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I AM NOT DRAMATIC!!!

˚◞❀˳     are you starting inbox wars with me again cami 🧐 that sounds VERY dramatic to me 🫰

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˚◞❀˳  mina and I talk all the time !! at least we try 🫶 things can get quite busy but we're still as chaotic. mina is talking about assassinating my family rn

do you still talk to cami and eden? i miss your chaotic interactions🥲

Oh yeah! I still talk to them all the time. Right now, both Cami and Eden are at stages in their lives where their undivided attention is required, so they’re quite busy. But for now, when they do have time, we chat on Discord. The conversations are still as chaotic as before lol. Their minds haven’t changed at all 😂

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˚◞❀˳ I did NOT forget about you I was and am busy don't be DRAMATIC 😤

do you still talk to cami and eden? i miss your chaotic interactions🥲

Oh yeah! I still talk to them all the time. Right now, both Cami and Eden are at stages in their lives where their undivided attention is required, so they’re quite busy. But for now, when they do have time, we chat on Discord. The conversations are still as chaotic as before lol. Their minds haven’t changed at all 😂

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˚◞❀˳  he's sO gay I love him

a little hualian painting practice

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˚◞❀˳   we could NEVER have ONE normal au istg. the only one that didn't have either manwe fucking people over or namo crying his eyes out or navemore keeping us hydrated was the crimson prince au istg 😭✋

One of life's greatest joys, I think, is passing an AU back and forth with your friends and making it progressively hornier and more fucked up

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˚◞❀˳  just a small reminder that I am waayyy more active on my new blog @valentine-cafe ! a blog full of characters ( x reader ) — where I am also promoting my soon to be book 🩷 I would really like to see some familiar faces over there, miss you all!

if you'd like to support some of my writing or just see me there it would be nice !

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˚◞❀˳  OH! this made me tear up thank you so much 🥹 it's so lovely to see that my old fics are still appreciated. When Darkness Reigns was one of my favourite projects and it breaks my heart that I could not see it all the way through.

I remember planning the fic out in class on a small little notebook and waiting so excitedly to come home and write it. I wrote all its parts over the span of four days and just sat with so much excitement. So reading that this is appreciated so much makes me so incredibly happy. Thank you!

Choose five of your favorite ocs (be it yours or another) and pass it on to 5 different people! Spread oc love

I haven't read a lot of fics with OCs lately, but here are my (few) favorite ones. (some of these are not OCS)

Queen Maereth from @sotwk. I love how motherly and feminine Maereth is. She is Thranduil's perfect match. I reread all the fics/headcanons about Thranduil and Maereth every month 🥺 I love all their sons. I could finish this post by naming all their children. If ya'll love LOTR/TH/ROP please check out sotwk's blog because it is the epitome of Tolkien loving.

Princess Saera Targaryen from coaxed you into paradise. This is a shameless self-plug in. I wrote her during a time where I was still honing my fanfic-writing powers. She isn't the best flawless OC, but she's the one closest to my heart ❤️ I'm a sucker for kind and feminine OCs, so I made her out to be everything that her sister isn't. Whereas Rhaenyra had to put on a strong front as the heir apparent, Saera had the freedom to be kind and flawed.

Reader in @youvebeenlivingfictional 's Bad Faith (x Harvey Specter). This is the best Harvey Specter fanfic in the ecosystem. You can insert yourself shamelessly in the reader part, as all the characters seem to act their character. There was an amazing characterization of Harvey, Mike and Jessica. The words that the author used, I can imagine being uttered in Suits. I LOVE THIS FANFIC SO MUCH!! 10/10

Reader in @edensrose 's When Darkness Reigns (x Thranduil, x Mairon love triangle). This is also one of my favorite fanfics. Constantly lives in my head rent free. I love how sassy Mairon is, but I also enjoy the characterization of Thranduil as he is corrupted by darkness to protect his people. Really dances will with Tolkien's motif: goodness cannot be determined by the destination, but the means to get there.

