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horror, gore, cat, and death rankesque
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I am nobody's priority
I am replaceable
I am the last choice when nobody else gives them the time of the day
I am a rag doll that everyone plays with and immediately gets tossed around
I am never good enough for anyone
I am an empty void that gets filled until someone better comes along
I am an addon
I am forgettable
I am just a placeholder and that's how it always is going to be
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(rob zombie voice) living dead girlllllll
kinda sorta follow-up doodles to this, frankenmandy feat. lynn lavenza for funsies
#normal people who follow me. i will admit this is literally just freak activity#i try not to post suggestive stuff bc i want my blog to be accessible but this one is a tad questionable lmao#saw#saw III#amanda young#lynn denlon#shotgunshipping#lynnmanda#? i think#this is my creature feature thank you for coming#i referenced a frankenstein ballet performance for two of the these three drawings btw. hence the lynn lavenza joke#(the scenes are between the creature and elizabeth lavenza)#just a fun fact idk i'm nerdy about frankenstein. nobody's reading these tags anyways#đ©žart tag
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practice makes perfect!
#was gonna post this on my main ig but then was like.. the normies dont need to know the extent of my CrazyâŠ#he is so excited!!! look at him go!!!! yay! đđ©žïżœïżœ#fanart#art#the riddler#edward nashton#the batman#the batman fanart#what the hellđ why are the colors so washedđ tumblr what the freak!!!!đđ
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how do we feel about this art ,,
[ I FOUND THIS ON PINTEREST, SO, SORRY IF THIS IS A REUPLOAD
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YOUR FUCKING NAME/HANDLE/USER IS IN THE GODDAMN CORNER
cough anyway glad thats out of the way ]
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#saw#saw x#saw franchise#tobin bell#shawnee smith#sawsource#sawposting#billy the puppet#behind the scenes#moviemaking#filmmaking#horror#horror movies#horror films#dailycinema#dailyhorrorfilms#dailyfilmactors#dailyfilmsource#cinematicsource#gore lover#tw: fake blood#tw: blood#cw: gore#movie: saw x#saw x (2023)#saw movies#mine: post#HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY SAW X!đ„łđ„łđđđ©žđ©žâïž
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What about some mixed Simeon nsfw or kink headcanons?
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Nsfw!
just random kink / nsfw? I can do that anon!-
CW: Mixed kinks- nothing weird ân sleepy / rambling while I typed this so yea-
Heâs a service switch! your pleasure comes first- simple as that <3
Praise kink! Duh- he loves hearing you tell him just how good heâs making you feel and how you love what heâs doing to you!! and heâs always praising you, telling you how lucky he is to have you, to touch you like this, how amazing your body is. vv soft when he gets into it.
Body worship!!! Ties in with the praise kink- Simeon gets so cute and flustered when you tell him how pretty/handsome he is while kissing him. and you know heâs going to return the favor, kissing every inch of your body, while telling you how gorgeous you are.
Mutual masturbation, Simeon fuckinâ loves it- seeing you all open and how wet you are. Itâs like youâre getting yourself ready for him makes his heart race and cock throb- one of his favorite ways to do this is when he lines his hips up with the edge of the bed and ruts against it, while watching as you lean back on the headboard, just out of reach and work yourself to your orgasm separately, but together. ân itâs reallyyyyy sexy to watch him crawl up on the bed toward you-
You edging him!!- could be with your hand or mouth- Simeon enjoys when you get him right to the edge of release, where heâs starting to ïżŒpant a little and you can feel his cock twitching and heâs soooo close, just a little more, andâŠ.no, no, no!! Whyâd you pull away??? Itâs so HOT mean!!! the way youâre watching him squirm with such a sweet smile on your face, heâll complain about you stopping, breathless little whines about how unfair youâre being!!- but the adorable blush running up his neck and those louder, needier, moans he keeps giving you say something completely different~
Big into aftercare too, while itâs more of a shared activity for you two- whatever youâve done to him, or heâs done to you- in the end you both get a bath ready together and massage each others sore muscles, pressing soft kisses on any red marks-
Just taking care of each other after after sex can be so sweet ân romantic <3
#oh wowz first smut post of 2024âŠ..#đ©ž anon!#1 am thots~#obey me simeon smut#obey me simeon x reader#obey me smut#obey me!#x reader#smut#simeon x reader#obey me simeon#om! smut#obey me#om!
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I Donât Know Where To Put My Hands
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Keigo comes home, just for a bit, in the middle of spying on the League of Villains. He needs you, he needs this. And you love him. What else is there to say?
Word Count: 6.7k
Warnings/Tags: Pro Hero!Reader, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Reader Has a Vagina, Extremely Dubious Consent, Unhealthy but Loving Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Masochism, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury from Sex, Fluff but Evil
FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3
Communication from Keigo had all but disappeared after the battle in Kamino. He didnât even text anymore. He certainly didnât call. He didnât even send mail, or notes, or anything. Civilians spotted him, even around the very city they lived in, as the tags you had alerts on for notified you, but he didnât make any effort to contact you.
You tried to be calm about this. He was still alive. Thatâs what mattered. If he wasnât trying to talk to you, it was because he couldnât.
But that was a scary thought, too.
