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[4leon]

self-care :: leon s kennedy

not proofred, f!reader | warnings: none

leon was tired. anybody could tell he was tired. the growing bags under his eyes, his attitude becoming snappier, his injuries from work that went uncared for. your heart broke a little more every time he came home, how he looked so sick of always fighting. you missed those nights before he was a police officer, those night spent cuddled on the sofa in your shared apartment, sheets masks on your face as you watched a movie

and you could only imagine how much leon missed those calm and quiet nights, spent asleep in your arms — though, he would never admit how much he loved being cuddled up in your arms. he send the polaroids of him asleep, in such a vulnerable state, in your arms were so embarrassing

it felt like the first time in forever he got a break. it was a short one, only three days. but he was intent on spending as much time as possible with you

"hehe my pretty boy~" you giggled softly as you put the frog headband on leon's head, getting his long, blonde hair out of the way

"wow, quite the look." leon said sarcastically as he stared at himself in the mirror. the frog headband looked ridiculous on him, but he knew how much you loved when he let you do this stuff to him

"oh shut up, you look handsome like that." you grabbed your facial cleanser and squirted a little onto your hand. "how is your skin so like, clear? are you not the one who spends all day flipping around in dirt? it's no fair"

leon laughed as you rubbed the soap over his face, the liquid foaming up into bubbles as it cleaned his (already perfect) skin. "i don't spend all day flipping around in dirt. i only do backflips sometimes"

you chuckled before shoving his face under the faucet to rinse the soapy suds off his skin. he sighed, feeling himself relax under your (not very) gentle touch. it's been forever since he's gotten a chance to just lay back and let you take care of him. he always felt as if he should take care of you, but it did feel nice to be cared for like this. made him feel loved <3

you grabbed your moisturizer and squeezed a little out of the bottle, "i'm running out of moisturizer..." you whined as you dotted it around his face before patting the moisturizer over his skin. "i'll buy you more tomorrow, i'm taking my girl shopping." he spoke confidently. you smiled prettily and kisses his moist lips sweetly

you smiled and grabbed a cotton pad before pouring a small amount of toner of the pad. you gently tapped the across his handsome face. "perfect, one sec." you mutter as you opened the cabinet to grab some serums. "which one?" you asked, pointing towards three glass bottles. leon examined the labels, acting as if he knew what any of it meant

"the blue one with the pearl things i guess..." he said, grabbing the bottle in the center. you sighed and took the bottle, applying a little on his face before patting it in. "alright! now you're done! clean leon!" you clapped a little, sweetly grinning. althought self care night was not over. you still had two tubs of ice cream, your favorite flavor and leon's favorite flavor, as well as some of the old movies that leon hasn't gotten a chance to watch in forever.

sorry this is like rlly rushed but tbh i just wanted some fluff for leon. i appreciate all reblogs and replies, they mean the world to me tysm:)

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|The Rejected|

»»»It was just another day in the Glade, another Box day bringing a new greenie.

Nothing should've been any different than usual, so... Why did it become like this?«««

Gally•Fic (ftm reader)

!ooc!gally (I apologise), movieverse/bookverse/canon divergence!

Chapter•One | Chapter•Two | Chapter•Three | Chapter•Four | Chapter•Five | Chapter•Six | Chapter•Seven | Chapter•Eight | Chapter•Nine | Chapter•Ten | Chapter•Eleven | Chapter•Twelve | Chapter•Thirteen | Chapter•Fourteen | Chapter•Fifteen | Chapter•Sixteen | Chapter•Seventeen | Chapter•Eighteen | Chapter•Nineteen | Chapter•Twenty | Chapter•Twenty•One | Chapter•Twenty•Two | Chapter•Twenty•Three | Chapter•Twenty•Four | Chapter•Twenty•Five | Chapter•Twenty•Six | Chapter•Twenty•Seven | Chapter•Twenty•Eight | Chapter•Twenty•Nine | Chapter•Thirty | Chapter•Thirty•One | Chapter•Thirty•Two |Chapter•Thirty•Three | Chapter•Thirty•Four |Chapter•Thirty•Five | Chapter•Thirty•Six |Chapter•Thirty•Seven | Chapter•Thirty•Eight |Chapter•Thirty•Nine | Chapter•Fourty | End of Season 1 |

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(x reader)

!all characters are aged up 18-21!

!english is not my first language so sorry if stuff gets confusing!

!contains transphobia, misogyny, sexism, homophobia, violence, misgendering (using she/her)!