Theradis in @mismaeve 's Long Live The Queen (x Thranduil). Yes, I'm obsessed with Thranduil. I love the theme of corruption portrayed in this fic. Reminds me of that one episode in Encantadia where Mine-a was brought back to life, corrupted by evil, and forced to fight against the people that she loves. I love that even when fighting against each other, they can't ignore the pulse of love.

That's all! Thank you anon.

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Just a PSA, Hurricane Helene is going to be passing through my area starting some time tomorrow, so I wanted to take a moment to remind anyone who is in this storm's path to make sure you have:

1) flashlights or other light sources that are not just your cell phone -- cheap solar lights work great in a pinch; to charge them, arrange them around indoor lamps to get the most light exposure, or put them in your sunniest window:

2) you should have food and drink that is stable at room temperature and does not require anything to prep, plus a can opener, in case of prolonged power outages.

3) keep important documents such as birth certificates, passports, etc all in a safe location that is preferably waterproof; a ziplock bag, or a locking food container will work in a pinch.

4) find which area of your house is the sturdiest, without windows, and make sure your household knows to go there in an emergency, which includes Tornadoes; for some, this is a basement, for others it is a bathroom located away from an exterior wall, and for us, its a small hallway in the center of the house. Try to put extra blankets, pillows, and other cushioning in this area in advance both for comfort of everyone crammed into a small area, and also for additional protection, since you can wrap yourself up in pillows and thick blankets in an emergency; if you've got small kids, try to make sure everyone has their favorite stuffed animal to hug.

5) make sure everyone's pajamas are clothes that are comfortable and good for wearing in public, and that everyone has closed toed shoes on hand that can be thrown on at a moments notice and that everyone knows to put them on ASAP when an emergency alert comes through.

6) make sure all phones are fully charged, and preferably that you have backup power banks; if possible, have an emergency handheld radio on hand to listen to broadcasts. If you need to use a phone to watch local news livestreams, have one member of the house use their phone to stream while everyone else preserves their battery.

7) make sure you have any essential medications on hand in a form that is easy to transport, and if you have pets, make sure you have food, pet carriers, and leashes/harnesses, etc!

Stay safe, everyone!

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˚◞❀˳  not to be rude or anything but just filter it out? sure you won't get all of it but that's just the nature of media in general. also the fluff tags on ao3 and tumblr are both bigger than the smut tags?

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ ROUND 2, voting to determine the posting order of our newest character batch. currently, we have first place, 

1. shimada takara , the killer kitsune ꒱

  RISHEN HERRERA, genderfluid ; a world renowned investigator and mastermind. a grim reaper who tries to ignore his ancestry. he would much rather spend his time solving crimes than reaping souls. alas reaper code tells him otherwise. an extremely intelligent and sometimes cocky person who gets a rush from solving cases ( verse 9819 )

ZHÁO JÌNGYÍ, male ; one of elritea's most influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper of the renowned zhào family and an investigator. a man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. ( verse 9819 )

ALESSIO AGRESTA ARIAS, male ; an enigma and the leader of a crime specialist syndicate. a sort of robin hood figure. outlaw and "highly dangerous to the public", a serial killer of several public figures. with his cunning smile and quick wit, he's constantly evading capture and playing games with the government council ( verse 9819 )

NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )

SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )

LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )

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˚◞❀˳ sooooo pretty 🥺

hi !!! i love your dividers and I use them all the time for roleplay sheets, would you be able to recolour this set in these colours?

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thank you if you do, and if you don't i hope you have a wonderful day regardless!!!! /g

hi! 💖 that is so cool (and thank you so much!), I can absolutely recolor this set for you! here you go, and I hope you have a great day as well!

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

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hopeless romantic yet somehow aromantic is so real :’) also i ♡ ur writing

˚◞❀˳ alas such is the life 😔🩷 also thank you so much!!