You thought about asking the Commission for a short leave. It was the Holiday season, so many other heroes were beginning to stagger out their own leaves. But that only made you more hesitant to do so in turn. Your agency- Hawksâs agency- was always close to reaching âunderstaffedâ numbers. You wanted to be there to help fill in the gaps. Especially with the biggest gap right at the helm of the agency. What was important these days, as the voice in your mind that sounded a lot like Keigo reminded you, was how the public saw the heroes. The best thing they could do was bring hope- so you kept busy making public appearances, trying to just keep up with him.
When you finally got home at the end of that week, the end of your set of patrols, you were exhausted. You were distracted by your phone when you unlocked your door and went in. You tripped over the threshold of it, barely catching yourself with your wings. You looked back at your stoop for what had made you fall, and saw a red book waiting for you.
Attached was a note. âFrom: Kâ.
Your heart dropped. You lunged for the book at once, picking it up and flipping through it. Just like you suspected, there were many highlighted portions.
You and Keigo had been working side-by-side for years, and though actual partners for longer, you knew a couple of the more intimate details of what the Commission dragged Keigo through. Youâd known for a long time that skills associated with espionage would be necessary. The two of you had made up your own.
You flipped through the book, barely registering what it was even about, as you hurried to shut the door and locked all the locks behind you. You fluttered about quickly, drawing the curtains and blinds while opening the book with one arm. There was nothing else written not in code. You settled in on the couch and began to decipher.
You used a cipher, always based off of a word or phrase or date only you would know. The cipher that worked would correlate to the level of danger they were in or amount of secrecy they needed. You worked your way up three levels, to the day of your anniversary.
âBeing watched by LOV.â Reading that alone had made the ever growing anxiety worse. Is that what he was doing? Something involving the League of Villains? âNo big danger now. Keep ear to ground. Lay low. Attack in four months. Hope to come home for New Years. Miss you. Love you. Be safe. Keigo.â
You sighed out a long breath you didnât know you were holding, shutting the book and resting your forehead against it. Heâd held this book, had written in it with care. You wished he had left anything else, though the messy handwriting on his note was nice.Â
All of the feathers youâd had from him had faded, gone a very dark, dull red- a sign that they had died. Keigo no longer had control over them, and could no longer hear or feel through them.
If they were going to attack in four months, did that mean that he would be away until then?
You tried to clear the thought from your head. He was on a mission. Clearly one that even he took seriously. For now, you needed to take over as the cool-headed hero that everyone wanted. For now, you needed to take care of the Agency. Keigoâs image as a hero didnât need to suffer, even if he was away.
You could do this. You would wait for the next couple of weeks, until you might be able to see him again. Keigo wouldnât have mentioned it if he wasnât decently sure that heâd be able to come back.
Heâd be alright on his own. Heâd be alright on his own. You set the kettle on to boil and made his favorite tea. It gave you an idea.
Over the next couple of weeks, you left things out for him. Boxes outside with small notes, assurances left in code. Sweaters and smooth pebbles and old trinkets theyâd collected over the years, so that wherever he laid his head to rest, it would feel a little more like home.
He took them. Sometimes it was overnight, sometimes days or a week went by without them being taken. But he always did, and he always left something in return. A shiny, pink shell. One of his feathers. One of the silver rings he always wore, too big to fit anywhere but your thumb. You took to wearing it around at once, rubbing it when you were nervous or overwhelmed, thinking of him, thinking of his hands.
 New Years came limping around the corner. You sent everyone in the agency home with warm smiles and their much-desired bonuses. You went back to your own home alone, shuddering under your coat. The Christmas tree had already been put away- because it had never gone up. You and Keigo always took it out together, decorated it together.
You hadnât spent a Christmas without Keigo before since youâd met him. Even before you were dating, when the two of you found out you had no one else to spend it with, the agreement to visit each other came almost immediately. That very first time, youâd waited to put up the tree until that very day, and you hadnât managed to finish decorating until heâd gotten there. You were ashamed- but he was just excited. He asked you, stars in his eyes, if he could help. He confessed, words rushed and still half-flying, that heâd never gotten to before. You didnât ask and he didnât offer. You handed him a box of mismatched ornaments gladly.Â
That night, youâd sat around the tree, the sight of threadbare branches and two gifts perhaps looking pitiful to anyone else, but there were lights. Keigo had gone and gotten lights mid-way through, saying heâd been struck by inspiration, and he hadnât come back for quite a bit since most of the stores were closed, but they were beautiful. Youâd turned the rest of the lights in the house off and just basked in the warm glow of them. They reminded you of Keigoâs eyes, a bit. That was the first time youâd rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his wing around you.
You couldnât help but be upset that he hadnât even mentioned Christmas, much less apologized for missing it, even if it felt a little childish. You felt homesick more often than not. All you wanted to do these days was lie in bed, lounging around in his baggy clothes, twirling dead feathers between your fingers.
You left him a gift before Christmas. When you saw that he still hadnât picked it up the next day, all you could do was sigh. By the time New Years came around, the gift remained by your doorstep. You began leaving less and less, just to stop crossing that threshold.
You baked cookies that night. You lit candles and dimmed the lights and listened out for sparkles and fireworks all over. Youâd started hating fireworks when you started dating Keigo. Heâd made a joke once about having to fly through them and it made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. He was as flammable as a bundle of dry straw. The heater was on, but you still wore one of his old, tacky Christmas sweaters around. You popped open a bottle of Champagne and poured yourself a glass.