Main Account -> @mackjlee9

[multiwreckedmess]

Feburary Filth Fest 2023 Masterlist

spit play/hate fucking - Hongjoong

somnophilia - San

uniform - Felix

public sex/feminization - Hyunjin

dacryphilia - Lee Know (Minho)

auralism - Seonghwa & Felix

aphrodisiacs/overstim - Wooyoung

degradation - Seungmin

oral fixation - Han

threesome/ritual - Yunho & Mingi

impregnation - Seonghwa

nipple play - Mingi

mirror sex/edging - Hongjoong

soft dom/sub, roleplay, foodplay (valentine’s day themed) - Mingi

size kink - Yunho

sadism - Jongho

daddy kink/praise - Chan

femdom - Changbin

double penetration - Hongjoong & Seonghwa

deepthroat/collaring - San

voyeurism - IN (Jeongin)

masturbation - Yeosang

cheating/creampie - Hyunjin

pegging - Lee Know (Minho)

manhandling/strength kink - Changbin

omegaverse/vampire - Yeosang

furry/hybrid - Chan

mommy kink/breathplay - Wooyoung

[isaut]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ... 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. ao3

you meet rex on a friday night in a bar. it's the start of a whole lot of coincidences.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 — you meet rex at your favorite salsa bar. it's a romp to remember...

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — rex isn't late coming back, persay, but he's not unnoticed...

𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 — doing your weekend shopping, you get a little more than you bargained for...

𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — drinks with the girls! there's nothing suspicious about you here...

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 — sharing a sunset so close yet so far apart...

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — startled out of a dream

[mackjlee9]

Resident Evil (only Leon content)

Fluff/Angst

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii

ID!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii (ver.1) / pt.ii (ver2)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (prompt)

Leon Kennedy x Flirty!Male!Reader

SingleFather!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Werewolf!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (enemies to lovers)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Smut/Lime

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!FTM!Reader

Leon Kennedy Brainrot / pt.ii

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Dom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Leon Kennedy x Alpha!Male!Reader

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader x Carlos Oliveria

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

FTM!PowerBottom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

[nanaminxs]

JUJUSTU KAISEN.

SUGURU GETO.

ᵔᴥᵔ FWB w/ Suguru Geto (smut)

SATORU GOJO.

ᵔᴥᵔ First time. (smut) (suguru and Satoru)

Nanami Kento.

ᵔᴥᵔ Brand new watch? (smut)

Toge Inumaki (coming soon)

Toji Fushiguro (coming soon)

Ryomen Sukuna (coming soon)

Shiu Kong (coming soon)

Yuji Itadori (coming soon)

Megumi Fushiguro (coming soon)

Takuma Ino (coming soon)

HIROMI HIGURUMA.

ᵔᴥᵔ Head under his desk. (smut)

DC.

PICK AND CHOOSE.

ᵔᴥᵔ "Was I too rough?" (fluff ish)

BRUCE WAYNE.

ᵔᴥᵔ Bruce Wayne is Putty in Your Arms. (fluff)

JASON TODD.

ᵔᴥᵔ Sweater Weather (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Doggy Style With JT (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Silent Nights (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ "You're not alone, you never have to be." (angst)

ᵔᴥᵔ Oh, Roy's here too. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Blue Collar Jason Todd (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ "Do it again." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ "I love you. Always have, always will." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ FWB w/ Jason Todd (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Pussy eating god (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Head over heels smh (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ He's your top donator (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ "I'm about to fuck you like I could care less." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ You're dense. (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ AK Jasons favorite position? Doggy. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Can't be rough with his favorite girl. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ jasons first time with you. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Making you watch. (smut)

DICK GRAYSON.

ᵔᴥᵔ Doggy? Pass. Cowgirl! (smut) (Jay and Dick)

ᵔᴥᵔ "Lemme take care of you." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Certified Ass Grabber (fluff)

Duke Thomas (coming soon)

Cassandra Cain (coming soon)

Tim Drake (coming soon)

Barbra Gordon (coming soon)

Damian Wayne (coming soon)

Stephanie Brown (coming soon)

DANDANDAN.

Ken Tak- Okarun (coming soon)

Jin Enjoji (coming soon)

Momo Ayase (coming soon)

Seiko Ayase (coming soon)

Aira Shiratori (coming soon)

ARCANE.

Vi (coming soon)

Jinx (coming soon)

Ekko (coming soon)

Jayce "jaybe or jaybe not?" (coming soon)

Viktor "nation how we feeling?" (coming soon)

Vander (coming soon)

Mel (coming soon)

Sevika (coming soon)

COD.

SIMON RILEY

ᵔᴥᵔ Sundress (smut)

John Price (coming soon)

John Mctavish (coming soon)

Keegan P. Russ (coming soon)

Kyle Garrick (coming soon)

MORE TO COME.

MARVEL COMICS.

Peter Parker (coming soon)

Tony Stark (coming soon)

James "Bucky" Barnes (coming soon)

Steve Rogers (coming soon)

Shuri Udaku (coming soon)

Bruce Banner (coming soon)

Clint Barton (coming soon)

Maximoff siblings (coming soon)

Thor (coming soon)

Wade Wilsone (coming soon)

Natasha Romanoff (coming soon)

AND MORE.