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Eden we NEED you back in Ainur writing space please

˚◞❀˳ eeeee I have been considering it, I do miss my favourite whump namo after all 🩷

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ so our new batch will be out soon and we've decided to let you all vote on who you'd like to see first ꒱

SHIMADA TAKARA, genderfluid ; a kitsune masking their nogitsune nature. chaotic and wild with a bite for thrill and danger. constantly seeking a way to keep themselves from boredom. he finds himself in rasui's mercenary syndicate to manage his violent tendencies ( verse 9948e )

RISHEN HERRERA, genderfluid ; a world renowned investigator and mastermind. a grim reaper who tries to ignore his ancestry. he would much rather spend his time solving crimes than reaping souls. alas reaper code tells him otherwise. an extremely intelligent and sometimes cocky person who gets a rush from solving cases ( verse 9819 )

ZHÁO JÌNGYÍ, male ; one of elritea's most influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper of the renowned zhào family and an investigator. a man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. ( verse 9819 )

ALESSIO AGRESTA ARIAS, male ; an enigma and the leader of a crime specialist syndicate. a sort of robin hood figure. outlaw and "highly dangerous to the public", a serial killer of several public figures. with his cunning smile and quick wit, he's constantly evading capture and playing games with the government council ( verse 9819 )

NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )

SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )

LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )

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Gentle June

AN: Last one @tolkienpinupcalendar. Thank you for all these fun events <3 this one's for the Firebird gang!

❀ Prompt: Reward, creampie & finger sucking | Gothmog x Eönwë ❀ Synopsis: Eönwë is in heat. Gothmog is more than happy to help. ❀ Warnings: Birdy boy in heat, bodily fluids, monsterfucking (Balrog), anal sex ❀ Short oneshot (~700 words)

"Please–!" 

Eönwë was sitting, no, grinding on Gothmog's lap with such vigorous determination and helpless lust that the Lord of Balrogs couldn't help being amused, keeping a large hand on the small of his back to steady his lover. The poor thing was leaking on both ends, he could both smell and feel it as droplets of seed and slick alike dripped onto his skin and sizzled there, though it did little to stop the frenzied rutting. 

Manwë's precious herald was in heat and, out of all people the pretty bird could have surely had, he was begging a him, a Balrog, for sex. Gothmog smirked to himself. How could he ever say no to such an earnest request? 

"Bird," he said, attempting to sound stern, "are you sure you're prepared? I can–" 

"Yes." Eönwë sounded almost petulant. Looking up through his eyelashes, he pouted slightly and lifted his hips. "Can't you feel it? I am... filthy. And wet. And..." 

Instead of answering, Gothmog let his hand glide down his backside, spread his cheeks with two fingers and pushed a third inside. Indeed, the poor Maia was positively leaking and clenched around the invading digit immediately, hips rocking back and forth for additional friction. Briefly, he glanced down at his belly where more treacherous evidence of his lust glistened on his skin. 

"Very well," Gothmog said and withdrew his finger, earning himself a needy whine in the process. "That should be enough." 

Without further pretext or warning, he seized Eönwë's hips with both hands, positioned him above his eagerly rising cock and pushed him down on it. The sounds that followed were glorious — a nigh animalistic screech, a helpless whimper, a desperate moan. His beloved was tight but pliable, making him feel as though his fána was sucking him in. Oh, how he loved that tight hole, barely able to fit a Balrog's length, yet taking him with the bravery of a Maiarin warrior. 

Eönwë let his mouth fall open, and Gothmog was pleased to see him nearly drooling from penetration alone. 

"Nobody ever fucks you properly in this wretched land of light and purity, hm?" he growled, accentuating his accusation by rolling his hips forward to reach deeper. 

Whimpering, Eönwë shook his head. Gothmog rewarded him by wiping his chin and pushing a finger in his mouth. Immediately, the smaller Maia began sucking on it. 

Good. Then he won't scream as much and his lord and lady won't notice. 

Still holding on to his hips with his other hand, Gothmog began moving. As perplexed as he was to see that nobody had helped themselves to such a pretty and needy Maia in heat before him, he was more than happy to be the one fucking it out of him. Judging by the state Eönwë was in, it would take a while, but thankfully strength and stamina were what a Balrog's fána was made for. 