You had a bad feeling, but you pretended like you didnât. You glanced at the clock. Keigo wouldnât have given you false hope- no matter how optimistic he was. But eventually, the clock struck eleven, and you were two glasses of champagne and batches of cookies in, and there was no sign of him.Â
You groaned when you finally heard the clock mark the hour, resting your forehead on the cold of the kitchen table.Â
Why were you so miserable without him? You obviously could never know, but you were willing to bet money on the idea that Keigo was not nearly as shaken up about it when he was away. In fact, the more dangerous a task he was about to embark on, the happier he seemed to send you away. A familiar coil of bitterness rose up in you. After all this time, he didnât trust you. He didnât think you could hold your own, not next to him.
But maybe heâs right, You mused, munching miserably on your cookie. After all, he goes away and I spend all my time sick and moping and thinking about him. God, I really am useless.
Maybe you should get a cat. Keigo was never their biggest fan, and they didnât do well around his wings, but you really wanted one for times like these. And if he was going to spend this much time away from now on, what did it matter?
You were idly scrubbing a dish when the clock went off at midnight. Screams erupted from every direction around you, the sound of illegal fireworks, the cheers of loved ones celebrating with one another.
Honestly, you thought youâd be more sad, and angry, and disappointed. But you werenât. The hour passed and it was the next year and Keigo wasnât there to celebrate- like he always was- even though he said heâd try to make it and it didnât hurt nearly as bad as Christmas. There was no one to call, no one to text. You finished washing the dish and downed the last of your glass, before pouring yourself another.
You settled onto the couch. You werenât ready for bed yet, not with the sounds outside. You scrolled through a million shows and movies before settling on one youâd seen a million times, like white noise. It was past one am, and you had finished up your millionth game of Sudoku when you heard someone at the door.
Fear rang through you, at first. You were alone, you were tipsy, and your hero brain whispered that nobody would hear your screams with the din of New Years around you. You jumped to your feet the best you could, setting aside your glass and phone at once, preparing to defend yourself when you heard keys turn the lock.
It was Keigo. Of course, of course, it was just Keigo.
All of the resentment, all of the bitterness, all of the anger you told yourself youâd take out on him softened at once when you caught sight of him. Not only because he looked more tired than youâd seen him in a long time- with uncharacteristic bags under his weary eyes, slumped shoulders, and wings noticeably smaller than usual- but just becauseâŠ
Because it was Keigo. Because, miraculously, he looked like he needed you more than you needed him.Â
âYouâre awake.â He sounded surprised. He didnât look it. Maybe he was too tired to even look surprised. He locked the door behind him, but didnât move from across the room.
âI was-â You words caught around the lie. âI was waiting for you.â But he beamed, and you were glad you hadnât told him the truth. Oh, Keigo. Always the optimist.
âIâm home now.â
âYeah,â you walked to him, pace increasing with every step, until you were flinging yourself into his arms. Keigo, for his part, was more than ready. He caught you easily, and no more conversation was needed. When you kissed him, his face and nose and mouth were all cold, and he held you like a dying ember. The way you fell into each other reminded you of the moment youâd managed to catch him after the battle in Kamino, behind the alley, a moment you had been unable to stop yourself from replaying and replaying and replaying.
There was no thinking to be done while you were kissing, your mouths opened immediately for each otherâs. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, indulging both of you in the kiss. He turned the two of you, pressing you flat against the wall. His kisses fell against your chin and neck, and then all at once-
âKeigo!â You gasped, which was the only thing saving it from being a scream as Keigo sucked at the skin on your neck hard. You squirmed, thrashed really, in his arms, trying to push him away, but it was fruitless. âWhat are you- Keigo, oh my God-â Your voice was just a whimper by the end as he barely even reacted to you. âW- wait, you canât-â
The Commission had strict rules involving appearance. Some were obvious: no alterations may be made to the uniform without going through one of their designers, heroes must appear at the scene relatively kempt (unless coming from another battle), tears or rips must be mended by next appearance. But there were other, unwritten rules, pertaining to the professionalism of the costume. No hero could be caught drinking or smoking in their uniform. No hero should be seen doing non-heroic activities in their uniform. And, of course, famously, hickeys were not allowed to be showing while they were in uniform.
Everyone claimed to have a friend of a friend who had gotten in trouble for it, to the point that it was just something heroes knew to avoid while participating in⊠more illicit activities. But it had happened closer than that to the two of you. In fact, Keigo had once gotten in massive trouble when the Commission caught him with a hickey that you had given him. It was (mostly) an accident, and they hadnât suspected where it actually came from, but he was put on night patrol with no breaks for the next couple of weeks.
You were extremely apologetic, but not enough to accompany him out all of those times.
Ever since then, you were both careful about it. After all, they really didnât need the scrutiny that the Commission was trying to protect them from in a roundabout way. Not only would Hawksâs fangirls go ballistic if they thought he was actually seeing someone, but it would invite people to speculate on who. And nothing good would come of that.Â
This was to say, it wouldnât be good if either of you showed up to your job with a lovebite visible on your necks, and concealer could only last for so long in a job like yours. The two of you whined and bitched about it, but for the most part, you reserved your marking for things below the collar, even if the âclaimingâ of it all was half the fun.
Until tonight, apparently. Keigo was still sucking and biting at your neck like a man starved. âSorry- sorry,â It sounded genuine, he sounded almost hurt him, but he didnât stop. âNeed- Need something permanent- need it to last-â
And it did hurt. You werenât prepared for the sharp heat of it- but it was good. It was so good, Keigoâs lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, making you feel a mind-numbing pain derived intimately from his own mouth, his face buried into your neck, while he was holding you close together. And he was marking you. He was marking you and everyone would know you belonged to someone and entirely irrationally, for a split second, you hoped they would know it was Keigo.