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 .𝑪𝑨𝑭𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑬

[kitanaijin]

feathers in the attic | freakebana | part i. | blueberry trainwreck >> blackberry kush

yandere keigo takami x reader, goldfinch. words: 4567. explicit content. 18+ MDNI

He longed for a world where heroes had too much time on their hands.

No one knew better than his wives how he’d rather spend his days.

please be mindful of the ample warnings as we're all responsible for curating our own fandom experience✌️ this chapter contains neuro spice, chronic pain, non-consensual fingering, degradation, involuntary & forced orgasms, physical abuse, throat fucking, enforced sobriety, and mention of the breeding plot within the harem.

“Would’ve made a hell of a name.”

Lazing over a bed of flannels and plumage, you flip through the well worn pages of the magazine until you’ve found it.

You can still remember when an idol graced the cover. It’s an old issue from 2018 with a midsummer run, scratched to ruin ages ago. The full shoot was left virtually untouched along with the accompanying article. 

She’d posed so pretty, selling her story to perfection. Not that you could fully appreciate what she was promoting.

These types of interviews tended to lose their impact, dated as they were. 

No intimacy. No stakes or connection. No urgency in your step to rush to the nearest theater to support the little girl with a dream.

The farthest you could take yourself was the toilet.

Not quite the Library of Alexandria—but oh, how the loss of context tore you apart.

Within the confines of these four walls, time was a construct at your most lucid… a prison when you were dragged past the depths of your dark and twisty recesses.

The nights he’d sweep your broken body from the floor. Hold you in his crimson embrace and manhandle you to his whims. When all the fight left your lungs so you couldn’t even scream, let alone tell him no.

He stole your name twice over in a swinging pendulum of perception; Goldfinch for times you were his sweet girl… Bluebird when you were less than pliant.

It bruised him to see you scorn his affections, so he called you in kind.

He’d pin you down. Pry you apart. Fuck himself into your cunt and soul, leaving you a mere ragdoll to his desires.

You’d only ever been what he had demanded of you.

He wanted a victim, you could damsel with the best of them. This was a show that would go on with or without your approval.

He’d feed you. Rape you. Dry your tears.

Anything more than that, he can stand to spoil you.

Could’ve been hours before you’d feel him leave your side. Days, even. You’d hardly know the difference—only that his side was barren, cool to the touch as you washed a hand over the sheet… 

Here one minute, gone the next. Pain emanating and all your own.

Without the organic warmth of sunlight on your cheeks, you’d never feel the day break for yourself.

He took everything from you. Your power. Your will. Your life.

The room was set to a constant low light, controlled by the flick of his wrist and a tablet. 

Never natural and never enough, same as every inch of every room of this godforsaken place. A damn menagerie, down to the fucking temp. 

dry heat so you won’t catch cold… fans in the warmer months. 

He kept you maintained. Albeit depleted in your current state, but no one was about to accuse the bastard of neglecting you.

If they ever found his nest, that is.

Would it matter?

                         Would they care?

White knuckles hold the spine as the water bottle at your side loses the last of its tepid edge.

You can’t think about it. Mainlining dopamine where you could manage would have to get you through the worst of it for now.

Vivid colors punch a sigh from your lips, even muted in the dark like this. More than satisfied, you’re relieved. Manic thoughts swirl that someday he might deem the material obscene. He was a jealous man, mercurial by nature. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for him to tatter disagreeable content beyond recognition.

Maybe leaving the article unmolested was a gesture on his part, a bygone offering.

Perhaps he’d just overlooked the whole thing. It could mean nothing.

Fingers graze the gorgeous arrangements until you can match the scent into your mind and memory. Citrus and pome. Florals you haven’t thought to conjure in years. 

Freakebana.

You take your time tracing the header with a wavering touch before devouring the article.

Composition. Purpose. How to style your very own lovely item.

In another life you’d be all over this shit. You and your quirk.

Don’t think about it.

It’s a striking contrast that never fails to overwhelm you…

Sensual. A serenity that follows the warm blush of anthurium piercing the understated pears. Surreal. The next image featured a bit of Queen Anne’s lace and soft peonies over an orange. Vulgar.

The dissonance of rotting fruit and lush botany was breathtaking. The writer was on the fucking money in the best of ways. 

You had some trouble placing the last of the flowers through the hurricane wreaking havoc over your joints and muscles. Breath catching, the aches come roaring back.

You’ve passed the eye of the storm.

Just as well, you’re wrapping on your daily indulgence anyways. Spoil yourself now and you risk the brainrot of whatever envy you’ve got waiting in the wings.

You tuck the magazine under the mattress with a frown.

“Seriously.” Falling back on the mattress, you set the heels of your hands over your eyes. “Like taking a shower and having that perfect comeback all those hours later. So goddamn irritating.”

A voice cuts through the vent, where her wall meets your ceiling. “Never took you for the hero track.”

“Never said I was.”

