurt, but you pushed through.

he let out a grunt, feeling your virgin cunt tight around him. he grabbed onto your throat, pulling you to meet his lips.

you roughly kissed—you mostly not knowing what you’re doing, but ben didn’t care. his tongue entered your mouth, assaulting yours. his hand around your throat made it hard to breathe, and you let out exasperated pants and whimpers.

leaving your mouth, he travelled down your neck to your perked nipples; he enveloped one with his mouth, and used his hand to play with the other. all while his thrusts continued to meet your hips, his cock basically abusing your cervix. you moaned wildly, back arching and legs squirming.

“so fucking good. you’re just a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You’re dad’s good girl, say it.”

your eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open as he began to rub his thumb over your throbbing clit. you began to buck your hips into him, the pleasure overwhelming. you needed release, to feel how you felt when you rode his thigh, but something told you this would be a much better orgasm.

ben’s teeth around your nipple snaps you back into reality. “t-that hurts!” he doesn’t give up, waiting for your words. he applied more pressure, revelling in the way you squirmed.

“please! im daddy’s good girl, i am!” you moan as the pain started to turn into pleasure. ben took note of it, chuckling against you. “look at you, so dirty. you’re so desperate for daddy, arent you? you close, doll? you wanna cum around your dad’s thick cock?”

you shut your eyes tight, drool leaking down the side of your mouth, snot dripping down your nose. “yes, please. i need to cum so bad. i’m so, so close!”

ben’s thrusts become animalistic, fucking you raw, so hard that he thinks there may be blood. his heavy balls slap against your ass, “you gonna milk me dry, sweetheart? milk me with that tight, virgin pussy? well… it’s not anymore,” he laughed.

you moaned, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. your bare chests flush against each other. “oh—fuck. it’s too much!”

your head fell back as your body jerked violently. you exploded around him with a scream. “fuck! oh, my god.”

your desperate cries and pulsing core pushed ben over the edge, his cock twitching in you before releasing ropes of hot seed. he pushed himself into you as far as he could go, wanting—no—needing to fill your womb. “fuck, sweetheart. you’re such a good fucking girl, sucking my cock in so hard, so greedy.”

he thrusted in a few more times, pushing his seed deeper in you, before pulling out. he watched your gaping hole as it clenched around nothing, some of his cum spilling out. he admired his work, watching your bruised cunt spasm.

he let out a chuckle, and leaned down to press his lips against your forehead. “you did so well, doll. such a good girl,” he whispered. he moved down and began to place kisses over your face. cheeks, nose, lips. he realized how tired and worn out you looked, eyes half-lidded as you fell in and out of consciousness. “rest up, little one, tomorrow i want to teach you something more exciting.”

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.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ deer shifter!reader x bear shifter!Price

18+ only. afab reader. kidnapping kinda. first time meeting. mw4 price with a beard. age gap. not mentioned but yk. breeding kink. somnophilia. daddy kink. cream pie. fingering. spitting.

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Deer shifter!reader that likes frolicking through the woods with cool winter-around-the-corner air blowing into your hair and nipping at the ears that sprout from the top of your head. Follow the trail, don’t worry too much when you wander off it because the woods are second nature to you…until you get caught in a foothold trap. Ears glued to your skull, panicked bawls tumbling past your lips as you fumble with the trap through the blur of tears in your eyes.

Too distracted to notice bear shifter!Price who hears you from his cabin and follows your pathetic cries with thundering steps. Scoffs when he sees you caught in the trap left by one of those local hunters, in his backyard nonetheless.

You squeal, freeze like a deer in headlights when he comes into vision, failing to scramble away when he snatches you by the calf to keep you still.

The warmth radiating from his palm courses through your bones, makes you fuzzy and relaxed. Has you pliable when he sucks a gruff breath in and snatches you up, soft bleat making him growl lowly in his chest.

He’s so warm, smells of smoke and sweat that drives you crazy. Makes heat coil in your stomach and eyes go half-lidded with drowsiness.

He’s impossibly big, broad shoulders under your palms, soft pudge smashed against your hips, and a wide arm covered in dark coarse hair pining you to him. Has a beard too, full and thick, covered in that scent that has you fantasizing turning your cheeks raw with how much you nuzzle into it.

You don’t question where he’s taking you, couldn’t run with the distant throb in your ankle, not that you really wanted to with the warm admiration growing in your chest. Gaze fixed on the side of his face, shiver shooting down your spine at the sharpness of his features.

“What’s your name?” You manage to murmur.

“Price.” He grunts, low growl in the back of his throat. The gruffness of his words sends a blanket of drowsiness over you. Rumble that you feel against your chest has your tail swishing, rubbing against his forearm. You bleat at the feel, love your fur against the roughness of his own.

He looks at you then, has your ears flattening, tail moving quicker. Gulp at the bulging vein in his neck and sweat collected at his brow. You imagine licking it off.

Your name tumbles past your lips even though he never asked, heart squeezing when he turns away with a clench of his jaw. A heavy paw pets at your ears. Makes you shiver and whine softly, has you melting into his shoulder with a yawn.

“Big day f’r ya tomorrow, little doe.” He rasps, settles his paw at your neck till you fall asleep. Keeps his twitchy and too-easy trusting little mate pressed to his chest until he makes it to his cabin. Room smokey with half blown out candles and a lit fire place, windows covered, pantry stocked, and once he locks the door behind him, no one goes out.

You hum lowly in your throat against his neck, puff soft breaths that have something hot and angry boiling in Price’s chest. Make him chuff and uneasy until you’re tucked into his chest and buried in his bed. Covered and protected in his scent, Price rumbles with satisfaction, noses into your neck so he can fall asleep to the one thing he’s been waiting for.

You wake with a start. Throw off whatever’s covering you because you’re burning alive. Would panic about the glue that keeps your eyes closed, but it takes everything out of you just to sluggishly peel off your sweat ridden clothes.

Wake up sometime later with slow blinks to a ceiling, exhaustion so heavy behind the back of your eyes that your eyes flutter shut for just a second and you’re sleep again.

You rouse with the sound of snoring. Obnoxious bellows that end with a low growl, make you huff and puff into a sitting position. Palm at your face to see past the sleepies in your eyes. Room covered in soft light from a dozens of candles and Price who’s so loud you fall back onto his pillow of an arm to shove at his chest.

Contact making your skin prickle and now you only notice you’re somehow naked. Nipples pebbled and legs so slick from the furious throb between your legs. He doesn’t even stir, you pout, shake his chest and run your palms through his soft fur.

Mind so dazed and thoughts soft around the edges, you don’t even blink an eye at your situation. It feels so natural to be curled into Prices side, only when he’s quiet though. A hum sings in the back of your throat as you fight the need to shove the covers down his stomach to feast on the pudge of it just so you can get him to shut up.

“Price.” You whine, bawl escaping your throat and boy he jumps up then. Eyes quick to find and scan over you before huffing and rolling from his back to sling a heavy arm around your waist. Face so close that your tail sings.

“What?” He chuffs, voice gruff with sleep and eyes glazed as they drift to your chest. His hand paw at your waist, callouses scraping over your back.

You bleat, arch your chest forward at the attention and almost forget your words till you scramble your thoughts back. “Stop snoring. Too loud.” You huff.

Price growls, makes your instinct howl as you flatten to the bed, but your tail never stops flickering. Hands finding purchase at the hair that covers his chest, mewl at the smell of him blanketing you.

He leans down, presses his nose to your nipple and chuffs as he takes in your smell. You keen at the quick breaths caressing your skin, sends pulses between your legs. Tail working in quick speed when he laves a languid strip across your nipples. Tongue big and rough, scraps at your skin and makes you mush.

Soft tuffs of air snort from your nose as you fight against the sleep that tugs at your mind. Chirp and dig your nails into his thick hair when he nuzzles his beard into your skin.

You reawaken and doze off dozens of times before you’re finally able to keep your eyes open for longer than a second. Don’t know how long you’ve been there and don’t really question it because Price feels so good pressed against you. So warm and soft and you’d want to curl into his skin if you could.

Pinned to the bed now, Price pressed firmly to your back and the feel of his chest hair rubbing against you makes you moan lowly. Has Price stirring awake and shoving his face to your neck.

“Price.” You whine, body shuddering and legs slipping against each other. Need coiling in your stomach that fuels the raise of your hips.

Price growls, paws at your hips and fits his heavy cock between your ass. You bleat pathetically, keen at the throb of his cock. Mind buzzing as you blabber. “Inside, inside.”

Price braces a heavy arm at the side of your head, hand skimming a slow trail down your back to knock a knuckle against your wagging tail, draws a chirp and shudder from you before lining himself up.

“Big stretch coming, little doe.” He rasps into the ears at your head, has your spine locking up and when he slowly pushes in you bawl loudly, braining whiting out and when you nod back to reality, your body’s lurching forward in a steady rhythm.

Lewd, wet slaps echoing in your ear until your mind clears of the dazed fog to register the loud, broken moans tumbling from your lips.

Price groans, settles his weight on your back and gives short, sharp thrusts into your sloppy cunt. Every push in you swear you can feel him in your throat.

He chuffs into your ears, makes them twitch and send shock waves to your clit. Price can feel the brush of your tail against his stomach, drives him mad, makes him really put his back into it.

There’s a delicious burn from how wide Price stretches you. Feeling surging through your body every time he humps into you. Has sweat collecting on your brow, hands finding purchase on the bed sheets. Eyes rolling at the flex of his forearms at either side of your head.

Your nipples rub against the bed every times Price sends you forward, has your mind buzzing and hand flying up to his wrist braced in front of you. Admiring how small you are to him, how rough and hairy he is.

Quick pants adding to the heat coiling around you two. A thin layer of perspiration coating both your bodies that allows your scents to mix into the air, drive you both lightheaded.

You keen, clit slamming just right into the bed when Price slams hard, whines when he lifts your hips away and higher to get a better angle at your womb. Hopes that his seed will catch and you’ll be big and swollen with his cubs come spring.

He grunts and growls, sound sent right into your ears. Works you up and has you babbling. “Feels so good, Price.” You hiccup through tears blurring your vision. “So big and warm! ‘M so full.”

“Daddy.” He growls with a sharp thrust into your leaky pussy. One that travels up your spine and makes you woozy. “Call me Daddy, doe.”

You squeal, flutter around him at his authority. Chant his name in your mind until it bubbles from your throat, tear slipping down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Price croaks down into the space between you both, eyes on the froth collecting at the base of his cock from your needy cunt.

Head falling onto the bed, too tired to keep it up. Mouth opening and moaning so drool leaks out onto Prices fingers.

“Cock hungry deer.” He seethes, gripping your jaw to smash your lips together. You do your best to keep up, but the fierceness of Price’s movements makes drool slip down your chin and teeth clink together. Beard scratching your face and making you squeeze around him.

Price licks the strip of combined saliva off your chin and spits it back in your mouth, watches you gulp it down before quickening his pace.

You feel him so deep inside you, pussy stretched wide around his bulging cock. You whine when you feel him a little too much, tell him to slow down and he only laughs.

“Is Daddy’s cock being mean, baby? Too rough for your little pussy? But you’re sucking Daddy in so good baby, you sure you want me to slow down?” He coos, brushes his beard against your sensitive ears.

“No, Daddy. Please don’t stop. It’s feels s’good!”

You moan, his scent making your ass push higher into his thrusts, upcoming orgasm making you whiny, hips fucking back into him.

Price groans when he shifts off you, mesmerized at the sight of you pushing back into him that for a second he stops, has to grind his teeth together to stop from cumming into you too early. Watches you moan mindlessly with your eyes clenched shut, back arched as you shove your ass into his hips. Curse at the jiggle of yours hips, can tell you’re gonna cum the way you flutter around him, so he bullies his cock into you with long, quick thrusts, grunts and clenches his jaw with each jerk forward.

“Cum with me, little doe. Gonna blow my load inside you. Get you to give Daddy a baby.“

You squeal when you cum, pussy squeezing so tightly that one last lazy thrust from Price is all it takes for him to spill into you with a groan. Teeth sinking into your neck during your orgasm that you don’t even feel it, only catch Price laving at the spot as you huff tiredly against the bed.

Hot and sweaty and buzzing with satisfaction, Price slumps against you, doesn’t pull out to make sure his cum stays inside of you for a good while. Gives a shallow thrust for good measure that makes you both groan.

You feel his cum leak out, shiver despite the furnace at your back and mewl softly. Price licks up sweat lacing your neck and chuffs into the crease of it, lulls you to sleep to dream of your stomach big and round.

Wake up again later to Price fingering his fallen cum back into your pussy, makes you cum on his fingers before eating it out of you and testing your resistance at your back door. Only squeak initially before relaxing once his finger breaches through.

“Good doe.”

[tonycries]

Super(girl) Trouper - N.K.

Synopsis. It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Look up out—it’s Supergirl. The villains fear you. The headlines hate you. The Justice League doesn’t understand you. And no one cares except for perhaps…Nanami Kento from the investigative journalism department. Tall. Blond. And sweeter than the world’s most potent aphrodisiac. But he doesn’t know that. The problem is that the villains now do.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!Supergirl!reader, journalist!Nanami, DC AU, Supergirl AU, he’s Iowk like genderbent Lois Lane, nerdy Nanami, journaIism, headIines, inhibitions, you’re hated by the pubIic, but he Ioves you, saving people, saving the worId, more about finding yourself acc, miId vioIence, feeIings, aphrodisíacs, Nanami is PÚSSYDRUNK, hand j’s, oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, x-ray vision, heat vision, YOUR powers, manhandIing, matíng presses, he’s FÉRAL, he’s big, making it fit, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, cervíx smooches, struggling to take it, making HIM break, creampíes, s with feeIings, confessions, getting together, happy ending, Kenjaku mentions, Nanami with glasses, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 13.7k

A/N. Haven’t watched the new Supergirl movie yetttt but I just KNEW I had to do an AU.

MEET THE NEW GIRL IN SPACE!

SUPERGIRL: THREE A-LIST VILLAINS AND THEIR HENCHMEN DOWN IN SHINJUKU TRAIN FIGHT. DESTRUCTION PRICELESS—!

SUPERGIRL FLIPS OFF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE MID-AIR?! TAKES DOWN THEIR VILLAIN FIRST. ACCUSED OF STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT?

SUPERGIRL HANGS ZENIN CONGLOMERATE HEIR—ZENIN NAOYA—BY HIS SHOELACES FROM TOKYO TOWER! CITES ‘CHAUVINISM’ (EXCLUSIVE)

SUPERGIRL—THE NEW FACE OF HEROES OR A DARK TURN FOR JUSTICE?

That last particular headline makes you scoff.

Your eyes are darting to the byline; and immediately afterwards they’re on the verge of rolling. Who else would write such a rag of an article but Usami from the sports journalism department? And it’s not like Supergirl even had anything to do with the latest football scores or which manager had been sacked recently.

But you suppose everybody wanted a piece of you now.

“It’s rotten, isn’t it?” A voice trundles behind you—low and lightly husked. “They beg for a saviour, but in the face of one it’s revealed that what they really want is perfection. But with everyone’s definition of perfection being different…”

Nanami Kento.

“-isn’t what they really want just conforming to their mold?”

You’re turning around. 

A faint smile on your lips. “Then what can we do about all the different molds?”

Nanami nods. “No one person is correct. It’ll never be good enough.” He lets out a soft sigh before pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses; they were a delicate kind that seemed to have a faint glow whenever they caught the light filtering in from Tokyo’s busy morning. Perfectly paired against Nanami’s handsome face—in the sort of classical, movie-star manner that might have caused him to be hung up on posters in teenage bedrooms or emblazoned outside of theatres.

Or so you’ve heard human customs tend to do so.

And yet, here Nanami Kento was: standing in a cream-colored suit with ink smudges on his fingertips. It often surprised you how a perfect Earthling like this was simply tucked-away in a little cubicle at Daily Planet Newspaper.

You certainly have never seen another like so.

But you got to see his face everyday—so you weren’t exactly complaining.

Nanami’s eyes drop at the growing smile on your face, and he pushes up a strand of golden-blond hair. That was just about as mussed-up as that perfectly slicked hairstyle of his would ever become. “Apologies. It’s just- it really bothers me to see the shit being written about Supergirl with no basis. Especially in respectable newspapers.”

“Well, it is the gossip column.”

“The sports section?”

“Same thing.” It was all human mish-mash to you either way. Beside him, the corner of Nanami’s lips give the faintest twitch. You’re flipping through the latest print of Daily Planet to another page; this time one with your (Supergirl’s) face plastered centrespread. Mid-air and your red cape flying behind you. It’s been only a few years since you’d landed on Earth after the destruction of Krypton. Then only a few weeks since you’d debuted as a superhero: stealing the spotlight from Green Lantern and the rest of the Justice League as you swooped in and defeated Metallo. 

Ever since then it’d been an explosion of newspaper headlines and television shows and even sketches; both good and bad. Mostly bad. You weren’t sure what got you off to the wrong foot. Maybe it was the uniform that too-closely resembled Superman’s? Maybe it was the crude words you’d spit out at villains mid-fight? Maybe it was that one time you flipped off the Justice League for being too late to the fight? 

In your defense, you thought Earthlings said something about early birds getting the villains?

And maybe all those were correct.

But whatever it was—they would tear you apart. Then piece you back. Then tear you apart again. You weren’t the family-friendly image of a superhero that most were; and it made something at the pit of your stomach feel saturated and dark and useless to have to edit such articles time and time again. To have to write them yourself, if you wanted to get approved by your higher-ups.

Perhaps that was a part of human culture?

Fuck those windbags either way.

You didn’t understand how any other hero did it - then again it wasn’t as if you could easily ask them. You weren’t an official part of the Justice League—and you didn’t see yourself getting welcomed with open arms anytime soon. So you hid yourself away and semi-hypnotized those at your workplace to see a forgettable face whenever they looked at you - not Supergirl—even so, it was brittle at best. 

Kryptonian hypnosis wasn’t as powerful as Martians. What you could merely do was suggest. “So- you don’t think Supergirl’s too crass?”

Nanami looks up, brows somewhat furrowed. “I quite frankly don’t think it matters. Who am I to judge?”

“Oh yeah? What about too destructive? Too disrespectful of the Justice League?”

“Again, who am I to judge?” Now, Nanami’s taking a seat—his desk was opposite yours, your backs to one another as you tap-tap-tapped away at new articles everyday. “Maybe she could do with a little less destruction of public infrastructure and that’s fine, but if she’s too crass then she’s too crass. That’s just her. Just as I’m not forced to like it—it’s silly to expect every superhero to conform to the ideal. Not one person nor mold is completely correct.”

From his seat, he tips his head up and looks at your standing self.

“But, personally, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Green Lantern in the first place.”

This time, it’s your turn to attempt to keep a too-big smile off your face. 

You give him a pointed look. “I dunno. I heard she steals candy from babies—says so on Page 9.”

“Ridiculous.” Nanami cocks his head and beckons for the newspaper from you; after you hand it to him he flips through to that very page and scans it. “And precisely without proof. This is why I’ve been investigating Supergirl, beyond what these pages or secret sources say—”

From where you were, you could hear Usami loudly bragging to his colleagues a few desks over about the ‘exclusive source’ that gave him that little tidbit of information. You wanted to roll your eyes again.

“-and I’ve been working on something.”

“What is it?” You lean over to look as Nanami unlocks one of his desk drawers and pulls out a thick file. Unmarked. Your heart leaps to your throat as he sweeps it open to reveal pages upon pages of…pictures of you.

Not you—

—but you as Supergirl.

You mid-flight amongst thunderclouds. You amongst rubble. You pushing a kid behind you in order to shield him from a villain. You with your face twisted in fury as you’re pummeling that very same villain with a ferociousness that scared most - even civilians.

Which explained the headlines.

You skulking off into an alleyway before the medics and police could arrive, as you always did.

You. You. You. You. You.

And around them were notes scribbled in Nanami’s own neat hand.

Hero analysis:

Best skills: Superhuman strength, superhuman speed (comparable to that of the Flash), heat vision, physiological control, martial arts (see more on…)

Costume is that of similar style of Superman however with the added adaptabilities of…(sketch on back)

—one of the strongest debuts of any superhero in history. The supervillain Metallo has been terrorizing—

—though at odd relations with the Justice League, it seems that clashes over justice enactment—

—train—

—the greatest—

Female. 20’s to 30’s. Features may be changeable with Kryptonian powers (follow up with…). Suspected resident in Tokyo—concentration of fights here; in close contact with the Justice League who has headquarters here in Tokyo. Furthermore, seems familiar with the alleyways for her ‘disappearing act’ (for more thorough analysis see more on…) and mapping (more on…) has revealed that Supergirl tends to head in the wider direction of—Kabukicho. 

(Follow up).

Your eyes widen.

Fuck.

You have to change up the bars you hit after fights.

And just when you think your heart can’t leap any higher; he flips through a few more pages and stops on one particular piece of evidence - the biggest of them all - a frontpage newspaper clipping of you…and him. Nanami all dust-covered and dishevelled, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, as you threw his arm over your shoulders and helped him out of Tokyo Downtown Bakery. You had your face twisted in fury, and Nanami…you never noticed it before, but Nanami was looking at you like you were the Sun.

The fight had happened just last week: you’d been heading home after work when your superhearing told you something was off. An explosion downtown. 

Tokyo Downtown Bakery was a favorite of gods, mutants, aliens, and other non-humans alike. Known for it, in fact. And there was only one villain you could think of that wanted to take down such non-humans—Kenjaku.

You’d zipped there as fast as your flight could take you, and only once you were there had you heard a familiar heartbeat. More frantic now, of course. But familiar.

Nanami was trapped underneath the rubble.

Kenjaku saw your momentary distraction - the realization that made your blood grow cold - and had taken the chance to disappear into the shadows. 

After making sure that every other customer and employee didn’t have to be flown to the hospital urgently, you dropped onto your knees in front of the mountain of rubble and dug and dug. And dug. And dug. You dug until you felt the control over your physiology slipping, and small cuts started to apply at your fingertips—healing over instantly. Then getting ripped open all over as you just kept- on- digging.

In reality it must have been less than five or ten minutes, but it felt like months, before you finally flung away the last block of debris from a soft body. And Nanami Kento stirred.

That was what had resulted in the photograph, and the headlines that followed.

SUPERGIRL A WEEK INTO SUPERHEROISM AND ALREADY LETTING VILLAINS ESCAPE?

SUPERGIRL PAUSES FIGHT FOR BREAK?! MORE LIKE LAZYGIRL (Exclusive)

SUPERGIRL SAVES THE DAY AGAIN—BUT WHAT ABOUT THE INFRASTRUCTURE?

SUPERGIRL SAVES RUBBLE-TRAPPED CIVILIANS: “I owe her my life.” 

That last one boasted the picture. And the byline of Nanami Kento. 

You try to control your breathing.

“Ever since she saved me, I’ve been trying to understand Supergirl better. That fury on her face…I’ve been trying to figure out who she is-”

“To…expose her?”

“No.” Nanami shakes his head. The both of you were breathless - though for very different reasons. Excitement practically makes him glow, “To maybe try and interview her- personally. I want to see what she’s like beyond all those cashgrab headlines and the rumors. And…” 

You’re silent as he pauses.