Gothmog focused on the feeling of thrusting in and out of that tight, wet passage as fast as he could, bouncing the herald on his lap like a ragdoll. His claws dug into unmarred skin with such ferocious lust that he drew blood, yet Eönwë neither fought against him nor complained; it wouldn't be the first time he enjoyed a bit of pain. 

His orgasm took Gothmog by surprise, and he followed suit before he could restrain himself, taken off-guard by the intensity of it. Muscles twitching, tightening around him, pushing him over the edge alongside his lover, and seed filled the smaller Maia to the brim, leaking out of him even as he delayed pulling out. 

"More?" Gothmog asked. He could already sense that his beloved was not yet satisfied. 

"More." Eönwë stopped sucking on his finger to speak, then hastily added, "Please."

Fucked him so good he almost forgot his silly manners. 

Gothmog withdrew his finger to caress his cheek instead and kissed his lips. "Greedy bird." 

His deep voice vibrated with affection. It was going to be a long night, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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This storm

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen | Rating: 🔞| Geto Suguru x fem!Reader | Count: 3.5K | Summary: A night after a difficult mission... | On AO3 | Tags & Warnings: my first fic for JJK, fem!reader, Second Person POV, Geto didn't defect AU, But still has it rough, Set four years after Hidden Inventory, Friends with some benefits, It’s complicated, Light angst, Feels, Needy!Geto, Dom energy!Geto, Smut, Vaginal sex, Oral sex (f receiving)

The clock startles you, eyes drawn from your reading towards the brief robotic sound. The numbers flicker red against black, heralding midnight. 

With a sigh you close the book and rise, walking to the window instead. The downpour has been ongoing for hours now, and water flows down the glass like tears. 

Cold. The city is cold and dark, a flood of souls and living blood. Neon lights flash in jittery repetition like an irregular pulse, reflected by a veiny system of wet roads: red, blue, red, blue. 

Worry binds your heart, and thoughts roil like wind. Where is he? You had a day off (a luxury rarely afforded in the world you both share) but your friend’s work is out there in the frontlines. Always gone, always alone lately. Sometimes, you land a mission together where you do your part as an auxiliary manager, but those are few and far between. 

You won't call, it’s a given. Any disruptions could lead to injury or worse, and even the thought of him being harmed brings anxiety like a weight forcing your airways shut. He’s your friend, more so the first person who helped guide you when you first reached Tokyo, so patient, laid back and generous with his time. The affinity was instant and mutual, and a couple of years later here you are, sharing a rent. You learned many things about Suguru Geto since then, some wonderful, some worrying—such as his tendency to drive himself into the ground for his vocation. But in the end, he is only human, isn't he? 

Your thoughts are cut by the familiar, metallic click and turn of a key. The door to the apartment opens, and the newcomer eases inside. 

“Suguru…” you turn, watching his tall figure for anything amiss. His movements are sluggish, his gaze unfocused. It’s been one of those missions, then. 

Suguru raises his head at your voice, the blank expression losing to a fickle smile. “Hey.” He’s drenched by the rain: his hair, his uniform, his skin. “How was your day off?” he asks, propping a hand against the wall and kicking off his shoes. 

“It was... it was fine.” 

It must’ve been a difficult exorcism, you think, as he goes and slumps into a kitchen chair. 

You sit across from him, leaning forward with your elbows resting on the table between you. He looks exhausted, his complexion sickly, as though he’s had poison and is living through the worst of it. It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, nor will it be the last. 

The rain patters against the windows, filling the silence. Suguru hangs his head, rubs at his right eye, and carelessly undoes the uniform button at his chest before shrugging the entire thing off and hanging it on the back of the chair. 

“I suppose I shouldn’t ask…” you try, watching him roll up the sleeves of his shirt. You want to know what kind of special grade he dealt with, but you can't get yourself to do it: it’s on his face, the bags under his eyes, the tension in his body. He looks like he’s about to be nauseous. No, talking about it won't help, not now.