You hone your focus on the neon numbers at your bedside, blinking away one hour to the next. 

The clock reads five fifteen. He’ll be darkening your doorstep soon enough.

A distant cry tickles your eardrums. You curl in on yourself, tremors washing over you with a groan. The contractions in your belly spread like a wildfire of pain past your thighs and calves. It’s all you can do to pull the sheet over your shoulders and bury yourself deeper.

Five thirty.

You’d thought to ask if she heard anything on her end but Magpie had long grown quiet in the room beside yours. It’s all you can do to force your bloodshot eyes open.

You have to stay awake—you can fall apart when he’s taken to the skies or buried six feet under.

Five fifty… 

Before sleep can take you, a near melodic taps hit your ears; the sweeping fingers of a key code just beyond your reach.

Keigo lets himself inside, his feathers shutting the door faster than you can think to act.

Not that it matters. You couldn’t fight him off if you’d been training from the start of your confinement.

Your eyes remain locked on the time. Jaw tight, you commit to refusing him.

Five fifty one.

He’ll be late if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up and get face time with every wife. There was a ritual to these things. 

Timing had to be down to an art form otherwise the fastest man would have to be late to the day job. Usually a punishment or two. 

Hate to do this, he’d say. Lies spewed past a tight jaw and a strained cock. 

Rather than present a front of urgency to the fact, he only lets out a long suffering sigh at the sight of you.

You hear his voice before you ever make his face. 

“I know you’re awake.” You tense under his avian gaze. “Was it another bad one?”

He drops the tray of breakfast and meds on a dresser you’ve always found woefully redundant. Then he’s crossing the room, shameless in his liberties over the unclaimed space.

The mattress dips beside you. His body runs flush against your back as an unwelcome touch traces shapes over your belly.

“Finch…” A plea on his lips, a warning to your ears. “I’m sure you don’t want to make a bad time worse. You know the kind of stress I’m under. C’mon, Songbird. You gotta give me something.”

Silence begets silence. He frowns in the darkness, ever waiting on a poised reply from his captive bride.

“Tell you what. You talk to me. You behave, I’ll see what I can do on my end,” he coaxes with his fingers carding through your hair. “We can have family game night. Maybe a movie?”

“So generous,” you rasp.

He hums into a modest shrug, pressing a kiss over your shoulder. “I thought so, at least.”

Smug fuck.

“You still have Starling on the suppressants?”

His wings posture around you reflexively. You have only a second to relish in the chaos before his grip is tightening. He pulls the hair he’s buried himself in. 

“I thought you were gonna be a good girl,” he accuses.

“That was your mistake… You’re the one who wanted me to sing.” Spite bleeds from your lips like a curse. 

“Really now.” He quirks his brow, almost impressed. “You know what, fair play.”

Drawing your head back for a torturous moment too long, he keeps you in those eyes right there with him. Molten and tragic—fixed solely on you. 

You catch your breath in the pillow, heaving into a series of coughs.

He passively regards you as the strewn feathers do his bidding. They haul you from the mattress, raising you up with ease. Remaining on the bed, Keigo knocks both wrists under his neck to lean on. 

Hands above your head, he has you bound and restrained midair. You watch the idle plumage sharpen in your periphery. Only two.

You can’t muster the fucks it would take to panic… Never mind the pleas to get out of this. 

The aches are ever present, blossoming upwards now. It grounds you, pins you to the moment as the feathers keep you locked in place. 

“Here I wanted to have a nice breakfast with all you pretty birds on my day off,” he grouses.

“The pain I’m in is killing me. Day in, day out. You leave me to wither and rot without a thought to my suffering. Not me, not any of us.” You’re absolutely raging beneath his phantom hold. “Fuck your day off.”

The blades move closer. Just a nick in the right place, that’s all it would take to end this nightmare for you. There’s nothing else for him to take.

“As much as I appreciate your blessing, I was already planning on it.”

One slice. And another. A mere whisper of cloth that leaves your breasts exposed.

Both straps of your silken nightdress come undone on his order. They turn the remaining scraps to ribbons until you’re completely nude for him.

Rising from the bed, his wings bristle ever so. 

Keigo takes his time sauntering towards you. Rounding the bed, he pops a grape in his mouth. It only takes one fallen feather trailing behind him to swipe pills from the very same tray.

“Not like either of us have anywhere to be. Why don’t I make you really sing, hm?”

Close as he is, you find yourself flinching. His calloused touch ghosts across your skin, breath fanning in tandem over your cheeks.

“What d’ya suppose I’m gonna find when I get down there.”

“Drop dead,” you curse.

Your head is knocked back into the wall before you even register the slap. A practiced hand slips inside your mouth to silence you, taking his time fucking you with his fingers. Never once does he break stride with the hand that keeps time over your pulse.

Your cheek burns. His fingers gag you as he smothers the sounds of protest at your airway. Emboldened by the sounds at his fingertips, his breath stutters over your cheeks as he ruts desperately against you.