“-and I want to thank her personally.” So soft.

“Oh.” Your voice sounds small. Smaller than you’ve ever heard it. 

 He’s then closing his file and looking up at you so sweetly—“And if you’re interested, then maybe we could work together on it? I actually got a tip that I’m about to go do some field work on right now.” A sudden burst of shyness makes Nanami’s cheekbones burn a pretty rouge as you stare at him intensely. That was one thing you loved about humans - immense control over your physiology meant Kryptonians couldn’t blush unless you made yourselves. Humans couldn’t control when they blushed and it was just the sweetest thing to you. Was Nanami’s heartbeat picking up? “That is…if you would like to? I know you likely have better articles to work on, but just in case…”

He trails off and you’re trailing behind your head and your heart.

Your heart that wanted you to say yes.

Your head that made you say—

“I’m sorry.” You feel your heart fall. There’s a simmering of anger at yourself; soothed partially by the understanding that the more time you spent with Nanami…the higher the chance was of him finding out who you were. There were countless people out to get you: villains, henchmen, reporters. And the second-best thing to getting you was getting someone you cared for that knew you. About you. 

The only powerless humans that knew about you were Clark’s- Superman’s adoptive parents. 

And whatever misery that might put you in - you’d take it twofold if it meant keeping one more normal Earthling like Nanami safe. You’re taking a step back and giving him a sheepish smile. “It’s just I have this really ah- riveting story to write about the erm- tax refunds and the economic implications of Supergirl’s last fight and…”

“Oh!” Nanami nods fervently, pushing his glasses up. Embarrassment radiated off of him like a miniature Sun, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and tell him this was on you. But alas. “Oh, right, of course- I wish you luck with that.”

“Thank you.” You smile, lips pressed together to prevent a sigh. “I’m going to need it.”

“A journalist like you? Not in the least.”

With a nod of graciousness, you’re just about to leave Nanami’s table and pretend that the latter half of this interaction perhaps never happened. You almost wished Kryptonians had the ability to hypnotize themselves as they could to others. And you’re considering a much more interesting article about that before you’re stopping in your tracks and half-glancing at Nanami over your shoulder. 

He was hard at work gathering his things for what you assume to be the extra field work regarding his Supergirl article.

You feel your heart clench.

“Nanami?”

He looks up eagerly. “Yes?”

Your words are slightly less than steady once you speak again. “If- when you discover Supergirl’s identity…you might be…disappointed. They say she’s nothing like Superman.”

“She doesn’t have to be.”

As Nanami throws his messenger bag over his shoulder and stands to leave—“I’ll see you tomorrow, my darling.” But he calls everyone that, doesn’t he?

“And I’ll…be working late.”

“Be careful not to miss your train.”

You don’t look at him until the very last second. When his tall frame is ducking beneath the doorway to the Daily Planet journalism department; cream-colored suit and golden glasses; old movie star looks drawing eyes, but not too close so he’ll never know that you stared at him from afar. Never.

You sink into your chair.

“What was that about?”

Had your superhuman senses not told you about Shoko’s nearing presence, you would have been startled. But you’re throwing in a slight jump just for the sake of it.

“Oh- come on.” Shoko says with a roguish grin. There was a slender cigarette tucked between her index and her middle finger; as was wont to have if one was Ieiri Shoko. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever seen her without one. “Not dramatic enough. Next time try throwing in a little gasp there.”

It seems that you still had work to do on your human reactions…“What have I told you about the cigarette smell getting on the papers?” You grimace at her - this particular human pleasure was especially sensitive to your nose.

“Can’t remember.” She replies, blowing out her last puff of smoke.

Shoko was perhaps your one exception to humans not knowing about your true identity—for the sole fact that she wasn’t your average human. Smooth. Silent. And stupidly intelligent - Shoko was perhaps the best investigative journalist Tokyo had to offer.

Which was to be expected, of course, given that she was the protégé of The Question.

A normal human journalist—just with enough combat skill and power to get him inducted into the Justice League. The Question had been a master in hand-to-hand combat even amongst the most trained superheroes; which paired well with the depth of investigative journalism that he would do. He exposed criminal underworlds that led to likely half the lodgers at Tokyo Island Penitentiary. 

When you’d been reading up on the superheroes of Earth - both current and inactive - it was his sheer heroism as a mere human that’d inspired you to become a journalist as well.

The Question had hand-picked Shoko as his successor—and for good reason. After his passing due to old age, Shoko quickly proved herself to be a master with the pen; she cracked her ink like a whip. Just last week, she’d exposed that damned Lex Luthor’s embezzling which at least got him out of Superman’s hair for some time. And despite the publicity of the event, the covert nature of her heroism meant she didn’t have to deal with the constant headlines.

Shoko was no different than those at the Justice League. Than you.

But she was an enigma.

So you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have walked in on you hurriedly changing into your supersuit in the cramped cubicle bathrooms at the Daily Planet - there was a train about to go off-course a few thousand kilometers away - than Shoko.

“Oh.” You remember it like it was yesterday. The door had swung open as you had one foot into the suit. “The lock’s broken.” She’d said.

“Uh…occupied?” You’d murmured then, in a voice higher-pitched than usual. You considered hypnotizing her twofold- no wait, there was some power to do with amnesia even though you weren’t sure whether it would be—

“I know what you’re thinking.” Shoko had smiled then. “And don’t you dare try - not because I’d say anything, but because the Justice League’s paperwork is a pain in the ass when you try to fight another superhero.”

Your jaw had dropped. “Another…?” You’d shove that paperwork up their asses- but another superhero?

“Haven’t guessed it already?” Shoko shoved a hand into her long jacket, pulling out a square piece of what almost looked like rubber. It was in the exact shade as her skin tone, and when she placed it over her face—

“Featureless.” You’d gasped. Pseudoderm. “Just like The Question.”

“Flattered you know us, Supergirl.”

But there was no more time for chit-chat—that train you’d been hearing was dangerously close to going off-tracks now, and you’d hastily begun stuffing yourself into your supersuit. To which Shoko hadn’t flinched - instead appraising you curiously. “Why don’t you just wear that underneath your suit?”

“Because…” Because you were too afraid of someone sneaking a peak at the suit underneath. Because you were too afraid of being Supergirl when you were your ‘human’ self—hated. At least as a human you weren’t hated. Because you were too afraid of walking around as two halves making up one whole, when one half was all you needed at a time to feel content.

Ultimately you settled for not saying anything at all. “Listen- please don’t-”

“Yeah, yeah- I’ve already been through this song and dance.” She waved you off absent-mindedly. “Don’t reveal your secret identity to anyone. Don’t make it obvious when you’re off saving the world.”

You felt a smile come to your face at those last few words.

“You don’t think I’m…ruining justice instead?” A rush of embarrassment ran through you for even asking.

But Shoko merely cocked her silky head. “Hah, no? And who cares what the Justice League thinks? Now go do superhero things, superhero.”

The train and its passengers were saved in record time that day. And just like she’d said, Shoko hadn’t spilled a word.

Though for all the secrets she kept- she did love hearing them.

“So…” She relights her cigarette. “Did Nanami finally ask you out and you rejected him?”

“What-” You’re turning to her with a yelp. “He did not—” She takes the moment to blow a cloud of smoke at your papers, and you’re snatching the cigarette from between her lips and snuffing it out on one of your ceramic desk decorations. 

“Hey…” Shoko whines.

Finally you’re whispering to her in a low tone - “He did not ask me out. And I did not reject him.”

“Then why’d he leave all sad and puppy-eyed?”

You’re turning around—almost as if expecting Nanami there still. “He didn’t…did he?”

“Maybe. I didn’t see. But you looked, didn’t you?” Chuckling. The Question takes the cigarette back from you, and holds it out of your reach.

“That was only because you-” You find that you don’t quite have much to say - at least not something that Shoko would pay heed to. And so you’re settling for a few grumbled curses—“No. He just asked me to be part of one of his articles.”

Shoko looks up in interest. “Oh? About what?”

“Supergirl.” You cross your arms. “He said he wanted to figure out who she was so he could interview her- I said no, of course.”

Shoko - who’d now newly relit her cigarette - takes a long drag and lets it free into the air. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why’d you say no?”

You take her cigarette and put it out again. “Because the more time I spend with him, the more likely he is to…find out. And with everything going on, I can’t risk putting him in danger.”

“Hm…” Shoko thinks for some time. “Putting him in danger? Or putting his image of you in danger?” She stares at you intently. “Are you really afraid that he’s going to be captured by villains you’ve been defeating time and time again these past few weeks? Maybe.” Then she’s gently tugging the cigarette from between your fingertips - to light it again. A final time. “Or are you more afraid that once he finds out who you truly are- he’s going to be just like the rest of them?”

You don’t bother reaching for the cigarette anymore. “I…”

But Shoko wasn’t done just yet. She blows her smoke into the air and lets it linger. “It’s just like these papers and this smoke. When the nicotine sticks to them, it’s invisible but it’s there—even if you don’t like it. But that doesn’t change its contents. Nor does that make it any less worthy than any other article here.”

You crinkle your nose. “But others won’t like it either.”

“So fuck them.” She stands. “It’s gonna be printed into a damn article, it doesn’t need to smell like rainbows and roses. No two newspapers are printed the same.”

And with that said, Shoko striding off. Cigarette and all.

And you’re left staring at a blank paper—ready for typing.

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Nanami Kento had never quite been to this area of Tokyo.

It was one of the seedier places; an amalgamation of everything your mother advises you against. Past the bars and the spas, past the graffiti-tattooed walls and the alleyways that seemed to stretch into darkness endlessly. Past men slouched on roads - drunk or dead. Past the rattle of trains in the distance and rats who chittered at the only abode they truly ruled. Where even those cowered standing next to—and one goes to share the same fear doused upon this neighborhood, doled, perhaps to replace that of their own.

Then again, there was a strange beauty in it itself - like a giant wound mending itself.

There was a stun gun in his pocket. He wondered what this place would look like in daylight. 

He ignored the knot in his throat as he kept on walking.

It wasn’t the place you’d expect to find a superhero - then again, Supergirl didn’t listen to anyone’s expectations of her. 

Often after fights, he’d see you disappearing into the shadows of a building or a lone alleyway such as these. As if never there. You didn’t wait around for any authorities or paparazzi. And it was only after weeks of investigation that he’d managed to narrow it down to one district that you were frequenting: Kabukicho. 

Even afterwards, he’d quickly learned that it wasn’t simply the entertainment district that you were fond of.

You were fond of hiding.

Asking around for sightings of a person of your description took Nanami meters away from actual Kabukicho, and down narrow alleys and underground streets. Into clubs and behind hotels. Into the seediest, smallest establishments hadn’t even the faintest waft of a main street. Currently he was heading towards a bar he was directed towards by an anonymous tip; the tip had said that you came here at least once a week or so. Sometimes not even to drink - just to people-watch.

And if Nanami Kento knew anything about you: it was that you found humans fascinating.

He’d seen it after fights, when you’d watch families rush to one another and embrace. He’d seen it even during fights, as you analyzed villains that were easy prey.

And he wondered…did you find humans interesting as much as they found you? Or at least, he did. 

It’s after a few minutes of walking down this small street, lit only by the angry neon signs of underground clubs, that he stops before a squat bat. THE CHAMELEON—the sign said.

He pats the stun gun in his pocket. 

And with a deep breath, he’s walking in.

The stench of liquor dances a frenzied waltz with cigarettes; it reaches his nose though he doesn’t cringe as he weaves between closely-pressed tables. Patrons hunched over nursing their columns of glasses look up at him suspiciously as he walks past them. He knew he should have changed out of his cream-colored suit. 

It was barely visible in the bar, due to the faint light buzzing solely from a few spots on the ceiling, surrounded by wine-drunk flies, but Nanami managed to sit himself down at the counter. A bartender with long greyish-blue hair wiping greasy glasses with an even greasier rag looks up at him.

“Ah…” Nanami’s eyes fall to the glass and the rag - he himself was a good drinker, though the establishments he frequented were nothing of this sort. “Just a beer, please.”

The bartender asks, “Mmm, tap?”

“Do you have bottles-”

“No bottles.”

“Then ah- just a water, please.”

“No water either.” He says in a strangely melodic voice, “Just cider. Just cider. Apple, peach, and pear~!”

Nanami looks at the man warily, “Then…a peach cider please.”

The bartender shrugs then takes the rag—blowing his nose into it- before he throws it somewhere over his shoulder and fetches a peach cider for Nanami. It pools condensation onto the counter as it’s set in front of him, but he doesn’t reach for it even a single millimeter.

“What are you trying to find, young man?”

Nanami almost flinches. 

The voice comes from the seat next to him; gruff and gravelly like when one has smoked far too many cigarettes for far too long. As he turns—the man next to him laughs. He had a white, wide-rimmed hat tipped low over his face, and was wearing an equally stark white suit. It was just about the only things he could make of him - nothing of his actual features.

And though Nanami didn’t know the man, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of kinship as the two patrons of the bar that didn’t seem like they belonged there.

Despite this, however, this other man’s fingers found a chip in his cider glass with familiarity. 

“There are only two reasons that folks come down to a bar like this: either to lose something—pain, memories, fatigue; or to find something.” He nods his head over at the younger man, but still doesn’t reveal a sliver of a face. “And since you haven’t touched that cider of yours, young man, I’m assuming…”

“Finding something, I suppose.” Almost robotic, Nanami grasps his glass. 

He thinks he sees a flash of a smile from the other man.

Nanami continues, “Maybe you can help me? Would you happen to have seen someone come in tonight-” His heart thunders as he lists off the features written down in that file of his—and the man keeps nodding with each one. “-perhaps around my age, though-”

“So it’s love problems.”

He stops short. “What?”

“Love problems.” That man clucks out a wet laugh, then takes a swig of his cider.

Nanami responds hesitantly. “I’m…afraid you misunderstand. I’m just trying to find-”

“I know perfectly what you mean.” He displays a set of paper-white teeth, gleaming. Reaching into his coat pocket, he slaps something down on the marble counter. “Her, right?”

Nanami peers in and finds it to be a blurry polaroid of you at this very bar, taken like you hadn’t known it was happening. And you weren’t revelling like one would have expected you to after a constant winning streak against villains. You weren’t even lamenting your woes with your fellow bar patrons.

You were just…watching. 

Alone at a booth. Nothing in front of you but a water- perhaps that bartender had lied to him. 

It was a night livelier than this one, evidently, as bachelor celebrations and 21st birthday parties and seemingly drunken singing surrounded you from all angles. But you simply watched. Waited. There was something so sorrowfully beautiful about you that it made Nanami’s heart ache. 

“It’d been my buddy’s divorce party and someone had pulled out the polaroid. He snapped a picture and somehow I just couldn’t find it in myself to part with it…there’s something so haunting about it.”

Nanami merely stares speechlessly, running his finger down the edge of the picture.

“Trying to understand someone is, too, an act of love isn’t it?” The other man says. Before Nanami could respond, he’s polishing off the last few drops of his cider and getting off the chair—he seemed much taller when he was standing. “Come now. This Supergirl of yours is quite the party- after draining The Chameleon she tends to head East towards the Golden Gai. Finish up your cider and then we can go.”

“R-right.” Nanami’s hand almost falls to pat his stun gun reassuringly- but under the man’s scrutiny he reaches for the cider instead. “And sorry- what was your name again Mr…?”

“Come now, come now. We can save the pleasantries for when we walk there, young man.”

“Right.” 

Bringing it up to his lips. 

Almost. “But how did you know I was searching for Super-”

He sighs. “You journalists ask too many questions.”

And with a forceful shove, he’s making Nanami chug down the cider - blood and peaches coating his tongue. And the sharp shot of something else he couldn’t place. 

“And you can call me Kenjaku, young man.”

And then it’s black.

“I saw the way Supergirl—” Spit. “—looked at you. And I must thank you for leading her to me.”

Kilometers away, you’re in the middle of heading to the train station with Shoko. You’d both gotten off work late and were lamenting what a pain it’d be to get up tomorrow morning—

Your head snaps up.

You’re immediately looking behind you.

“What is it?” Shoko asks with no small sense of emergency.

That gasp. That thud. 

You’ve never heard it; yet you’d recognize it anywhere.

“Something bad has happened.”

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Alleyways. Bar. Rats. Love Hotel. Alleyways. Bar. Bar. Alleyways. Alleyways. Alleyways.

Why did you have to go down so many alleyways?

It was a bar that you’d only been to once; the shadows were long and the cider was sweet—but ultimately you’d decided that you didn’t want to return. It was the day after you’d saved Nanami Kento. 

And now you were doing the very same thing.

THE CHAMALEON had wound down for the night by the time that you skidded to a halt before it - with the tar road cratering beneath you as you stopped. There’s a thundering noise that echoes down the gloomy streets of this forgotten part of Kabukicho. You don’t waste a single second longer before kicking the door open and storming inside—

“Ah~ my lovely Supergirl.”

“Kenjaku.” You spit. The bar was empty save for the man seated at the counter - a dark waterfall of hair, darker eyes - and in his hand he held a single glass of what you assumed to be cider. “Where is he-”

“Slow down, my dear.” He croons. “Why don’t you sit back? Have a drink or two? And then maybe we can-”

“Where the fuck is he.”

It happens instantaneously—in a jerky movement you’re picking up an entire table by its leg. Using a mere fraction of your strength, you chuck it at the man - not quite to hit just yet - and it flies past him with naught a hair’s breadth of space between the side of his head and the table. Crashing against the wall of alcohol bottles in the back; liquor and shards of glass explode behind Kenjaku, yet he doesn’t move a single muscle. Not a single muscle.

Not even his lips to speak. 

It infuriates you that he can remain sitting and sipping his cider without a care in the world- and so you’re striding towards him. Though striding was perhaps a kinder word.

Grabbing a bottle off the counter, he breaks its end and attempts to stab you.

You dodge.

He stabs.

You dodge.

He swipes your cheek—

“Motherfucker you better know that I don’t care what you do to me-” Each word leaves you like a dagger. “I don’t care how you hurt me-” And within a few seconds, you’ve closed the gap completely to grip him by the collar and raise Kenjaku a foot off his chair. “But what the fuck have these innocent people ever done to you?”

Suddenly, his eyes go wide and he starts laughing.

And you’re only watching in stunned silence.

You only can watch—Kenjaku laughs long and unabashed, with a strange hitch like a crow’s call - he laughs so hard that he has to wipe away a tear. It sends red-hot fury curdling in your veins.

You reel your fist back.

Tightly-coiled. Trembling with anger.

And you’re just about to swing—

When Kenjaku raises a single finger - the gesture humans often do when asking for a moment of your time - that makes you halt in your tracks. Whatever tricks he had up his sleeve, you didn’t want to risk anything that might put Nanami in danger.

And so you wait.

And you watch.

As Kenjaku’s eyes fall to the glass of cider that had been kept on the counter. He takes it in his hand. He clears his throat, “You should have been here earlier, oh- your little boyfriend was just drinking away his woes. Something about his love being a filthy alien, you see?” Those deep amethyst eyes—they were so dark that they seemed to leave a stain where they then turned to look at you.

You can’t take your eyes off of him - even as you bring your raised punch back and instead grasp Kenjaku’s neck with both hands. If you can’t pummel him to death, you were ready to strangle him.

Your hands tighten.

“O-oh.” Kenjaku’s hands claw down your forearms, but he’s powerless against you. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

They tighten.

“And you already know it’s true, don’t you? You know that deep down—you’re everything they say you are- you’re everything and worse-” They tighten. His skin starts turning blue then purple. “Why else would they hate you so? They know- they know it and you do, too.”

They tighten.

And even though you had the upperhand, seemingly, Kenjaku seems to crane his head down to whisper to you.

“You were nothing. You are nothing. You will always and forevermore be nothing.”

Your breath hitches- and Kenjaku knows he’s got you.

Unbidden from your senses, you’re letting go of him - he stumbles to the ground but manages to catch himself on the bar counter. Throwing an arm over it to steady himself, Kenjaku looks down at his cider glass once more, with only a few drops at the bottom of it.

He throws back those last few ounces and holds the glass out to you- “Be a dear for me, and help your little boyfriend get me another glass, will you? It seems he’s gotten his…hands full.”

Shit.

Shit.

You’re forgetting to even fly down to the bar—you’re breaking off a leg of a nearby stool then bending the metal into something that resembles a handcuff, quickly restraining Kenjaku for the time being before darting downstairs. There was a dingy staircase in the corner of the room, of which the rusty handrailing bends and warps as you grip it with your superhuman strength.

As you do, Kenjaku calls after you…“But do be careful not to miss your train~!”

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself at the bottom of a damp cellar- running to a Nanami Kento who’d been hopelessly bound and gagged. His golden hair falls in front of his face. His skin glistens with sweat.

And as soon as you reach him, you’re noticing the sheer heat that radiates off of him.

It was as if he was on fire—

Was this…?

“Nanami- Kento.” You’re hissing - you don’t need to untie those cloth restraints, you’re tearing straight through them. Removing the fabric gag and cupping his face, you look deep into his eyes. “Kento- oh, are you alright? Speak to me-”

“Go.”

“What-”

“The train.” Tears fell down his handsome cheeks. His bottom lip was trembling as though he was cold - even though he felt like an inferno to the touch. “My darling, don’t worry about me worry about the train-”

You insist. “What about the train, Kento?”

“Kenjaku- fuck, I overheard him telling his henchmen to destruct the Yurikamome line on the Rainbow Bridge- the train is going to go over it any second now—”

Brows furrowing, you focus your supersenses. Hearing. “But that can’t be, I should hear…”

The zooming of a train. The distant rattling of train tracks that sounded different than usual - too different, too distant. 

Then it hits you.

“Kento, while you were here, did you encounter anything…strange?”

He strangles out. “The peach cider he gave me- a-after that I just…”

“I understand.” Your mind was racing a mile a minute—Kento. The train. Kento. The train. Kento. “Kenjaku probably laced it with something to weaken you, and amongst that he must have added…”

Your blood goes cold.

“Hold on tight.” And without another word, you’re scooping the man into your arms - a princess carry. You hold him to you like the most precious thing on Earth and Krypton as you crash! through the top of the cellar—past several stories without a single scratch nor ache. Past bottles of liquor and ceramic tiles. Past layers of concrete and your fear.

Once you’re out into the wild night, you’re taking in incredible lungfuls of crisp air, soothing the burning sensation in your lungs.

You could almost ignore the gasps around you- as people whip out their cameras. This time, you don’t shy from them.

Gently; you’re hovering down to the street below and setting Nanami down. “Are you okay, Kento?”

“Yes- yes.” He’s gasping as he struggles to stand- you’re attempting to help him, only for Nanami to back away as though afraid. Something painful twinges inside you.

And he must see the breaking of your expression - because he’s immediately rushing to answer. “The thing that was in that cider…it was Kryptonite, wasn’t it?” Your silence is enough of an answer. “You have to go.”

