#and he'll be able to rest properly and focus more next year

[dracimexidae]

Oh De Minaur won, he seems back in shape and moreover on the run for the finals, i'm glad (even if i have to admit i still was secretly kind of sort of root for Draper, but merely because people keep talking about Dimitrov in the finals and i still believe it's a chimera but i keep being a fool hoping a miracle might happen, and for that ofc it would help if the other players competing for the last spots don't get many results, even if i like Alex and i'd wish for him the finals as well and i kept apologizing to him for wishing him to lose this match, i hope he'll forgive me lmao 🙏🤣)

In the meantime wtf Alcaraz is playing (or more like what Humbert is playing because i know that it's Alex's nickname but tonight i would call hugo "the demon", he's definitely on fire)

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

More in the AU where Elrond and Elros are 16 years old rather than 6 when Sirion is sacked. Tag is "older kidnap fam fic" for previous installments

Elrond wakes up draped over the rump of a horse.

Not, to be clear, his own warhorse. His faithful stallion is being ridden by one of the few remaining warriors of the Gap, the great cavalry of the Noldor, who will be able to keep her seat regardless of what the horse tries.

Elrond isn't initially sure who is riding the horse that he's been set over like a sack of baggage. His arms are stretched out past his head, tied wrists dangling toward the ground, and his ankles are tied as well, tighter than the hobble that he had while walking. He can't see anything but horse flank.

Elrond wriggles around to try and get a better view, and someone notices.

"Lord Maedhros, it seems your guest is awake."

Maedhros pushes down the middle of Elrond's lower back to pin him more surely to the horse. "Lie still. If you fall off while riding in formation you're liable to get stepped on by the next horse, even if the rider wished to avoid you."

"I know how to ride properly."

"Yes, I saw that you were quite skilled when you killed my soldiers, which is why you're staying right there."

"Could I at least sit upright, even if I have to ride behind someone else like an infant?"

"Maybe tomorrow, if you give your word not to escape."

"I'm not stupid enough to try and bargain with you again, after you broke your word about setting us free from the cellar."

"I never said I'd set you free, I said I'd leave the city and wouldn't kill you. Sirion crumbled in the first assault, but I did no more damage after taking you and your brother into custody. If they're smart enough to repair the castle first, everyone should be able to keep warm this winter."

"And if they focus instead on burying their dead, or rebuilding their houses, or rescuing their kidnapped princes?"

"Who knows? But I'm not king of even the Noldor anymore, and the people of Sirion are not my responsibility."

"You would just let them die?" Elrond wanted to glare at the Feanorian, and nearly slipped backwards off the horse as he tried to sit up.

Maedhros caught Elrond deftly by the bound wrists and pulled him back into place. "Next time you do that, I'll let you fall"

"So you don't actually intend to even spare my life."

"I agreed to spare you, not to save you . None here will harm you, but I won't rescue you from consequences of childish stupidity, no more than I will rescue Sirion from winter. If you would rather bash your head open rather than remain my captive, I am not so cruel as to deny you that escape."

Elrond had nothing to say to that topic, as his first retort about more palatable escapes seemed likely just to enrage his captor, as did any question about cutting off hands. "Where's Elros? Was he at least left back in Sirion?" Elrond wanted his brother to be safe, and his people to have a leader with his mother drowned. But he, selfishly, also did to want to be alone with the kinslayers.

"He's here as well, don't worry. Nornmalo has him, and I trust him not to torture a prisoner, despite what it may sound like."

"The moans of pain might be a headache, he drank rather a lot of beer while we were trapped."

Maedhros laughed. "Well, a hungover child soldier. He will at least bother Nornmalo less with questions."

"Could I give him something to soothe the headache? I know a bit of healing."

"No. A headache won't kill him, and he'll get water when we stop same as you."

They stopped only once that day, to water the horses at a stream. Elros was pulled down from the saddle - feet first, luckily, though he still landed in a heap - and his hands untied. Maedhros tossed him a canteen, and said "if you need to piss, now's the best time. You won't get piss all over the horse or your clothes, and we're downstream of the rest of the company."

"My legs are still tied."

"The ropes low enough you should be able to unfasten your belt."

"Are you going to watch me the whole time?"

"Until I find another guard, yes."

Elrond drinks little enough water to avoid the issue, for the moment.

When it's time to ride again, Elrond puts up a fight about having his arms tied again. That just gets Maedhros pinning his face in the dirt while a soldier ties the rope.

Elrond is slung back on the horse like a parcel.

They stop again just before sunset to make camp.

Elrond's hands are untied again for dinner.

The food is simple, waybread and water, and Elrond wonders if he should mention that Men need to eat more than once a day.

Far more exciting than the food though is the figure dropped on the grass next to him, clutching his own canteen and waybread.

"Elros!"

"Elrond! By Ulmo, you're alright!"

"I am, just a bit bruised from the horse. You?"

"Here's something for your healer's notes: do not put people with hangovers upside down for hours. I must have thrown up a dozen times."

"That's terrible! Maybe we can ask-"

At that point the guard tells them to hurry up, they'll be taken to where they're sleeping in ten minutes regardless of how much dinner they've had. Elrond and Elros focus on eating.

They are not, apparently, going to be sleeping near each other. "Too much chance to plot."

The Feanorian soldiers have tents. Some of them share, some of them have their own. A few soldiers have tents obviously designed for two or three that they go into alone.

The horses stolen from Sirion are tied to a picket line. It's loped through the reins, but one person untying the end would let all the horses scatter.

The horses the Feanorians rode into town on are not tied at all. They are loyal old warhorses, and will not flee from orcs in the distance. If wolves do sneak past the guards into the camp, better for the horses to run, and come back at their masters' call when the danger is passed.

Elrond, by contrast, is tied to a tree trunk. His hands are tied in front of him rather than behind, and his legs are unbound. Maedhros's brother - and Elrond learned from a careless remark that their is only the one left - even tossed a blanket over Elrond's legs, to guard against the chill of the night air.

It is the most freedom of movement Elrond has had all day, but that's saying little.

He is stuck sitting up, feeling every root and rock underneath him, unable to reach his hands back to where the rope is tied behind the tree.