He releases you. Presses on, low as he dares to tread in these little hours.

Down your chest.

Past your stomach.

Quick as a flash, he pulls himself from your mouth leaving a trail of spittle that runs down your chin. The absence leaves you fighting for your life, choking on air one minute and a scream the next. 

Deft fingers bite into your throat. You groan, arching into his touch.

“Tell me why you’re so interested all of a sudden,” he bids. “Couldn’t possibly be out of concern for me…”

You want to tear away from him. Claw his skin, his eyes. Those feathers aren’t granting you any favors—palms bleeding stigmata, their loyalties remain solely with the master who controls them.

You’re in a losing fight with the pain.

You’ll have to ride this out until he kills you or tires from the game. Fuck this and fuck him.

“Star…ling,” you grind out.

A weak swing of your legs is thwarted with ease. 

He loosens his touch some. You hurl your answer at him while there’s a fraction of a chance he’ll leave you alone.

“Lend me her power or up my dose… I don’t care, just give me enough to end it.”

This gives him pause. He hovers over your collarbone. You watch him swallow.

“I can’t live like this anymore,” you sob. “The pain is unbearable and you’re not letting me heal myself. No sunlight. No relief. I can’t sleep unless you put me under and it’s never enough. It was for me, Keigo.”

He sends for a feather to fetch his whims. Rests the heel of his waiting hand against your mons.

“That’s what you’re going with?”

You hang your head. “It’s the truth.”

His lips lock around your aching nipple just as he dips inside you.

He spreads your thighs, appraising your legs with a scrutinizing eye and a wandering touch to match. You’d scream if you thought it would help.

Keigo slots your legs over his shoulders. Sucks a bruise into your thigh, cups your cunt. You jolt into the assault.

Slow to start, he presses down and teases you with his relentless strumming. His middle finger laps your juices, fucking them deeper into you every time.

Thighs shake. Your stomach tenses, bracing for the forced release. 

His wrist twists in quick succession. It’s all you hear. He latches on your clit, a steady staccato of tongue and teeth with his forearm shining with sweat and your own wetness.

Your breath catches on a wail, riding the orgasm for all it’s worth. The last of your release comes pouring out of you, stuttering the last of the stream all over his face; a shining testament to an evil man who knows just how to give migraine-shattering head.

The hormonal gremlin that haunts your attic almost wants him to fuck you. Best taken as a sign you’re ovulating… better to stay away.

It’s like he can smell the apprehension on your skin. His eyes stare up at you in the dark. Not in awe, rather a cautious advantage.

Ever the predator, he watches and awaits the moves of the prey.

You’re still a writhing mess on his tongue. If you could bury yourself in his hair, you would bear down with a white knuckle grip and a piercing cry to match.

Your arms tingle in the restraints above you. “Keigo… stop.”

He does so. Pulls away from you entirely. 

You slump to the floor. A groan, “Keigo—what the fuck?!”

The scruff on his chin glistens in the low light. He smiles down on you, aglow as an angel. 

Even Lucifer had wings before the fall.

You flinch when his palm reaches your jaw. It takes you by surprise how gentle, how earnest it was. Almost reminds you of the beginning.

Never enough. Not really.

Of course you knew who he was. Hawks was renowned on and off the job; a top hero during business hours and a notorious playboy after dark. He frequented your flower shop when you were earth side.

Still, he never touched you. He didn’t have to when he’d been grooming you from the start. 

You came. He called. Service with a smile, even with eyes locked on the scene of him devouring the deepest parts of you.

He left you to your own devices for the most part. One day you got a little too familiar, too comfortable with the back and forth, letting it slip that you’d been living with chronic pain for years. 

And maybe you shouldn’t have reassured him that your form of management is often self medicated, supplied by your plant quirk… 

But he looked so sad. 

Little did you know the ammunition you’d be giving him. A warrant signed by your own hand for a drawn out death, long and tortuous.

Coming to, you gag around him. 

“Take it,” he demands. “Shut your whore mouth and take it.”

He’s got a fistful of your hair and you can’t get a breath in while you’re warming his cock.

You push on his thighs but he only tightens his grip, pulling you flush against him.

He stutters above you and then slows.

Stays still inside you, caresses the bulge taking purchase down your throat.

One roll of his hips. Then two to follow. He came on your tongue before he could see to the third.

“Don’t you dare swallow yet.” He twists your nipple, further scrutinizing you as he nods towards your quivering lips. “Open up, let me see.”

You do as you’re told. In the dark like this, you don’t have the luxury of foresight. You could never have known that he had you where he wanted; primed with a grape and your cocktail of pills and vitamins.

He takes the grape in his mouth, tracing your pout with his thumb. After a few moments pass when he drops a languid pool of spit over his come. You choke on the intrusion and are afforded no time to recover. He presses two tablets on the pile before making you take it all. 