Suguru shakes his head. Silently he reaches for a pack of cigarettes and stands. You follow him out on the small balcony, both leaning against the rail. The rain stopped for a reprieve, and the sounds of wheels turning on wet asphalt reach you from the streets below. 

Suguru lights a cigarette, staring ahead. On the first exhale of smoke it looks as though he wants to spit his lungs out. You know how it goes by now: his cursed spirit manipulation technique leaves him with an aftermath few could bear or live with for long, but still, he does it. If there's anything Suguru has, it's strong principles and an immutable conviction as far as his role in this world goes. 

His silence, in any other context, would feel comfortable. But now his jaw is tight, and he’s crossed his arms at his chest as if straining to keep all the curses he’s absorbed from breaking free. 

All you can do is reach out, fingers smoothing his dark hair away from his face; a stunted motion, but one you couldn’t resist. 

Suguru sketches no reaction to your touch at first. He takes another drag of his cigarette and looks over, holding your gaze. Your stomach flips, a meld of relief and care rushing through you and coiling around your ribs like wildflowers. You wonder at this renewed sense of hope as your touch glides down his cheek, wiping away a droplet of gore.  

“It feels as if it’s all too much these days…” you murmur, “even for you.”

Suguru smiles again, once a confident grin—now a heartbreaking display when contrasting with his state. Sometimes, in recent months, you’d see an odd light in his stare, like a spark ready to ignite a sea of flames; but it only lingers for a moment before it dies, and he’s back to the one you know. 

“It is. But… you’re here.” His eyes close as he leans into your palm, nuzzling against it, the brush of his skin like warm silk.

You swallow. Sometimes he makes these small gestures that hide a greater meaning, it’s who he is. You like to think you’re used to it by now. “Suguru, are you all righ—”

“Help me.” His words are a warm, rushed whisper against your hand. You know what it means, you know it helps him on a physical level to recuperate. You’re friends, both very aware of the other in many ways: qualities, needs, and sometimes, sometimes… you oblige each other.

And you did miss him, the anticipation pooling to your core an irrefutable proof. 

Suguru draws back, catlike eyes opening. His lips part as he puts out the unfinished cigarette, a tremble to his fingers. “I need a shower.” 

You can’t but smile and chew on your lip as he passes you, his hand grazing the small of your back. “Wait for me?”

“Where would I go?” you tease, your voice only a little choked. 

Selfish? Yes, you most certainly are. Suguru is kind, and possibly the most courteous person you’ve met among your peers, and he’d do anything for the people he cares about. When you first spoke of what developed from your friendship, you agreed to keep things open, not least because your occupations didn’t allow for much more.

Distance means safety. Distance means less pressure. But, there’s a flip side to everything and deep inside you wonder—would anyone else, apart from Satoru maybe, be able to remain by his side for as long as you both have?

The answer doesn't matter, does it? 

You stare ahead at the city, not slowing for a moment despite the hour. Wetness splashes your face, and faraway thunder signals a renewed pour. Rain falls, slower this time, reluctant little drops that induce a near catatonic state of mind, and you barely feel arms wrapping around your middle from behind.

“Hi again,” you murmur as Suguru buries his face against your neck; the softness of lips on your skin follows. 

“Hi,” he says, hugging you tighter and pressing a kiss to your jaw. His hands feel heavy on your body, one sliding down your thigh while the other reaches up to your ribs, ghosting the side of a breast.

You have to admit, whatever lies you tell yourself, your body will always deny it through the swift, unruly reactions to his closeness. You missed him, and now… now you want him in ways that make your head spin. Base. Primal. 

The hand on your thigh drifts inward and up, up, up. His chest heaves against your back, and his grip on you is tighter when he reaches the warmth between your legs. “May I?” he asks into your skin. 

You nod. You feel his smile against your neck as his hand grips you, massaging the hot center through your nightgown.  

You huff a short breath; he sighs. “You’re so… warm…” he squeezes gently, his long hand arched and slowly moving back and forth between your legs. You grasp his other arm, your knees already useless. 