You step towards him. “We have to get you to a hospital. The Kryptonite-”

“The train-”

“Just let me-”

“The Kryptonite will poison you before it ever even thinks of poisoning me. Do you really think I’d ever- fucking ever put my life above yours?” Nanami Kento doesn’t exactly yell—but his voice carries to your superhuman senses above anything else. Anything else. “Save the people on the train. Save the world. Save yourself- for everything I love, please please leave me- save them, Supergirl.”

You’re straightening.

“I’ll be back for you, Kento.”

Stumbling back a few steps; you have to shake your head to do away with the fogginess of the Kryptonite.

And then you’re in the air once more.

Wind whipping your face. Cape thrashing behind you.

The clouds stick to your features and form condensation with how fast you’re flying to the train- fuck.

Once you get there, you’re seeing exactly what Nanami had been talking about.

The train track where the Yurikamome Line was going on top of - the lower deck of Rainbow Bridge - was completely obliterated in the middle. Throngs of metal sticking upwards. Train track rattling like a wounded snake. The train was charging full speed ahead, the driverless transit unaware of any anomaly in the track. 

Just enough of a gap that it would prove fatal to the 160,000 passengers aboard. 

Just enough of a gap that you could zip down—as fast as you could go. As low as you could afford. And as fearful as any human would have been in that moment - and just as foolhardy. 

And as the Yurikamome Line heads towards the broken railroad, you’re lifting the train once it passes. The dip in the train track; you’re making up for it with your hands and your shoulders—never letting the Line falter even a single decree—it stretches and stretches and sinks its heavy metal body down onto yours. Rolling over your shoulders. Like nothing you’ve ever felt before- you have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up. 

Your body was indestructible. But you’re feeling cuts on your palms. But you’re feeling the strain on your core and your deltoids.

Every single axiom in your body was screaming—

Towards the middle mark of the Yurikamome Line, you feel a dip- fuck.

Gritting your teeth, you let out a clenched groan as you push the train up. From inside you can hear passengers scream. And from the horizon, you can hear news helicopters thundering.

Please.

A tear runs down your cheek. You struggle to move. 

Please. Please. Please.

You’re pushing the train upwards with all your might. 

Humanity above, only you know how strong you can be. 

Be strong.

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Birds are twittering.

You would have assumed that the afterlife had no shortage of birds, too; but it’s a bit odd to you that they’re singing a tune so jolly.

Personally, since you were dead, you’d like to sing something more lamentable.

“My darling?”

It’s so quiet that you almost don’t hear it - but of course, you do. You’re Supergirl—and you hear everything everyone says to you whether you want to or not. But this one in particular sounds quite pretty in your ears - even prettier than the spring melodies of birds - and it makes you realize ah- angels…

But at the same time you’re realizing that angels didn’t exist on Krypton.

And then you’re shooting awake.

“Fucking fuck!”

Your graceful resurrection is marked by knocking your head with none other than Nanami Kento - whom you found quite understandable to mistake for an angel. As you’re clutching your forehead and letting out a few swears, he lets out nothing but the sweetest, soft chuckle—and as your vision slowly grows used to the light and unblurs, you’re seeing the most beautiful smile on his face. 

His eyes crinkled at the edges, framed by golden glasses. His cheeks had one faint dimple each. And he was looking at you with something humans had never looked at you with - love.

It couldn’t…

Was that your heart thundering or his?

“You don’t know how happy I am that you’re awake.” Nanami whispers, as if afraid to break this fragile piece. This suspension in a place that didn’t quite seem to be Earth nor Krypton. He presses his forehead to yours—“I wanted to thank you first, my darling.”

“Thank me…for what?” You ask- your voice is incredibly hoarse. How long have you been out for? 

Once you clutch your throat, Nanami hastens to pluck a glass of water off the bedside cabinet. And as you drink- you’re looking around the room. The next time you speak, it’s with a slightly steadier tone. “And where are we?”

“Ah- I guess I should apologize first.” Nanami says, sheepishly rubbing the blushing back of his neck. “We’re at my apartment. You’ve been asleep for about sixteen hours now.”

Your lips part.

He hurries to explain. “Chief Yaga from the police station wanted to keep you under their protection at the hospital, the Justice League insisted on keeping you at one of their quarters- your fan club wanted you all to themselves but…I…insisted you wake up in a place that’s somewhat of a home.” Eyes darting shyly downwards. “Just until you wake up- I asked Shoko and she wasn’t sure where you lived, either. You’re a very private person, Supergirl. And Superman is in outer space right now so…”

“Oh…I…I see.” You hold the glass limply in your hand. “And ah- fan club, you said?”

Nanami nods - you don’t see any humor in his eyes. “Your rescue of the train was shown on every channel and program- every breaking news. The Daily Planet won’t stop printing, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“That…” You feel strangely numb. “I don’t even know what to say. And the casualties-”

“Zero.”

“How did you get to the hospital?”

“Just after you left, Shoko arrived with the police to save me and arrest Kenjaku. Did you know that she’s a vigilante?”

You bite back a smile. “I did.”

He unabashedly smiles, as if meeting you for the first time. “And did you know that I know?”

“I figured by now.” Cocking your head.

“I always had a suspicion but…I don’t know what hypnosis you did but it just wouldn’t make sense in my mind. But when you came down to save me at the cellar, when you were affected by that Kryptonite it just…clicked.”

He’s reaching a hand up to softly cup your right cheek.

“It wouldn’t have made sense to be anyone else.”

It’s warm in Nanami’s bedroom. And it’s even warmer underneath the thin nightdress you’re wearing- you wonder where he got such a thing? And when you’d been put into it? It seems that he catches the questions in your gaze as it dawns upon you what you’re wearing—“I bought it for you after you got discharged at the hospital.” Nanami says. “Shoko helped you into it- althought…I did help.” With a shy blush, he’s looking away.

And you’re closing your eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand. “Thank you.” 

You don’t need to specify for what.

“And then there’s that.” Nanami surprises you as he says, reinvigorated. And how completely correct you were in him having those old movie star looks - that smile of his, with the soft little dimple on each cheek, should be on the big screen. He has a knowing glint in his eyes. “Thank you for saving me- that time at the bakery.”

You feel a little breathless. “It’s no problem.”

“No but it was- it’s how Kenjaku managed to escape. And I know how much you got torn apart in the papers for it—” His jaw clenches. “I saw it everyday.”

You look down at your hands, clasped on top of Nanami’s sweet cream-white sheets. “It’s nothing.”

And slowly - but surely - at a pace that matches the hesitant staccato of your heartbeat, Nanami’s own larger, roughened hands are sliding across the sheets. Intertwining with yours. “It’s not.” 

Your gaze was now flickering between your tangled hands and his unyielding gaze—you didn’t know which was more beautiful.

He continues, “And I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. I know you don’t feel as if you’ve done enough to be thanked, but I can assure you- w-well, I don’t know how much my word will mean to you if anything at all, but just-”

“Kento.” You cut him off. “Kiss me.”

His lips meet yours and you never wish for them to leave; he tastes like coffee with a hint of honey and everything you’ve ever wanted. You feel as though you can finally breathe.

And he feels as though he can’t—and he’s searching for his first breath between your lips. Nanami gasps as you clutch his baby-blue button-up. 

Nanami’s hand caresses the back of your neck, and he’s cockin’ your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss. Eventually you’re feeling that initial sweetness of first contact melt into somthing…more…something that makes your skin simmer, as he’s letting his pinkish tongue brush your lower lip.

With a gasp you’re welcoming him inside.

And before you know it, you’re being laid flat on your back with Nanami hovering on top of you. With a tap at his broad shoulders, you signal him to get up—and when Nanami’s on his knees before you you’re letting your hands…wander.

“O-oh.” His breath hitches. His Adam’s apple bobs. And a sizzling heat takes over the man’s body as your fingers trace the line of this throat- the valley of his pecs- the bumps of his abs. 

All your knowledge of human anatomy led you to believe that he must be hiding immense strength beneath suits too-big for him, but even this was a surprise.

And then lower, lower, lower—until you’re reaching his rock-hard erection. 

“Shit…” The soft grunt escapes the back of Nanami’s throat—unbidden. He immediately brings one roughened hand up to his mouth, chewin’ on the insides of his cheek as he watches your workings down below. Watches through half-lidded eyes as your palm’s meeting the bulge of his perfectly plaid pants. Cupping. Caressing.

Nanami’s breath grows more n’ more ragged as you keep palming- fuck, he was so big.

You don’t even have to use your x-ray vision to figure that out - but you’re doing so anyway. And what you’re seeing are about seven- eight? Inches of his swollen cock, all throbbing and pulsating underneath your touch. And beads—no, puddles of precum were constantly tearing out from the top of his shaft, creating a mess underneath that made Nanami feel shy.

You swear he’s growing even bigger once he feels the staring.

“A-are you using your…?” Nanami asks, pushing his thick glasses up.

“Mmm, maybe.” You’re cheekily replying. And in mere split-seconds you’ve used your heat vision to incinerate Nanami’s fabrics without actually hurting him.

He gasps and instinctively goes up to cover his aching erection-

But you’re stopping him with a hand of your own. Those fingers of yours wrapping around Nanami’s pale pink cock—he’s oh-so-thick at the base of it, surrounded by a scattering of golden tresses that graze the bottom of your hand.

You’re squeezing the hilt of Nanami’s shaft and he lets his head drop backwards with a moan- “Fuh-fuck. I could cum right here and right now, you know….”

“So do it.” You’re tugging his cock- until you’re reaching the mushroomy top of it and wipin’ away a speckle of precum. It feels so warm underneath your touch—he was just melting for you. “But just know that this is going to be a looooong night, Nanami Kento.”

He gulps.

Meanwhilst you’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s while you keep a constant pace fisting his length. Breaking off from the heated kiss only to lean down and spit-

A direct glob of your saliva gluing to Nanami’s puckered tip.

He’s shivering as it gleamingly trickles down his length—then reeling you into a kiss once more. “Mmm- I can hear your heartbeat, Kento.” You smile into the kiss. “Any reason why it increases when you’re around me?”

“I’m in love with you and I cannot lie about it.” And you don’t know what you expected - banter? Denial? But it certainly wasn’t outright confession, and it certainly wasn’t for Nanami to pant against your lips—to push you back onto the coiled mattress, and shuffle his body down until he’s between your legs. 

With languid movements, he’s pressing your legs to the side until each one is pinned to the soft cotton sheets. And you let him.

Your peripherals locked with his. Nanami’s gold-rimmed glasses tracing your skin. You’re running a hand through Nanami’s blond mane as he presses a line of kisses up your right thigh, up your left thigh, before finally…“May I?”

“Please.”

The next sound escaping you is a deafening trill—as in that very moment Nanami pushes his face nose-deep between those legs. And his tongue’s darting outwards and swabbin’ up - eating you out as though he was starving.

Almost wolfish.

Mouth gaped wide open. Honed canines stickin’ against the opened sides of your folds. 

Your eyes dart to the back of your head- as you’re feeling the dots of his tastebuds push through your nightgown. He was eating you out through your nightgown—

“Kento, take a breather.” You’re whispering down at him, peeping at the ravenous man through struggling lids. The pleasure was consuming every inch of you rapidly; and before long you snake a hand to lift up the nightgown. “Let me just take this off-”

“No.” Nanami’s warm hand comes gripping yours - with surprising strength for a human. “Please- please keep it on.” He struggles.

To even speak.

To even keep his breathing even.

To even unlatch himself from your pussy for the mere moments he has to speak- he didn’t want to waste a single second. And it’s with carnal ferocity that he’s stuffin’ himself back between your legs, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your hot folds. “A-at this point, it might just be the only thing keeping me sane, my darling…if I feel you in all your entirety then I might just-” Nanami’s voice cracks. “-break.”

“What do you mean, Kento…?” You’re breathing. 

There was something…off about the handsome man. Sure, it could’ve just been the heated proximity that was warping your perception of him; but—

But that couldn’t explain the nearly-frenzied pace of his heartbeat - 112 BPM to be exact - or the furious red flush creeping down his neck, or the way he was plastered in a cold sweat. Golden tresses gluing to his forehead and the forefront of your pelvis. One of those beads of perspiration runs down his attractive nosebridge n’ ends up positioning where he was pushing and pushing his sensual face into your puffy folds. Cheeks hollowing as he’s sucklin’ on them through the barely-there barrier of your nightgown.

And you’re swiping your thumb across it - feeling the slightly-sticker consistency of his sweat. 

More so than normal.

And somehow…sweeter?

It doesn’t take your heightened senses to realize—you start to tug on Nanami’s sweaty scalp- but he’s hesitant to remove himself. Merely parting an inch or so with the most agonized groan. “Kento- Kento, don’t you feel a little different right now?”

“Hmmmgh?” He asks with his bleary eyes struggling to focus on you.

“A little different? Maybe a little…warmer?” You watch as he has to think a little bit before nodding. “Don’t you feel like you’re going to- hah, shatter on my pussy?”

“I do.” Nanami spits a glob of spittle down on your cunt, kissing it away before it trickles. “Fuck, I do.”

“Mmm—” Your back arches as his tongue straightens then starts dragging up and down your sopping slit languidly. “And aren’t you wondering h-how exactly I know?”

“How do you know, my darling…?” Sounding barely awake as he questions so.

“It’s because…” And then you’re sitting up and starin’ down at his movie-star face, eyes half-lidded and his blond hair a mess. A few strands of it were falling in front of his gorgeous eyes—so you’re pushing them away with your hand- and Nanami shivers as though just splashed with cold water. “-I’m feeling the same way.” A shiver runs down Nanami’s spine. “That aphrodisiac seems to be contagious.”

“A-aphrodisiac?” Nanami’s eyes widen behind his spectacles.

And you’re giving him a soothing nod. “Mhm. Back at the bar, it seems that what Kenjaku spiked you with was a Kryptonite solution. But what he hadn’t accounted for was the fact that sometimes…Kryptonite can have a bit of an…aphrodisical effect on humans.”

You’re leaning down and kissing his pussy-drenched lips. “Mmm, yeah, I can taste it on you still.”

Nanami’s immediately lurching back- but this time, it’s your turn to be reeling him back in. 

Keeping him delightfully hostage between your legs. “And where do you think you’re going, Earthling?”

“But the Kryptonite-” Nanami pants. Even though his eyes kept constantly flickering down to your cunt as if his favorite baked good set out right in front of him. Syrupy-filled. “It can’t be good for you-”

“At the weakened state it’s in now, it’s not bad for me either.” You smile. “The aphrodisiac shouldn’t impair you, either. But if you do not wish to fully continue-”

“I do.” The words can’t leave Nanami’s lips faster. He’s shoving your legs further apart and whispering. “I do I do I do—”

Then pressing such a harsh open-mouthed kiss against your swollen folds - so hard that it honestly felt as though he was trying to permanently imprint its outline against your pussy. And then when he’s pressed hard enough and long enough and deeeep enough—Nanami jerks away with a wrangled moan.

“But then since I’m already broken…”

And in robotic movements- he pushes your nightgown up until your tits- and he’s plastering his hot lips aaaaall over your cunt. Tongue swiping urgently between your folds and fuckin’ inside like a damn animal.

“Shit—” Moans bubble to your throat- seeping out with bubbles of spit. You’re clawing through his sweaty locks, holding onto him for dear life. “Shit, shit, shit- I didn’t expect humans to be so…”

“S’this your first time on Earth?” He peeks up at you through his long lashes.

“It is.” You’re nodding. Biting onto your lower lip.

And something seems to shift behind Nanami’s darkened eyes; he fixates them on you and doesn’t waver a single second as he lets his tongue fully out. Lavishes the tender in-betweens of your pussylips with all his sensual kisses- “Then I better give you a proper welcome to Earth.”

And it’s with absolutely no warning that he’s increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Flarin’ that sopping wet muscle out so that it stretches out your first ring of muscle- you can feel the sides of Nanami’s tongue slide-slide-sliding all down your channel. He was just so thick- you were feeling him so perfectly like this- and you can’t help yourself…you’re activating your x-ray vision to see how deep Nanami’s really going.

“A-a bit more to the left, Kento…” You murmur. “And a little deeper- ngh.”

He looks up at you in slight surprise. “Oh? You can see where I’m going, my darling?” Experimentally, Nanami stabs a few more thorough probes- deep.

“X-ray vision, remember?” You gasp. Buckin’ up in a sloppy staccato every time Nanami’s nearing with his tongue and his prominent nose- fuck, you loved how the tip of his nose pressed into your clit every time he surged forwards. “Just a bit deeper- oh, your fingers?”

With two of his calloused fingertips slidin’ up and down your vertical slit - accumulating the dewy droplets of slick you were letting out - he smiles. “I may not have superpowers, but something tells me you’re going to like this, Supergirl.”

“Oh- shiiiiiit.” It’s letting out the sloppiest squelch to have Nanami’s fingers easing inside. 

They’re so large- oh, your mouth drops as he’s burgeoning inside. Through your x-ray vision you could see that he’s scissoring inside- stretching aside that velvety channel- letting the doughy tips of his fingers probe inside like two searchlights attempting to pinpoint your most treasured spots. He’s rovering in deeeeeep- and you’re letting your face press into the damp mattress. “You’re enjoying this, Supergirl?”

“I-I am.” You huff. You’re humpin’ up into his pretty face so hard that the bedframe was creaking and moaning. Just as you must have been.

“And is your- hah, favorite Earthling making you feel good—?”

You’re levelling a half-hearted glare at him. “Bold of you to assume- but yes.” His fingers are just so close- “To the right…”

And he’s immediately heeding your every word- meanwhile, his mouth seemed to have felt a little lonely. Because Nanami hastens to latch his kiss-bitten lips around your throbbing clit. “Good. Because I’m just made to make you feel good, my darling. I need this. I need this. M’made for this.” Huffing. “Don’t be afraid to fuck my tongue as hard as you want- don’t be afraid to s-suffocate me, because m’here just to make you—ngh, feel good—”

Pushing up into you.

Pressing himself between your legs even harder.

“I don’t need to breathe- I need you to tell me where that g-spot is.”

Your head’s throwing backwards, thighs trembling around him- you’re soon wrapping your legs around Nanami’s perspired head and locking your ankles around him. Digging his tongue even deeper- he crashes and crashes them against your clit in time with his probin’ fingers. “A little more-”

“How much more?”

“Just about an inch- oh.” You’re squawking out in a way that’d be so embarrassing if it was anytime but now. “And to the left…upwards.”

He notices that you’re almost shying away from his touch with every plap! of his palm hitting the forefront of your cunt. Harder. Faster—even though he may have been a gentleman, Nanami’s fingers were decidedly not. They’re ravenous; managing to curl against the side of your walls, with your direction perfectly locating that one spot you’ve been aching to be touched this entire time. And the human wastes no time pushing against it- you think you’re seeing stars—hey, was that Krypton?

Too occupied to come up with a concrete answer, however, you’re simply basking in the pleasure that Nanami was pouring through your veins.

And he only seems too happy to have your hips hikin’ higher and your pussy pushing up all the way until his nose- with every single thrust he was battering. Your gooey insides are shuddering at the sheer force, you’re feeling a tightness start to formulate at the pit of your stomach. 

Something sore - blissfully so.

“I think…” You gasp. “No I know—” And the thing about being Kryptonian was that it came with immense control over your physiology- which also meant that you could cum on demand. But oh, how much better it felt when it was being drawn out of you by Nanami’s sweet sweet fingers.

Plunging - each time from the rounded tips of his digits and down until those knuckles, reddening at the persistent skin-to-skin contact - towards your g-spot every time. Multiple times a second.

“-Kento, I’m going to cum—”

“So cum f’me, Supergirl-” Nanami spits against your cunt. He sounds ragged- he sounds gone. His tone was a barely-there husk of what it had once been, and his eyes seemed unable to focus on anything but the pretty soakin’ pussy right in front of him. He kept his mouth so fucking full of your throbbing clit as he continued speaking. “Cum f’me…my girl.”

Shit—he’s blushing just saying it. But the effect on you is undeniable - you’re throwing your head into the fluffy pillows and finally letting loose. 

Wrenching on Nanami’s hair. Squeezing his head till he almost suffocates- you’ve got the feeling that he gladly would. Dragging your slick-glazed folds against his face and cumming and cumming.

As your euphoria rips straight through you - Nanami leaves his mouth further ajar and swivels his tongue inside as well. In addition to his fingers, he’s now attempting to squeeze his tongue inside to fuck you silly- to make your dazed peripherals roll to the back of your scalp. “This is what I’m made for.” And you’re unsure whether that was him or the aphrodisiac talking. “This is all I ever wanna do now—mmm—” He moans as syrupy juices stream down either side of his mouth and he’s sucking in your pussy. “My darling, you don’t know how badly I mean it when I say m’made for you. For this pussy.”

You whimper as he perfects his tonguing thrusts to the rhythm of your orgasm. Hitting every single peak. “Sh-shit…it’s becoming sensitive…”

“My darling, I’d rather die than leave this pussy from now onwards.”

“Never expected a gentleman like you to be so filthy.” You huff- rather difficult, considering how much he managed to take your breath away. As he prolongs your high until you’re dizzy—

And then some.

“Mmmm, I’m sensitive.” Fondly; you tug on his golden strands. Nanami lets out a rumble of acknowledgement, but he doesn’t move a single inch - merely grazing- not even properly eating you out anymore, he’s just sloppy grazing his hungry mouth against your sensitive cunt. 

Lapping up the last few dredges of your slick.

Occasionally wishing to feel the clench of your hole- and letting it dip inside—

“Hck!” Tears start to well up behind your eyes. And you have to speak to something deep and carnal within Nanami - otherwise you’re getting the feeling that he’s never going to part his lips from your own drenched ones. “Kento, you can stay here if you want…”

“Mmm-” He eagerly runs his tongue between your velvety folds again.

“-but I was really thinking that we could use my x-ray vision…” That seems to finally pique his interest, and he’s looking up at you. “-for something else. Something bigger, hm?” Pointedly, your eyes dip down.

He knows exactly what you’re talking about.

And in no time, Nanami Kento’s shuffling up your twitching body - still oh-so-sensitive from your previous high. And his hips are closing towards yours, his ruby-red tip is slipping between your legs and sandwiching between your pussylips for a few thrust-thrust-thrusts—“A-are you sure, my darl- oh.”

Before you claw at Nanami’s muscular back and crush him against your body.

Against your hips- your readily awaiting cunt.

Just that sopping, sap-covered tip of his manages to fit inside in that moment - and you’re feeling it throb like he’s always wanted to be here. Filling up the cavern of your cunt and making your toes curl- such a delicious streeeetch—! you’ve never felt before. And Nanami watches as you’re on the verge of shattering just as he already has—and he leans down to press a quick press on the edge of your chin. “M-mmmm.” 

But it’s hard even think let alone fucking speak with your soaking wet cunt wrapped around him like this. His very own taste of heaven.

Nanami’s letting escape a few botched moans- before he decides to preserve whatever is left of his dignity, and bites down on his pathetically wobbling lip. Trying his very best to keep any noise from leaving him as he experimentally moves his hips behind and probes back inwards with his plump, puckered tip. Just the round girth of it openin’ you up even more. “Sh-shiiiiiiit—my darling, am I even…”

You’re looping your arms around him and dragging him even closer. But Nanami’s too far gone to even kiss you properly- and his lips end up sliding around your jawline. “Even what, Kento?”