He growled and pressed open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to your neck, before licking a stripe up your throat and swirling his tongue over what must have been the forming bruise. your head was going fuzzy from the abuse of your neck. You barely recognized the usual care he treated you with, even in their most morally bankrupt moments of fornication. Instead, he bit down on another part of your neck and started the process again.
You threw your head back and gave in, moaning and bucking your hips against him. This only seemed to egg him on, as his kisses grew more frantic and messy, and a heavy sort of note joined his panting, like he was moaning with every breath.Â
Your neck was starting to feel wet at this point, but you didnât care. You could feel every move he made down to your pussy, and it was leaving no room for anything to go to your brain.
Several marks later, Keigo finally seemed to remember that there were possibly other ways that he could have you- though he didnât give you any warning of this thought at all before he pulled you away from the wall and fell to his knees. This would have been alright, hot even, if you werenât still attached to him. You yelped as they dropped, performing a clumsy combination of your arms flailing and still clinging to Keigo as he went down.Â
But you didnât collide with the floor, you were simply on his lap now, nails digging into his clothes and back. He took the second of your confusion to tear off his work jacket and reveal the compression shirt underneath. You dearly loved the eyeful of his lithe muscles you got through the tight fabric. You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders appreciatively.
âYou know, you could have given me a heads up,â You meant to scold him, but it came out more as a sort of pout. But Keigo didnât laugh like he usually would have, didnât even smile. He sort of frowned distantly as you spoke, staring only at your lips. âKeigo?â You brushed a lock of flaxen hair behind his ear. âAre you oka-â
âNo,â He shook his head, his voice thick with something you couldnât name. He took an unsteady breath and shook his head, looking somewhere just past you. âN- no, Iâm-â The glint in his eyes wasnât right. You were contemplating it when he sprang back into action. He lunged, pinning you under him on the floor, but his arms had broken the worst of your fall. Still, you cried out in surprise, Your world suddenly in an entirely different orientation. Keigo licked and nibbled at your ear as he pulled off your- his- sweater roughly, the friction of it burning for a second. He tossed it aside carelessly before returning to his position right on top of you. His hands squeezed and groped at your chest painfully- and not in a good way.
Your head spun. What was going on? This was nothing like Keigo. Even when he was rough, it was usually only because you had asked for it, or confirmed it was what you wanted at least once. Every once in a while, you even had to egg him on. But this- this felt careless and crude, bouncing between the two extremes of him being too intense and not there with you at all.Â
âOw,â You hissed, but it was really more of a whisper. You were almost afraid to snap him out of the trance, even as he bruised you in places you werenât accustomed to. âOw-â
âPlease,â He whined. His mouth was against your chest, he had begun to work his way down. He sounded⊠truly pitiful. âPlease, I- I need- I canât-â He sat back up and away from you, running a hand through his hair, only for half of the strands to fall back into place right after. You finally got a good look at him, closer now than across the room. He was frantic, searching. His eyes darted around your face wildly, but he didnât seem to find what he was looking for. âPlease.â He slumped down again on top of you like his strings had been cut, all at once, landing hard onto you.
âAre you on something?â You wondered aloud. âItâs- itâs fine if you are, but you should tell me, Kei-chan-â
âNo, no.â He shook his head frantically. âNo, I swear, I just-â He tugged at your pants. His eyes grew pleading, beseeching. âPlease-â
This wasnât how you pictured their reunion. But he was looking at you with those desperate eyes, and you could only ever be the personyou were.Â
Keigo was hurting. You could help him. As always, you could do your service by helping him, by being at his side.
You didnât speak. You just nodded. Keigo breathed out what could only be a sigh of relief and tore your pants off. You were wet, your moments of hesitation unable to strip that awaym especially not when Keigo spread your legs and dipped his fingers into the place that you had wanted him for weeks. Thankfully, he didnât finger you. You shuddered a bit to think of what his thick, rough fingers would have felt like inside you in this state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your knee and then tapped you gently on the ass. âFlip over.â
He didnât need to tell you twice.you turned and assumed your position, ass in the air and face against your arms on the floor. There was a second where it was just ou, in the dark, your face warm with your breaths and the sound filling your ears. Maybe- maybe it would be easier this way, unable to see his face.
There was no preamble before Keigo slammed in.
âOh my GOD!â You shrieked, nails digging into the hardwood floor in front of you and leaving gouge marks in their wake. âOh my fucking God,â He took you with a speed and strength that truly belonged on a battle field. Every other stroke or so hit your cervix, entirely bottomed you out with that thick cock of his, a Russian roulette of pain that entirely cleared your mind.Â
âFuck,â He cursed. He gripped your hips brutally, but you didnât even feel it over the flood of sensation below it. He pulled you back and forth against him like you were an to for him to use, something small and thoughtless he could move as he pleased. âFuck, yes,â He hissed through his teeth sharply. âHoly fuck, you take it so good, look at you- taking my cock so fucking good.â He babbled.
âPlease,â You choked out, eyes rolling back so faryou couldnât see anything other than stars. âP- please,â A broken gasp wracked through your chest like a sob. In fact, you rather thought you were sobbing. Your fingers and hands jumped and convulsed, just trying to hold on, to regain any sort of footing as he fucked you into the floor. you didnât even know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For more? For him to hold you, just hold you, so you could sit in the silence and look at the Christmas tree?