Elrond sleeps poorly, stirring at every noise, whether it's a guard on their rounds or an owl hooting its warning.

In the morning, Elrond is given a breakfast of water and waybread again.

Maedhros says "You know it would be suicidal to flee, alone in the wilderness, yes?" and lets Elrond ride behind him sitting up.

Elrond's hands are still bound, and a rope leads passed Maedhros to the saddle horn. If he fell off, he better hope he can keep pace with a cantering horse, or else be dragged on the ground.

Elrond stays on the horse. He figures out his balance well enough to turn, and sees Elros riding similarly.

Thing continue like this for over a week, until they reach Amon Ereb.

[unholyverse]

waterparks // kerrang january 2018 #1705

(full article text under the cut)

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST

The past couple of years have been such a whirlwind for Waterparks that the trio have barely had time to breathe. Beyond all the bluster and bravado, it's taken a private toll on Awsten Knight. On the eve of new album Entertainment, though, the frontman is ready to go again…

Words: Jennyfer J. Walker // Photos: Andrew Upovsky

A few years ago, Awsten Knight dropped out of college to focus on his band, Waterparks. To gain the funds to do so, he spent his time teaching guitar and babysitting. Today, the Texas-based trio—completed by guitarist Geoff Wigington and drummer Otto Wood—are one of the most in-demand young bands on the planet. The name Waterparks first became synonymous with more than just being a fun place to hang out in your swimming trunks in 2016, with the release of their debut album, Double Dare. And the three-piece have only gotten bigger since. After forming in 2011, they picked up Good Charlotte's Benji and Joel Madden as managers (and Benji as a producer), toured the world with All Time Low, sold out Camden's Underworld (4,846 miles from their hometown) in under an hour, and recorded second album Entertainment, which is out next week.

There have been personal moments that made Awsten realise he and his band have 'made it', too, like when he was awarded Tweeter Of The Year in the Kerrang! Readers' Poll ("That's literally just all the dumb shit I said on Twitter," he says, baffled as to why anyone would care about his caps-lock musings). Then there was the time a Japanese fan flew to a U.S. show, and turned up to meet Awsten looking exactly like Awsten…

"He was dressed just like me!" the singer says in more disbelief. "He dyed his hair blue and he had my necklace [the rainbow foot one]. He was straight-up me! And I was like, 'Oh my God, some guy in fucking Japan, who doesn't even know my language, likes my shit that much that he's dressed up like me… that's fucking awesome.'"

Ask Awsten to reflect on his band's success, to properly look back and take it all in, and he'll get uncomfortable.

"I don't really look back at stuff as much as I should…" he admits. "I feel like if I stop to think about any of that too hard, it would freak me out. So I think the best thing, at least for now, is to keep my head down and keep working as fast as I can and as hard as I can to keep it going."

And how do you feel when you're forced to reflect?

Before replying, he thinks for a second and exhales, making his lips vibrate.

"It kinda doesn't feel like it happened…When we got back from Japan I was just tired and laying there, and a week later I talked about it in an interview, and they were like, 'You just got back from Japan with All Time Low,' and I was like, 'Oh yeah! We did do that, huh?'" It doesn't feel…"—he thumbs through the pages of his brain dictionary, looking for the right words—"…it doesn't feel real."

The only time Awsten really nods to his achievements is within the blue walls of his childhood bedroom, where he's rested his head for the past 20 years, and is currently doing so while the band take their first proper break in two years. In between shelves crammed with DVDs, books ("because reading's tight") and his bed there's a nightstand. On the top sit a pack of Twizzlers and a pot of vitamins, and in the cubby hole below rests a stack of six or seven magazines, all of which have Awsten's face on the cover. He'll only take them out to properly look at when new ones arrive in the mail- there have been two this week - but he likes having them there, when he's in the room. "Being able to see those things is small," he says. "But it's enough to be like, 'Okay, cool.'"

[Image of the band walking around with the caption, "The gangs of New York aren't quite what they used to be."]

Awsten's aware that few bands take off like Waterparks have. It's a fact people remind him about often, including his friends and mentors Benji and Joel.

"They tell us, 'Your band is extremely special,' and I'll be like, 'Thank you so much!' I'm thankful to hear it…'"

The Maddens' elder brother Josh, meanwhile, has taught the frontman that it's important to take time for yourself in order to survive in any successful band. "Josh told me, There's Waterparks Awsten and there's Awsten Awsten. They're both the same guy, but you need to make sure both of them have the same love and care. It's tough to do…"

He lets out a brief laugh at what he's about to say. It's something he often does.

"Girls have accused me of being a workaholic before. It's still hard for me to answer when people ask, 'What do you do when you're not doing music?' I don't have that much to say…Which isn't a good sign of progress on that front, because it's what I'm doing all the time. If it's not for Waterparks, I'm working on music for somebody." He has, though, taken steps to care for poor neglected Awsten Awsten while he's been off tour. He's learned the importance of getting the recommended eight hours sleep and not staying up all night working on band stuff. He's started going to therapy. And he's training at a small boxing gym in downtown Houston.

"It's definitely a dumb-guy chemical thing, but Otto and I will go through phases where we're like, 'I just wanna fucking fight someone!' Pretty much the entire last tour I was in that mode. I thought, 'I better actually prepare and be good at this shit if it does happen!'" Now, one of the goals on his bucket list for 2018 is to win a boxing match.

Such drive means the frontman's never struggled to keep his eyes on the prize when it comes to Waterparks. As soon as our morning chat ends, Awsten says he'll start working on more music.

His self-assuredness and stronger-than-graphene vision for the band mean he's never had to fight to stay true to himself, either. He's more likely to walk into the record label and tell them what's what.

"Dude, honestly, I'm so fucking good at marketing!" he says, not-at-all modestly. "I've got a vision for us, and I know what we are. I'm aware what works and what doesn't. I'm a control freak, which I guess is a thing I should work on, but it's definitely kept things very true to who we are."

New album Entertainment is saturated with that same confidence, and the frontman says he feels no pressure whatsoever putting it out.

"When it was getting made, nobody knew [since it was done in secret], so they couldn't get hyped or anything. Now, if anybody wants to have expectations, it's already done. There's nothing I can do."