Bleary eyes damn-near popping out of his skull. Skin flushed ever-redder due to the aphrodisiac or simply just…you. Cock spurting out wad after wad of eager precum—he just couldn’t stop himself.

“Alive…” Nanami rasps out.

And your jaw drops at the question. “Is that…is that a joke, baby?” Although you already knew the answer- Nanami Kento was never the type to just joke.

And just as you’d expected, he’s furiously shaking his head and pumping out a few more overeager semi-thrusts. So overeager, in fact, that he’s ending up plopped out of your wettened cavern- and Nanami almost blows a fuse trying to get himself back in.

“Let me help you with that, Kento.” You giggle. Pushing aside his fumbling fingers, you’re wrapping your own around his incredibly thickened base - enough to make your mouth water.

Pointing the globular top of his shaft towards your cunt, you allow him to push inside once more. Breath hitching. Thighs shaking. Pants erratic as he does so- “Are you alright, baby?” You ask him—this time opening your legs wider to let his furious inches shovel in. “D’you think you can handle it if I use my powers to bring all of you inside?”

“Yes but…no.” Nanami admits. He wears a sheepish smile on his face - almost shy. Which was in direct contrast with the way he’s scrapin’ his right hand down your core and resting it atop your womb. He looks at you with raised brows. “Here?”

You nod. “Right there.” Then you’re wiggling your hips down in order to take him deeper—

But Nanami’s stopping you with a hand at your waist- practically glued onto your skin. He’s firm in his touch though not unkind. And Nanami’s boring deeeeply into your eyes - your very soul - as he’s giving you light, shallow thrusts. Poking himself past that ruthless squeeze of your entrance. “I…hah, I’ll need your superpowers to tell me where I am, my darling. And exactly where you want me.” 

Then Nanami plants you with a particularly hard strike that sends his long cock digging. His sides were decorated with a zig-zagging pattern of veins that massages your delicate insides.

“But as for fitting inside…” His mouth fucking waters at the prospect - and you already know with your senses. The gentleman leans down and spits in your mouth. “-we’re gonna do it the human way, okay?”

“Please-” Your nails start to dig into the shifting muscles of his back. “Please-”

And he’s not doing it the human way—not instantly. Before that; Nanami removes your palms from his shoulders and pins them above your head. Using but a single hand of his.

And you know you could easily overpower him - you just know it - but in this instance it makes something carnal twitch inside you to have the calm, soft-spoken gentleman shatter in this way on your pussy. It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac: he was using one hand to restraint yours- so hard that you feel his nail marks, he was using the other to push your knees up until they hit your tits, he was pulling his cock out until it was juuuust the pretty, pinkish top of his shaft.

And then plunging back in.

As deep as he could go - until he’s feeling the little tightness of your entrance. Then reeling back out to repeat. And repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

Nanami Kento was stabbing you with his cock nearly a dozen times a second—and he wasn’t sweet with it- he wasn’t fucking gentle. 

He was utterly pussydrunk and fucking you just like it. “Please, please, please—” Nanami’s attractive baritone hitches at the very end of his sentence, breaking into a million pieces just as he was. “Sh-shit, it’s like the deeper I go…the more I can’t- hngh.”

“Think?” You flutter your lashes up at him.

“Yeah.” He breathes. “That.”

And you can’t help but let out a little giggle—the way his flared tip rubbed your insides was addictive. He was so wiiiiide above his sensitive slit, and that was pushing forcefully into every one of your hidden spots. “You’re so close to my- hck! favorite spot, Kento. Do you remember where that was?” 

“Mmm, my darling- remember?” Nanami looks down at you with crazed eyes. “I can’t even remember my own name right now.”

“Then I’ll guide you.”

Though your arms were pinned to the bed, you’re able to careen your hips up into his. And that ruggedly handsome v-line of his was slowly growing redder at the repeated contact- to which you’re only pushing up even harder. “Just a little deeper- two inches?” You’re using your x-ray vision to map out the perfect route to your g-spot. “And then a little more- fuck, angle your hips a little more to the left.”

“Like this?” He asks. Beautiful hazel eyes almost fluttering shut at the onslaught of sudden squeezes that your cunt was blessing him with. “Fuck, how are you squeezing me even- deeper?”

“My superhuman powers?” You’re joking- joking.

But that doesn’t stop Nanami from asking- “Then does that mean you can…snap my dick off with that pussy, my darling?”

At first you’re in disbelief that such words could have possibly left Nanami Kento’s - the Nanami Kento’s - mouth. And then when it’s finally sunken in, you’re debating whether he was actually serious about it—he looked serious enough. “Ah…” Your lips part. “Kiss me.”

He does.

And as he does, that winding restraint of your legs tugs n’ tugs him ever-closer. Ever-deeper.

That bulbous tip of his was openin’ you up so fucking well—hidden nooks you hadn’t even known existed. And after a few more jerky thrusts, Nanami breaks the kiss with a rather lecherous slurp! and moves to huff against your ear. “I-is it all the way in, my dearest?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to know that?” You’re chuckling before looking down using your x-ray vision once more.

“Tell me, my darling- tell me.” And Nanami Kento was always rather the stoic man—never combusting, never overreacting. But at this moment, it feels as though the longer he’s not fully stuffed in your cunt, the more and more he’s fucking losing it-

“Well…just a few inches longer until you’re gonna be- hah-” Untangling one of your hands from his, you’re running it down your core. Your womb. “-here.”

And Nanami can’t hurry up enough to pin your hands back on the mattress, replacing it with his own. He fucking moans when he realizes that - if he presses down hard enough, perhaps through your superhuman powers - you can make him feel himself bumpin’ thrusts from the outside. You continue. “But you’re actually pretty close to- ah.”

Just then your words are taking on a trilling tone.

Almost matching his in terms of neediness.

Nanami’s running his lengthy cock so deeeeep inside that he ends up rubbin’ his flared tip along either side of your channel—perfectly massaging that one spot you’ve been yearning for this entire time. It’s like a pretty target then that he’s never failing to hit over and over and over again- until you’re throbbing and raw inside.

And every one of his thrusts end up puncturing that spot. That sweet bundle of nerves that makes his mouth water- you’re shattering around his shaft every time he repeats the motion. “Deeper.” Nanami chokes out. “Deeper- now I just need you to take me even deeper. I don’t just want it- I need it.”

And pressing your legs apart with his strong pelvis- he’s murmuring as he hones in.

That target at the back of your pussy.

That gummy surface that just seemed to be calling to him.

That area at the very bottom that just seemed soaked in his never-ending precum—“I need it. I need it. I need it so fuckin’ badly.” He was slurring on his words by this point, and Nanami noses down the column of your throat. “It’s like every atom inside me is burning up. Not just because of the fuck- aphrodisiac.”

“Not just…?” You ask with widened eyes.

And he’s grinding down on the heavenly spot between your legs - so hard that the scruff of his happy trail massages your clit. And it’s such a primal sensation that you don’t think you’d ever be able to replicate—not even with your hypercontrol. “Not just.” He dips his face into the crook of your neck, hair sticking to your clammy skin. “My darling, your body’s liquor.”

Harder and harder. 

With a few more thorough strokes, Nanami’s finally - finally - bottoming out. 

You feel the moment he empties out those thick, throbbing inches with a rough bang! The velvety end of his tip swipes across your cervix- and you’re shivering at the rope of goey precum he’s leaving behind. “Sh-shiiiiiit.”

“Have I…?” Nanami’s pupils dilate. “Have I…” And he keeps fucking you in merciless thrusts.

You smile, “Why don’t you see for yourself, Kento?” He seriously didn’t realize, yet?

Nanami blinks dazedly a few times- before he’s slowly ducking his head downwards and staring at the place where you two were connected. Where your puffy pussylips were struggling to swallow down his red cock—and his heavy balls were thwack-thwack-thwacking away. And it’s enough to make his mouth water.

“Oh.”

His breath hitches as he sees that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

And Nanami falters his hips - for just a split-second - so that he could reach down and give that tummy bulge a kiss—a fucking kiss. Coming back up with the most accomplished smile- “I-I think m’close, my darling.”

“So then cum, Kento.” You’re breaking free of his restraint to throw your arms around him again. “And I’ll-”

“No.” The blond man already knew what you were going to say. Shaking his sweaty head, “I won’t let you make yourself cum using your powers, my dear—this Earthling is going to do it himself.”

So you’re keeping your mouth shut and giving into the pleasure - and on Krypton you may have had to use your physiological control to get yourself off most of the time- but Nanami was hellbent on making you feel better than he already was. He’s slammin’ away into your g-spot. He’s using his now-free hand to roll over your clit.

Again and again and again—

As many times as he needed to in order to push you towards your high - even if it meant rubbin’ his reddened cock raw against the sopping hot insides of your cunt. In next to no time; Nanami has your toes curling at the sheer amount of pleasure shooting up from them.

And you’re babbling away into the grove of his neck, “K-Kento, I’m close…”

“Please-” He sounds very much ruined by how he’s had to push his own orgasm for yours- gladly, at that. “P-please…” A ribbon of spit glides from the corner of his mouth, and Nanami pushes down on your tummy bulge using his chiselled abs. “Cum on my cock, my girl.”

You’re both reaching your highs at the same time - Nanami’s with a few more choked-up groans and the sloppiest thrusts you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving, and you with a few more replays of his name and the bed frame shattering underneath you. It’s solely from using your super strength to fuck back into Nanami’s cock - something you hadn’t even realized you’d been doing.

Your brain feels completely fried by the crescendo of your high- getting every peak of it smacked! by Nanami’s ruthless hips.

Again and again—he’s pumping out scalding white globs of cum.

It empties out midway down your walls and smears once he’s hittin’ your cervix. “Cum on my- cum on my…oh, fuck.” Nanami’s pupils tremble- “Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before…”

“Mmm, me neither.” You coo up at him. Your own orgasm was taking over you nerve by nerve—flooding it with white-hot pleasure. Back arching. Knees trembling. It thrums inside of you - and you’re wondering just how potent that aphrodisiac is, because your heartbeat’s almost concerningly fast—

“S’that so?” Nanami slurs. Pressing a chaste peck to your lips as he fucks his cum inside you. “Because I’m not just talking about the sex.”

Oh.

The realization hits you like a freight truck - or maybe a block of Kryptonite. Your heartbeat wasn’t increasing just because of the aphrodisiac. Not at all.

You’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s once more, and you can see yourself doing it over and over and over again.

“Me too.”

And then after a moment, you laugh.

“Kento, we broke the bed.”

.

.

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SUPERGIRL SAVES 160,000 AT RAINBOW BRIDGE—A TIMELINE OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE’S NEWEST ADDITION.

EXCLUSIVE: LOCAL JOURNALIST SAVED BY SUPERGIRL (THE COVERPAGE OF THE YEAR?)

SUPERVILLAIN KENJAKU FINALLY ARRESTED! REVEALED TO BE BEHIND RAINBOW BRIDGE SITUATION AND SLANDER CAMPAIGN AGAINST SUPERGIRL…

“I spy with my little eye…” Shoko’s knowing gaze flickers between you and Nanami. “-a smile. Two smiles.”

Nanami’s warm gaze turns to you. “Ah, what’s there not to smile about?”

“Considering I’ve finally cleared up my name.” You respond. And it was true; ever since the highly-publicized double heroism in which you saved both Nanami and managed to prevent the Yurikamome Line accident, the headlines couldn’t get enough of your name. Except this time…it wasn’t a bitter taste on their tongues. 

Were we wrong about Supergirl? Was Kenjaku behind the hate campaign?

(Partially. You don’t doubt that that man had his fingers in every pot and scheme possible, but you don’t doubt that most of it was pure human vitriol. And you hoped Kenjaku continued seething…from Tokyo Island Penitentiary.)

It was sweet.

And you weren’t naive enough to believe that the criticism would stop immediately - or in fact ever - but that was alright now. That was fine. 

When you were you.

And you had Nanami beside you—

He intertwines his hand with yours- and Shoko pretends to gag at the sweet, sweet act. The both of you are shaking your heads at her dramatics; which you know she didn’t mean considering the cover page that she’d been staring at at that very moment.

That second headline.

EXCLUSIVE: LOCAL JOURNALIST SAVED BY SUPERGIRL (THE COVERPAGE OF THE YEAR?)

By Nanami Kento.

Underneath those words were a picture snapped from the night you’d save Nanami for the second time. 

You’re crashing through the ceiling of Kenjaku’s bar. You’re carrying Nanami Kento in a princess carry. You. You. You. Powerful and precise. And the way that Nanami was staring at you- oh, he had stars in his eyes brighter than the night sky in the background. His arms were holding onto you like a lifeline, and you were unfettered as you held him close like a star himself.

It was the very picture of heroism.

But to you, it was also…

“Love.” Shoko whispers. “You’re in love.”

And you’re opening your mouth in response - but you’re spared from answering, as you hear something in the distance—a scream. Downtown Shibuya. There was a mugging in occurrence and the perpetrator seemed to have a weapon.

You’re looking at Nanami and Shoko, and both nod as they recognize the hardened glint in your eye.

They’d come up with some believable excuse for your absence, surely. And if they didn’t…

You’re sweeping a glance at the mundane cubicles to make sure no one was watching- then ducking out of the nearest open window as fast as light. On strong summer winds, you’re flying off to save someone—and underneath that grey coat of yours flapped your iconic suit. You tear it open at the chest to reveal the ‘S’ underneath.

-it didn’t matter, anyway.

You were Supergirl.

A/N. Hehehehehe-

Hope you have a lovely week <3

[nydascienceguy]

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

fin.

[tonycries]

ABRACADABRA

Synopsis. No one else made you cúm before? No problem! Of course, he’s there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, JJK men making you cúm after your ex couldn’t, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, matíng presses, cervíx kíssing, dúmbifícation, TALKING YOU THROUGH IT, biiig stretch, creampíes, spítting, chokíng, oraI (f), exhíbitíonism (Gojo), use of jujutsu, doctor!Higuruma, p examinations, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Happy early VaIentine’s day lovelies <33

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - COCK(Y)

“M’almost insulted, doll.” Toji’s letting his muscular back slouch heftily against the padded pillow, pinkish tongue poking out to drag a slow lick across his scar at the way you straddled him. “Let your dear Toji here take gooood care of this pretty pussy now.”

“B-but Toji–” Your hands ghost down his tensing abs, rock-hard and so sculptured underneath your sensory tips that you can’t help but ogle. Whispering, “None of my exes have ever made me c-”

“So what, girl?”

He’s latching a strong hand onto the side of your waist, letting your eager hips slip n’ slide all down that girthy length of his. Scorching hot, lathering your entrance in a slobbering layer of pre at just the thought of being inside you. 

A puffy vein catches on your sappy entrance and you find yourself letting off a moan, spine arching into his bulging pecs. And all you can hear are his rasping chuckles, something dangerous. “Ya seriously think Toji Fushiguro wouldn’t be able to make ya cum?”

And it was a rhetorical question - something to make your bottom lip wobble oh-so-cutely just the way he liked. 

But when you’re steeling your hazy gaze on him and shaking your head? Oh, if Toji was any lesser man then he might’ve just cum right then and there. 

Aching shaft throbbing out a rapid little ba-dump–! right around your gummy ring of muscle. Stretching you out agape, Toji’s of such staggering size that he has to splay out his feet flat on the springy mattress - rutting up in sloppy strikes to your mushy walls just to fit inside. 

He takes a fat few fingers to pry open your leaky maw, thumbing apart your kiss-bitten lips until your tongue lolls out automatically for him to spit-

“See that?” Toji thumbs away the see-through splatter sprayed at the edges of your cockdrunken grin, murmuring. “Show me- show me.”

“Ngh- s-so dirty, Toji.” You whine, jittery body wracking with shivers after every inch he slipped inside of you. After every moment spent basking in his heady gaze, willowy eyes narrowing down when you dart out your tongue to put that webbed mass of saliva all on display. 

“H-heh, yeahhhh, atta girl. Mine inside n’ out now.” Your eyes slide allll the way to the back of your weary lids when he splats your tastebuds with- not one, but two more weighty wads of spittle. Closing your slackened jaw shut with one hand, the other finds itself cushioned underneath his sweat-dampened locks. Biceps flexing sexily, your stomach tightens in need. “Ride yerself stupid on me now, why don’t ya- Make that pussy cum.”

He’s pounding up into you like he hated you - like he hated those stupid memories of faking your orgasms in the years before. Wanted to prove himself with every syrupy peck at goopy pussy. 

Breaths spilling out in clouded puffs, your nose crinkles at the way that you’re stumbling to take such copious inches of him. Every bounce swabbing Toji’s rounded mushroom tip at the deepest sponges of your cervix, “Shit- shit, s-so big–”

“Yeah? Big, huh? Just big?” 

Babbling away, “Really, really big.”

And that only made him harder - bulging out your tautly stretched walls until you were wrapped around him like a clingy second skin. Until you were molding to every bit of his circumference and bumpy veins. Meeting your pap! pap! papping! cadence with mean bucks of his own, Toji wastes no time rolling the plump hill of his thumb across your clit. “See her? That cute, needy clit? Ever had her played with?”

“O-only on my own.” You’re sinking your teeth into your quivering lower lip to stop the overspilling squeals - but it doesn’t work. Not when every lil’ calloused heart being drawn on your bundled nub makes you see stars, “Feels so good Toji—”

“What’d I tell ya, silly girl?” Oh, he’s so smug. Stray hand grazing down your spine in a little massage that makes your hips stutter down even harder. Faster. With a quirked brow, Toji feels himself grin at the wet little slurps slurring from between your bloated lips. Your other ones. “Damn, real hngh- chatty she is- hold on, you’re gonna loooove this, doll.”

Your head bobbles stupidly, mewling. “Love wh-wha- oh.”

In the split-second it takes the honeyed syllables to fall from your mouth - Toji’s fucking them out just as fast. With a jagged, drilling thud! of his fattened cockhead against your g-spot. 

For the first time ever.

“Tha’s your g-spot.” Rovering up the globed pad of his index all up your tummy, you flinch when he presses hard down where his length was striking the very bottom of your pussy. “My favorite.”

“H-hit it again-” 

“Tch, greedy.”

Your throat is rendered so very parched with every soppy French kiss he planting on your magical spots. Once. Twice. Thrice. You were addicted. So many times that you can’t help but lose count and drool- “Fuuuuck. Oh my god, th-there. There- I’m so close.”

“Shush, girl.” A bulky hand plasters over your noisy mouth, seeping Toji’s steaming hot skin with glossy lathers of your spilling saliva. He nods downwards, where you were screaming out squelches. “Give ‘er some respect, she’s bein’ fucked properly for the fist time n’ wants to speak.”

You were being fucked properly for the fist time.

And it seemed like Toji had no thoughts of stopping - no thoughts of even slowing down from the way he was spearheading every tender orifice homed inside of you. Making you dizzier and dizzier and dizzier with each passing second-

“Toj- mmpf- Toji-” you’re sobbing, like a little mantra. Like the only thing in your mind right now - and he knew it, smugly. 

Pulling the curved edges of his fingers away with a slick few strings of juices connecting them, it’s the last thing you register before the solid spank. “Cum.”

You were so pretty when you hit your high. He thinks he might be in….love.

All throaty moans of Tooooji, and your lashes glazing with thick layers upon layers of tears. Hitting headfirst into the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, it’s all you can do to throw your head back and clench around Toji’s thick, throbbing length tightly. 

Dirtily. Until he was hissing and fighting to drag you n’ your gripping cunt with one big, beefy arm to fuck you through your high.

“Tha’s why you couldn’t ngh- c-cum, doll.” He spits into your open mouth, letting you claw and bite and ruin the steamy plane of his sweat-simmered flesh. “Wasn’t fucked properly- wasn’t- s’alright. Toji’s here, Toji’s makin’ you cum. Gonna take gooood f-fucking ah- care of you.”

And your vision tinges with black, treacly slit grinding back against the delicious curve of his plumpened balls. Head static, entire body still wracking with shivers when you feel it-

He’s teasing an innocent kiss near the curled corner of your mouth. Feverish. “Now…have ya ever heard of squirting, doll?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Ladies first.

“Never?”

“Never.” 

Fuck- a gorgeous girl like you and none of those boys have ever even made your pretty pussy cum? 

Your coworker finds himself gulping, thickened digits trekking up to his yellow tie and loosening. He feels so…feverish at the thought.

Thank god it was just the two of you working overtime tonight.

And even clearing his throat doesn’t make that ragged edge of his words bate, doesn’t make him sound any less feral. Eyes molten and hot on yours, you catch the way the tips of Nanami’s ears scorch bright red. “I-if you would like, darling…I could show you how a real man fucks.”

That’s how you found yourself like this - pinned face-down on your corporate cubicle desk, maw leaking saturated waves of drool onto documents you were sure were important. Struggling to squirm against the shackles of his tie with every pressurized pound-

Ptwah! A messy wad of something slick and slippery strikes your overstuffed pussy, spittle smeared across your bulging folds with a sultry swipe of Nanami’s fat thumb. 

“Kento–”

“Almost hah- almost there, my love.” He’s gruffing out in a roughly condensed pant from behind you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck and making your skin simmer with goosebumps. The doughy curve of his length twitches, “Just a little longer.”

“L-longer?” You’re babbling away stupidly through flooding strings of saliva, head able to lift only a few centimeters off of the cool plane of your office desk. “Are you gonna c-cum too, Kento?”

“Ladies first.”

And, shit- Nanami Kento might be known around the office as the perfect gentleman - but when he fucked, he fucked you so filthy. Like no one else ever had before.

You swear you could feel your goopy walls contracting and molding to every hot, weighty square inch of him.

Curling a few dexterous fingers underneath where your wrists were pinned haplessly behind your back, all it takes is the tiniest of jerks for Nanami to lift you cleanly off the desk. With one hand, weightless. 

Pressing a sweet, sweet kiss against your sweaty temple, he was hunched over you so close now with the changed angle. And you could count every flex of Nanami’s thick thighs pushing you from behind, every scratch of his tawny happy trail against the jiggling curve of your ass.

Humming, “Mhm— this cute cunt’s tellin’ me that she’s gonna cum right about…” One soft peck at the corner of your mouth, and then another one from his globular tip against your g-spot. Hard. “-now.”

And when has Nanami ever been wrong?

It takes one- two thuds! of his bulky tip crashing into your most tender spots before your vision closes and you see black. Jaw dropping open to gape n’ close soundlessly, brows furrowing at the heat in your tummy because shit, it feels so good.

Your melty walls clinging onto his shaft so cozily- “Fuck, s’f-fucking tight. Can barely even fuck you through your cute high. How are ya even ngh- taking this big fucking cock, darling?”

“Wait-” you’re trilling away like his favorite song. Every dab of his weepy orifice into your cunt making you sob, “Oh my god- feels so- so good. So fuck! D-does it always feel like this, Ken–?”

“Awww, poor girl missin’ out.” Nanami’s glissading pecs stick to your back like a cushion, rumbling. Hips hitting yours with a thwack! thwack! thwack! that leaves you craving carnally for more. “Gotta teach her proper- teach- teach her properly.”