Your safeword danced on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could say that you hadnât used it to be a good girlfriend, that youâd suffered through it all silently because it was clear he needed you, that you were kind and benevolent- but the truth was that you simply couldnât even string enough of a thought together to control your tongue enough to say it.
âPlease-â He panted, pleaded, âBaby, say my name-â His voice broke around the syllables. âI- I need to- pl- please, saymyname-â
âKei- ei- go- oh-â Each sound was broken up by the bounce of you against his cock. You couldnât speak properly even if you wanted to. You slurred his name, your tongue too heavy in your mouth, too confusing to move properly. âKei- go!â
âYes, yes, yes,â He whined, bending over your body. His chest pressed against your back. He was all over you, inside you, above you, all-encompassing. Each thrust sent your body back and forth against the floor, scraping against the skin of your face and arms. Your knees ached from holding yourself up on the hard surface. Your legs trembled, weak with the strength it took to even stay up. âSo tight, so fucking tight-â
âKeigo- w- wait, please-â You gasped out, but the words were unintelligible to even your ears, too breathy and muffled and confused, too pierced through with your moans. Instead, all Keigo heard was âpleaseâ. The next couple of thrusts were even harder.
Your mind and body couldnât take it any longer, you tensed, trembled so much your limbs began to hurt, and came so hard you saw white. The scream you let out was guttural, and gave its way into sobs. Your whole body gave out, but unfortunately, Keigoâs grip didnât relent, he hardly even noticed. âPleasepleasepleaseplease-â. You keened pitifully. âKeigo-â
His grunts and noises had become animalistic. There were no more words or pleas from him. Instead, he moaned his own release, slamming into you with absolute abandon, finishing inside you by using his bodyâs weight to pin you all the way to the floor. You were squeezed between the two unrelenting surfaces, as Keigo came as deep as he could possibly go, gravity assisting him in his terrible mission.
Finally, finally, he was still.
He breathed heavily above you as you shook and trembled and just tried to do the monumental task of catching your breath or moving your limbs. Your hands shook so hard it looked like you had tremors when you tried to draw them back into yourself.
Every body part that you could think of ached in one way or another. You tested different parts of yourself, operating them like a puppet who had just gained control of their own body. It was a long while before Keigo let up, long enough that you had almost forgotten it was him on top of you. You lifted your own face from the floor. It was wet. You hadnât even realized you were crying or drooling. Your hair stuck to your face with tears and sweat. you took a deep, shuddering breath.
Keigo pulled out. You felt his soft cock slip out of you and were astounded that the now-feeble part could have done what it just had. You remained on the floor, little will to move, no capacity to consider what he might think about it.
He laid his hand on your hip. âHey, do you wanna-â But you jumped. You hadnât meant to. But it was a motion so sudden it startled him. He blinked. And it came to him. The scene, the house, his love- it all finally appeared in front of him. âOh my God-â He breathed, expression stricken and horrified. âOh my God, baby bird, I- oh my God-â You tried to push yourself off the ground, but your arms gave out underneath you, and it looked downright painful as youfell. Keigo pulled you up at once and flipped you over, as gently, but quickly, as he could.
Keigo hoped, prayed, that it wasnât as bad as he suddenly remembered it all was-Â
When you turned, something in the back of your head warned you to school your expression into a more neutral mask, but it was too slow and quiet. But every bit of the shock and confusion you felt must have been evident on your face, because when Keigo turned you around, he shattered.
He dissolved into sobs, curling and melting onto you, into you. It only took a split second before you, too, were crying, until you were both wracked with it, holding each other. Clinging tighter than ever before.
There was nothing else to do.
*****
You woke first the next morning- and you woke in pain. The way your insides ached made you feel like maybe the phrase ârearrange their gutsâ wasnât as fun as it was before. You realized, when you went to the bathroom, that you had been bleeding. A wave of sickness. You put on a pad and walked carefully back to bed.
The noise of the bathroom alone had woken Keigo. He locked eyes with you as soon as you came out of the restroom. Your heart sank. You immediately tore your own away. You were really hoping he wouldnât wake for a while. He sat up as you got into bed, back towards him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment.Â
You gave in. You flipped over towards him, tossing an arm around his lap, your forehead against his hip. He rubbed a hand down your back, almost on instinct. You hated the way his hand jumped away once he realized what he was doing like nothing youâd ever experienced before.
You gave a gentle demand, âCâmere.â He obliged at once, shifting down to rest next to you. You were careful not to make eye contact, even as he stared at your face, watching your expressions like- well, like a hawk. You adjusted until you were lying on his chest, arms curled around him. He was sleep-warmed. Comfy. Smelled familiar.
It was still Keigo.Â
Just Keigo.Â
Always Keigo.Â
Only Keigo.
âIâm bleeding.â You said softly, shutting your eyes. You didnât know why. You didnât want to guilt him. You didnât really even want him to know. But you felt like he needed to. Deserved to, even. You listened to the sharp breath he took.
âFucking shit,â He breathed, and that was it for a moment. You pretended like you couldnât hear him crying. He pretended like he couldnât feel you do the same.
âWill you make me some tea?â You asked quietly, when you had both gone still and silent again. Keigo jumped up at once. He was just in his boxers, the ones he had pulled on last night when you had finally gone to bed in a daze.