Palm across your mouth, his thumb caresses your throat. He’s got his fingers censoring you, guiding you.

You swallow with a retch and grimace before taking the rest.

He watches, expectant. Keigo snags a circular style, day of the week pill dispenser from an errant feather. Snaps the lid open and presents you with your haul for the morning.

“Go on,” he urges.

You present your palm to him… It dawns on you both that you were bleeding still.

“Damn it,” he scoffs. Runs off to a trunk in the corner and comes back with first aid. Regards the blood with a rough double take. “Fuck.”

“If it’s really that bad, maybe you should stop doing it. Food for thought.”

He turns your hand over, alcohol wipe in hand. Doesn’t give you any countdown, just starts scrubbing his scene.

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Son of a bitch…”

“Do you want the vitamins or not?”

“Are they going to put me in a good mood?”

“Ginger, garlic, and elderberry… mostly immune boosting. Best I can do. You know how I feel about you girls and drugs.”

You watch him, incredulous. “And just what does your little philosophy have to say about forcing sleeping pills on your wives so you don’t have to worry about them keeping up, hmm?”

“Finch, you’ve taken your punishment like a good girl.” He nurses his temple where he’s bound to have a migraine as well. “You can take a day off from being a brat, for once.”

You catch him in the low light. Seems he’s nursing a bruise to match. Onto your own scrutiny, his feathers cut you down before the gripe can draw breath.

His attentions never leave the work. 

You pry your hand away, cradling the wound with a hiss. “It’s aftercare for me to watch you squirm, dickless.”

“Is that so…” Keigo sounds almost bored. He rolls his eyes, turning up the brightness of the room. “Well today it’s gonna be antibiotic ointment and gauze pads because someone decided to waste time with an attitude.”

Keigo dresses the wounds without dictation. You allow him his silence until an intrusive thought has you groaning.

“What is it now?”

You shake your head. “I can’t. It’s really bad.”

“Say your peace, Finch. I’m only one man and I have all of you to get through.”

You reel back with a wince, more hurt now than the slap across the face earlier.

The hand hangs limp in his own, touch matching his ever softening tone. 

“No. That’s not… fuck.” A biting sigh. “I’m sorry. That’s hardly fair… How’m I supposed to call myself the fastest if I can’t even hack time management with my family.”

He returns his attentions to the inflamed palm. Draws you to his lips, all adoration.

“You know you can come to me with anything.”

And now he’s just gaslighting you.

Fingers splay across your neck and jaw… forcing your gaze, forcing your intimacy.

Your eyes well with tears when there’s nowhere to hide. He steals them away with a frown, lingering across the bruises that betray your sleep deprivation.

“Why are you crying?”

You push him with barely any fight left. “Please. Just go.”

As you thrash to get away, he can only fight to hold you closer. The pain spikes in an unforgiving swipe across your abdomen. You whine into his shoulder, shuddering into his arms.

He cradles your head to his chest with a soothing rock. Feathers run down your arms and back, all forgiveness. 

“You know what would help…”

He’s the devil at your shoulder. You are fully aware of what he’s about to say.

“A baby won’t begin to fix this,” you break down. He has to strain to hear, this you know. “…won’t fix me.”

The warmth of his kiss bleeds under your skin. He thrums a gentle rap against your arm, just waiting for you to settle.

He shushes you, flying over his crimson helpers for an assist. A damp cloth. Dragon balm. Some medicinal chaser that tasted more like sewage runoff than remotely helpful.

Keigo carries you back to bed. He lays you down, spreads you out. You wince as he cleans his mess. Mercifully, you can’t see him. But you hear him. Feel him.

You make the sounds of him rustling with the cap. It’s mercifully warm on your abused muscles before the cooling menthol hits.

“Tell me the name.” Your blood runs cold as it registers what he’s asking of you. 

He must’ve gotten to Magpie during their conjugal. Shit.

You swallow when he serves the crumbs anyways. “Little Birdie told me that our beloved Blue had heroic aspirations of her own, once upon a time.”

His touch roves over your legs to start, working the product into the meat of your thighs. He waits for what must feel like ages in his eyes… but it would never be long enough for you.

“C’mon. You’re really not gonna tell me?”

“Expect an answer, you’ll have to stop talking at some point,” you grouse. 

Your breath catches on a strangled wail, meeting no resistance when he flips you.

“Quit your whining,” he snaps. “It’s all I ever hear from you. And fuck me for trying to make this marriage work, right?”

His touch is unrelenting. Prying the tension from the source, spreading his fingers over your lower back.

You try to reach out to him. Make him stop. Bat him away. Fight.

A feather nicks your hand away with the swipe of his whims.

“The name, Blue.” It’s not a grounding request anymore. “You give me the name, this all goes away.”

Starling flashes in mind and memory. If you could sleep, if you could dream—

“Freakebana!”