Doesn't a little part of you worry about whether people will like it?

"Not really," he says, shrugging his shoulders, "because I know it's good. Not to be cocky about it…I just think it's a very good album. There were songs I thought would make the record that didn't, which means everything on there is the best of the best."

The most confident man in rock does have one Kryptonite, though: his feelings. That became apparent three weeks before the release of Entertainment, when Awsten tweeted a picture of two pages from a spiral-bound notebook. On those pages was a handwritten letter, in his trademark caps, explaining that he'd gone off Waterparks' second record. The words were fairly cryptic, stating, "the last couple months have [been] weird, difficult, and everything else that sits in the realm of 'bad'. I lost a lot mentally and physically. Certain things happened and to be overly honest with you, Entertainment was ruined for me. I stopped listening to it, and felt weird to hype it in interviews. However, the worst part was the pure dread I felt thinking, 'Fuck. I still have to tour on this and sing these words every night.'"

Yet fans knew the note related to Awsten's break-up with his TV actress girlfriend, Ciara Hanna, the subject of much of the album's lyrics.

"I was glorifying people and things that I really don't fucking like and that really sucked," he says.

How did you feel about the future when those songs were ruined for you?

"Very fucking bleak!" he says. "I was like, 'Fuck, I'm ready to make another album, let's do that instead!'"

Would you have scrapped Entertainment if that was an option?

"There was a time that I would have said yes. But it's a piece of fucking art, and it would be a shame to let certain people or things ruin that."

In order to feel excited about the album again, Awsten had to change the meanings of the songs in his mind.

"My love songs are not about anyone now," he says. "They're just about love. And the dark places I was put in because of certain people or events? Those are stories. Every album is going to be a snapshot of where I was at that time."

Which explains why he thanks Ciara "for filling me with too many feelings" in the CD's thank you notes.

Quiz Awsten about which songs on the album are the most personal to him, and he'll say "the ones that make me go, 'Agh fuck!'" are Lucky People, Rare, TANTRUM, Crybaby and We Need To Talk.

"I try to keep my shit together around other people," he says when asked if there were any breakdowns in the vocal booth, "but the day Crybaby was made, that was one of the worst days of my life…" What was happening that day?

"I don't wanna talk about that, if that's okay," Awsten says meekly. "I feel like I give a lot to people, and some of the stuff that is written about on this album, I haven't told anybody about, 'cause it's just very… low, dark, personal shit. There are certain things that people don't need to know."

One song he is comfortable delving deeper into is diss track TANTRUM. An album highlight, it sees Awsten rant his frustrations away.

"TANTRUM's blunt as fuck!" he offers. "A lot of the stuff's metaphorical, but that one's like, This married guy tried to fuck my girlfriend and I'm gonna kill him when I see him!' I was like, 'I'll put his name in it, fuck it! I don't care."

We point out that when the guy in the song hears it, Awsten might just get that boxing match he's after…

"I just might, but I'm prepared," he says seriously.

As we wrap up our interview, Awsten's pouring his second coffee of the day, ready to resume being a workaholic. We ask how he's feeling after what's been a frankly terrible couple of months, and at the start of what's set to be the year of his career.

"I mean…" he pauses. "If someone has empathy and is able to feel certain things, like a functioning emotional brain- or in my case, maybe it's more emotional than it should be, I don't know yet—everyone is a work in progress."

He lets out a particularly-Texan "GOD DAMN!" and laughs at how corny he sounds.

"But everybody is literally just doing their best. Everyone is working on it. I'm working on it…"

ENTERTAINMENT IS AVAILABLE VIA EASY LIFE RECORDS ON JANUARY 26. WATERPARKS TOUR THE UK IN MARCH — SEE THE GIG GUIDE

IT'S A FAMILY AFFAIR

THE MADDENS AREN'T JUST MANAGERS FOR WATERPARKS. AS AWSTEN REVEALS, THE TWINS ARE MORE LIKE FAMILY

"The Madden Brothers are the fuckin' best! They've taught me a lot. I knew about the idea of having role models and shit, had them and I've definitely h before, but actually seeing them at work, and the way they accomplish things and get shit done [is very cool].

"I wouldn't be who I am right now without them. What's cool is, I'd never in a billion years be like, "You guys are like me…'but we often have conversations about what we want to to accomplish. Last night I talked to Benji, and he said, 'Dude, everything that Joel and I did, see in you.' And I was just like, 'Fuuuuuuck!

"They're more like friends than mentors to me now. Half the shit we talk about is not even band related. We talk about life, how to be different and things I want to be involved in…I want to accomplish a lot. Some of it is musical and some isn't, but I want them to be my team for all of it."

[ahundredtimesover]

for me, the weirdest part is when he admitted to his parents that he was making out w his assistant in his office. idk its js that AHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAAHHAHAH i would never have the guts to openly admit that to my parents. thats one way to break a barrier and close to his parents ig 😶‍🌫️ i guess the height of all the emotions he's feeling also played a role in that too. i admire the amount of effort jungkook put in in this chapter to get a grasp of his feelings. i, as a person, also have trouble with dealing with my emotions so tendency is that it bursts into a hot mess instead of it dealt with properly. seeing him at least try with baby steps is.. insipiring(?) LOL idk what im rambling abt atp. MY POINT IS i love the layers we were able to uncover in this chapter 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️i wish you could write about my life and i'll js read abt it then act shocked when it happens. there's this guy that i've been pining on for the last 2 years and there's still a lot of layers i've yet to uncover and seeing jungkook uncover so much is just.. wow. and as ironic as it sounds, what made me more intrigued to get to know this guy more was during a school event and i saw he had an old scar on his leg 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ and its just so ausdhfoash its js like that part where secretary kim saw the scars on her boss's ankles (i forgot his name) this ask is now more than what i want to say 😵‍💫 and i probably have a lot of run ons and grammatical errors there so im sorry if u cringe but that paper also took a toll on me tonight 🤣🤣🤣thank u for the chapter :) i can't wait to read the next one 🩵

HAHAHA I get you! But it was sort of JK's way of 'revenge' for lack of a better term. Like, they kept something from him and now he'll assert his power and let them know what he had done. 😬 From a writer's perspective, it was my way of getting the whole "parents finding out" out of the way. Usually there are elements of 'will the parents approve' in rich aus like this (ex Fight for You) but I don't want to focus on that. It still reflects the importance of the Jeons to the story, especially their relationship.