âYes. Yeah. Of course.â He nodded, looking grateful for something to do. He hurried off to the kitchen at once. You laid on in warm space he had left on the bed. You tucked yourself in and sniffed the pillow heâd been lying on deeply. It smelled like him- like the man you knew and loved. In the kitchen, pots and pans moved around, water ran, the stove clicked to life.
It wasnât long before the smell of food filled your nose instead. It smelled like grilled fish and rice. After another couple of minutes, he walked in, holding your favorite mug.
âWhat kind?â You asked, pointing for him to set it down on the bedside drawer.
âYour favorite.â He didnât even let you react before he hurried out, âButIcanmakeyouadifferentone! I just- I thought that I- I guess I could have asked-â He winced at his own words, and you sighed.
âItâs fine, Keigo.â But your voice sounded tired, even to you, and his name rang cold. âThank you.â He hesitated. You buried yourself deeper under the covers. You just⊠didnât want to hear it right now. Thankfully, whether he got the message or simply couldnât decide what to say, he walked out of the room once more. After another ten minutes, you finally stood and came to the kitchen, wincing as you did so. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but the worried furrow in his eyebrows didnât unknot.
âH- Hey, good morning. I made breakfast.â He gestured around at the spread. You eyed it over. âI- um- thereâs fish and rice and miso soup and a rolled omelet- I made coffee, too, just in case- or we could- we could always order takeout or-â
âHey.âyou put your mug down on the table and walked towards him. His wings drew up, somewhere between fear and shame. He seemed to balance on a knifeâs edge as you stood in front of him. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his bare chest. âItâs okay.â You said softly, wrapping you arms around him and stroking at his back, between his wings.
Keigo nodded shakily, before finally hugging you back.
âI- I just- I didnât feel like me when I came in last night,â He babbled against the top of your head, âAnd Iâve- Iâve felt really lost in the mission, all of my interactions are being watched, I could only step away last night because-â He took a breath. You felt the shudder in his body. He was tense, like he wanted to hold you tighter, but was too afraid to. âI wanted to come back and feel like me, I wanted- I-â You hushed him. Keigo buried his face deeper into your hair. âIâmâŠâ Keigo started. You tensed. âIâm so-â
âDonât.â You snapped.
You had an unspoken agreement- the two of you never apologized. You were almost proud of it, your ability to move on from mistakes and stupid things the other had said. You gave each other space any time you had an argument, and came back with level heads and open arms. This was the first real thing either of you had, they were both bound to make mistakes. You were happy you both knew that, and found something that worked for you guys, even if other people didnât understand it.
Hearing him almost do so now made your throat tight and eyes burn.
âNo, really, what happened last night-â
âTakami Keigo.â You wrenched yourself out of his grip, instead grabbing him by the arms, pinning them to his side. The cruelty in the sneer and look and touch and name shocked him like ice water. âItâs fine. I said yes. I could have used my safe word. I ask you to be rougher all the time. It-â You cleared your throat. You removed your hands. âIt is fine. I need you to drop it.â
Keigo stared, face to face with bared teeth and anger. âOkay.â His voice was just a whisper.
You stared for one last minute before letting go and turning away, back to your tea.you took a long, deep draught, before something caught your eye. He looked where your gaze fell. It was a mirror, in the hall. You touched your neck. âI forgot about those.â You hummed, looking thoughtful. Keigo couldnât discern anything else from your expression, so he said nothing.Â
He turned away and grabbed a couple of dishes and began to plate everything up for the two of you. Before you sat down, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under you without a word. For this, at least, you were grateful.Â
You ate in silence for a while. It wasnât exactly comfortable. He found it a little hard to look at you, now, close up. He wished he could have been pleased to see you all marked up, but instead, you just looked⊠bruised. Battered. The way you did after a battle didnât go your way. There was an exhaustion in your eyes you couldnât fake and you didnât bother to hide.
âWhen are you leaving?â You asked, your voice carefully free of any inflection. He bit his cheek. Usually this question would be asked with the clear wish that it wouldnât be for as long as possible. But today, he was unsure.
âI was-â Any strength in his voice broke. âI need to leave tonight.â He admitted. You were entirely still for a moment, but just a moment. You resumed eating, without even looking at him the whole time.
âAlright,â Was all you said, soft and small and sad. Your utensils clicked, but otherwise, it was silent.
*****
The first day of the New Year was difficult. For once, you found yourself glad that Keigo was leaving. No matter what you did, you couldnât get rid of the silent stiffness that permeated all of your interactions. Perhaps the distance would do you good for once.
When night fell, Keigo had to leave. He stood by the door and you came to say your goodbyes. He held his arms out tentatively, and you fell in at once. He squeezed you tightly. You squeezed back.
âHow long will you be gone?â
âI donât know.â He answered honestly. ââŠProbably at least another three months.â Your heart sank. You knew that, but to hear it was another can of worms. âBut I will visit before then, I promise.â
âOkay,â Your voice was hollow with unshed tears. As he made to pull away, something desperate in you woke at once, and you held on tighter. âI- I miss you so much when youâre gone.â You rushed out, like he didnât know that already. âThis mission was so sudden, I went from seeing you all the time to not at all, and I donât know what youâre doing or how dangerous it is, and I donât even have anyone I can talk to about this because youâre who I talk to about things, please donât leave me.â Your pathetic plea rang in the air for much longer than was comfortable.
