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[istillbleed]

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[starlostfish]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! 🎄( ㅠ_>ㅠ)/🎁 I hope you all have good holiday & stay safe and healthy! 🫶 Thank you all for being here! 🩵🩵🩵

Wow I actually drew them being happy!

[takami-takami]

And If I Want It Soft?

includes— hawks x reader. smut. minors dni.

warnings— gn!reader. taking keigo's virginity.

If this is the corruption they warned him about, let it be sweet and let it be you.

It's hardly noticable; but Keigo gets nervous when you touch him like this. Like he's doing something wrong, something forbidden. His feathers twitch like they're prepared to detect his commission handlers stalking around the corner of his dim apartment hallway, forboding and scolding something shrill and calculated in his direction.

Instead, Keigo blanks at the way you touch him. Leans into your touch like a kitten, purring when you scratch his scalp. A blissed-out coo trills in Keigo's throat when your fingertips scritch at the feathery, baby blonde hairs where his skull meets his neck. A sweet sound. Innocent. Lovesick, those shut eyes and subtle smile.

But oh, the way Keigo stiffens when your hand follows the ridges of his spine down his neck like water over the rocks of a riverbank, splaying beneath the cotton of his shirt and flooding his senses there.

Keigo's body prepares for his handlers to scold him something fierce, now that he's got a pretty thing touching him all over— in ways the commission would surely balk at, too— but that doesn't happen. Instead, your sweet voice lulls him under the ocean waves again, soothing that overworked mind of his. Quieting it with gooey safety.

Calling him words like pretty, and sweet boy, and mine.

Can you blame Keigo for stirring beneath the waist? Honestly, it's quite inappropriate of him to be thinking these sorts of things about you. Your bare hand is massaging the tender junction between his shoulderblades beneath his shirt. His face is smushed against your chest, arms strewn over your body in bed. It's not like he can help whining a little in his throat, nosing at your body like he's thirsty for something more to wet his appetite.

He's a virgin. At his age in his twenties, too. Seen all that life as a hero and the poor thing has never gotten his cock wet. A shame.

You won't let that stay for long, though. He's sure. He wouldn't give it to anyone but you. And lord, God, angels in heaven— he wants you to take him.

But that isn't appropriate to say. So instead, Keigo lets the tension simmer. Luxuriates in it, lets himself sink into it like a hot bath.

Until next time. He thinks he'll let you touch him wherever you want, next time.

---

Where should he put his hands?

Your tongue is pressing against his, but it doesn't feel strange. Foreign, sure. Welcome, absolutely; but nothing about this is unnatural.

Still not used to this, Keigo closes his eyes and allows himself to moan. Judging by the way your lips quirked against his, he's sure he did something you liked. His heart sings at the thought and he huffs against your mouth.

He did good.

Subtle praise makes a man bold, and he decides to try his hand at making more sounds for you with the intention of infecting you back with that imposing heat you impart unto him— only this time, Keigo allows his tongue to curl around words.

Words like you're so beautiful, and I want you so badly, and mine, too.

Your soft hand palms at his cock over his hero uniform and Keigo nearly chokes on a sob, eyes rolling back like he just touched God.

Would it come across as desperate to reach down and undo his pants, himself? A stern voice sharply barks the word greedy in the back of his mind for liking this. Keigo whimpers and turns his head away as if it will help him escape the thought, but then—

"Greedy boy," you whisper, and Keigo's breath hitches with arousal.

"You like this," you ask. Reverent, not judging.

He does. He likes you.

Keigo must have nodded at some point, because your warm laughter and sympathetic mmhm, good boy make his shoulders fall lax and comfortable.

"Can you," Keigo dares to ask, eyes wide. "You don't have to, it's just—"

He hears his buttons undone.

---

This time, you're both wearing much less clothing and Keigo is the one on top. He wonders if you're feeling as exposed as he is; but he doesn't have to wonder if you also feel this right— Keigo can hear your thoughts through your body, now. A honed skill, an acquired dialect.

You did that thing you usually do to him, stole his breath through his cock and sucked his thoughts down your throat as if his body were some kind of holy ambrosia; but tonight, as you both discussed prior, Keigo wouldn't be finding release in your mouth.

When did the most erotic thing ever done to him become simply foreplay? He used to lose his mind at the way you fit him into your mouth, begging garbled pleas for forgiveness from something or someone unreachable for feeling this good. Now, it simply makes him hungrier.

"Like this," he mutters the question to you for guidance, congratulating himself on not choking the moment his fat tip presses against you, prodding at your entrance.

"Mm," you moan and the sound is like lightning down his cock, causing it to twitch. "A little lower. Then press forward and—"

A gasp. Possibly two. Fuck if Keigo can tell, stars swimming in clockwise circles around his head.

The heat of your hands grounds him, palms squished against his cheeks as he presses his forehead to yours, sinking inside.