And yes, we can see a bit of that growth in JK in terms of trying to understand his feelings, although I'd say that ch12 will delve into that even more (for both of them actually). They themselves are learning how to uncover all these conflicting emotions as well.

Okkk juicy stories! I love how certain aspects of this story are relatable to u guys in various ways! And it's reminding u of your crushes and stuff hehe BUT ALSO SO WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH U GUYS?? 🤭🤭

I may not be able to write ur story but I hope the emotions I portray can help! Hehe thank you for dropping by. No need to apologize for anything. I hope you were able to rest after doing your paper!! 💕💕

[hopelesshawks]

Basic Instincts Part 23- Deal

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.

Warnings for unprotected sex, handjob, oral (male receiving), light nipple play, light dom/sub themes, light overstimulation, wing kink, and praise kink

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

"You ok Dove?" Keigo asks as he comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. You quickly turn off your phone's screen and toss it aside before spinning in Keigo's arms to look at him properly. You can feel your heart starting to break already but you swallow it down. "I'm fine, just still recovering from worrying about your stupid ass," you lie with a sad smile. "I'm sorry for worrying you," he replies as he nuzzles his nose against yours. "I know... I love you so much Kei," you whisper into the small sliver of air between the two of you. "I love you too," he breathes back and your grips on each other get impossibly tighter. God he'd be so angry if he knew what you'd just agreed to. You hope he'll forgive you eventually.

“Can I preen your wings?” you ask suddenly.

Keigo pulls back surprised to search your eyes as if in disbelief that you’d offer. His wings puff and flutter at the notion before wrapping around you protectively. “I’d love that,” he admits breathlessly. You give him a bright smile, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you instruct him to sit on the bed. He does as asked, pulling his shirt off carefully as he does so, leaving him in just a pair of sweats. You carefully sit down behind him, legs straddled on either side of him, and can’t help but appreciate the sight before you. Keigo is all lithe muscle, everywhere from his shoulders to his lower back toned from years and years of hard training and hero work. Scars litter his body and you can’t help but to reach out and trace the burn marks still left from his infamous run-in with Dabi. He shudders at your gentle touch, as if merely brushing along the scars is enough to send him back into those memories, so you carefully lean forward and place a delicate kiss to the scarred skin. He sighs into it and you watch the muscles slowly lose their tension as he starts to relax.

You reach one hand forward to start at the base of his right wing, gently kneading the taut muscle connecting it to his back before slipping your fingers through the soft downy feathers there. A groan of relief tumbles from his lips unbidden at the feeling and it makes something warm curl up next to the cold dread that’s taken up residence in your heart. Gradually you progress further and further down his wings, the feathers reacting to your every touch. The loose ones fall away under your careful ministrations and soon you hear a gentle coo rumbling through Keigo’s chest as you continue to carefully remove the excess feathers. You’ve always found his wings majestic and although they may be smaller than their usual size, they’re no less awe-inspiring now and you treasure being trusted enough to touch them so intimately. When you finally reach the tip of his right wing you shift your focus to the left, giving it the same delicate attention. “Shit (y/n),” he sighs, his eyes drifting shut as his head falls back against your collar and you continue to carefully stroke through his wing. Once you finish the left wing you press a gentle kiss to the top of his head and wrap your arms around his torso, his abs jumping beneath your touch and his wings twitching and fluttering on either side of you. “You’re so sensitive Kei,” you whisper as one of your hands wanders to one of his already hardened nipples. He hisses slightly as you pinch the sensitive nub and you can see his cock twitch through his sweats.

“(Y/n) I-“

“Shhh, lemme take care of you.”

One hand returns to his wings, gliding through the feathers with care and occasionally raking your nails along them. Keigo shudders against you as you let your other hand slip down his torso and past the waistband of his pants to wrap around his hardened length. Your thumb swipes over the sensitive head of his cock, causing his hips to buck slightly. You use the precum gathered there to ease the gentle glide of your hand around his dick as you start to pump him slowly. You sync the hand stroking his cock with the one stroking his wings and soon Keigo is swearing under his breath, both hands fisting in the sheets as his hips thrust up into your hand. The whole time you whisper sweet nothings and praises into his ear. “You look so pretty like this Kei. My pretty bird. So perfect for me. I love you, I love you so much.” It’s the last night you’ll be able to tell him these things so you’re determined to etch them into his memory so that they remain long after you’re gone. His wings start to spasm as you drive him closer and closer to climax so you speed up both your hands’ motions to drive him there even faster, taking pride in the way he shudders against you and moans your name. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” he keens, hips thrusting up into your fist eagerly eyes squeezed tightly shut in pleasure. “Open your eyes, I wanna watch you fall apart for me,” you command and Keigo is quick to obey. His eyes immediately find yours once he opens them again and the eye contact you make is searing as he cums with a shout, painting his own chest white with sticky ropes of his seed.

You tilt your head to kiss him in reward as you milk him through his orgasm until he’s spent. If you had any intention of ending the night there though Keigo quickly squashes it as he turns in your arms to press a hungry kiss to your lips. It’s intense and all consuming, the bond flaring up in response to the heated exchange to further enhance every sensation. He carefully strips you both down until your naked bodies can press against each other, your arms loop around his neck to pull him closer, grinding up against him. He winces slightly, his dick still sensitive, but you’re determined to show him the best possible last night. You roll over so you’re on top pressing him into the mattress as his hands grasp hold of your hips and immediately you once again reach for his sensitive wings. “You tryna kill me there Dove?” he groans breathlessly as his hips jerk up, dick starting to harden again already. “Maybe a little,” you tease as you continue to run your hands through his feathers. “Careful (y/n), st-still sensitive,” he warns but you only shush him as you start to fist his cock back to full hardness. “Gonna make you feel so good,” you promise, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before moving down to his neck to suck bruises there.