The rain is cold, his mouth is warm. His hair is loose and still wet from the shower, dripping down your collarbone as he tilts your chin to the side, and presses his lips to yours. 

Suguru tastes good. He’s always tasted better than anyone you recall, deepening the kiss faster than you can react, the hand between your legs drawing your hips against his. 

“… you're so…” his fingers never stopped teasing your slit through your clothes, and he’s hardening against your ass as he speaks, “...delicious,” he says, sucking harshly on your lower lip before melding his mouth to yours. 

You can barely get an intake of breath, and as good as this feels, you're both getting pelted by the rain now.

Not that he cares: one hand holding you by the jaw and the other weakening you, he feels overwhelming, so much so that it hurts a little as you break the kiss. “Suguru, the rain…”

“Yes, you’re right,” he mumbles, still nipping and licking at your lips, “Of course, of course, you’re right…” and with that he all but drags you after him as you are, never releasing you. 

You reach the one room with a double bed—usually yours to sleep in—where he throws you down, following and dragging you under him, pausing for a moment to stare at you. He’s wearing nothing but loose dark pants, and your eyes are drawn to the ragged cross of scars lining his chest. Unable to resist, you trace one with your finger, then rise and kiss along it as he holds the back of your head. 

“You… I’m so… glad you’re here, I’m…” he doesn't continue, instead pushing you down by the shoulders and hastily sliding your nightgown up your thighs with both hands. There’s an urgency to each movement, to each kiss down your sensitive inner thigh, his head dipping lower and lower, his breath hot and eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you briefly while gently pulling aside your panties. 

Your lower body shivers with need, the sight alone throwing you in a daze—he’s good at this, you know he is, and he—

All following thoughts disperse and your mind empties when he runs his tongue along your slit in a slow, hot, languid stripe. 

“Oh god…” he says against your cunt, his hands on your inner thighs keeping them spread as he licks you again.

You clutch at the sheet, your fingers finding purchase in his hair when he sucks on your clit with the softest insistence. His eyes are closed, a furrow to his brow that you’d mistake for concentration if it weren't for the needy sounds slipping from his lips as he takes you slowly, again and again, like he’d been thirsty for this all his days. 

You're at a breaking point, thighs trembling beneath the pressure of his soothing hands, your mouth watering in pleasure at the sight and sensation of his pink tongue circling your clit, and all you can articulate is his name.

“Mm?” He doesn't even look up, still eating you out with maddening compulsion, sucking on your pussy lips before licking between them, up your clit and down to your hole, slipping his hardened tongue inside and urging your hips to move against his mouth. 

“I-I’m going to…” A stutter of muscles, then another, and he won't stop but keeps eating you out like he's in his own dream, urging you on with his eyes closed. 

“Please, come on… for me, will you…? You taste so good, so-so-good, did I ever tell you that? If not I’m… an idiot-your scent-your—...”

You can't hear the rest over the waves of a sudden high, nerves suffused with pleasure and the deepest relief you’ve ever felt. He breathes against your quivering cunt as your fingers lazily card through his hair. When he looks up at you again, his eyes are feverish, his lips aglow with your shine. He crawls up to you like a stalking feline pulling down his pants and reaching for a bedside drawer at the same time. “Where… did you have those…”

“It’s fine,” you urge him back down. “On the pill for a while now.”

He watches you for a moment, then leans in for a slow, open-mouthed kiss. His erection is pressed against your pussy, his forearms on either side of your head, his hands caressing your temples. 

He’s heavy against you but it’s that pleasant heaviness that goes with a craving to be consumed and just as you think this Suguru severs the kiss, rising to his knees. “Off. Take it off,” he says, his voice low and breathy as he slides his pants down his hips.

You don't even get to comply before he’s yanking your garments off himself, unveiling your body with jerked, impatient movements. “Much better…” he says, and for a moment you see it—that light in his eyes, the spark that both scares and thrills. But you’re easily distracted by the sight and sound of him pumping his cock as he stares at you so hungrily, as he drags you by the hip towards him and grabs you by one ankle, resting your leg over his shoulder. 