You curl in on yourself, pushing him with what little strength you have left from this ordeal. With any hope, your pride would be toll enough for him. 

The one thing you had, gone in an instant. Precious and private, thoroughly yours. Now it was known to him. Sullied by his acknowledgement. He could twist your comfort and make it ugly—could do whatever he wanted, really.

Keigo was no stranger to it. This would be the least of his atrocities.

He nods to himself in quiet concert, seemingly mollified for now. Keigo leans beside you and presses a kiss over your bruising cheek. His idle touch traces the thrumming pulse before throwing the baby out with the bath water and simply scent marking your whole arm.

“Thank you,” he whispers into your wrist. 

When Keigo rises from the bed, you keep yourself small. He crosses the room to the dresser. Out of the drawer and into his arms came the clothes meant for you.

You must have been a sorry sight if he’s dressing you in his boxer shorts and cotton undershirt over the negligée.

Again, woeful redundance. He’d disposed of your clothes in the first week, imposing a preference for nudity and teddies. What little he keeps on hand for himself, the only times your husband is liable to share are rare moments such as these.

Toe to toe, back to back.

He’s more patient coming back to you.

Two arms in each hole, ever minding your head as he finishes with the well worn v-neck. Right leg and the left until you’re left to your relative comforts.

“Just… I want you to think on it, yeah?”

You furrow your brow. “If this is about the fucking baby—”

On hands and knees, he remains unabashed in his desires. It’s an old tune, one he’s carried for years now.

A baby will cure your pain. A baby will give you purpose. A baby will soothe your broken heart.

Each and every argument has been run into the ground. He doesn’t need another mouth to feed, let alone want one. The others had been thrust into the position, far before their time or consent.

You were one of two holdouts, yes. But as ever, he remains a slave to his instincts. There were fledglings in his care and he craved their unborn siblings. 

“I don’t want to fight,” he sighs. Scrubs a hand across his face like he actually believes it. “I just need you to know there’s an out for you. One that would make me very happy.”

You restrain yourself.

You let him kiss you.

You feel him leave your side.

Only when the door shuts behind him do you give yourself permission to fall apart.

Head pounding, pulse racing, a death rattle crawls from your lips. 

The neon lighting bares down in an obtrusive vermilion that burns your eyes, ever the voyeur to your utter destruction.

[vae-victoris]

† ᴅɪᴀʙᴏʟɪᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ: ᴄʀᴜᴄɪꜰɪXɪᴏɴ †

❝ 𝕱𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖎 𝖓𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘, 𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖇𝖔 ❞

ᴄ = ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ/ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ｜ɴᴄ = ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ/ᴜɴᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

　　𒀽 || 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉:

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ 𝟣｜𝟤｜𝟥｜𝟦｜𝟧｜𝟨 𝟩｜𝟪｜𝟫｜𝟣𝟢 ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

　　𒀽 || 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗:

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ 𝟣｜𝟤｜𝟥｜𝟦｜𝟧｜𝟨 𝟩｜𝟪｜𝟫｜𝟣𝟢 ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

　　𒀽 || 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊:

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ 𝟣｜𝟤｜𝟥｜𝟦｜𝟧｜𝟨 𝟩｜𝟪｜𝟫｜𝟣𝟢 ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

　　𒀽 || 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌:

ɴᴇᴡʙʟᴏᴏᴅ (ᴄ)｜ᴘʀᴏꜰʟɪɢᴀᴛᴇ (ɴᴄ)｜ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄ (ɴᴄ)

𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

　　𒀽 || 𝕳𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓:

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ 𝟣｜𝟤｜𝟥 ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

[mitsuyaya]

— 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

Oneshots

; I quit drinking - Gojo Satoru

summary: Dreaming of an impossible future with someone is as hard as resisting the urge to drink a whole bottle of liquor. But what's much more difficult is to accept the fact that you no longer have someone to accompany you.

; Affinity between the past and the present - Fushiguro Toji

summary: Before, when he opened his eyes, he was met with a reflection in the mirror of a young boy, perhaps around the age of 6. Staring deeply into his soul, questions flew inside his head, query by queries– fear creeped in his system. What happened? Why is he inside of a younger version of himself but in different surroundings? Was this afterlife?

; Back to December - Fushiguro Megumi

summary: Megumi was the reason why you wanted to move past December. And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.

; If it's what you want, do what you must - Zenin Maki ft. Zenin Mai [ smut ]

summary: threesome with the twins

; Without you - Zenin Naoya [ smut ]

summary: Despised by many, feared by all it's what Naoya woke up to everyday but even the bravest king couldn't last a day without someone like you in his life.

; In the Backseat - Okkotsu Yuuta [ smut ]

summary: Yuuta finally found a perfect place for you, not by someone else's side, hell not even his side! The perfect place for you is by his cock inside you, in the backseat of his car.