Each mark you leave stands in stark contrast to the rest of his pale skin as you make a trail down his chest and torso. No matter what happens in the morning Keigo is and always will be yours. If this is your one chance to show the world that then you’ll take it. Only once his neck and chest are covered in your marks do you drop lower, licking a long strip up his cock and drawing a moan from your mate. You’re merciless in your attention, sucking him into your mouth even when he’s still only half hard. He curses and whines above you as you sink down lower and let him gradually harden within the damp cavern of your mouth. Only once he’s fully hard again do you start to bob your head up and down the shaft. Each strangled cry and broken moan you wring from his throat goes straight to your aching core, your own wetness collecting between your legs and threatening to drip down your thighs. But tonight isn’t about you, so you ignore the twitching of your eager pussy in favor of sucking Keigo down as if your very life depends on it. “Gonna cum again,” he warns but that only spurs you on more as you try your hardest to take in even more of his long, thick length. You feel the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat and shortly afterwards you feel his seed pouring down it. You swallow every drop without hesitation, greedy to taste him and savoring every moment.

Again you give him no time to recover, your own neglected sex now aching to be stuffed with your lover’s cock and filled with his seed. He whimpers as you start stroking his dick again. “Fuck Dove, ‘s real sensitive, be careful,” he moans. “Do you want me to stop?” you ask but he shakes his head. “No baby, it’s ok keep going, fuck keep going. I can go again for you,” he practically mumbles and you can’t help but lean down and press the sloppiest kiss to his lips in response. You waste no time lining yourself up and then sinking down on his cock until he’s fully inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation. You experimentally give a little roll of your hips, clenching down around him as you do so, and Keigo’s reaction is immediate, hips thrusting up and curses falling from his lips. “Not gonna last long if you keep that up,” he huffs. “Don’t care, want you to fill me up,” you reply and he can only look up at you in wonder as you start to slowly lift yourself up and then sink back down on his aching cock. Your velvety walls feel like heaven around him as he moves his hands to your waist to help you along. Your eyes never leave his and the ecstasy burns through your emotional connection just as much as it does your physical one. It’s a slow, sensual grind but it still drives you both mad. When Keigo murmurs to you that he’s already getting close again, his over sensitive cock twitching inside you with every move, you just nod and clench around him, emotion swelling within you until tears roll down your cheeks. One of his hands slips from your hip to press circles into your clit. “‘M so close, can’t much longer. G’nna cum baby,” Keigo admits. “Hold out a little longer let’s cum together,” you reply and Keigo nods frantically, his finger lavishing more attention on your puffy bundle of nerves to drive you closer to the brink. The most sinful noises start to drop from your lips as you find the perfect angle to have his cock head brushing along that one spongy spot inside you. By sheer force of will, Keigo manages to hold out long enough to send you tumbling into climax first, but he swiftly follows behind you. As you sob out his name, your vaginal walls clamping and fluttering around his cock, you send him straight into his third orgasm of the night, his balls drawing up tight before releasing their load, painting your insides white with his cum and marking you as his and his alone. He’s not sure when he started crying but his cheeks are certainly wet as you lean down, both your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much Kei you have no idea,” you sob as you press your forehead to his. You sound so heartbroken as you say it, as if scared he’s about to slip away, so he pulls you closer and whispers reassurances in your ear that only seem to make you sob harder. “(Y/n) baby, what’s wrong? It’s ok I’m right here, I’ll always be right here,” he promises as your arms wrap tightly around him. “I don’t want to lose you,” you confess. “You won’t,” he promises.

You wish that were true.

Keigo holds you until your sobbing subsides and with final whispered “I love you”s you let him think you’ve slipped into sleep. Between the exertion from his mission and the after effects of Recovery Girl’s quirk, you’re not surprised that his breathing evens out shortly after you’ve supposedly passed out. You still don’t move at first, making absolutely certain that Keigo is asleep before you slip out of his arms. You quickly get redressed before finding a duffel bag to pack up some of your stuff. At the last minute you grab one of the feathers that had fallen off when you were preening him and add it to your bag. You zip it up and heft it onto your shoulder, leaving your apartment keys on the nightstand next to Keigo. You slip out of your bedroom and into the living room, guilt and heartache crawling up your throat as you make your way to the front door. Just before you can leave a figure suddenly looms large in the doorway causing you to jump.

“Jesus Akaguro you scared the shit out of me!” you hiss once you realize who exactly is stood before you.

“You’re making a mistake,” Stain growls. “Reading other people’s messages over their shoulder is rude,” you huff. “He’s not worth it,” Stain insists and at that you tense. “I know you’ve always thought he was one of the fake heroes you despise so much, but you’re wrong. He is the best hero I’ve ever met and if anyone can fix the bullshit with hero society and the HPSC It’s him,” you insist, eyes burning with determination as you stare down your friend. Your conviction seems to stun him. He narrows his eyes as if analyzing your sincerity before finally sighing.

“Nothing I say will change your mind will it?”

“No...”

“What can I do?”

“Hug me goodbye?”

Stain nods and your hands glow red as you materialize him, tears already starting to fall from your eyes again as the reality of your situation fully sinks in. It’s not just Keigo you’re losing, it’s everyone, and that hurts even more than you expected it to. You pull Stain into you and bury your face in his shoulder to muffle the sound of your tears so as not to wake up Keigo. Akaguro is awkward at first but eventually he returns the hug. “Watch over him for me,” you plead. “I will,” Stain swears. You know he’ll keep his word and you can’t afford to stay much longer or you may lose your conviction so you pull away and give one final nod of goodbye before stepping around your friend and walking out of the door. Each step makes you feel heavier as you walk away from everything, but at no point do you regret your decision. Keigo will be safe. Or at least the safest a hero can ever be. That’s enough.

It hurts but it’s enough.

A/N: (Y/n) was always going to be taken by the HPSC but her having to make this choice was inspired by Banana fish. I warned y’all you should be worried 🤭

Taglist: @oliviasslut @theycallme-becky @vibesdontlie @superhermit @thechroniclesofawriter

[bobsie]

Asahi Azumane x fem reader

Category: Fluff

Karasuno's Ace

"And so for this assignment you'll have to work on the collection you designed the last assignment but with a model there are girls who participated to model for us and I assigned a girl for each of you do the clothes make a photoshoot and show me the results, after I show you the model you work with the class is dissmessed"

Asahi massaged his temples knowing how hard this is going to be a hard time for him, he didn't have to add these crazy two sketches to the last assignment but he did and now he'll be stuck trying to perfect them.