Before you can even ask what he means - before you can even register Nanami’s moans - he’s latching on a few fingertips onto your plump clit. Rolling over and over in lazy circles-

“Cute lil’ clit- poor thing’s never been given ngh- loving before.” Oh, he’s been holding this back - heart racing at the way you’d cum all over his cock and nothing but his cock. And Nanami sounds desperate now. “Clench ‘round me, my love- clench. Please.”

Heedlessly, you’re listening to his exact words before you even register them.

Dewy walls squeezing around Nanami’s girthy length, massaging every lightning bolt of his veins. His slit. Everything. And he’s losing his fucking mind- 

“Ohhh—” Planting kiss after kiss on your neck, he tugs you with that lecherous tie wrapped around your wrists until you were just plastered all across Nanami’s Herculean front. “Good, huh? Good? Can you say biiig stretch?”

“B-big-”

“Mhm?”

“Biiig s-stretch-” God, he was fucking you until you felt shy.

“Atta girl.”

“Feels so w-weird, Ken–” You’re yelping, pearly gumdrop of tears welling up behind your lids at the way you feel so raw. Your sensitive walls pried apart with Nanami’s flaming red tip, probing inside until it felt like he was jackhammering your very lungs. “M’all- ngh- extra s-sensitive and- ah!”

And you don’t know what you expected Nanami to do - you don’t know how you expected him to react. But it certainly wasn’t for him to snicker. 

Octaves higher, reverent. 

“Awww, my overstimulated girl.” Murked clouds hit your prespired neck, and it’s as if his strokes get impossibly deeper. Faster. Sloppier. So, so messy on your clit that your syrupy ribbons of slick puddle on the ground with a spattering splat! “Don’t worry, m’g-gonna make it allll better- ya here? Gonna make you feel so good.”

You can’t even think at this point. “Good?”

“Mhm–” Within only a few blinks, a tannish veiny forearm takes up your blurry vision. Nudging your slobbering lips, “Now bite.”

Your teeth sink into his muscled mounds of flesh before you can stop yourself - and Nanami’s letting his head fall before he can. A grated f-fuck! escaping him once he graces your snug pussy with a thrust so harsh that it leaves your legs dangling in midair. 

You think you’re cumming again for the second time - you think you’re blanking out. But the only thing you can feel right now is the scorching hot dripping of Nanami’s warm cum seeping into each nook n’ cranny inside you.

Overspilling from your puffy lips. Sloshing around with every drilling stab-

“Now that’s called a c-creampie, darlin’.” He’s groaning out - and you know what it is. You can feel it swashing down in buttery rivulets from the insides of your thighs, sticking to your warm innards like a sloppy second skin. And he’s still pounding you utterly stupid- “Say ngh- ‘creampie’ f’me?”

You’re whimpering, wrung so tautly that it felt like you were about to snap. “C-creampie.”

“Good…good girl.” Nanami’s purring, sneaking in a thumb to pattern little drawings all over the ivory splatters of cum topping your clit. Plugging those very same fingers into your mouth- “Now can you ngh- say ‘Ken, please b-breed me’, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Never enough?!

“S-Suguru, I’m gonna-”

“Damn right.” He’s spitting glinting speckles of spit past your slackened lips, narrowed eyes boring down at you deeply through an inky curtain of bangs. The look in them is animalistic. “Again- cum f’me again. Cum goddammit-”

With your head striking the ends of the puffy pillow with a thud! you swear your entire body shivers as if shocked by a thousand volts of electricity. Crashing headfirst into so many white-hot peaks of bliss that it makes your head spin.

Over and over.

And it’s just about all you can manage to force your boneless limbs right now to throw your hands around Geto’s sweat-glistened back and claw your way back to sanity. “M’cumming m’cumming m’cumming.”

“Fuck!” He hisses at the agonizing sting that only makes Geto’s puffy cockhead twitch ‘round your gooey insides. Tight. “Got ya fucking addicted now, huh? Needy lil’ slut.”

It could’ve been your fifth orgasm of the night - hell, it could’ve been the five-hundredth and you wouldn’t have known at this point. 

Because Geto Suguru wasn’t just making up for a single round of missed orgasms - he was well and fully intent on making up for all of them.

And you’ve barely stolen back heady clouds of your breath, barely even blinked the woozy vision back into your eyes before Geto gives your fluttering cunt a sharp spank. Snickering mercilessly at the way you’re flinching your spine into a deep curvature. 

Cute. 

Padded kneecaps smearing your helpless thighs ever-wider in a mating press so filthy it couldn’t even be called one right now. You can only watch as Geto’s toned hips slow down until he was barely even grinding. Lazy, sensual drags of his swollen shaft up n’ down your tender walls. 

He smears the doughy fringes of his fingertips all over where you were simply bulging to desperately accommodate his size, “Not gonna s-say ‘thank you’ for your fifth orgasm, gorgeous?”

“Wh-wha- thank- ngh!” Your veins boil with embarrassment at how you can only gurgle and gasp right about now, a thick stream of drool flooding from the edges of your mouth. “Sugu—”

“Oh?” Before you know it, there’s a searing grasp on your scalp - Geto. His perfectly manicured fingers clawing onto the sweat-dampened crown of your head and dragging you mercilessly off of the drenched mattress. All the way until your tears cooled with his murked puffs, “What was that?”

Teeth drawn, canines glinting. He was snarling. 

You’re squirming impatiently, jostling his split-ended tip in wet swivels around your greedy cunt. Still throbbing. Still unmoving. “Said- ngh-”

Bent alllll the way back - he’s angling his ears to face your fucked-out face with a grin, tightening that shackle-like hold on you until you were keening. Enjoying this way too much. “What? What was that? How bad do you hah- want it because m’not moving an inch.”

You didn’t even know if you could cum at this point - whether you could physically even handle it. Stringing endless beads of tears from your eyes, skin breaking out with heaps upon heaps of shivers.

Sensitive. 

“Can’t- can’t even-” And the only time you’re seeing his rude façade splinter is once your trembly fingers trek upwards to clasp around Geto’s own slender throat. Tight. His breath hitches, bumpy Adam’s apple bobbing underneath your touch-

Fuck.

Fuck.

And he can’t fucking stop himself from giving in to slash your slick-buttered cervix with a sudden thrust. Arching off of the soaked-through bed with a slightly singing creak! the clammy skin of Geto’s pelvis sticks to your own like glue. Smearing and oh-so-sloppy.

All that it takes for the words to be fucked out of you cockdrunkenly, still twitching with the remnants of your previous orgasm. “Th-thank- Thank you, Suguru–”

Oh, what a sight it was.

With Geto’s eyes glazed over, long Stygian lashes flickering like they were about to screw shut. High cheekbones radiating off scorching waves of his bright blush, and- and he was drooling. 

A thin, silvery line of saliva that spattered from the edges of his oh-so-feral snarl. “Y-yeah?” Oh, his pretty baritone cracks many multiple octaves higher. “Now you can sh-show some fucking ngh- appreciation, can’t you?”

“Sugu-”

“Shut up.” One push. Two. Three. Until it felt like the scratch of Geto’s drenched black happy trail against your pelvis was going to brand permanently on your skin, scratching something deep and primal seated inside of you. He darts out his candied pink tongue, “Suck on m’tongue.”

And when you do it’s like your favorite bubblegum candy, he tasted so sweet - and he was fucking you the exact opposite. Quick, rugged thrusts that rendered you speechless-

“S-stupid girl- isn’t that right gorgeous?” Muffled and mean. It takes you a few tizzy seconds to realize that Geto wasn’t even talking to you at this point - clouded amethyst eyes locked on your saturated pussy. The way she was swallowing his reddened length endlessly, “Doesn’t even know what she m-missed out on ngh-”

Each pressurized force of his pounds left your heart racing, swabbing to leave geysers of pre in softened spots that you didn’t even realize you had - hell, you might just be falling in love. 

Fingers dipping away from the prespired column of his flushed neck, just a mere slippery inch before you’re startled by his parched voice. Shaky. Begging. “No- nooo you d-don’t-” Geto’s clasp on your wrist is bruising - permanent. Wrapping your fingers back where they were beginning to form red banded marks ‘round his throat. Tightly. “Ch-choke me- choke me while I make you cum a sixth time, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Sweet Expresso

“Oh, baby…” Choso’s drawing out in a sweet, simpering sigh - entire mouth just watering at the sloppy bucketloads of slick pouring from between your sappy folds. It was like he had his favorite meal all laid out in front of him. “Baby baby baby—”

Your legs splayed apart on the soft mattress, twitching ever-so-slightly with every hot cloud of breath that your awestruck best friend was panting out. 

In love with you. In love with your drooling cunt.

Back arching off of the sticky sheets, you’re lifting your hand to run over Choso’s long mahogany locks. Lower lip jutting out in a way that makes him almost whine- 

“T-told you, Cho- no ex of mine has ever made me cum before by eating me out- ah!”

And Choso Kamo wasn’t one to interrupt his lovely lady. He wasn’t one to cut off the pretty noises you were making before they’d finished ringing in his ears - but now?

Oh, now he’s promptly bludgeoning his clammy head between your heated thighs. Stealing a hypnotized little kiss right on the edge of your puffy clit. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“F-fuck.” He’s gurgling in a hoarse little tone all the way from the back of his throat, a thin line of drool spraying from the upturned corners of Choso’s plump lips because he just couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m gonna m-make you cum, baby- me.”

You’re almost breathless at the way he sounded so desperate that it was pained; dark chestnut brows scrunching together as if in prayer. “R-really?”

It didn’t matter to him what your tch- exes have failed to do before, he neve thought they were good enough for you anyway.

Choso saw a pretty pussy he wanted to kiss over n’ over again and he couldn’t stop. 

Pointed peak of his button nose pressing right into the perk of your clit, the scratchy pads of his tastebuds everywhere. Every vibration of Choso’s tremoring your snug outer ring, whimpering. “Yeah. Yeah, want you to cum- need- need you to cum.”

“Seems like you want me to cum more than ngh- I do, Cho–” You’re giggling out, eyes hazy with the curling swashes of his mouth pressing repeated French kisses on your puffed-up pussylips. 

“Ngh-” God, he sounded so pretty - whining the very moment you comb your trembly digits through Choso’s velvety strands. Cheeks painted red with a delicate blush, his breath hitches just darting his eyes up to meet your own. Fully heart-eyed. “I do. Need to show m-my best friend what she’s been missing, baby.”

Thumbing apart the gluey fringes of your folds with a squelched pap! You’re feeling his plump tongue swirl out saturated hearts right on the sultry target of your clit - and he’s never looked more like he’s in heaven. 

“Gonna f-fuck her now, m’kay–?” Just the thought of filling your snugly winking cunt up with his tongue is enough to have Choso’s hips rutting down on the mattress mindlessly. Groaning. 

Needy.

He wanted you so badly - he’s been wanting you so badly for years and years and years - that you’ve barely even started your lazy nodding before he snarls back his teeth to swipe swiftly into your leaky hole. Ragged texture of his tongue swiveling into every ridge and crevice-

“S-so warm–” you hiccup, fingers tangling into Choso’s perspiration-matted hair because he was moving ravenously. Animalistically. Your oh-so-gentle best friend- you couldn’t even control him at this point.

And he couldn’t control himself.

Pinning you down with his powerful upper body, the curve of his sculpted deltoids dig into your rutting mounds of flesh once Choso grinds his chin underneath your treacly slit and roughly shoves your thighs apart. Further n’ further until it burned. 

Groaning into the weepy mound of your cunt, his tongue slashes in an urgent in and out that makes your hips jerk- shit, you can’t help but think mindlessly that you wanted this…forever. 

“H-hold on–” Choso darts out one hand to guide both of your own - allll the way until you’re steering the soft spheroids of his dishevelled spacebuns. Tightly. “Hold on t’me, baby. Use me- use me.”

He wanted you to use his hair to guide him. Faster. 

And doing it so fervently. Folding to your every want and whim when you’re angling your hips into a tempo just the way you like it - Choso’s chin clacking into the base of your pussy, his nose rovering all over your sensitive clit. With squelch after squelch, you swear you feel him stall over that fleshy nub to take a loooong sniff of your cunt-

“Shiiiit- d-didn’t know you were s-so good-” You’re practically shrilling out, ogling the bob of his Adam’s apple after every gulp of your sweet, sweet sap. Your slick overfloods his mouth and puddles right up to his cheekbones. “Where did you even learn this?”

And for perhaps the first time ever in his life, your best friend doesn’t answer you immediately. 

He doesn’t do anything but let the bed sing out splintering creaks! when he increases the speed of his motions - until you’re rendered spellbound. 

You’re tugging more forcefully on one of his knotted spacebuns and he gives you the sweetest full-bodied whine. 

“I i-imagined it.” Comes the shy answer, and a long few inches of two of Choso’s ringed fingers pumping your goopy cavern doubly full. He makes your tummy lurch just by gliding over your pretty g-spot, whispering. “With…you. With you all the time.”

And you don’t know whether it’s that little confession, you don’t know whether it’s the sudden press off of his doughy fingerpads into the sweltering hot bullseye of your g-spot - but something about it makes you cum.

All of a sudden.

“Choso-” Your breath hitches, pushing him ever-deeper between your legs. Spine electrifying with something white-hot, seeing fucking stars. He was right - you were missing out. “Choso.”

And if you were surprised, then Choso was enchanted. 

Hips coming down hard to hump against the puffy sheets on the bed - feral. Through the crack in your woozy eyes, you sneak glimpses at the way his dark eyes twinkle, tips of his ears blazing red.

So pretty. The sight was enough to make your hips twitch with more and more sparks of euphoria - yeah, you were really missing out before this.

Long tongue slithering out to gyrate over and over fucking you through your high, your skin beads with blissed-out sweat with every peak he’s trawling out. Brows furrowed, Choso just couldn’t decide between licking his lips for the voluminous ounces of slick clinging onto his skin or fucking his wet muscle back into your wet mess again and again and-

“Fuh-fuck—” You’re hearing from above you, still so numb from your orgasm that it takes you a long few seconds to even realize that Choso had pulled away from his favorite spot making out with your pussy. And was now hovering over you with his red, furious cock clasped in one fist-

Your mouth lacquers with a fresh wave of greedy spit, dryly. “Cho?”

“Fuck fuck fuck m’sorry m’cumming–” He’s spitting hotly, fingers flying furious down the tender edges of his girth. Hunching over until his washboard abs were rippling almost painfully, every inch of skin burned an aroused red. “I can’t stop- I can’t stop, baby—!”

“Give it t’me.” You’re managing out, giggling at the strained whine it makes Choso spill out into the air. “Give it all to me, baby.”

His hulking body jolts like he’s been shocked with a million bolts of lightning at the mere sound of your voice. Gasping, “Don’t- don’t call me that or m’gonna-” 

But it’s too late. 

He’s not even given the mercy of finishing his sentence before Choso’s frosting your open entrance with such thick globs of cum. Ribbon after ribbon that sprays over your drooling slit in such a viciously syrupy sheen. 

“Look- look what you’ve done.” He babbles away, slurring over the very curve of his mushroomed tip down your pussy - and it makes such a mess that Choso just can’t help but imagine how much messier it would be if he plugged you full of his seed from your deepest innards. Coral pink mouth slacking into an oh! at the puddles oozing below you. “Fuck- cumming jus’ from eatin’ ya out- ngh- o-only you, my baby.”

Sloppy.

But what was even sloppier was the way that it takes only two seconds for Choso to sift down till he was back lips-to-lips with your ballooned pussymound. Smiling. Giggling to himself. 

You can only watch in awe when he takes a looong lick up your overstimulated slit, purposefully showing off the creamy layers upon layers all over his tongue. So much of it that you can barely see any usual bubblegum pink-

“C-can we kiss, baby–?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Big, big O

“Hm? Have I got ya babbling like a cockdrunk lil’ slut already or what, ma?” Sukuna’s entrapping your cheeks between two fat fingers in an embarrassing little pout. The curled edges of his nails poking your heated skin, and he looks into your heart-eyes deeply. “Because I swear I heard ya say no one else has ever made ya cum.”

“I-it’s true–” you’re stuttering out, barely louder than the sappy squelches ringing from below. Your hips were rutting almost mindlessly into his and he found that so cute. 

Well, if he wasn’t fucking irritated right now, that is.

Not at you - no, never at you even though he’ll never ever admit that. More so at those pesky lil’ losers before him that didn’t know how to work your pretty pussy properly.

So instead the king of curses slouches back on his decadent throne room, and if someone was to walk into his court - let them. 

He’s leaving a stinging little swat! right at where your pussylips were spewing out the most ribbons of sloppy slick. Tugging your plump folds apart to give a thorough few slides of his dually aching cocks, “Stupid girl. I’ll be fucking damned if I never make my human cum.”

“Wh-wha-” Your eyes are snapping open with a gasp, immediately darting down to where Sukuna’s lengths stood hot and throbbing. He was certainly staggeringly bigger than anyone else you’ve had before…both of him. 

“Nuh uh- are you second-guessing your king, girl-” Pointed, you’re rewarded with numerous spanks upon spanks that leave your perked clit stinging. His globular tip cleaning off the geysers of slick leaking out of you, “Now spread those legs n’ take it.”

Hands clawing precariously onto the mountain of his broad shoulders when Sukuna’s meaty thighs start bouncing to inch you down-

Fuck, you can’t help but lean all back and- god, it felt like you were being split apart. Two plummy crownheads mazing past your snug entrance, Sukuna was bullying up into every single sensitive orifice inside you without even trying. 

“Gonna do more than make you c-cum, brat- just you fuckin’ wait. ” He’s spitting out into your drunkenly open maw, face twisted into a feral growl. “Just watch, ohhh just you watch.”

So hot inside of you, every wiry string of precum leftover in your gummy walls after each papping ride was scorching - and the only thing hotter was that fat, glutinous brush of something wet. Squelching. 

Sukuna’s cushy pecs rumble instantaneously with a thunderous groan, “Mmm tastes as sweet as sh-she looks.”

“Wh-what is–” And you don’t know where to look - Sukuna’s handsome face, where he looked so very fucked, or down where his second monstrous mouth was making out with your overstuffed pussy. 

He’s inching back even further on his throne to let the large glistening tongue - almost the size of your face - loll out. Drawing deft little circles on your teary slit, honing down right on the button of your clit. Tasting you. Savoring you. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?” Rolling his crimson eyes, “That all you can say? Maybe I really have fucked ya stupid.”

“N-no, I–” But you were - ah, you were. 

All it takes is for Sukuna to lurch off of the sticky cushion of the throne with a creaking schwaf! Sultry hipbones smacking into the backs of your thighs, up n’ down. He’s hitting the very back of your dewy cervix with a resounding thud! drawing long, long lines with the sprinkling ends of his cocks. 

God- pounding into places you never even knew existed before. Rubbing his puffed-up veins against the grazing area of your tender g-spot. Sukuna was having the time of his life making you break-

“H-heh, yeah right— S’that why you’re all drooling f’me, ma?” A plump palm comes down on your spit-flooded mouth to lather itself in a filthy glaze of saliva, all trickling n’ spilling down the sides of Sukuna’s wrist. “As if the king wouldn’t be able to make this pretty pussy cum- a-as if m’like those useless bastards.”

Speaking more to himself than you at this point. He’s muttering underneath his breath, light coral bows pinching together and concentrating. 

Concentrating on striking your bulging magical spots with each second of his ruthless staccato - he wasn’t letting up just because it was your first time about to orgasm from someone else. He wasn’t going to go easy on you- no, you only find yourself growing ever-spellbound with each slip n’ slide of his matchingly rock-hard shafts.

Plap! The curved edge of his tongue swirls around your clit, and you all but sob. “F-faster, Kuna—”

Kuna, huh? He’s finding his brows quirking up - and if there was a faint pinkish blush breezing across his cheeks, well, then he was just glad the increasing pace of his hips is enough to drive you crazy ‘nough not to notice. Growling, “Greedy greedy.”

With two hands latched onto your hips, and another on the crown of your head to push you rudely into each one of his incoming thrusts, you’re being fucked like he had a point to prove. 

“H-harder—” Your arms wrap in a wobbly semi-circle looped around his thick neck - and if there was anything that could get you even wetter right now, then it was a firsthand eyeful of your size difference. 

“As you wish, ma’am–” Gazing down at his slobbery second tongue below, “Jus’ that way- make her scream.”

Scream you did. 

Because Sukuna was monstrous, in both size and the rugged circular brandings he was leaving on your cervix. And the drag of his scratchy tastebuds down your pulsing clit- Oh, you could feel your thighs starting to shake already.

“S’gonna be a big one–” He’s tittering from above, something dangerous glinting in both sets of his cursed eyes. Peering in even closer - until you could count each heady pant of his - something catches Sukuna’s eyes and his breath hitches. “Oho? A reeeeal big one.”

And when he meant big - he meant big. 

Because in only a few merciless hits, you’re not just cumming - you’re squirting. In thick, generous heavals of sloshing slick that drip down the sides of his sculptured front. It glazes all the way down to puddle at his throne, it makes such a slobbering mess that you can’t rip your ogling eyes away from it. 

Gasping for air, head lolling from side to side at the sheer intensity. The buzzing electricity that sprints down your spine goes on for ages. 

“What’d I tell ya? Love when you’re filthy, ma.” Sukuna gives your quivering cunt another spank of good job with the flattened base of his velveteen tongue. 

Shit, how his second mouth was enjoying every peak of your orgasm.

Lapping out graciously to catch every fountaining squirt, the entirety of his pinkish muscle coats with a lather of pure gloss. He was drinking you in like he was addicted.

He is.

And you thought that might be it, you didn’t think with all your cottony mind that he would continue edging his tongue to slip right past your mushy hole. Smearing your entrance widely agape until your vision was flashing blissful white, “Do that f’me on my hah- tongue again, ma, n’ I’ll breed ya until you can’t remember your name.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “She jus’ came.”

And that’s what makes you finally pry your gluey eyelids apart, batting tearily up at the filthy, filthy image of Gojo still plastered to your phone. 

Pert, bubblegum tongue peeking out when he plugs his puffy pink head between your bawling folds and lets out a drawling sigh— “Fuck- y-you get me so hard, sweetheart.”

It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the yelling from your ex on the other end of the phone already. Forgotten everything but how warm n’ soft you were - you always did have that effect on him. 

And it’s with leisurely, drunken motions that the strongest takes a looong few seconds to swab the doughy edges of his pale thumb over your slit. Up n’ down. Making you throb in a rapid ba-dump–! as soon as he smears the scorching hot ounces of sappy slick escaping from you. 

Before darting them into his parched mouth with an exaggerated slurp! 

There’s another tinny crackle from the call that makes Gojo’s pretty features twist in dark delight-

“T-Toru…” You’re squirming your hips impatiently, giving his pre-glossed, oozing tip treacly peck after peck. You might’ve just cum, but with Gojo your body always wanted more. “‘Nough teasing.”

“Ohhh? What’s that? This c-cute cunt wants me that bad, huh?” He’s snickering out into the speaker, a cute lil’ dimple embedding itself onto the edge of his smirk. “Bet you never had her begging for you like that, huh? Not when you’ve never even made her cum.”