He spoke, âIâve been seeing you online again.â Picturing him seeing all the embarrassing headlines and memes and photos from your recent appearances made you groan. âYou have no idea how proud I am of you, or how much I miss you, too. Iâll tell you all about it the second I can.â He pulled away a bit, cupping your cheek in his large, warm hand, lifting your chin to look at him. âI donât- I donât want to do this again, okay?â His gaze was loving, and sincere. You nodded, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks silently. âI donât like it either, I promise.â He kissed your forehead. âBe brave, okay?â
âOkay.â You nodded, but the lump in your throat and chest hadnât gone away. He hugged you again, and you both rocked back and forth and back and forth.
âHey,â He said seriously. âI love you.â
That was another thing you didnât say. Or, at least, it was very rare. You really only said it when you didnât have to actually⊠say it. You wrote it in notes in code or texts. Occasionally, during a very intimate moment, or if you werenât sure you were going to see each other again.
You swallowed, wondering which one of these things was true now.
âI love you, too.â He wrapped his wings around you. Their hold was soft and strong, and you felt like you could breathe easier, even if your chest was tighter.
Finally, finally, you pulled away. âIâll see you soon.â He promised, and your lips met for one last kiss.
âSee you soon.â You repeated throatily. You waved with a miserable little half-smile as he slipped out the door, taking his bright red wings, all the color, and your heart from your world.
When you went out the next day, you remembered Keigoâs present and groaned unhappily, having forgotten to remind him of it- but when you went to check it, you saw that he had taken it, and left something in its stead.
It was a tiny box, covered in shiny, red wrapping paper. You stepped right back inside your place and tore it open, finding a ring box inside the first. Inside was a silver band made of metal feathers widing their way into a ring. Your mouth fell open at that alone, only to realize that there was an extra slit in the box.you checked the larger box it had come in. Inside was two photos- one that must have been of the advertisement, with your ring and a thicker-banded version of it- and the other was one of Keigo.
In the photo, he was somewhere far in the sky during sunset, pink and purple and orange and lovely all around him. He was beaming, always so handsome, but glowing with the halo of the sun and his smile. His wings were a blur behind him, but in front of him, his gloveless hand was fanned out, showing off his own ring from the matching set.
You laughed through tears, sliding the ring onto your finger. It seemed he hadnât forgotten about Christmas, after all.
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đ©žđŠ Little Modern Vampire Things:
Constantly tired during the day (they often stay up late at night, or all night, due to their nocturnal nature).
Always wearing sunglasses (but not insideâdonât want to look suspicious).
Constantly asking friends if their outfits look okay/if their appearance looks good (they canât see themselves in mirrors).
Drinking blood and saying itâs cranberry juice.
Drinking cranberry juice and saying itâs blood.
Visiting museums (finding their old belongings behind glass).
Having very long, dark eyelashes.
Going to cemeteries (for the aesthetic).
Acting surprised whenever someone says, âwow, your teeth are really sharp!â
Eating garlic bread publicly (gotta throw them off the trail!).
Wearing a lot of mysterious jewelry that is worth more than the average house.
Drinking a lot of coffee (with some blood added to sweeten it).
Wearing mostly all black (even in the middle of summer).
Staring off into the distance for hours.
Completely forgetting their birthday.
Completely forgetting their AGE.
Forgetting the year.
Having pristine hair. Usually straightened.
Often just âappearsâ and scares people on accident.
Star/moon gazing.
Adoring thunderstorms.
Keeping photo albums of their friends over the years, even the ones who are long gone. (Sometimes itâs hard to look through them, but the albums are their most important possessions).
Hating the awkward moment while standing on someoneâs doorstep waiting to be invited in.
(Feel free to add more in the comments)
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-tropic masterlist
Pt: -tropic masterlist /end pt
Under cut because this is ridiculously long, links to the posts aren't included due to the link limit. This is mostly intended for coiners to check if a term already exists, feel free to send an ask if you want a specific term - last updated August 14th, 2024 - tagging @tropicarchive
Absurdly sharp claws
Academic alpha bitch
A dog named cat
A dog named dog
Alas, poor villain
All for nothing
Always murder
Americans are cowboys
Ambiguous innocence
Ambition is evil
And that's terrible
Angelic abomination
Angelic beauty
Apocalypse anarchy
Apocalyptic Log
Ascended glitch
Ascended to carnivorism
Asshole victim
Auto-cannibalism
Ax-crazy
Awesomeness is a force
Badass adorable
Badass longcoat
Bad powers, good people
Battleaxe nurse
Battle Butler
Beauty to beast
Becoming the mask
Beneath the mask
Beware the nice ones
Big bad friend
Big brother bully
Big brother instinct
Big eater
Bitch in sheeps clothing
Border patrol
Bizzare alien sexes
Bizzaro universe
Black bug room
Blatant lies
Boss subtitles
Breath attack
Bunny-ears lawyer
Bury your gays
Butterfly of transformation
Camera fiend
Carnivore confusion
Chain-link fence
Cheery pink
Cherry blossom girl
Childhood friend
Childhood friend romance
Chosen one