Hearing his name he got up to meet the model he'll work with only to be met with a very familiar face "f/n l/n will be your model Azumane I am looking forward to seeing your results" Asahi was then sure of who she was when he heard her name it was her the second year girl he had a crush on from Karasuno

She has changed not alot but she sure grew up well it's been three years since he saw her, he wasn't her friend or anything they only said hi to each other whenever they met in the hallway she wasn't very social but she always had a nice aura around her, she was known for being kind and sweet and she liked to keep her friends circle small but that didn't stop her from saying hi or talking to more people

And because of this Nishinoya the only one who knew about his crush on y/n tried to make him talk to her or ask her out but don't get Asahi wrong he wasn't shy or anything he just thought it was a casual crush and you might be a little scared of him because of the rumors of course so he thought he'll just keep it to himself and focus on volleyball

So Asahi stretched his arm to her before he started talking "I don't know if you remember me but we went to Karasuno together I'm"

But before he could say more you interrupted him "Asahi Azumane Karasuno's Ace how can I forget you it's surprising that you still remember someone like me" you shook his hand and smiled at him and so he returned the smile and it was so sweet just like you remember it from highschool

"How can I forget you? you were very sweet with everyone"

"Well I am happy that you still remember me and looks like you're doing good here too so a designer huh? Never thought you would be into that"

"Well I guess you say that because of the rumors I get that alot" he scratched the back of his head from embarrassment and you noticed his cheeks took a pink shade

"No no not at all I just thought you'd continue with volleyball that's all"

"Oh well I wasn't the best at it, it was a hobby and I am glad to be a part of it but you know I had to move on eventually"

"Well I thought you were the best, your spikes were always amazing and that back attack oh my god I still remember it"

"Oh haha you still remember that" another pink shade took over his cheeks this time it was a little darker you noted in your brain that Asahi seems to be not able to take compliments and it made him so damn cute

"Yeah I still do and I am glad you found your passion in life"

"Enough about me, what about you? What are you doing now?"

"I am actually an artist I take art classes"

"Oh and what brought you here if you don't mind me asking?"

"I umm I actually wasn't planning to sign to be a model but my friend signed it for me and now I am glad she did" you felt your cheeks sting a little so after all these years you still have a crush on him

"Do you mind if we went to my place to get your measurements"

"Yeah it's fine"

"My apartment is close by so we'll walk there"

"Oh it must be nice having your apartment close to your college"

"Yeah it is even though it's not that big it's a little expensive but my small business makes it easy to pay for the rent"

"Oh my god you already have a business"

"It's not that big I do customed orders and sometimes sell original pieces you know I have to start somewhere so I decided why not now and it helps with the rent, food and the rest"

"That's amazing Asahi san, you're so hard working"

"Well I won't say that but thank you"

The rest of the walk was silent but it was a comforting one you enjoyed being with the still very tall man and you even liked how his hair looks like now and how he dressed up and what you didn't know is that Asahi was thinking the same thing how cute you still look how your hair looks perfect and how small you are next to him

You both were deep into thoughts that Asahi realized that you both arrived so he opened the door for you

"Do you want something to drink?" Asahi said walking to the kitchen but you stopped him

"How about you take my measurements then you can drink sometime?"

"Sounds good to me, come with me then" you stood up and followed him to what you assumed is his work room as it was filled with different fabrics, a sewing machine and too many sketches

"Sorry I wasn't expecting someone so I didn't clean up properly"

"It's ok it's a sign of hard work"

"Come stand here please I got the measurement tape" as Asahi was measuring your height and writing down in a note you decide to kill time by talking plus he will get too close to you so you needed a distraction because you have never thought that Karasuno's ace could get any better looking but there he is 

"So you don't make your hair into a bun anymore?" You slapped yourself mentally immediately you wanted a distraction from the way he looks but you ask him about his hair

"Well there are days I make it into a bun and days that I feel like letting it be you know"

"Yeah I get you" his hands moved around your body to measure your waist and his finger accidentally touched you which sent shivers down your spine and heat started to over take your face but he didn't seem to notice it because he himself was trying to hide the blush on his face from being so close to you

He sighed when he noticed that what's left is your chest side and he made sure to not accidentally touch you while doing so, so you won't get a wrong idea

He got closer to you to get his measurement while not making eye contact at all but you couldn't help but look at his now red face ignoring the heat that overcame your face as well

"Asahi san" you whispered enough for him to hear it and look at you

"Yes y/n" he stared at your eyes while you stared at his drowning in them almost losing track of time

"N..nothing it's nothing"

"Y/n do you have a boyfriend?" Asahi said not breaking eye contact with you

"W..what?"

"Because I really want to kiss you right now" his boldness made your face turn red in seconds you never in million years thought that Asahi could be this bold his eyes were drifting between your eyes and your lips he looked so calm while you thought that your heart might explode any minute now, he kept the distance between you two but his eyes seemed to be hungry for your lips and seeing that you nodded shyly because you too were hungry for his lips

Having your approval Asahi slowly closed the distance between you two kissing you softly and slowly you two finally having your highschool fantasy coming true

Asahi deepened the kiss he pulled you closer by your waist while your fingers ran through his hair out of breath you both pilled away with a wide smile

"How about instead of a drink I take you out tonight?"

"I'd love that Asahi"

[initiala]

Hi, do you write prompts right now? If you do, could you write for your Ecstasy is All You Need sex during pregnancy? something like Emma is pregnant and Killian is really scared he'll hurt her... or you know... :) thank you so much, your writing is awesome

so, uh, turns out that this kind of a thing for me…

pardon if it comes off as rusty, why bother warming up after taking a few weeks off from writing when you can just jump into the deep end without a life preserver?

(and thank you as ever to my partner in crime Tina for rescuing me from my own misery while writing and actually making sex happen here)

She leaned against the wall, arms resting loosely over her still-small belly as she watched him read on the couch. Theirs was a (mostly) quiet house, the only active TV up in Henry’s room and Henry spending a lot of his time at Regina’s these days. (Apparently they were, in his words, ‘nauseating’ and with how much Emma herself had actually been nauseated recently, she didn’t blame him in the least for hightailing it out of there.) Sometimes she binged on HGTV with her feet up on Killian’s lap while he read, but there was something nice about a quiet house after a long day of breaking up shouting matches between dwarves.