It strikes you how attractive the sight of him is, and you make sure to capture the memory: the slight crease between his eyebrows and the deepened flush across his cheekbones, his disheveled inky hair, the parted lips as he rubs the wet tip of his thick erection against your slit. The way the muscles in his abdomen tense and soft, barely audible moans leave him with each stroke. “Ready?” he asks but doesn't wait for an answer and you grit your teeth, watching the head of his cock disappear inside your body. “Good girl… just a little more, you can take me…”

“Suguru wait, it’s—” you cry out at the sudden thrust, your back arching off the bed.

He clamps a hand over your mouth, pressing down with his weight as you cry out against his palm. “… all in, it’s fine. I told you, like last time…”  

But last time it wasn't quite like this. Last time was a slow, tender affair full of exploration. This feels like an impending storm and he feels different too, but, at the same time, you find that you enjoy it. You wonder if it shows on your face despite your words.

He sank inside you to the hilt but now doesn't move, locking eyes with you. He’s biting down on his lip and his cock twitches inside your cunt, once, twice, a delicious feeling that makes you involuntarily tilt your hips upward. He’s aware enough to see it in your eyes, in the way your tongue peeks out to lick at the inside of his palm. 

Suguru smiles—there it is, that fox-like grin, a little tired but reminiscent of better, brighter days. Affection melts into the urgent need for him as he removes his hand from your mouth and slinks out of you slowly, torturously slow, until the thick head barely grazes your soaked pussy. 

Your vision sways when the sudden thrust slams right back into you. “God...”

“I know…” he gasps, his fingers digging into your hip bone, his other hand grasping the leg still propped against his shoulder. 

Another thrust leaves you dizzy, the angling of his hips changing as he leans forward, pressing more of his body weight onto you, and then—

He knows rhythm, he’s always had an innate understanding and empathy toward others, down to every level of their being. And now that sense of his must be at work because his pace is a lascivious crescendo, the long drags of his cock inside you harder and faster and just how you like them, his chest rising and falling shaken by his labored breathing. His eyes catch your stare, clouded with pleasure from the incessant, decadent ebb and flow. 

He fucks into you faster, until his skin is sleek with sheen and you're moaning helplessly from this sweet, merciless intrusion. In truth, you never have time, never enough energy to invest in someone else. It just comes with the territory, with the way of life most people would never understand. “Suguru,” you coo, and at the silent question in his eyes you add: “Harder…”

A huff of laughter escapes him and he wastes no time pulling out—you feel the loss immediately, a whimper your protest, but it’s short-lived as he turns you over. “On your knees.” 

You comply, rising to all fours in a breath. A slap to your ass nearly has you tumbling forward on the bed but the firm grasp on your hips won't allow it. He pulls you right back onto his cock, moaning softly as you involuntarily clench and squeeze, telling you how tight you are, how fine and slick you feel, all the while placing warm, shallow kisses along your spine. 

And then the world tilts sideways. You can hear nothing but the slap of his hips, feel nothing but the building rush inside as he pumps into you with vicious strength, pushing into you at a pace that has you quivering and crying out.

“Harder? Is that what you said?...” he asks, but there’s no trace of teasing or humor in his tone as he fucks you deeper, and the more you struggle the more bruising his hold on you becomes. 

You barely avoid biting on your tongue as your body shakes from his pitiless moves until you can’t take it anymore: your arms give way, and you fall over. 

“S-Suguru...” 

He keeps going, ramming you into the bed, sucking on your ear as you lie there and take it and take it and take it. For how long? 

“SUGURU—”

All you feel is the cleaving pleasure of an exquisite orgasm, a coil unwinding where your bodies are joined to spread like heavenly vines through your body. 

He flips you over at the same time, entering you and going completely still; his arms wind around you in a hot embrace. “I love… I love it when you do that…” he whispers against your neck, enjoying the uncontrollable spasming of your cunt around him. 