Shit, as if to prove his point, he’s leaving a few generous heaps of sappy precum on your bloated folds. 

Streaming out layer after layer that makes Gojo slide in even deeper. That makes him swipe down a few fingers across where you were most puckered and forcing out a saturated squelch. “Heh, that’s the sound of ‘er agreeing with me.”

Gasping, you’re swatting at the bulging curve of Gojo’s bicep - something that only makes his mushroomed tip even more achingly hard. 

“Ah ah- hold on, buddy.” Before you know it, you’re feeling the sultry pap! pap! pap! of Gojo’s rounded thumb circling your overwhelmed clit. Sensitive. Buzzing with a few stray dredges of cursed energy, “M’about to do something your loser ass had never even hah- heard of.”

You were so pretty like this - his gorgeous girl. And you only ever deserved the best. So what if he made a show for that bastard ex of yours that just wouldn’t stop blasting your phone with calls?

He was going to make you his star.

“Prettyyyy fuckin’ pussy.” Gojo’s whispering - low, hoarse. Almost to himself when he slips apart your adhesive-like lips to steal a solid eyeful of your perked hood. “You’re missing out real bad, y’know?” 

He really, really can’t help the few vibrating sparks bleeding through his thickened digits. Pressing down hard on that buttony tip of your clit, twisting n’ turning in all the right lazy circles, over and over. Just a single ounce of Gojo’s touch is enough to make your tummy lurch heedlessly, to make your thighs shake when he rovers ravenously to your nub-

And pinches. 

“Sh-shit.” You’re gurgling out, head bent stupidly backwards into the velvety pillowcase. Hands clawing red all over the supple mountains of his deltoids. And you swear you can count each and every flex- “Toru- Toru, I’m–”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Gojo’s narrating it all. 

Cerulean eyes glazed over with something…feral, coral pink lips loosening into a stark oh! Ones that Gojo himself has to lick over before he can even begin to rasp, “O-oh? Look at thaaat-”

Your maw slackens with free rivers of saliva that Gojo leans in and licks clean off. Giggling - giggling - once your gooey walls clench around the rock-hard crown of his cock, snug with that fat circumference. “Made her c-cum with jus’ my ngh- tip in her. She had to ngh- fake that all the time with you, didn’t she?”

He was in awe.

You wonder whether he’s even breathing at this point. Thinking.

But it was like Gojo had lost all control of his body - moving yards and yards in front of his melty mind. Because as soon as you can manage to jerk your head off of the perspiration-drenched pillow, he’s moving. Washboard abs tensing deliciously. Rutting. 

All hot, plump inches of Gojo’s shaft rub your every tender orifice through and through. He’s pushing and pushing past your weepy pussylips like he never ever wanted to stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Fuck yeah–” You’re startling at the sudden syllables wrenching out of Gojo’s bobbing Adam’s apple, a slow line of sweat starting to trickle down his throat. But he simply flashes you one more sleazy grin, and two more pinches. “Show me wh-where I am, sweetheart- can you do that for Toru?”

“Y-yeah.” You’re whining, and somewhere in the distance sounds a gasp. The unsteady ends of your fingers curve all the way to about halfway up your tummy, pressuring a nudge at the cylindrical globe of Gojo’s crownhead mazing through you. Only halfway still. “Here, all the way u-up in my ngh- womb.

“Good girl–” He’s holding your mushy folds tighter together in a squeeze, so that his veiny cock was smearing even cozier - even louder. Squelch after squelch. Voice hardening, “Hear that? Fuck- fucking lucky you didn’t video call.” Slurring with every rugged thrust, it’s so hot inside you that he feels like he’s melting. Head lolling ever-so-slightly, “M’about to hit her cute g-spot now, but you wouldn’t know h-heh anything about that, right?”

If there was a response then you didn’t hear it. You can’t, because your ears are popping the very next second. Blurry vision tinging with black no matter how much you fluttered your heavy lids-

You think you’re cumming again. Once more. Twice more - so many years and years of missed orgasms crashing into you all at once until all you can do is latch onto Gojo’s muscled back and whine. 

And he loved every second. Meaty thighs massaging against yours, your boyfriend pounds you through every peak. Harshly. 

Tears bursting from the edges of your hazy eyes, head oh-so-cottony with the sheer burning stretch - it takes you a few seconds to realize. 

To realize that he’d finally, finally bottomed out with a stinging plap! of skin-on-skin, brushing a fat glide down that magical spot. And Gojo finds himself shivering, he finds himself hunching over.

SLAM!

Your veins boil greedily at the way you get even wetter once he reaches up to strikes a powerful hand down on his mahogany headboard and splits it in half. Easily. Tensing abs rubbing down your front, “That sound? The s-sound of me about to make her my wife n’ fuck her full of my ngh- kids, asshat.”

Then suddenly your ears resound with that familiar ending tone. And it was just you two.

Eyes darting syrupily upwards, “G-glad he’s never going to c-” 

Oh. 

You were fucked. 

Because Gojo’s eyes were blown wide - crazed. Smiling, and you think he’s never looked more like he was about to rack up a kill list higher than could be counted. 

Stray bolts of lightning curl at the ends of his snowy lashes, flickering when Gojo leans down to give the tummy bulge he was fucking into you a slow kiss. 

Lips grazing over his outlined puff, your heated skin gets hit with the splat! of something…wet. And it’s only then that you realize that you just made Gojo Satoru so pussydrunken that he was drooling. 

“Jus’ you n’ me now, girl.” His chuckles make your most sensitive spots vibrate, and Gojo bucks into you mindlessly. Half-way through, like he couldn’t even bear the thought of pulling out. Could never. “Jus’ say the word n’ you can use the hah- s-strongest like a fuh-fucktoy.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - EMERGENCY, DR.~

“Hm, labia majora and minora are supple and soft.”

“Dr. Higu-” You barely even have the time to catch your breath before you can catch the tail end of your sentence. Voice breaking off into a lecherous whimper the moment the stern man hovering above you swipes a thick thumb over your throbbing clit. 

Humming at the glossy rivulet of slick that seeps from between your puffed-up lips, it slathers a thick coating down his digits. “Good lubrication, clitoris is reactive, too. Spread yourself nice and open f’me?”

Before you even have the time to blink, Higuruma’s leaning back mere inches to take a looong, solid look at your splayed-out legs. You’re arching off of the cool examination table like such a slut-

“And above all–” He’s drawling away, and you swear you catch his lips quirk up into a sultry smirk. Dark brows arching, his strawberry pink tongue nips out at the heavenly sight of you. “-she’s pretty.”

This inspection was both such torture and heaven for you. 

You’re whining, fists balling up mindlessly in his cottony medical coat - you can’t think. You can’t even say anything other than a few clouded pants of, “I- I need it- I just want to cum, but no one else has ever…”

“Ohhh, s’that so, sugar?” Your bottom lip wobbles like heedless jelly as soon as he caresses the side of your cheek. So close now that your tits heave against his rock-hard pecs, he’s boring into your yes so deeply. Pretty. “Then let Dr. Hiromi here help you.”

It took only mere minutes for Higuruma to have your face bullied down into the chilling plane of the table, a puddle of drool already ever-growing when he swabs his tip sensually down your slit. 

“Easy there, easy there- spread your legs f’me.” Just about all you can do to listen to listen to his every word, your capped knees smear until Higuruma was getting a sinful eyeful of your glistening cunt. Already aching and so, so wet. “Atta girl- so needy…so, so needy.”

You’re flinching - full-bodied and gasping - the second he strikes your slick-flooding entrance with three exact wads of messy spit. Rolling the wadded mess over your bloated clit, “Pubovaginalis is tight- reeeeal tight, heh. Wonder if I’d even fit, angel–?”

Veering your head back to catch sight of his painfully hard cock, your eyes travel down his veiny length - the way it seems never-endless. Massive. 

And suddenly you can’t help but let your mouth water at the way you want him inside you oh-so-badly. 

“Oh?” Higuruma’s deep bass sends shivers running down your spine, and you can’t believe how you’re so positively soaked and he hasn’t even put it in yet. “Lubrication increased significantly- s’this turn you on, sugar?”

“Yes- yes.” You can’t even lie- fuck, you can’t even stop yourself from pushing your hips back in repeated ruts that graze Higuruma’s slender, expert fingers against where your core was the hottest. 

Needy.

Cooing down at you, “Awww, s’alright—” The very sounds sends your heart racing, and your thighs shivering once he measures out a looong few inches from the very base of your treacly entrance to about halfway down your tummy. “S’gonna fit- m’gonna make it.”

Your jaw loosens as if you were stunned, “W-were you measuring out just how deep you’d be inside me- ”

“Of course, angel.” Dark tone much too smooth for the way that Higuruma was swashing aside his formal white coat to make room. “The muscularis will feel better ah- raw…” You needed him. To barely crown your drooling hole with the very rotund fringe of his fat tip, pushing. “Count now. Count every inch m’inside you.”

And a sudden dab into a bundle of nerves in your weepy orifice told you that he was serious. “C’mon- with me now. Oooone–‘

Your voice shaking as you whimper, “O-one…two.”

“Good girl.” Comes the response, and of course Higuruma was a good doctor. Of course he was rewarding you with a pinch to the hood of your nub, “Keep counting. Three–”

Drawing little patterns of his name right where you were most sensitive, he was poking his swollen veins saccharinely into every nook and cranny inside of you. Scouring. 

It just makes you melt. 

“Four- six?” The disbelief just kept piling on, and with a low moan into the hard surface of the table you’re bucking. Eager to find out for yourself just how many inches he was hiding away, grinding the plump of your clit over into his palm - all slathered in an oozing layer of slick now. “Sev- eight…eight!”

You swear you hear Higuruma snickering, “Close, but…” Right before he sucks in a sharply condensed breath and ruts- “-it’s nine.”

Bottoming out - finally. Until your spongy cervix recoils back with the sticky French snog of his readily puckered head, until your clit stings with the impact of his buxom balls thwacking!

And when Higuruma strikes, he hits. Dead-on into the bulging target of your g-spot, he’s laying on long n’ girthy inches that take up every square centimeter of space inside your snug pussy. Stretching out your glutinous walls to his exact shape until you almost feel like sobbing- “Hiromi–”

“Rhythmic muscularis contraction, body heart, heart rate increase- There we go, thereeee we f-fuckin’ go-” 

Did you just make Higuruma Hiromi stutter? You don’t know what you’re reeling from more - that, or the fact that you didn’t know who was cumming first. You feel him shiver above you, “You’re cumming, angel– congratulations.”

Were you? Fuck- you were, riding your hips back into his swollen inches to drag out the burning stars bursting behind your heavy lids. 

And Higuruma was just collapsing right down with you, his muscular body pinning you helplessly. Washboards abs practically melding into you and making your orgasm only increase with intensity.

Your mouth wrenches open with breathless whimpers upon whimpers and drivel, ones that Higuruma plugs up easily with just a few fingers over your maw. Tutting, “Hydration is important, sugar- though, you’re already like fuckin’ waterpark d-down hah- there.”

Not just with your own sugary juices - but Higuruma had cum, too. 

Sloshing around a warm river of cum that knocks on your womb, it was so thick frosting your hole and way down into your thighs below. Streaming out until you felt like you were bawling from below, feeling the weight of his seed stick to your walls all filthily.

But Higuruma doesn’t mind the mess - he fucking loves it. Loves how it paints glistening rings on his bulky base, loves the way your cunt twitches once he scoops the escaping ribbons back in with two fingers. “Now for a full body check-up, sugar.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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ᓚᘏᗢ Trial and error

ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: Fem reader, alchemist reader, yandere lohen, some plot i guess, aphrodisiac, biting kink, cunnilingus, piv sex, descriptions of blood and injuries. Not proofread. MDNI; blank and ageless blogs DNI. ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: Despite not being part of the fifth company, Lohen has barged into your life enough for you to grow accustomed to his pecularities. If only he hadn't dragged you too much into them. ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 6.3k ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: its been a whileee since i last wrote anything genshin related omg lohen really made me write a 6k+ words oneshot dang. the last time i wrote something this long was for flins months ago o_o im going to reward myself with a piece of cake for completing this lmao | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . GENSHIN MASTERLIST

You were unfazed when Lohen approached you for a favor.

All he needed to do was charge into your tent, and you’d know what his petition would be.

Pain amplifier potion.

Working as an alchemist for the Knights of Favonius, intricate requests like this one weren’t unheard of. Healing potions, stamina enhancers, and soothing brews to rid those pins and needles after a mission; and even though Lohen’s preferred potion wasn’t as common as the aforementioned, it was still within the expected.

What did throw you off this time was when he suggested you test it on him.

Like innumerable occasions before, Lohen sat on the wooden table waiting for your cautious care. Coat, waistcoat, and dress shirt tossed to the side—a much-needed arrangement to tend to the raw gash across his right arm.

Even though you weren’t a nurse, for some reason, he preferred your aide. Despite the capable medical team supporting the Knights. Used to his rather quirky tendencies, you didn’t bother looking for a rational explanation, given that his eccentric personality preceded him.

“You mean you’ve never exploited its full capabilities?” Lohen leaned closer with an incredulous smile and raised eyebrows. “That’s like a chef never tasting their own creations! How can you be so sure the potion’s inducing the right amount of pain if you haven’t verified it?”

“I just follow the tested and true instructions to concoct. Except for research purposes within the alchemist’s division, we don’t stray from standard mixes. These potions are being given to ordinary people—not test subjects—after all.”

“Not even if I offer myself?”

You exhale and drop your arms by your sides, shooting a pointed look at him.

The petition hung in the air, and you went back to swabbing the flesh with gauze before he had the audacity to repeat it. The antiseptic solution flared a sharp burn across the lacerated tissue upon contact, and where other people would’ve complained about the pain, an odd-sounding gasp came from Lohen.

“You know, I just want to make sure that I’m receiving what I’m requesting.”

By the time he insisted, the wound had been cleaned and ready to stitch up. The sole reason why you accepted his requests to nurse his injuries was because you had a great relationship with the medical team and you weren’t clueless about how to stitch up a wound like this one. In fact, even the knights ought to pass through the basics in case they could help a fellow companion amidst the battlefield. On top of that, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t at least a little intrigued by him…

As you pulled a needle out to stitch his wound, you avoided meeting his expectant eyes.

“…I ran out of ingredients for the amplifier, though.” you hovered the needle over the candle’s flame to sterilize it.

“I still have some leftover from the one you gave me,” At your hesitation, Lohen continued. “Well, you don’t need to if you don’t want to. I can test it on myself on my own.”

Goosebumps tingled on your skin at the mere implication. No stranger to Lohen’s lack of self-preservation, you could envision him underestimating the level of damage he could inflict upon himself. On top of that, no amount of dissuading would rid that idea off him, much to your chagrin.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“There’s a hidden pocket inside the waistcoat. Right side.”

You feel across the fabric, and when your fingers bump into the undeniable shape of the vial you gave him a few days ago, you pull it out. The deep violet liquid sloshed within its glass confinement, reflecting the candle’s flame into your sight.

Lohen reached out for it, but before you stretched your arm to offer it, you retracted.

“Why don’t I concoct one less potent?” you held it close to your chest. “This one could be very well out of your pain thresholds.”

“I doubt it’s worse than any wound I’ve suffered from an ambush.” Before you could hesitate again, he snatched it from you. “Also, a less potent one? Where’s the fun in that?”

With a thumb, he sent the cork flying to a forgotten destination.

Devoid of a second thought, Lohen tipped his head backwards, emptying its content onto his tongue until the last drop rolled down the vial’s flange.

“What’s with that look? It’s almost as if the one about to get stitched were you instead,” his lips pulled into a grin and tilted his head to a side. “Could it be that you’re worried about me?”

“Stop moving, will you?”

You held onto the sterilized needle, the pointy end inches away from the throbbing skin. Even though this was not your first time treating someone’s injury, the fact that he was under the amplifier’s influence made you reconsider, but you didn’t have much choice. The effects wouldn’t end until the next day, and by that moment, it’d be too late to stitch him up.

With the most precise control you could, you punctured through Lohen’s reddened skin, and he took a sharp intake of air. He squeezed his eyes shut, nose crinkling at the outburst of sensations, and you faltered.

“It could be stronger,” Lohen groaned.

“I’m so done with you. Don’t you ever ask me to do this again or I’ll kick you out of my tent.”

“I’m just messing with you. I didn’t actually drink the potion; it was grape juice.”

“Oh—I swear to the sevens, you—”

“Not going to lie, it was nice to see that you do care about me. Hah, what’s with that frown?” Your irritation was inconsequential to him, because that infuriating grin of his didn’t waver, not even for a split second. After a brief silence of you working the stitches (slightly less careful as you fumed), Lohen didn’t backtrack from his previous statement. “But the amplifier could be stronger. Fatui spies have become more stubborn, and it hasn’t been as easy to get information out of them.”

“Why don’t you try something else?”

“And what do you suggest? Keep them hostage until they feel like piping up? I’m hardly enthusiastic about going through the motions of interrogation to begin with,” he played with the vial. “This little solution I’ve got here gets rid of unnecessary stalling. I trust I can keep counting on you?” albeit the tilt at the end of his voice, you knew better.   

“I can provide you with the solution for as long as you need it, but regarding intensifying its effects?”

“If you’re so confident about there being a better way to get them to sing faster, then I may ask your chief alchemist to lend me you on my next interrogation.”

A front-row seat to watch how Lohen terrorizes a lackey? “I was just going to say that I’ll need to gather the plants needed, geez. As I said, I ran out of ingredients.”

With that, your handiwork was done. Even though an actual healthcare practitioner would’ve had better results, yours was decent enough. Lohen spared a glance at the sutures holding the once-torn flesh together, a pulsating soreness remaining in their wake.

“How long will it take you? Varka appointed me an offensive operation, and the target must be brought back alive,” Lohen slipped his left arm through the dress shirt hole, and before you could stop yourself, you helped him get his wounded arm through the corresponding one. An action that didn’t escape Lohen’s attention and an opportunity to tease you that he seized. “Committed to a fault, aren’t you?”

You wouldn’t give him the reaction he waited for, though. You’ve amused him enough already. “I’ll have it ready tomorrow.”

“Perfect.” Lohen slid off the table, throwing his coat onto his shoulder. “Good to see there are still competent people around me. See ya.”

The following morning, you embarked on your little journey to restock your ingredients in wooden crates. Even though you would need to drift from the standard procedure to concoct Lohen’s request, the general set of steps were identical; the sole difference would be the main ingredient and the quantity. The specimen skittered along the plain where the Favonius Keep was stationed, and even though it was about an hour-long walk, it was doable.

All you could think of was the mountain of papers that were waiting for you back in Mondstadt. A bunch of research notes longing to transition from scribbles to an actual research paper with its mandated format. It soured your mood.

As you were about to detach the pine amber’s core from the main blossom, a rustling of leaves interrupted your forage.

Since you were, well, in the middle of nature and sauntering around wildlife’s habitat, you didn’t think twice about the sudden sounds. However, it had been increasing, and this time, a chill traversed through you. Rather than going back to what you were doing, you surveyed the nearby bushes and trees and the rock outcrops too. Your watchful gaze lingered atop the shadows by the rock formations, looking out for any unnatural movement.

Not without first sending stuttered side glances, you went back to plucking the core with a hand, while the other reached into your pocket.

A meager beat later, someone barreled against you, driving you into the dewy grass. Pain blossomed in the back of your head upon impact, flashes of white clouding your eyesight.

The culprit in question pinned you into the moist ground, jittery hands enclosing your neck. While dark spots still obfuscated your vision, the man’s bellows were nothing more than nonsensical sounds amidst your stupor. The hand gripping around the handle of your dagger weakened, as did the one grasping his wrist. The world around you threatened to fade into nothingness, a distant thrumming taking ahold of your head as you fought to stay awake.

At the last moment, both sound and sight rushed back in place.

“You need to help me! Hurry before he finds me!”

Although your arm trembled, your resolve spurred you to grip the dagger again and deliver a decisive slash across his cheek, causing rivulets of blood to trickle down his jaw. With renewed displeasure, his scowl deepened, and he strangled you with renewed ire—only for something to catch his attention in the middle of it, and his face paled.

With a curse, he got off you and fled the opposite way.

With painful, hacking coughs, you sat up, oxygen hurrying into your lungs.

He didn’t make it far before an arrow shot from somewhere and embedded itself into the back of his knee, tearing away at the muscle and sending blood splattering onto the ground. With a hindered leg, the man stumbled to the ground with a thud.

“I didn’t picture you having it in you to lash a blade against someone,” Without stopping his meander, Lohen appeared from behind you, sending you an intrigued glance. “I guess I need to be more wary of you, hm?”

The Fatui agent glimpsed behind his shoulder, crawling away in a futile attempt to escape. The pathetic display earned a scoff from Lohen, who clutched the man’s arm and yanked him into standing up.

“Can you walk?” Lohen paused to look back at you.

“My head hurts, but I can walk on my own, yes.” you gather your bearings and stand up on your feet, brushing the dirt off your backside.

“Great. If you feel like we need to stop, tell me. Don’t go passing out on me. Who knows if a wild beast finds you before I do when I come to retrieve you.”

“Hilarious.”

Even though you didn’t lie about being able to hold yourself, there was still some stagger in your walk. Brushing your fingers at the source of the pain sufficed for a wince to emerge, and you assessed your hand, confirming that the warm liquid clinging to your fingers was indeed blood. Your head must’ve smashed against a rock when that bastard plummeted you to the ground.

“I never imagined there’d be a day where a prey would escape from the vice-captain’s clutches.” You hurried your step to keep up with his, casting him a sidelong look.

“Escape? Oh, no—you’ve got it wrong. I told him to run as far as he could. Right, buddy?” In a mocking imitation of a friendly gesture, Lohen patted the agent on the back hard enough to make him hack a cough. “As I expected, he didn’t get very far, though.”

You wondered why you even bothered asking. In some way, the image of a snow leopard toying with its prey to exhaust it before killing it appeared.

At last, the terrain shifted into a more familiar one: barrels, carts, and red banners with the Knights of Favonius’s emblem, leaving the endless plains of swaying grass behind you.

“You can drop by for a visit tonight. Your vial will be ready.”

“Mhm. One more thing,” Lohen barely gave you enough time to turn around, as a flask was already thrown your way, and you caught it on time by chance. “You can use that.”

It was the healing potion you gave him over a month ago. The cap had not been moved until now that you opened the flask to check its state. Some people would assume that it was because he hadn’t faced any injuries in the past month, but given your little rendezvous the night prior, that wasn’t the case.

You muttered a complaint under your breath, narrowing your eyes to his distancing figure. Every knight received one of these as a precaution, but Lohen shared little interest in using it.

You went back to your tent and started working.

Did you bite more than you could chew? A little bit. By the time you were done with the potion, you were exhausted. Varka had passed by a few hours ago to ask if you would go to the Flagship amongst the rest of the unit, but you turned the invitation down. That was how drained you were.

The stars were already accompanying the moon in the nightfall; in some way, they too kept you company during your studying. Gazing at the night, you jotted down notes and waited for Lohen’s visit.