Though, there was also something nice about disturbing the peace as well. And there had definitely been a distinct lack of disturbing the peace as of late.

Something she was damn well determined to fix tonight.

Emma licked her lips, letting her baser instincts take over as she pushed off the wall. There was an extra sway in her hips as she stalked around the couch, a coy tilt to her head as she slid her fingers down the page of his book to get his attention. She watched as his lips twitched, his eyes following the line of her fingers up her arm and finally to her face. “Hello, darling.”

“Hey, sailor,” she replied, her voice husky. “Mind if I come aboard?”

Killian’s eyebrows went up; he seemed a bit awestruck as she dog-eared the page and closed the book, tossing it onto the coffee table behind her just before straddling his legs. His hand and brace went immediately to her hips and just that little bit of pressure, that little bit of warmth, sent her hormones spiraling. Emma cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the apples of his cheeks, and captured his lips in a kiss.

She pushed them back, pinning him to the back of the couch as she kissed and nibbled his lips, her hands moving from his jaw up to his hair. He groaned into her mouth as she tugged on the soft strands, his hips rocking up into hers, and it only made her burn hotter.

“Off,” she gasped, her hands moving to the god-awful number of buttons on his person.

Her kisses grew fiercer, more hurried. She nipped and nibbled, fingers fumbling for every button they could find, and he started pushing her back with his mouth. “Emma.”

Her name slipped out several times between kisses; she was going to be seriously annoyed if his tone didn’t change from “I need you to stop” to “I need you to stop before I come in my pants.” She stopped, reluctantly as it was; her limbs felt heavy with lust as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Killian, what’s wrong?”

His expression sent a thrill down her spine: flushed cheeks, his hair a wreck from her enthusiastic pulling, kiss-swollen lips, and glassy eyes that really weren’t sure where to focus on.

She could eat him up like this. Why on earth was he making her stop?

“No, love, nothing – bloody hell,” he bit out as she wriggled slightly in his lap. “Nothing wrong, just – fuck.”

“Killian.” She tried to keep the whine from her voice, tried to lure him down the path of temptation by pressing her aching sex against his cock (his hard cock, thank you very much), but found it difficult to grind against him in just the way he liked.

It wasn’t quite so roomy in his lap anymore, not with the bump adding some inches to her ever-vanishing waistline. Her pregnancy with Henry had gone way differently; while part of her suspected it had more to do with prison and the complete inability to satisfy her weird cravings, she embraced a more optimistic line of thought that it meant this one was a girl. But Killian kept talking about old wives tales and claiming it would be a boy and they were still a couple of weeks out from being able to tell the sex for sure, so it was going to be a point of contention (and a pain in her ass) for a little bit longer.

In the meantime, Emma was (mostly) over her morning sickness and fucking horny for the first time in weeks, and her husband was making her stop.

“Emma, love, just hold a tick,” he said, his hand running in soothing circles on her side and his brace a comfortable weight on her hip. “Not that I don’t love the attention, but what’s brought this on?” She sat back, her lust cooling slightly as she stared at him. His brows furrowed. “What?”

“Are you seriously asking me why I’m trying to rip you out of your clothes right now?”

“Emma –” He looked at a loss for a moment before saying, “You’re with child.”

“Yeah, kind of aware of that.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, considering his next words carefully. “It’s not… unsafe?”

Any irritation she felt melted away at those words coupled with his worried frown and the gentle slide of his thumb across her belly. Killian’s doting ways had only increased after they found out she was expecting; he’d been a nervous wreck over her morning sickness, (another difference in this pregnancy: definitely not confined to mornings), and seriously going above and beyond to keep her happy and comfortable, even as she’d practically made herself a nest in the bathtub for those first several weeks. “Definitely safe,” she said. “You didn’t get to that part in all those books you got from Belle?”

She hoped her teasing tone would soothe the worried lines around his eyes, but his gaze dropped as he pulled her in close, resting his head between her breasts. “I did, but…”

Emma inhaled, breathing in his scent as she gently cradled his head and combed her fingers through his hair, taming it just a little. He’s gotten so much better over the last few years that sometimes she forgot how deep his fears and self-loathing ran. “You won’t hurt either of us, Killian, I promise. I wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t safe.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, gently easing him back so she could look at him properly. “I’m not saying we have to have the kind of crazy acrobatic sex that knocked me up in the first place,” he did smile at that, his eyes taking on a dreamy look as if remembering some of their more adventurous evenings while trying to conceive, “but I can tell you that right now? Not having your cock inside me right this second? Hurts way worse than anything else.”

A flash of guilt crossed his face, then morphed into one of his easy lopsided smiles. “Then far be it from me to deny my beautiful wife anything that eases her discomfort.”

She caught a bit of worry, a bit of lingering guilt, still in his eyes, but found herself giggling as he tilted them over sideways to lay across the couch. She threw one leg over his hip to draw him as snug against her as she could, all things considered. But he didn’t make any further moves to entertain her seduction; rather, he stared at her for a long moment, his eyes flitting from her own to her nose to her lips, as if memorizing the details. (As if he didn’t already have every freckle committed to memory.) “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, love?”

Emma fought a losing battle to keep from smiling. “Only like six times a day since we found out.”

“Just six? Pity, I should increase that.”

She hummed a happy sigh as he placed reverant kisses along her nose and cheeks and every patch of skin he could reach. He murmured praise into her ear as he worked his hand up her tank top, telling her how she glowed softly, as if dressed in moonbeams and naught else. He paused when she hissed, his hand resting on one breast. “What?” he asked, a note of panic in his voice.

“Just – easy on the tits. They didn’t get the memo.”

“Emma –”

“Killian, if you stop I will spontaneously combust. Or I’ll fuck myself and make you watch. And not touch. And no touching yourself either.” He actually whimpered, her threat landing right where she’d wanted it to. “Just don’t touch my boobs, okay?”

