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T͟H͟E͟ ͟D͟U͟C͟H͟E͟S͟S͟   &   SPIDER┈MAN     ❲   ID:    @SPDR-MAN,  parker. ❳   VOL.     #1    in   EARTH-1738      ᵇᵘʸ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱᶜ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ  
            
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            ❪ A.R.F ❫    &      ❪ W.M.P ❫    :         ᴾᴬᴺᴱᴸ   ¹   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ         〞    Uhm. Depends, are we going to our usual spot or is this something new? Because if not, probably Italian. Didn't realize how hungry I was until you asked, Winnie.      ❨ … ❩      Unless you have a date?        ⁽    ᴱᴺᵀᴱᴿ     ᶠᴿᴬᴹᴱ⠘     the duke,  placing down a stack of folded clothing on the spider’s bed sheets.   the spider-man is face down covered in a pile of clothing,  he looks defeated.    ⁾       IS THIS YOU BEING INDECISIVE OR YOU'RE ASKING ME SO I CAN FEEL INCLUDED? NO OFFENSE.      〞         
            
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                         AMINIAH'S GAZE EVENTUALLY DRIFTS TO THE LACKADAISICAL FORM OF  ⁽       I.    W͟i͟n͟s͟t͟o͟n͟  P͟a͟r͟k͟e͟r͟ ͟        ⁾     a.k.a     Spider—man There he is, New York City's very own arachnid face down on the carpet cuddled up in a pile of his own clothes. If Ami wasn't so busy, she'd do him a favor and actually clean up around here.  This had to be a cry for help, like literally.  SHE'S IN THE PROCESS of folding up some clothes and categorizing them based off of color, occasionally nudging Winston with the tip of her slippers.

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MARVEL COMICS   ❲ CINEMATICS ❳ 
            Aminiah Rashad—Fury.      ❯    
            the political liaison of s.h.i.e.l.d 
            &  intelligence consultant.  the 
            niece of nicholas fury.   better 
            known as the “duke.”   
            an original character designed
                       by vengeance. 
            
            mature themes arise.         
            low activity.    literate. 
            selective.       
            
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                                             for more information.
            
            

* it’s back 

@7-3rated     ⟢     [there is only so much warmth he can handle. nanami is gentle, his affection melts his very insides that his entire system would topple over the sorcerer. the platinum blonde’s eyes would flutter close, and for once that faint glow disappears the moment they re—open. it’s an unnecessarily, unnaturally normal shade of blue. bright, vast—but normal. finally, satoru leans forward so that his arms come to envelop nanami. it feels right, it’s suited. his nose rests against the blonde’s shoulder, face brought closer to the crevice of his neck. there was a breakthrough, but his fingers twitch—tensing slightly.]       sorry,      [the apology comes naturally, and it’s sincere.]      —i’m not pouting, kento.      [leaning forward, a kiss is offered against the temple.]

@6THEYES    ||       “I will wait.   I will wait for however long it takes,  Satoru.    For this.   For you—   I’m a patient man.”           HIS WORDS ARE ABSOLUTE.    FINAL.    there is no need to apologize with kento,  he simply nods.  taking in the words and emotions satoru so desperately wants to express.    the thin,  cool,  veil of infinity only gets smaller—  cellophane between the two sorcerers.      each date brings the promise of something new.   a relationship—  or something much more tender.        “Now come in,  I’d hate to end the night with you frowning the whole night.    No pouting,  Satoru.    This is okay.   There’s no need to apologize.    Take your time.”   

@7-3rated       ⟢       maybe so, but i still can’t—     [—let go of his infinity. the sorcerer’s teeth press into the plush of his bottom lip, thinking carefully. despite the profession of love, there the sorcerer stood, barrier in hand, separating them as blue eyes stared into brown.]      (..)  kento.

@7-3rated     ⟢      with all this money, it’s better spent on you then anything—anyone else. besides, what’s the use of saving all this up? i’ll write it in my will you get the rest i earn.      [gojo muses, although it was a joke, obviously. he doesn’t put much of a fight to nanami’s nagging, certainly too amused to be offended.]

@6THEYES   ||     “How thoughtful.   It’s an awful habit to keep up though.   What’s the point in wasting your money like that?    You spoil me too much.”               NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES KENTO NAGGED,   Satoru would never listen.   It was pointless yet he still persisted.   The faintest smile threatens to escape on his expression,  with a satisfied hum the drink is taken up.   

@7-3rated       ⟢      a burden is a bit excessive. there’s no expiry date for this sodas, but i bought the peach oolong for you. it shouldn’t be too sweet.

@7-3rated     ⟢     the customers? i’m surprised they even remembered,        [a shrug is brought, soon his arms come to reach around the other’s neck. bracing himself, just until the two of them fall back into their bed, lips press gentle pecks against the side of nanami’s jaw.]      i’ll come to the bakery tomorrow, i don’t have anything. i can help around as well, surely my face will energize you through the day.

@6THEYES     ||     “How can I say no to you?  Always worrying about me.    Will you be joining me tomorrow?   I get lonely at the bakery time to time.   Even my customers have been asking about you.”             KENTO’S WORDS ARE SOON LACED WITH EXHAUSTION.    It seems like the need to sleep only becomes more apparent after Satoru’s suggestion.      Like the dotting husband he is,  he’s available at Satoru’s very beckon and call.      He’s lifted up with ease,  a soft kiss is pressed against the curve of his lover’s cheek.     SOON AFTER,  both of their bodies hit the mattress below.      

@7-3rated     ⟢     [it’s so subtle, but obvious—delicate. that’s how satoru would have described kento’s affection, his face moves into the space provided for him. eyes fluttering close, as he breathed in the quiet scent of wood, but the hint of salt provided by the sea.]       you can finish tomorrow, or else you’ll be exhausted at the bakery.       [the sorcerer notes, leaning forward so he could press a small peck to his counterpart’s neck. eyes finally peak, opening just one slightly.]          carry me back? it’s romantic. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

@evolus  go away!!

@vol-108   He.   Hehe.

            
            JUJUTSU KAISEN’S   ❲  呪術廻戦  ❳ 
            NANAMI KENTO.      ❯       based off 
            of personal headcanons    &&.
            interpretations.   mature themes
            arise.         low activity.    literate. 
            selective.       
            
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BURN.
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