"Breathe, darling," you smile.

"God, I'm— I, I'm trying," Keigo laughs, boyish, pretty, and golden. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Right?"

You clench and shift your hips just for show and Keigo's jaw drops in a silent scream.

"You can do that? Don't do that," he whines, nosing into your neck. You feel his bare skin against you and his breath comes panting. You smile triumphantly.

"Sorry, sorry," you say. "I'm nervous, too. You just looked so cute. Your nose got all scrunched up and—"

As quickly as they bubbled up, the words are snatched in your throat like air lifted from your lungs. Keigo's firm hands pin your hips softly in place, grinding his body boldly against yours. Dragging himself deeply in your guts, knocking the breath out of you with pleasure.

As much as Keigo adores the sound of your voice, pillowy and seraphic, he needs to satiate this feeling in his chest somehow.

"It feels good for me, too." A kiss against his shoulder. "You take care of me so good. You're real gentle with me."

Like a lover, Keigo's mind completes for you.

Finally soft. Finally seen. Keigo blinks back the tears and kisses you again instead.

---

Keigo would be hesitant to admit the amount of research he did prior to undressing you, but in the end, it blanked from his mind entirely once you both started melding together. That being said, he does particularly recall most of the advice detailing how unrealistic and difficult it is to finish at the same time as your partner.

Huh. He supposes not everything you read online has to be true.

Your soft, sleepy breaths rouse Keigo from his daydreams, recounting in meticulous detail your eyes, your movement, your voice in the throes of it. One elbow props his body up, the thin sheets revealing more of his torso when he shifts over you.

Keigo tucks a stray hair of yours and watches your dreamy breaths, the rise and fall of your bare chest that was just against his own.

He should probably feel guilty for calling you his spouse already, but he doesn't. He supposes he never will.

[webparteez]

🧍hiiiii

[girljeremystrong]

"You gave me a death of distinction."

Interview with the vampire S02E01 - What Can the Damned Really Say to the Damned

[legolambi]

she was probably wearing something normal in 4.04 but i like to imagine antigone in like, the atonement dress

[atomikats]

everyone say hiii perona

[mandyzoe]

[boxmakesart]

Baby’s first Mouthwashing fanart

[kaleidoscopeminds]

boy is yours april 26th

[vylirium]

[dogmotifs]

small thoughts <3

[lazycranberrydoodles]

bitchy gay guy save me….

[takami-takami]

Hawks is a hardcore masochist.

Poor thing didn't quite understand at first why pain felt so comforting. At first, he considered it to just be some kind of side-effect of circumstance— an oddity he suspected any therapist well-versed in psychodynamics might have a field day with.

They'd probably use fancy words to describe it; but to Keigo, all he knows is this:

It just... Really, really feels good.

It feels good when your heel scrapes down the column of his back, inscribing scratches that make him shudder with unholy pleasure. His back arches without your permission, if only to feel the aching pressure of your foot kicking him back down to the ground. Back where he belongs.

It feels good when your teeth leave divots so deep they threaten to spill (and most definitely will bruise). Of course Keigo would stock his wardrobe full of scoop-necks and tank tops, exposing his pretty little jugular for you to chew whenever you so pleased. He shifts his thighs to squeeze together when you playfully bite him, breath picking up just a little as he wills his hard-on down.

It feels good to let out the most sinful moan from his throat as your hand collides with his cheek. Keigo pants, eyes lidded and watery with ecstacy as he resists the urge to tip his chin up at you for more. The last time he was that greedy for pain, you punished him by locking his cock in chastity for an entire week— and although the memory of that soreness and strain makes his knees weak, Keigo would much rather have you overstimulate his cock tonight. He'd rather blubber little pleases while you mercilessly jerk his soft, wet cock, completely ignoring the way he kicks and squeaks beneath you. God, Keigo fucking loves when you treat him that way.

It feels good when you bully him. It makes Keigo's heart sing every time you coo as he hiccups the cutest "you're mean", simply because he knows how much you're getting off to him. Of course you're mean to him. Keigo is confident in his irresistability as a submissive, as a lover. That's something you've thoroughly imprinted in his mind over and over during each and every aftercare session; peppering kisses on his fucked out, dopey, pretty face post-sex until he learned to believe it.

He's adorable. He's irresistable. He's your favorite canvas to mark with bruises and hickeys and you fucking love this as much as he does.

Won't you be a little meaner to him tonight? Won't you allow him to beg for it, so he can feel that sweet, sweet humiliation in presenting himself to you?

Oh, Keigo fucking loves pain. Sweetest thing.

[angelforever]

[sayurinn]

Hello tumblr pls accept my gionara musings :3 I hallucinated this ship because I need to always ship the most niche and delusional thing ever and also I just think they’re silly… raya if u see this no u don’t