“You spend an awful amount of time looking at the sky rather than your surroundings.”

You were short of leaping out of your chair when his hands suddenly appeared on your shoulders.

This was a rather unwelcomed way to greet, so you made it clear by scrutinizing him from head to toe.

“I’m an alchemist, not a knight,” you cleared your throat and placed both your notepad and pencil on the table. He was right that you should be more observant, but it was hard not to engross yourself in your studying, and you didn’t want to give him the reaction he wanted. “Studying the stars is part of my duties, after all.”

“No good. What if someone wanted to whisk you away? You’d make it so easy for them,” even though his tone remained lighthearted (as lighthearted as Lohen could be), there was this disquieting sharpness in those reddish pupils.

“What? Is the someone in question you?” you followed along with his joke.

“Do I seem that untrustworthy to you? You wound me.”

“I can imagine." You brushed him off and reached for the wooden rack lined with vials, pulling his out to place it on his awaiting gloved palm. “The amount inflicted should be two times stronger. Any more than that, and I’d have to come clean with Albedo to ask for permission to distribute it to you. Unlikely he’ll approve.”

“Neat. I’ll let you know how the trial run goes.” He slipped it into his back pocket.

You questioned yourself if it was a good idea, but it was too late.

“Lohen…” you furrowed your eyebrows; that encounter back when you were gathering ingredients—you hadn’t stopped thinking about it. “Did you really allow that agent to escape deliberately?”

“Yes. What about it?”

“Next time you do something reckless like that, make sure I’m not within the perimeter, you know? If you hadn’t arrived on time…”

Lohen snorted a laugh. “Pfft, the agent could’ve taken a boat to another nation, and I would’ve still tracked him down. In any possibility imagined, I would’ve arrived on time,” before you could argue, his hand found the back of your head, right where the aftermath of the agent’s attack was. “You took the potion, right?”

“Of course I did. Your vial wouldn’t have been done if I hadn’t,” your frown deepened.

“Is alchemy that hard? It looks like you’re throwing whatever into the beaker to me.” his hand abandoned its position on your head.

“It is hard.”

“I can think of other things that are harder than that,” he snickered. “Is making a pain amplifier hard?”

“It’s not, but since most of the ingredients used are not local to Nod Krai, I had to improvise. On top of that, you can’t use it as soon as it’s done. It needs a while to settle.”

“I see, I see. What about an aphrodisiac?”

“Well—”

“Have you tested one out?” his lips quirk up with a knowing smile. “Or is it another case of you blindly trusting something is going to work out?”

“Mmh…” your cheeks heated up, taking into consideration the turn of the conversation and what he was implying. “It’s more akin to a case of following instructions.”

“Yeah, that much is obvious to me. You do stick to protocols and whatnot,” he tilted your chin up with his finger. “Why are you looking to the side? Are the notes on your desk more interesting?”

“Lohen…” at your call, his grin widened. Could he feel your accelerating pulse through his finger? Why else would he be looking at you this way, with that amused look, hoping you’d take the bait. “Are you…saying that you want to…?”

“I don’t know, miss alchemist, you tell me. If offering myself to test an aphrodisiac wasn’t obvious enough, I don’t know what else will do,” despite the playful edge in his voice, he had taken a step closer and caught a lock of your hair to twirl it absentmindedly.

“You’re not going to play me again, will you?”

“Do I look like the type to constantly deceive people? Matter of fact, I’ll let you pour it yourself.” he pressed a kiss to the lock of hair.

To some extent, you weren’t shocked about how things ended up like this. You had a hunch he, likewise, was as intrigued by you as much as you were by him. The frequent visits to your office before coming here, waltzing into your tent, the little excuses to drop by…there was a particular look in his eyes too whenever you chatted. The funniest part of all was that it didn’t bother you.

You extended your arm to grab the aphrodisiac vial awaiting by the rack, but Lohen beat you to it.

“Should I question why you’ve got an aphrodisiac on stand-by?” Lohen didn’t bother hiding his amusement with that sly curve of his lips. “Do you use it on yourself?”

“Lohen—”

“Hey, nothing wrong with some self-loving,” he uncapped the vial; however, he didn’t place it on his lips, but on yours—grazing the its rim into your bottom lip without tilting it. “What if you took it instead? Would you show me how you play with yourself?”

“…Maybe on another occasion,” you pushed his hand. “You offered yourself as the test subject, after all.”

“Fine by me. Next time, however, you should let me use it on you…” his tone descended; an underlying promise of holding you up to your words. Lying the aphrodisiac into your palm, Lohen curled his hand around yours to guide it towards the enticing pink of his lips. “You know, just to make it even!”

Lohen tipped his head back, welcoming the liquid into his throat. It was warm and syrupy, leaving traces of a spicy sweetness that clung to his tongue. Entranced by the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down, you ignored that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“Mmm, it’s sweet,” Lohen licked his lips.

Without missing a beat, he tugged you forward and clashed his lips against yours, drinking up your gasp. With the way he hadn’t hesitated to find your tongue with his and lick into your mouth, you had to balance yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. Through his adamant display of affection, you tasted traces of the aphrodisiac leftover on his tongue, and even though it was a miniscule amount, it wasn’t long before your body reacted to it.

You were running out of breath, but each time you tried to pull away, Lohen’s grip around your waist and wrist tightened. Instead of granting you a second to collect yourself, Lohen chuckled and deepened the kiss, ensuring his mouth swallowed each gasp and moan of yours.

By the time he let go of your bitten and crimsoned lips, you were lightheaded.

Albeit the uncommon tenderness with which he cradled your face, his gaze pierced through your visage with great excitement. Lohen guided you onto your bedroll, claiming his place between your legs. When he leaned down to devour your mouth, his aching arousal pressed snug into your core, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves. Lohen was as aware as you that you could feel each other through the fabric and shoved his hips into yours.

“You like that, huh,” with a breathless laugh, Lohen seized your hips to force your body into meeting his harder. It was strong enough for you to feel his shape. “You act all demure, but in truth you’ve been wanting this as much as me, haven’t you?”

“Stop teasing me,” you realize he was right when, despite covering your face, you canted your hips upwards too.

“Then don’t make it easy.”

Lohen hooked his thumbs under your pants and underwear to slide them off. You weren’t as flabbergasted when he exposed you to the air when, suddenly, he lifted your hips until your upper back was touching the bed. In this position, with your calves dangling over his shoulders, not only were you exposed in the most intimate of ways, but Lohen had an intimate view of your need. Bared. Nowhere to hide.

“Mmh, as I thought. All nice and wet already,” Lohen drank up the view with his eyes, and at your embarrassment, he pounced on the opportunity to further tease you by blowing on your slick heat. Your body twitched under his attention, and his mirthful laugh sat your cheeks ablaze.

“Is this position necessary?” however strong Lohen was, you couldn’t help worrying. On top of that, this position was way too humiliating.

“Why? Is it mortifying? But if you weren’t enjoying yourself, your pussy wouldn’t be twitching and drooling like this,” with that, Lohen’s tongue dragged flat up your slit, and you keened at the sensation. Lohen hummed at your natural taste, sending tremors across your already delicate flesh. “See?”

Lohen dived back into your cunt, tongue darting into your insides and licking into your slickened walls, not even faltering for a second when it got messy, your juices smeared around the corners of his lips. With him clutching your legs open and keeping your knees away from each other, you couldn’t do anything more than receive his onslaught. You were confined to his hunger, subjected to a position you couldn’t shy away from despite the continuous jumps of your body each time he rolled your clit with his tongue, lapping and wrapping his hot mouth around it to suck.

Not knowing what came over you, you found purchase by reaching towards Lohen’s grayish-teal hair and tugged—maybe you wanted to tell him to wait a moment, that you were about to stumble upon the edge—to which Lohen shuddered into your touch with a riled-up groan. You hadn’t believed it would be possible for someone to eat out with such ferocity, but your small incentive (even if unintentional) reignited the zeal for it.

When that last bit of impulse was missing, however, Lohen disengaged from your core. Lohen gazed at you, and you aren’t sure if how he licked his lips was to rid the string clinging from your cunt to his mouth or if it was at the tears prickling your eyes.

“Why are you like this?” you pushed your pelvis upwards to try and get him to give you your deserved reward. You have been entertaining each of his whims, yet he couldn’t give you this one to you?

“It feels so much better when you hold it off, trust me,” he sent a leer across your shivering frame, the mere memory of your taste increasing the tent concealed under his pants. “But if you really want it…you know, sometimes, you need to force things to go your way. Lock your legs around my shoulders and press me riiiiight into that sweet pussy of yours.”

“I…”

“Or you could just wait until I feel like giving it to you.”

If not for the throbbing coursing fresh through you, you would’ve taken a more level-headed approach. However, with the way Lohen had left your senses thrumming with pain, through your bashfulness, you ended up enclosing your legs tight around his shoulders to encourage him to get back to work.

Rather than easing you back into pleasure, Lohen picked up with the same intensity before he had abandoned. The harder you yanked at his hair, the harder he would draw your nub into his mouth. In turn, though, he would dig his fingernails into your skin. It wasn’t deep enough to cut you, but if he gripped you any firmer, it would. Notwithstanding that, the sinful combination of the tenderness from a denied orgasm, pleasure, and pain sent you spiraling towards your orgasm faster than expected.

Thus, with one last devilish flick of his tongue into your clit, you came undone.

Seconds ticked by, and your tremors diminished with each one that passed. Lohen, on the other hand, wasn’t as merciful and instead of letting go, remained snug in your hole. Gathering the slick with the tip of his tongue, sliding it along the sensitive lips that dripped with your lustful overflow.

“See? That wasn’t difficult,” Lohen sat your lower body onto the bed again, and you heaved a sigh of relief. Your heart tripped over its own beats; the world he had opened to you had left you speechless in a way that was both good and disastrous. “Hahaha! You’re still out of it?” at your silence, Lohen tapped your cheek to force you back to reality.

 “Lohen, what about you? The aphrodisiac’s still in your system and—”

“Relax, we’ll get to that in a minute. My, I hadn’t pictured you to be this needy in bed,” That earned him a swat on his arm from you. A swat that earned you nothing, because he enjoyed it. “Come here. It’s your turn to make me feel good. You’ve got no complaints, right? If you do, I’ll have to put you through it a second time for good measure.”

“That’s not necessary,” you sat up. Had Lohen given you the best orgasm of your life? Lying would be a disservice to the effort he went through, so yes. Did you want to be manhandled into the most mortifying position he could’ve given you oral in, though?

Lohen leaned back and parted his legs, giving you a thorough view of the bulge tenting his white pants. It had grown twice in size since the last time you peeked at it before he got you in that daunting position.

Since he had come here without his cape and waistcoat, it wasn’t long before he discarded his dress shirt. You had been sitting there, watching him undo button per button, baring his lean torso to your attentive stare. Thanks to the training regime knights underwent, there was a considerable amount of muscle on his overall lean frame.

 “Hah, why are you so far? Are you afraid I’m going to bite you?”

“You already did. When we kissed,” you deadpanned, but found yourself inching closer to him. With caution, you placed your hands next to him and leaned in for a kiss. Lohen lunged into your lips, followed by a grunt when you caught his bottom lip between your canines. “Like that.”

He didn’t allow you to retreat, instead capturing your waist while his other hand unfastened his trousers. This was about to become another kiss in which you’d have to bargain for at least one mouthful of air if the way his lips locked on yours was anything to go by. In the meantime, once the fly was unzipped, he pulled his length out of its confinements. He guided your hand to it, making you squeeze and stroke him. He was running hot, scorching thanks to the aphrodisiac. Sturdy. Unyielding. Each time your thumb brushed on the drooling tip, he’d furrow his eyebrows and groan into the kiss. Due to pent-up pleasure, the aphrodisiac had had him leaking into the fabric.

A small gasp forced its way out of you when Lohen found your cunt, thrusting a finger as deep as he could go. From your previous release, your walls and inner thighs were drenched alike, and with the rough handling he delivered to your aching core, more arousal leaked, trickling down his knuckles.

As he found a comfortable position between your legs, you couldn’t help sneaking a peek at his cock. Slender, long, and straight. Lacking a curve, it would be ramming into the innermost reaches of your body without mercy.

Of course, your not-so-sneaky peek wasn’t fast enough to go unnoticed by Lohen. “You seem a little distracted.”

Lohen gripped his cock and nudged it into your folds, smearing the head with your juices. Every time it glided up, it would prod your clit and reignite your need. In a situation in which he’d keep dangling your satisfaction in front of you like a carrot tied to a stick, his patience ran thin and jutted his body forward, his length opening space into your insides.

He pushed and pulled, with measured thrusts. At first. Seeing as he had prepared you and met little resistance when he slid into your cunt, every sense of self-control turned into nothing but an afterthought. Lohen kept his arms taut next to your head, looking down at you with a half-lidded observation, taking in every twist and turn of your expressions. His pelvis impelled into yours with the intent to ravage, sweat clinging to the sides of his face from the speed.

“You look spent, sweetheart. Tsk-tsk-tsk, not good,” his chest heaved with a breathless laugh. “Should I train your endurance?”

You didn’t have the mind to process the actual implications of his words, succumbing to the most basic of instincts. Yet, that didn’t deter him from lifting one of your legs to pass it over his shoulder, positioning it next to the other one. This slight change of position made you tighten around him, increasing the intensity of his unforgiving plunges into your cunt. Moreover, the change in angle made it so he would brush against an overly sensitive spot in your walls, making you arch your back and moan his name.

Thanks the sevens everyone else was away from the camp; there was no way you would’ve been able to hold your voice in with the way Lohen rammed into you, sending your torso to slide into the bedding each time he pushed and pulled.

You were convinced that it couldn’t get more maddening, but the moment his fingers brushed your clit, all you could do was grip the sheets to ground yourself, and the obscene slapping of skin mingling with the sounds of enjoyment made the entirety of your being heat up further. Nevertheless, the outburst consumed each thought you could’ve had as your second orgasm raced to that finish line, and the snug enclosing of your pussy sped Lohen’s too.

Seeking a sense of closeness beyond the lust, your last resort was to reach towards Lohen’s hand. For a moment, you thought he’d ignore it, since this kind of tenderness wasn’t something characteristic of him—but at the very last second before you reached completion, he grasped it in his scarred hand.

You squeezed it so hard you thought you’d break his bones when your orgasm struck. Even through his own, Lohen didn’t stop moving, riding the dwindling release until all but the faint thrumming was left. It wasn’t until he let go of your legs and you finally rested that the angle allowed for his hot cum to ooze from your battered cunt. You didn’t meander too much about that, as you had worked on your fair share of contraceptives before.

After a while of Lohen pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, he pulled away.

Limp on the bedroll, your breathing evened out. Suddenly, your bed was the comfiest it had ever been, and the seconds between your blinks stretched more than normal. You followed Lohen’s movements with your eyes, which became droopier with exhaustion with each passing second, until you saw him climb on top of you again, making your once stabilized pulse to rattle again.

“Didn’t you promise I’d get to play with you next?”

“…Right now? Aren’t you tired?”

Rather than receiving a verbal answer, Lohen grabbed your face and pushed his thumb into the side of it, forcing your mouth ajar. It wasn’t until the distinct bitterness of a pain amplifier coated your tongue that it punched you out of your dreamlike haze to sit up and cough.

“Oops, wrong one.” Lohen fiddled with the empty vial in his fingers.

“Seriously? Please get out of my tent.”

“Kicking out a partner after such passionate sex? How unromantic,” Lohen finished buttoning his pants. He reached for his dress shirt next. “I’ve got some unresolved business with you, however.”

You scramble to get dressed too while Lohen stepped closer, his slow footsteps sending every panicking signal to sear through you. With practiced ease, Lohen cornered you with his trusted dagger. The blade glinted beneath the moonlight as the end pointed in your direction. Waiting a centimeter away from you.

“I need you to do one thing. I’m not asking for much, am I?” without letting go of you, he made you walk toward your desk and sit on the chair. Standing behind you, he slid a sheet of paper and your quill before you. “Write a letter about how an emergency back home has made you retreat sooner than predicted. Addressed to Varka.”

You glanced at the paper, then at the quill, and then you craned your neck to peer back at him. His eyes had never looked this dull before to you, but despite how devoid of light they were, you still had in you the will to refuse. Seconds ticked by, and the silence within the tent suffocated you with each accelerated beat of your heart.

Notebooks, stacks of papers, and a potion rack stumbled upon the floor along with the desk in your scuffle to put space between Lohen and you. You gain the upper hand for the same duration that a blink of an eye lasted, much to your dismay. Lohen slapped his hand around your arm to grab you, the slight echo reverberating, mirrored the small—yet painful—pulses at the impact. A simple action that forced a yelp that wouldn’t have occurred otherwise without the aid of the amplifier.

“Oho, I see you’re not going to make it easy. I like that!” he twisted your arms behind your back to secure you in place, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck. You grit your jaw when you feel his mouth lock by your pulse, sucking at the sweaty skin to leave a mark. Furthermore, the way he kept pressing into your backside, and you felt a rather prominent feature poking into it… “You know what? Since this has been all too easy, why don’t we turn it up a notch? Yeah, let’s heighten the stakes here. Run as far as you can. Didn’t I say I wanted to train your endurance too? Let me see how long you can make it before I catch you.”

With an insignificant shove, he let go of you.

Tears rushed to your eyes and with clenched fists, you snapped an aggrieved glare at him. You didn't dare linger there lest he changed his ming, and fled from there.

You made it to the road by the Favonius Keep and onto the other side. You called at the door of the Lightkeeper’s outpost, to no avail. You head to the second closest outpost available, and in the lack of an answer, you realize that you’ve wasted precious minutes. This lack of Ratniks meant that they must be somewhere fighting the Wild Hunt, but trying to trace them would be counterproductive and would also place you in harm’s way. Heading towards Piramida was a bet against time too, and seeking a hiding place amongst the sharp edges and rocky formations near Kipumaki Cliff was a surefire way to get wiped off the face of Teyvat by the Wild Hunt. This isle didn’t bless you with a bunch of options, meaning that you’d have to place your sights yonder.

There were no sources of light if you strayed from the road; murky shadows lingered to enwrap anything that dared to wander into the vast, forlorn plains of swaying grass by the fleeting imprints of civilization. To traverse the solitude that stretched across the wilderness to make it to the shore where, hopefully, a humane fisherman could take you to the where the ocean met the sky and beyond was necessary if you wanted a chance at escaping the clutches of the vice-captain.

Yet, what chance would you have, when not even a trained spy could outrun him?

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── BOY BLUE

summary: headcannons with drabbles about dom!soldier boy

tags/cw: teasing . pet names . daddy kink . p in v . somnophilia . cnc . thigh riding . praise . breeding kink . choking

notes: gahhhh he’s so lana coded

dom!soldier boy who teases you until you’re shaking

“f-fuck! please, just put it in,” you whine, back arching. he scoffs, his fingers circling your folds with an agonizing lightness. “soon, doll.”

dom!soldier boy who likes when you call him daddy

his hips snap into yours, thrusting into you deep. your eyes roll back in pure pleasure. “that’s it, doll. daddy’ll treat you, won’t he?” he grunts as he bottoms out in you, his bottom lip between his teeth. you moan, “y-yes—fuck! please, daddy,” your back arches into his chest. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that.”

dom!soldier boy who likes putting it in while you’re asleep

his hand slid down your sleeping frame, infatuated with how delicate you looked as you slumbered. you looked so innocent like this, he couldn’t help it when he started to grind against you softly. unfortunately, him being greedy, he pulled down his boxers and moved your underwear to the side. you were semi-wet, which was more than enough for him. he slowly pushed his tip in, which earned a soft sigh from your lips. he began to thrust in and out at a steady pace, noticing your breath picking up. unknowingly, you had started to shift and grind in your sleep, probably thinking it was just a wet dream. “yeah, that’s it, doll,” he grunted behind you.

dom!soldier boy who makes you ride his thigh

your hole clenched around nothing as you ground back and forth on his clothed thigh. the jean material against your bare flesh filled you with delicious friction, to which made your jaw slack in a whine. your arms flung around ben’s shoulders, gripping onto him. “good girl,” he murmured, his hands gripping your cheeks. “just like… that.”

dom!soldier boy who wants to breed you

“gonna fill you up,” he groans, thrusting into you. his hand grips your throat firmly. your head fell back at his roughness. he pushed himself so deep into you, you couldn’t breathe. “gonna make you so full,” he squeezed your neck, “gonna be throwin’ up cum after i’m fuckin’ done.”

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[cumkissed]

no because wife swap soldier boy is actually unwell levels of hot. like he goes into it thinking it’s gonna be some bullshit publicity stunt, just two weeks of pretending to care about some soft little suburban wife with cameras in his face, and then he meets you.

you’re not even trying to impress him. that’s what pisses him off first. you don’t fawn, don’t giggle, don’t ask to touch the suit. you just look him up and down like he’s another loud man taking up space in your kitchen and go, “rules are on the fridge, ben.”

and he’s instantly ruined.

because at first he’s arrogant about it. he thinks you’re playing hard to get. thinks you’re doing the good wife act for the cameras, all polite smiles and clipped answers while your husband is off living in ben’s house with his actual wife. but then the cameras shut off for the night, and you’re still like that. calm. unimpressed. standing barefoot in the kitchen in your little sleep shorts, pouring yourself water while he leans against the counter and stares at your legs like he’s forgotten every commandment he’s ever ignored.

he starts breaking rules just to see what you’ll do.

walks around shirtless. takes up the whole couch. calls you sweetheart in that low, gravelly voice. stands too close when you’re cooking, big hands braced on either side of the counter behind you, his chest almost touching your back while he murmurs, “your husband let you boss him around like this too?”

and you don’t even turn around. you just say, “only when he’s smart.”

ben laughs, but it’s not funny to him anymore. not really. because he’s hard in his sweats and you’re pretending you don’t notice, and he knows you do. he knows by the way your hand hesitates on the knife. by the way your thighs press together when he leans in close enough for his beard to brush your ear.

by day five, he’s fucking unbearable.

he watches you fold laundry like it’s porn. watches you bend over the dryer and mutters something filthy under his breath. catches himself staring at your panties in the basket for too long. he starts finding excuses to touch you. hand on your lower back when he moves past you. fingers brushing your hip when he reaches into the cupboard. thumb dragging over your wrist when he hands you your coffee.

and then one night, after a fake dinner for the cameras where he plays your temporary husband a little too well, he follows you upstairs.

you tell him, “ben, the cameras are off.”

he says, “good.”

then he kisses you like he’s been starving for it.

not sweet. not gentle. not polite reality-tv fake-marriage shit. he backs you into the bedroom door and kisses you with one hand around your jaw and the other gripping your waist so hard you gasp into his mouth. he likes that. he likes hearing you lose that calm little voice. likes feeling you grab his shirt like you’re angry at yourself for wanting him.

“there she is,” he mutters, mouth dragging down your neck. “knew you weren’t as well-behaved as you looked.”