As you come down he picks up the pace again; your legs cross around his torso, your heels touching the small of his back. 

“That’s right…” you sigh as he groans into your neck, “Use me… use me…” 

“What?... Say that again... please.” His voice is pleading now, in direct opposition to the ruthless treatment from moments before. 

“I want you… to use me, Suguru,” you repeat, and oh how you mean it. He feels even deeper now, raising his head, your lips barely touching as he moves. “Use me! Use me-use me-god-fuck…” because he’s doing just that, moaning against your mouth as your hands come fisted in his hair and you pull. His movement is erratic, rhythm and all failing before successive, incessant, desperate pounding, so deep it hurts and—

His hips stutter once, twice, and he clutches at you fiercely when warmth floods your cunt, hot cum spurting as he keeps you trapped beneath him until you’re full of it. 

You lie there, chest to chest, breathing each other’s air. Your fingers ease the grip on his hair. When he tries to move, your hands press down onto the hard muscle of his ass. “Stay inside me for a while longer?...”

His amber eyes soften; you can feel his heart beating against your chest as though it wants to burst free of its own cage. Suguru doesn’t answer but tilts you both to the side, an arm wound around your middle, the other on the thigh draped over his hip, keeping you entangled. 

You’re spent, all the life force drained from your body, while he looks as though he’s run a marathon without pause: face flushed, muscles gleaming, tense and warm against your softness. His honeyed irises are brighter.

“Did it help?...” you ask, tucking yourself against his chest. The distant roll of thunder returns outside.

“Help?… Oh, yes, absolutely yes, of course. But…” he pauses, like the times he does when mulling over the right words. A trace returns of the Suguru you know most of the time: the gentle, responsible one. He’s usually so selfless and kind, that one would be hard-pressed to believe he’s caused the bruises currently forming on your hips.  

“But?” you ask, barely able to stay awake now; he’s so, so warm, and so close, and your mind can barely process coherent thoughts.

“I…”

You never hear the rest, drifting away, light and content as a leaf wayworn by the wind. Tomorrow… all else can wait until tomorrow.

[edensrose]

Keigo Takami married you for all the wrong reasons; maybe that's why Heroes and villains don't mix

ANGST???, my friend suggested this for me so kill them not me LMAO, Undercover!hawks x naive!villain!reader. Okay, this might actually be OOC but think of this as the interaction with Twice and Hawks, okay? (Let me cook) Warning : implied situationship. Not proofread, sorry for typos.

English isn't my first language!

This was suppose to be a fake marriage in Keigo's eyes, but to you, he was everything.

His plan was simple; become a spy in a family business of villains, grabbed the information, and leave. Everything was in order when your father wanted to seal the deal with him, that he can only join the private business if he married you.

But hey, anything for the mission, right?

Maybe he showed too much affection towards you. Hugging you, kissing your forehead, maybe having intimate moments too. Because when he got what he wanted, he cut the heartstrings off from himself.

“So, this is all fake?” you gripped onto your top, where your shattered heart supposed to be, “You were just using me to get the information from my father?”

You expected him to say “No, that's not what I mean!” or “You know I still love you.” or along the lines of that. You need him, you yearn him, you have been longing him to love you because you felt like he loves you. He plays the part of what a husband would say.

Something broke inside of you when he said;

“Yes.”

“What...?” you muttered in shame; to him or yourself? You'll never know. You just feel shame.

“All of this is fake because I am trying to save the world from your wrongdoings.” and Keigo said it. As a hero, he must save the world. But, you wish him as a lover, Keigo could have been honest towards you.

“If you can save the world, I can save us!” you said, desperately. Keigo hissed your name but you cut him off, “I'm trying to save both of us. We can still make it wor-”

Keigo shouted your name. In rage and no remorse. As he pants, he said,

“We either save us or the world; we can't have both.” Keigo placed his wedding ring on the table,

“and I made up my mind, kid.”

Right.

Heroes care more about strangers who treat them like weapons than lovers.

Your father was right.