He nodded, mumbling an apology. She kissed the tip of his nose and his hand slid down her ribs, leaving a trail that felt more like a brand in its wake. Though she only wore a tank top and leggings, she really did feel like she was about to burst into flames; she wasn’t sure if it was the hormones, the dry spell, both, or some combination of other things, but she needed to be naked. Now.

Emma snapped her fingers and their clothes vanished in a swirl of magic, leaving Killian to level one of his amused eyebrow quirks at her. “Impatient, darling?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He chuckled and urged her to roll over so that her back rested against his front. She tried not to wriggle with glee – seriously, the man knew what he was doing with foreplay, but she was way past the need for that right now – and her breath quickened with anticipation. God, it had been weeks – months, really – since they’d been together, she hadn’t known how much she’d missed this until her body was practically begging for him to fuck her.

Gently, he lifted her leg back over his own, his cock laying hot and heavy against her inner thigh. She swallowed, her throat feeling suddenly very dry and her core clenching at the prospect of being filled once more. She felt him nudge her entrance, then pause. She heard him take a shaky breath. “Are you sure this is okay?” Killian asked.

Instead of responding, Emma shifted and felt the head of his cock slip inside. Killian groaned, burying his face into her shoulder. She took his hand and laced their fingers together, started to pull him closer but he’s already there, guiding, gliding down to follow along the soft curve of her belly, lips tracing a similar path up along the column of her throat, along her jaw. And it’s nice — it’s more than nice, warmth blossoming in her chest and her heart stuck right up against her sternum, but it also made fire ignite under her skin and caused her toes to curl against his calf. She tightened her leg around his, nudged him up and shifted her hips down to take him in a little deeper — 

“Gods,” he grit out, teeth nipping at the shell of her ear and oh, oh, fuck that felt good, made her stomach twist and her sex flutter pleasantly around his cock. “Love, you’re not being fair here.”

She was too wired to tease, to even retort that he was being unfair, but clenched around him again as she pushed her hips down again, drawing him in that last little bit until he was fully seated inside her. His lips found her pulse and he murmured something against her skin just before he pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock in, and reversed the motion.

The air in her lungs left in a harsh exhale, pleasure rippling up and down her body. “Please,” she bit out. “More, please.”

She felt him shift behind her, propping himself up on his arm as he pulled her in as close as he could. “Oh, Swan, how glorious you are.”

She absolutely did not whimper as he thrust back in, his words and his movements only fanning the flames higher. She felt him hesitate and yanked on his hand, clutching his arm to her chest in a silent plea to keep going, that he wasn’t hurting her, that she was so, so close to coming already that it was almost embarrassing.

So he did.

“My lovely Swan, my dear one, you’re already going to come for me aren’t you?” he murmured, right in her ear and sending goosebumps shivering down her neck, that asshole. Her breath hitched as he started a rhythmic thrust, her grip changing on his hand to hold on for dear life. “That’s it, sweet, feel that? Feel me inside you? Oh, love, feel us together, feel my cock in your sweet cunt.”

Her core clenched at his sweet, dirty words and he chuckled through a groan. “My wife likes that, doesn’t she? She likes it when filth drips like honey from my tongue.” He licked a long stripe up her neck and she shivered hard, the first sparks of orgasm building inside. “I miss your honey, Swan, shall I have a taste later? Feast on that sweet nectar, our combined taste in your cunt?”

His cock hit a sweet spot and Emma cried out. “God, harder, do that again please!”

Killian’s words fell away as he did as she bid, and soon she was coming, her body shivering hard as the inferno under her skin burned hotter. She knew before it was over that this wouldn’t be enough, she needed to come again before they could be done. “Again, Killian, I need –”

“There’s my pirate,” he all but growled, and Emma cried out when he slammed up into her.

He wasn’t too rough, though, and he moved their hands over her belly often enough that she knew he remembered to hold back just a little. She wouldn’t last long, her body too keyed up and still floating on her last high, and his pace only pushed her higher. He sucked on her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin, and she led their joined hands down to where he fucked into her again and again.

He growled right in her ear, his breathing coming out in harsh pants, as she circled her clit with her fingers and his hand adjusted her leg back over his again. Then he knocked her hand out of the way, a rasping “Mine” in her ear, before gently pinching her clit between two fingers.

Emma whined deep in her throat, feeling her orgasm start to coil deep inside while she brought her fingers up to let Killian lick them clean. His tongue swept over the digits, rough and teasing all at once. “Come, love, come on my cock, I’ve missed you so. I need to feel you come on my cock again –”

She screamed as she came, Killian’s arm holding her tight against him as she convulsed, as stars were born and died under her skin, as she felt him go stiff as he followed her into bliss, coating her walls with his seed.

They both sagged, spent, and he made no move to leave the warm embrace of her body. Emma shifted enough to let her head rest easily, her body twisted in such a way that it would probably be uncomfortable in a little bit but for right now she just wanted to bask in this long-awaited afterglow.

Peace? Disturbed.

His hand rested against her belly almost protectively. A puff of air just behind her ear made her shiver, warmth against rapidly cooling sweat, and he kissed her just under her jaw. “How’s the wee one?”

“She’s good,” Emma murmured, covering his hand with hers. She felt sleepy and sated, content to lay here in his embrace forever if she could, twisted position be damned. “Mom’s happy, too.”

Killian chuckled. They both made quiet noises of protest as he pulled his cock from her body. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Mum’s happy. And I’m sure our boy’s happy that his mum’s happy too.”

Emma groaned playfully, lightly smacking the back of his hand. “Pain in my ass,” she grumbled, even as she shifted again; she felt her spine protesting, which meant the baby probably wouldn’t like it either, and snuggled into his embrace.

His hips tilted against her ass. “Oh, I think you like it when I’m a pain in your arse, shall we try that again later?”

“Oh my God.”

He started laughing and Emma lost the battle with her composure, dissolving into giggles. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his palm. “I love you,” she said, replacing their joined hands over her belly.

She wasn’t entirely sure if the flutter there was movement or orgasm aftershocks, couldn’t remember if it was too soon to tell or not, but decided not to get him all worked up again over what might be nothing. Killian nudged her fingers apart, squeezing them between his own, and kissed her shoulder. “I love you, sweet. Both of you.”