[godsfaith]

soldier boy / ben who gets so worked up when he fucks you that sometimes his chest starts to glow… !

your cunt feels so good practically swallowing his cock that he just cant hold himself back! he pins all his weight onto you and slams into your pussy until the rooms filled with squelches and whimpers!! slick dribbles from your hole spraying onto his balls while ben groans into your ear calling you a “messy lil’ slut” and “dirty girl, ya like me pummelling you into the bed?” when your eyes roll back!!

as soon as bens close his pace becomes erratic chasing his own high- his eyes squeeze shut and his chest starts to glow showing the living bomb thats killed hundreds!! you should be scared but bens fucking you soooo good so instead your digging your heels into his ass to get him deeper inside you..

as soon as he stutters inside you, his thick hot cum painting your insides- the buildup fades away leaving ben panting into your neck and your legs shaking around his waist from fear and pleasure.

“almost got ya that time, didn’t i?” he’d say nonchalantly while pulling out and rolling over to light a joint- tucking you into his side and slipping the blunt between your lips to calm your nerves.

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[sweeterlilith]

Your head is pressed against the pillow, but it does nothing to muffle your needy little whines and whimpers.Your knuckles turn white as you grip the sheets.

“Please- i can’t… it’s too much!”

Your sobs fall on deaf ears as he plunges his cock into you over and over again. It rubbed against every ridge on your soft, wet walls. He leans over, chest pressed against your back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling your head back a bit.

“Look at ya… poor thing…”

He kisses your cheek ever so sweetly, contrasting with his rough hands and the deep, fast thrusts of his cock. He brushes your sweat-damp hair away from your face.

“Just a little more,baby…”

His hand sneaks under you, rubbing your bud in small, tight circles. You squirm, letting out a strangled sound from the pure pleasure and overstimulation of it.

“N-no! ‘Ts too much… can’t”

He laughs deeply, and it melts into a groan as you clench down on him. He lets go of your hair, pulling back.

“You can… you can and will”

He resumes his beautifully torturous rhythm. He shifts his hips, the new angle has his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. It sends shivers down your spine and your eyes roll back.

Your mouth falls open as this sends you over the edge, again. You sob, the sensation too much for you to handle, too intense, in a way that has your skin crawl and your cunt clench impossibly around him.

“There ya go…” He whispers, his hand slowing on your clit, finally stopping all movement. His hard cock stays lodged inside you.

You’re panting, spent, ready to call it quits. Your grip on the sheets loosens and your head rests on the pillow, eyes glazed over and unfocused.

Then he starts moving again, still not done with you. You let out a whine, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“Please…”

“I know, baby, I know… just need to fill ya up…”

[tojisun]

you think that you are sooo good at hiding the fact that you like missionary and prone bone because of the way that john is pressing against you—crushing you with his weight, and rutting the two of you on the bed in a messy tangle of salt and warmth —until john finally croons at you about it. he praises you, says how you are so cute in the way that your body is anticipating the drop of john's weight—cunt clenching around him even tighter, your moans splintering into shattered rasps of john's name.

the denial comes quick. "no- john, i-"

john tells you that you don't have to deny it. that you don't have to lie.

"i love it," john murmurs, a satisfied preen coating his words. he nuzzles his scruff against your shoulder, nipping at his baby's flushed skin because vulnerability is closing in. "i love how you love my body, baby."

you cry, cumming weakly at john's confession and throughout the tremors overtaking you, john holds you tight. he humps into you shallowly, trying to coax one more orgasm, and you do give a weak squirt just as his cum fills you, and it is thick and hot and delicious.

he slides his hand down to cup your gut, fingers dimpling your skin. "there," he rumbles. "now you're full too."

[rh1nestcned]

✶ — introducing valentine!reader .ᐟ ( playlist pinboard )

valentine!reader who was dating ben not long before he was frozen and experimented on, convincing yourself that he had ghosted her and wanted nothing to do with the relationship. while she had every reason to believe he was dead, she never gave up hope that he would come back for her.

valentine!reader who upon learning that ben had no intentions to settle down and just needs a place to stay, finds out that he's a supe after a failed attempt to kill him. you'd be pissed too if the man you were convinced was your soulmate was just using you for a place to stay and a quick lay.

best paired with: slasher!soldier boy

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[lickabeefslair]

Eternity

Summary: reunion with Bombsight leads to an interesting trade.

The underground parking lot smelled of oil and concrete dust. Soldier Boy kept USO Girl close as they stepped out of the shadows, his hand brushing the small of her back. After the night’s tears and his quiet promises, she felt steadier but the old ache still lingered whenever old ghosts like Bombsight appeared.

They rounded the corner just as Bombsight came into view. Golden Geisha sat nearby in her wheelchair, looking tired but composed.

USO Girl offered her a gentle smile. The two women had always shared a quiet understanding through the decades.

“Goldie… you really don’t want forever with him?” USO Girl asked softly.

Golden Geisha shook her head, a sad but peaceful smile on her lips. “No, Betty. I don’t want happily ever after forever. I just want a mortal life with Robbie growing old together, aging side by side, the way normal people do. That’s enough for me now.”

USO Girl reached out and squeezed her hand. “I want that too… the happily ever after part. Ben and I already have forever.”

Golden Geisha looked up at her with warm eyes. “You still look as beautiful as the day I first met you, you know. That USO sparkle hasn’t faded a bit.”

USO Girl laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve aged, Goldie. But you… you’re still just as beautiful. Stronger, even.”

Before Goldie could reply, Soldier Boy stepped forward.

“Hiya, Robbie,” Soldier Boy said, driving his fist straight into Bombsight’s face.

Bombsight grunted, staggering back. “Ben.”

Bombsight’s jaw tightened, but he turned his glare back to Soldier Boy. “You know how long I’ve wanted to smash in that pretty face?”

“Buddy, the Queen sat on this face,” Soldier Boy shot back with a smirk. “It’s a national fucking treasure.”

Bombsight wiped blood from his lip, eyes narrowing at USO Girl. “Still playing the loyal little USO girl, Betty? Even after everything with him?”

USO Girl let out a sharp, bitter laugh, stepping forward. “Still jealous over Ben, I see. God, Robbie, it never gets old with you, does it? You spent decades sniffing around after me every time he looked the other way, hoping I’d finally pick the second choice. You never wanted me you just wanted something of Ben’s. Like the jealous fuck you are.”

The fight exploded. Fists flew, grunts echoing off the concrete as the two men traded blows. USO Girl stayed back but watched closely, heart pounding as pipes bent and concrete cracked. Soldier Boy broke off a metal pipe and jammed it toward Bombsight’s throat before taking flight. Soldier Boy grabbed him mid-air, and the two crashed through the ceiling, exploding out into the open field above.

USO Girl rushed outside after them, heart in her throat.

“Goddamn it, I hate flying,” Soldier Boy growled, slamming Bombsight down. “Tough skin or not, I can still break your fucking neck.”

“Ben, stop. Please,” Bombsight gasped.

Soldier Boy released him, breathing hard. USO Girl moved to his side, hand on his arm the same steady touch she’d given him for decades.

“I can’t give it to you,” Bombsight said.

“Goldie doesn’t even want to take it.”

“Then maybe someday I’ll find someone who will.”

“You were always gonna fuck it up with Goldie anyway,” Soldier Boy said. “You could never hold down a girl. It was either a smack needle up your dick or—”

“Having to stand next to you?” Bombsight spat. “You were everyone’s favorite from the start. Especially Clara. Everything they wanted us to be, everything they were working towards, they saw it in you. Then they wheel out, you..” he turns to USO Girl then back to Soldier Boy. “The little USO Sweetheart, and who do they pair her next to.. you. Always you. I fucking hated you for it.”

USO Girl cut in before Soldier Boy could respond, her voice calm but edged with steel. “You keep talking like Ben won me. I wasn’t a trophy, Robbie. I made my own choices. Clara made hers too.”

Soldier Boy’s jaw tightened. “No. No, I wasn’t everything Clara wanted. I didn’t know how to be.”

Bombsight let out a bitter laugh. “But you loved her,” he said to Soldier Boy. “What wouldn’t you give to have her back… forever?”

“I really fucking hate you,” Soldier Boy muttered.

“No shit.”

“But we don’t have to kill each other,” Soldier Boy continued. “I can take away your immortality. And your powers. You won’t have to live forever alone. Then you and Goldie can spend whatever time you have left like you want.”

“Why would you do that for me?”

“I’d do it for the V1.”

Bombsight finally handed over the small tin container with the syringe.

After Soldier Boy’s controlled energy blast drew blood for the first time in decades, Bombsight smiled faintly. “This is the first time I’ve seen my blood in… I can’t remember.”

USO Girl felt her throat tighten. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she watched the two old rivals share that strange, almost tender moment. They’ll get their chance, she thought. A mortal life. A quiet, aging kind of love the kind Goldie had wanted.

She glanced at Soldier Boy, her chest warm despite everything. They already had forever. No ending, no fading away. Just the two of them, choosing each other again and again across endless years. The thought made another tear fall. She didn’t bother wiping it away this time.

Before anyone could say more, Homelander descended from the sky, cape fluttering.

Soldier Boy pulled the syringe from the case. USO Girl tensed beside him, her hand tightening on his arm.

Soldier Boy met his gaze. “You know, Clara used to say the craziest shit. That I was the strongest Supe alive, the ‘ultimate expression’ of what we could be. But she was wrong. She hadn’t met you yet.”

He handed the V1 to Homelander.

“But you hate me,” Homelander said, surprised.

“I love her more,” Soldier Boy replied. “And this is what she would want.”

USO Girl stayed quiet as Homelander injected himself, groaning through the pain. She stayed by Soldier Boy’s side as the supe trembled through the dose. When it was over, she leaned up and whispered just for Ben’s ears, “It’s still you and me. Forever?”

Soldier Boy wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Damn right, baby.”

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Here we are the Bombsight chapter!

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[pistolblondie]

cw: minors dni! 18+ only (this is smutty!!)

at first, ben despised the idea of anything pr related. he let it slide when vought started to go hollywood and he became more of a heart throb than a hero. but, a pr relationship was a lot.

until they told ben the truth.

you were made just for him.

miss merica. ben never saw anything more beautiful in red, white and blue.

and you were nothing but america's sweetheart. all bright smiles and soft words— perched right next to soldier boy in front of dozens of cameras— talking about how honored you were to be standing there with vought. with ben.

he learned to love having you next to him. his pretty little arm candy. america's favorite couple.

but it took him a while to get you to stand next to him so pretty.

"ohhh–b-soldier boy!" you couldn't feel anything but ben. his huge arms were pinning you down completely.

your eyes were blurring so much that the green in ben's suit was taking over your vision and his tongue was taking over everything else.

you could lie and say you were shocked you ended up with soldier boy in your bedroom at vought tower. but really, it was inevitable.

you knew you really wanted each other when he started practically living with you. sleeping in your bed, changing in your green room— he refused to eat a meal without you.

and you knew it was more real than you realized when clara started looking at you like you took her favorite toy.

because really, you did.

ben's eyes were shut while his mouth was sucking in anything your pussy had to give him. he'd been doing this for a while— almost an hour now.

he pulled back from your soaked cunt to hit his heavy palm against it. you jolted at the sensation and whined up at him.

he grinned at your reaction with that stupid soldier boy smile. he was rubbing your clit now to sooth you from the smack and simultaneously keeping you on edge.

he laughed at you before leaning back down and getting ready to dive in again.

"come on doll, i wanna see how sweet america's sweetheart can really get."

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[lickabeefslair]

Cotton Candy Kisses

Summary: A flashback to a Vought carnival publicity stunt, Soldier Boy and USO Girl play the perfect couple with wholesome public displays while trading filthy, unhinged banter in private, blurring the line between performance and real desire.

The afternoon sun bathed the Vought Carnival in a golden haze, red-white-and-blue bunting snapping in the breeze beneath the big Stars & Stripes Summer Spectacular! banner. It was supposed to be another carefully orchestrated publicity stunt Vought’s latest attempt to sell Soldier Boy and USO Girl as the perfect all-American couple. But as they strolled the midway arm-in-arm, the line between performance and something far more real had started to blur, even for them.

USO Girl leaned into Soldier Boy’s side, flashing her brightest smile for the cheering crowds, but the squeeze she gave his arm was all teeth. “Try not to break anything this time, Ben,” she muttered. “Last time you dented the ring toss board and the handlers acted like you pissed on the American flag.”

He grinned down at her, that cocky, shit-eating smile that always promised trouble. “What can I say, doll? Hard to hold back when I’ve got my best girl right here watching. Makes a man want to show off.”

They stopped at the High Striker. The barker hammed it up for the photographers. Ben rolled his shoulders and swung the mallet like he was caving in a Nazi skull. The bell rang so hard it nearly launched into orbit. The crowd lost their minds.

“Show-off,” USO Girl laughed, her eyes sparkled with unmistakable affection, she poked his ribs as he spun her around in a celebratory whirl that pressed her tight against him. “You didn’t even pretend to struggle. What happened to playing relatable for the folks at home, huh?”

“Relatable’s for pussies,” he muttered against her ear, the words low and warm. “Besides… half the time I can’t tell if I’m performing anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like you want me to bend you over the nearest booth.”

Her breath hitched, but she shot him a wicked little grin. “Careful, Soldier Boy. Keep talking dirty and these cameras might catch something Vought can’t spin.”

Next came the ring toss. Ben missed the first two on purpose playing the charmingly human angle then sank the rest with lazy precision. The prize girl handed over the stuffed eagle, and he shoved it into USO Girl’s arms with a theatrical bow.

“For my best girl,” he announced loudly for the microphones. Then quieter, filthy “Though I’d rather stuff something else in you later that ain’t full of fucking fluff.”

She hugged the ridiculous toy, cheeks burning even as she smirked. “Jesus, Ben. You’re incorrigible. Keep that up and I might forget this whole thing is Vought’s bullshit propaganda.”

They tore into a stick of cotton candy next, sticky fingers swiping at each other’s mouths in ways that looked wholesome from ten feet away but felt anything but. The laughter between them crackled with real heat.

The Vought handlers swooped in then, steering them toward a brightly painted booth labeled America’s Bottle Toss A cluster of reporters and cameras waited, lights already flashing. It was pure corporate cheese: a pyramid of milk bottles wrapped in stars-and-stripes paper, oversized hoops, and a patriotic banner. The perfect photo op to sell the fairy tale.

“Remember, kids,” one suit whispered urgently, “wholesome and patriotic. Big smiles, tender moments. Sell the dream.”

USO Girl batted her lashes at the crowd as she stepped up first, all sugar-sweet innocence for the lenses. “Oh, I just know my big strong Soldier Boy will cheer me on!”

Ben leaned against the booth railing, arms crossed, the picture of proud American manhood. Out loud, for the microphones “That’s my girl! Knock ‘em dead, sweetheart. Show these folks what real American spirit looks like!”

But as she lined up her throw, he stepped close behind her under the guise of encouragement, voice dropping to a gravelly mutter only she could hear. “C’mon, dollface. Toss that ball. Fuck, watching you bend over these bottles is giving me ideas that’d get us both blacklisted.”

She nearly dropped the ball, biting her lip to keep from laughing. Her throw went wide on purpose playing the adorable amateur for the cameras. The crowd awwed anyway.

“Oops!” she called brightly, turning to beam at him with big doe eyes. “I guess I need my hero’s strong hands to guide me.”

Ben moved in immediately, chest flush to her back, one arm wrapping around to “help” position the next throw while the other gripped her hip. Cameras clicked like mad. Publicly, he was all charm “Anything for my USO Girl.”

Privately, lips brushing her ear: “Strong hands, huh? I’ll show you strong hands. Bet I could make you come right here if I slipped one up that skirt while they’re all distracted snapping pictures. You’d look so fucking pretty trying not to moan for the nice reporters.”

USO Girl’s next throw actually landed, toppling two bottles. She spun in his arms, throwing them around his neck in a picture-perfect embrace as the crowd cheered. “My hero!” she gushed loudly, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek for the flashbulbs.

He hugged her back, hand sliding dangerously low on her waist. “That’s right, baby. Your hero’s gonna be all over you later,” he growled under the noise. “Till you’re seeing stars and stripes and screaming my name instead of smiling for these vultures.”

She pinched his side hard enough to make him grunt, but her eyes were dark with the same filthy promise. “You’re a menace. An absolute walking hard-on in uniform. If Vought knew half the things you whisper to me during these stunts, they’d have an aneurysm.”

“Only for you, doll.” He stole one more quick, camera-approved kiss soft on the lips for the optics before the handlers clapped and moved them along.

At the shooting gallery, USO Girl picked up the toy rifle, narrowing her eyes with exaggerated focus. Her first shot went wide. “Your turn to be impressed, hotshot.”

Ben stepped up behind her immediately, chest flush against her back, one thick arm wrapping around to cover her hands on the rifle while the other gripped her hip possessively. The contact was electric. Cameras flashed, but the way his body molded to hers felt dangerously unscripted.

“Easy, dollface,” he coached loudly. “Just like we practiced.” Low and filthy “Breathe out when you pull the trigger… just like I tell you to do when my head’s between your thighs.” His fingers guided hers, steady and sure. The next two shots slammed dead center. USO Girl leaned back into his heat, voice breathy but teasing. “Is this you ‘helping,’ or just another excuse to grind on me in front of half of America?” He gives her a grin. “Can’t it be both?” He nipped at her earlobe, hidden by the angle. “Fuck, sometimes I don’t even know where the act ends anymore. Feels too good to be fake. You keep squirming like that and I’m gonna need a private tent real quick.”

“You’re terrible,” she whispered back, cheeks flushed as bells rang and the audience clapped. “Absolute menace.”

“Only the best kind,” he shot back, voice rough. “And you fucking love it.”

As the sun dipped lower, the Vought handlers herded them toward the Ferris wheel for the big romantic finale. Their gondola rose slowly above the noise and lights until the world shrank away. Ben sprawled out, arm slung heavy around her shoulders, and unceremoniously shoved the stuffed eagle to the floor.

“Finally,” he exhaled, the cocky mask cracking. “All that smiling bullshit was making my face hurt. But you…” He turned, eyes dark and searching. “You make it hard to remember where the show ends and I start wanting to actually blow up the whole goddamn carnival just to get you alone.”

USO Girl nestled into his side, head on his shoulder, the height and quiet stripping the performance bare. “I know exactly what you mean. Out there it’s all flashbulbs and fake smiles. But up here? When you’re pressed up against me like that, talking filthy… it doesn’t feel staged. It feels like us.”

He tipped her chin up, thumb stroking her jaw. “Because it’s not all fake, doll. Vought set the stage, sure. But this—” He pulled her closer, hand sliding down her waist. “This heat between us? That’s fucking real. Even if I can’t always tell the difference anymore.”

The kiss started hungry and messy, tasting like cotton candy and pure want. It deepened fast—his hand fisting in her hair, hers gripping the front of his shirt as the gondola swayed at the top. Crude, real, and entirely theirs for those stolen minutes.

When they broke apart, breathing hard, Ben rested his forehead against hers. “Soon as this circus is over, I’m dragging you somewhere quiet. No crowds. No handlers. Just you, me, a bottle of whiskey, and whatever depraved shit we feel like doing till sunrise.”

“Promise?” she whispered, lips brushing his with a wicked smile.

“Cross my heart and hope to get my dick sucked,” he answered, voice rough with that signature unhinged charm. He kissed her again, slower and deeper, as the wheel began its descent and reality clawed its way back in.

Below, the crowds waited with cheers and cameras. But the blur between publicity stunt and the raw, chaotic thing growing between them had never felt so perfectly fucked up or so right. The Ferris wheel touched down with a gentle jolt, and the handlers were on them instantly ushering Soldier Boy and USO Girl back into the fray for one last round of curated magic before the sun fully set.

“Beautiful work, you two,” a slick Vought suit murmured, clipboard in hand. “Now the goodbye wave at the main stage. Big smiles, lingering looks, maybe a final kiss for the evening papers. Really sell the ‘till next time, America’ vibe.”

USO Girl slipped her arm through Ben’s again, waving cheerfully to the lingering crowd as they strolled toward the small bandstand draped in bunting. Out loud, she was pure saccharine: “This has been such a wonderful day sharing the carnival with all of you! Thank you for supporting our boys overseas!”

Ben played along, flashing that million-dollar grin and saluting a cluster of kids. He pulled her close for the cameras, dropping a seemingly tender kiss to her hair.

Privately, his hand drifted lower, squeezing her ass just out of frame as he growled into her ear, “Soon as these assholes turn their backs, I’m finding the nearest dark corner and seeing how loud I can make you scream before they notice we’re gone. Bet that pretty USO skirt would look real nice around your waist.”

She pinched his side hard, smiling wider for the flashing bulbs. “You are deranged,” she whispered back, voice sweet as pie for the audience. “Keep it up and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in the balls during the next photo op. See how well you sell ‘heroic’ with a limp.”

“Worth it,” he shot back, low and filthy. “I’d still fuck you sideways after. Might even let you ride me while the eagle I won you watches.” She gasps dramatically “You leave him alone we’re not traumatizing him.”

The final stage appearance wrapped with more applause, more staged affection, and a handful of forced autographs. The moment the last camera clicked and the handlers started herding people toward the exits, Ben’s grip on her waist tightened with purpose.

“Fuck this,” he muttered. “We’re done.”

Before another suit could protest, he steered her off the main path, ducking behind a row of game booths toward the quieter employee area at the back of the carnival grounds. The noise faded into distant carnival music and the occasional pop of fireworks. A half-lit storage tent loomed ahead props, folded banners, and shadows.

He yanked the flap open and pulled her inside, the heavy canvas falling shut behind them. The stuffed eagle got tossed onto a crate. In the dim light, Ben backed her against a stack of wooden boxes, hands already roaming.

“No more fucking cameras,” he said, voice rough as he crowded her space, one thigh pressing between hers. “Just you and me now, doll. Tell me this part still feels like the bullshit Vought wants… or if you’re as soaked as I think you are from all that teasing.”

USO Girl’s hands fisted in his collar, yanking him down into a bruising kiss that tasted like cotton candy, adrenaline, and pure want. She nipped his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan. “It stopped feeling fake hours ago, you arrogant prick. The way you talk to me during those stunts? Like you’d rail me in front of the whole damn crowd if they’d let you? Drives me insane.”

He laughed darkly against her mouth, hands sliding under her skirt to grip her thighs and lift her onto the crates. “Good. Because I’ve been half-hard since the goddamn shooting gallery. All that ‘helping’ you aim while imagining bending you over the counter instead.” His fingers teased higher. “Say the word and I’ll make good on every filthy thing I whispered today.”

She rocked against him, breathless but grinning that wicked, unhinged grin right back. “Then shut up and do it, Soldier Boy. Before some handler comes looking and we have to pretend this is just another wholesome photo op.”

Ben’s eyes flashed with pure trouble. “Atta girl.” The kiss turned feral, hands everywhere, the blur between staged romance and raw, chaotic need finally collapsing completely in the shadowy privacy of the tent.

Outside, the carnival lights twinkled on as night fell. Inside, Soldier Boy and his USO Girl were busy writing a much less family-friendly ending to the day one that felt dangerously, perfectly real.

—

Ooh a very early era flashback of these two. This is the very early stage of their relationship where they realize they might not be acting anymore. They’re so cute but completely unhinged at the carnival, this is a good one.

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