Cloudcuckoolander's minder
Cold blooded torture
Companion cube
Control freak
Cooldown hug
Cool mask
Cool shades
Cool teacher
Cruel and unusual death
Cthulhumanoid
Cuckoo nest
Cumbersome claws
Cute little fangs
Cute and psycho
Cute kitten
Cute mute
Cuteness proximity
Ditzy genius
Digital abomination
Dispair event horizon
Dissonant laughter
Dissonant serenity
Dumb blonde
Empty shell
Evil counterpart
Eviler than thou
Evil diva
Evil gloating
Evil is petty
Evil laugh
Evil plan
Face-heel turn
Fallout shelter fail
Fangs are evil
Fashionable asymmetry
Faux affably evil
Flash of pain
Friendly enemy
Four eyes, zero soul
Gas mask mooks
Genki girl
Giggling villain
Girl of my dreams
Girly bruiser
Giving someone the pointer finger
Gun nut
Going for the big scoop
Great white feline
Gun twirling
Hate sink
Holy is not safe
Heart beat-down
Heroic bsod
Humanoid abomination
I am a humanitarian
Icarus illusion
I did what I had to do
If it bleeds, it leads
I just want to be normal
I just want to be special
I lied
Infinite
Immoral journalist
I'm not here to make friends
In love with your carnage
Innocent blue eyes
Intrepid reporter
Invisible to normals
It's all about me
Jade-Colored Glasses
Jerkass
Jerk jock
Just a machine
Kensington Gore
Knight in sour armor
Knight templar big brother
Killer rabbit
Killer robot
Kill tally
Lack of empathy
Laughing mad
Lets meet the meat
Living doll collector
Living emotional crutch
Lonely doll girl
Lonely piano piece
Loss of identity
Loony fan
Love makes you evil
Love makes you crazy
Mad love
Malevolent masked men
Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Medium-shift gag
Monster fangirl
Mentally unwell, special senses
Mirror universe
Monster mouth
More teeth than the osmond family
Multiple-choice past
Mysterious watcher
Murder is the best solution
My god, what have I done
Name that unfolds like lotus blossom
Nightmare fetishist
Nightmare fuel
Nightmare fuel coloring book
Not evil, just misunderstood
Noble demon
Not!
Obviously evil
Outlaw
Outlaw couple
Perky Female Minion
Panthera awesome
Pink heroine
Pocket Dimension
Poorly chosen one
Post apocalyptic gas mask
Pragmatic Pansexuality
Price on their head
Pretty princess powerhouse
Pre-violence laughter
Punished for sympathy
Psychopathic manchild
Purple prose
Put the laughter in slaughter
Psycho pink
Psycho supporter
Quick Draw
Radiation-induced superpowers
Radio voice
Reality warper
Red and black and evil all over
Red right hand
Replacement goldfish
Ridiculously human robot
Ripped from the headlines
Rock me, asmodeus!
Rose-haired sweetie
Scary shiny glasses
Sealed evil in a teddy bear
Shmuck bait
Secret-identity identity
Serious business
Showdown at high noon
Silk hiding steel
Small girl, big gun
Sinister shades
Snow means death
Snow means love
Smug snake
Stalker with a crush
Stepford smiler
Sunglasses at night
Super-fun happy thing of doom
Tarot motifs
Teen idol
The caretaker
The faceless
The gunslinger
"The reason you suck" speech
The stoic
The tragic rose
The voice
Then let me be evil
There is no kill like overkill
Third-person person
Trans Equals Hypersexual
Through the eyes of madness
Tragic ice character
Trashy true crime
Tropical island adventure
Truth in television
Unholy matrimony
*Twang* hello
Uncanny Valley
Undercover as lovers
Unstoppable rage
Uptight loves wild
Villain song
Vile villain, laughable lackey
Villain ball magnet
Villain with good publicity
Wanted poster
Visions of another self
We can rule together
Went crazy when they left
White and red and eerie all over
White mask of doom
Wight in a wedding dress
Wild west
Zen survivor
Zipping up the body bag
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Bloodraven by @mooreaux đŠâ⏠đ©ž
Astarion Ancunin & Branwen Barivir.
#posting it here because mooreaux gave me two versions#and i wanted to show it off a little#COMMISSION MOOREAUX THEY ARE INCREDIBLE#bloodraven đ©ž đŠââŹ#thats their ship name because branwen is raven coded and astarion is a lil bloodsucker#astarion ancunin#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion
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Heâs sick again-
#fanart#art#re4r leon#leon kennedy#re4 remake#re4 leon#re4 fanart#resident evil 4#re4#I need to post in general more..#insaneartđ©ž
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when you're about to get your morally bankrupt batsh*t insane ass strapped to a table and have horrible things happen to you but you felt cute so you took a photo beforehand. Kim Jae Wook ily never stop doing this ever
#tv: death's game#death's game#seo in guk#park so dam#kim jae wook#kim jae uck#kim ji hoon#kdrama#local gay watches k-dramas.txt#he posted this on his Instagram with đšâđšđȘđ©ž in a line when i tell you i lost my sh*t. when i tell you i nearly yelled i cannot with him
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happy pride month to whatever freaky shit was going on in saw iii tbh
#art#saw fanart#saw iii#amanda young#lynn denlon#done amanda posting 4 the night#can u tell who my fav is#đ©žart tag
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just realized i never posted this hereâŠ. hm, gay people âïžđłïžâđ
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me oc#obey me mc#swd obey me#obey me mephistopheles#my art#obey me mephisto#đȘŠ.oc posting#â°ïž.obeymc#đ©žđ·
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javier peña in every episode of narcos
2x02 cambalache
okokokokok so can sombody explan to me hwat the fucj is goin on here cuz i nee
#pedro pascal#javier peña#narcos#narcos 2x02#đ©žcarly screencaps#javier peña in every episode of narcos#this is not what i planned on posting
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