; Freak with a ring on his finger - Okkotsu Yuuta [ smut ]

summary: Sometimes even a perfect househusband can get a little freaky, like your husband Yuuta, for example.

; Panacea for the smokers - Okkotsu Yuuta [ smut ]

summary: Two things, there are two things you hate about Yuuta – and yet those things couldn't help but render you helpless against him.

; Phonography - Okkotsu Yuuta [ smut ]

summary: Yuuta believes that he isn't a pervert, that he has great self-control, and that no matter how long you two are apart, he can control his urges—turns out he's all wrong.

Drabbles

; No arms could ever hold you - various (nanami, gojo, inumaki & itadori)

; Good old-fashioned lover boy - various (okkotsu, fushiguro m. & nanami)

; Clan head Maki - Zenin Maki [ smut ]

; Oral fixation - Inumaki Toge [ smut ]

; Magnum Opus - Okkotsu Yuuta

; One, two, three - Inumaki Toge

Timestamps

; 14:27 PM - Okkotsu Yuuta

; 15:46 PM - Inumaki Toge

; 13:38 PM - Itadori Yuuji [ suggestive ]

; 18:48 PM - Nanami Kento

; 22:43 PM - Higuruma Hiromi [ suggestive ]

Series

; Triple treat - various (aki, rin & yuuji) [ smut ]

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divider credits to @/cafekitsune

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𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌/𝖒𝖞 𝖔𝖈'𝖘!!! masterlist (COMING SOON !) my oc's. (not updated)

[counterfics]

F1 MASTERLIST

This is a current masterlist of all of my current formula 1 related works, I will add more drivers as I upload more for them but for now this is all I have!

Main Masterlist ¡! Taglists ¡! Inbox

SYMBOL KEY: fluff - ❀ | angst - ✧ | smut - * | smau - ◛ | imagine - ✩ series - ✎ | ongoing - ➶ | finished - ➵ | reactions - ๑

LANCE STROLL [LS18]

♡ gaming hearts ❀ ◛ | fluff, smau

CHARLES LECLERC [CL16]

♡ downshifting boundaries ❀✎◛➵ | request | fluff, smau | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4.1 | part 4.2 (FINAL)

(below are drivers that have nothing written for then yet)

CARLOS SAINZ [CS55]

LANDO NORRIS [LN4]

LOGAN SARGEANT [LS2]

MAX VERSTAPPEN [MV1] [MV33]

LANDO NORRIS [LN4]

OSCAR PIASTRI [OP81]

OLIVER BEARMAN [OB38]

DANIEL RICCIARDO [DR3]

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[saintsugu]

jujutsu kaisen masterlist ->

tokyo revengers masterlist ->

blue lock masterlist ->

kinktober 23’ ->

[cliodevotus]

MASTERLIST.

❛ jjba part 1 - 5.

PHANTOM BLOOD, part 1

Jonathan Joestar Dio Brando Robert E.O Speedwagon Erina Pendleton

BATTLE TENDENCY, part 2

Joseph Joestar Caesar Zeppeli Robert E.O Speedwagon Lisa Lisa Suzie Q Kars Esidici Wamuu

STARDUST CRUSADERS, part 3

Kujo Jotaro Joseph Joestar Kakyoin Noriaki Muhammad Avdol Jean Pierre Polnareff DIO

DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE, part 4

Higashikata Josuke Nijimura Okuyasu Kujo Jotaro Hirose Koichi Koshibe Rohan Hazekura Mikitaka Yagamashi Yukako

VENTO AUREO, part 5

Giorno Giovanna Bruno Bucciarati Leone Abbacchio Guido Mista Narancia Ghirga Pannacotta Fugo Trish Una Jean Pierre Polnareff Risotto Nero Prosciutto Melone Pesci Ghiaccio Illuso

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ ♱ ❞

❛ la sociedad de la nieve CAST.

Enzo Vogrincic Agustín Pardella ⠀⠀⠀SOZINHA NO BANHEIRO COM O IRMÃO GOSTOSO DA MELHOR AMIGA Esteban Kukuriczka Matias Recalt Felipe "Pipe" Otaño Francisco Romero Blas Polidori Simón Hempe

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ ♱ ❞

❛ The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

⠀⠀⠀(STEP) DADDY

Negan Smith

⠀⠀⠀(STEP) DADDY

Rick Grimes

⠀⠀⠀(STEP) DADDY

Shane Walsh

⠀⠀⠀(STEP) DADDY

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ ♱ ❞

❛ SLAM DUNK.

(Nothing yet)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© cliodevotus.

[mackjlee9]

Call of Duty

Fluff/Angst

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male!Reader

John 'Soap' MacTavish x Male!Reader

König x Male!Reader (lime warning)

John Price x Male!Reader

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male!Reader

König x Male!Reader

Smut/Lime

John 'Soap' MacTavish x Gender-Neutral!Reader

König Thirst

König x Top!Male!Reader

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Sub!Top!Male!Reader