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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 11 months ago

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ari i’m curious do u have kenny hcs

RIKO U HAVE NO IDEA THE MONSTER UVE UNLEASHED.....

i do have some kenny hcs <333 take a seat here's a snack we’re gonna be here for a while 🧁🧃 (THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3 this man genuinely makes me feel ill im sooo delusional abt him)

okok so first of all; general hcs !!

he likes art!! loves art!! this one is canon to me i just think he is so interested in any and all of humanity’s creative outlets and ofc art is the most prominent one. he loves all different forms of art — from sculptures to paintings to writing to video games (HEAVY on the latter btw i think he's so entranced by new technology) and so on.

and on that note!! i think he paints and writes himself :3 hes been alive for so long, learned so many languages, there's no way he didn't have time to pick up a paint brush. i think he paints to release stress!! and his styles vary but there's something mildly macabre abt all of his pieces. tends to gravitate towards expressionism above all else, especially the abstract kind.

i also feel like he sincerely enjoys ”bad” art like low budget movies and modern romance fiction and goofy video games…… he just thinks they're fun. def gets a good laugh out of them (this man canonically had a whole comedy phase he just wants to have fun!!)

and and and!! this is self indulgent as hell but i also think he cooks. there's just so much to learn when it comes to different cultures and their cuisine and i think they all interest him. but i hesitate to say that he's a good cook bc i feel like he’d make really weird fucked up food combinations just for the hell of it…. he's a freak. 100% the type to mix orange juice w black coffee just to see how it tastes.

i also hc that he has a soft spot for children, seeing as he literally carried and birthed one of his own LMAO... i just think he admires the innocence of childhood !! that childish and simple hope that adults tend to lose. he's very good w them too!! gentle and patient. and in geto’s body he has the softest nicest voice so i feel like kids gravitate towards him (i'm just thinking abt that One scene where he blows bubbles at a playground and all the kids chase them… they love him i just know he's a regular at that park)

OH AND……. idk if i’d call this a hc exactly but i just wanna see kenny in more feminine clothing. he literally has All the genders i don't think for a second that he cares abt gender norms. one moment he's in that tacky middle aged divorced father core hawaiian tshirt (he's so Me), the next he's wearing a purple floral dress or a puffy turtleneck <33 i just think he could pull anything off.

NOW FOR THE GOOD STUFF……. relationship hcs <33333 hes a whole red flag but hes also my silly pookie bear just trust me on this

FIRST OF ALL he's huge on quality time. if he's in a relationship w u then that means he sincerely enjoys ur company and therefore has a tendency to just bring u with him wherever he goes. otherwise he gets bored and starts whining abt it (silly silly man) hes a lonely guy ok </3 i feel like he gets very sudden urges to explore new places / do new things and he’ll make sure you’re right there w him !! you’ll wake up in his arms only to find you're in a snowy forest or some shit and he just WILL not tell u where he's taken u bc its ”a surprise ^_^” LMAOO

he also takes on a teaching role in the relationship and i think that's where hes happiest !! gets a kick out of it but it's also kind of special to him. especially if you haven't seen much of the world, or if you're just a naturally curious person — preferably both. he just enjoys teaching you new things, leading you towards new sights, drinking in your expressions and reactions. it's precious to him. something to cherish.

ON THAT NOTE i think he has this unquenchable curiosity that gets temporarily sated when he tries to like . Dissect you. see inside your mind. it's like hes solving a puzzle that never runs out of pieces. hear me out riko but i see him as somewhat similar to makima, he's detached and has trouble connecting w people and handles you almost like a math equation….. but since he unlike makima is a human being, i think he still has the capacity to grow to care for you and treat you like an equal (or something close to an equal). he genuinely does love you, but he's rusty. kenjaku just wants to know all there is to know about you — every single thing. he’d dig into your brain if he could, but he’ll settle on just brewing you tea, listening to you speak about your fears, hoping it’ll give him the same insight.

he's a little possessive . kind of a Lot. idk i just think he feels a pang of jealousy when he sees u laugh and have fun w someone else (he's like a preschooler getting pouty bc his bestie is playing w someone else LOL) and that makes him Uncomfortable so he just waltzes in and steals u away w a smooth smile and a hand on ur waist. pretends like it doesn't bother him in the slightest but if u tease him too much he drops the smile and gives u a Look (it's scary as hell so u immediately shut up LMAOO) and god forbid someone else is like… teaching u something… a subject they're knowledgeable abt while u sit there listening happily to their rambling……..... ohhh he gets so jealous it's funny. researches that particular subject in frightening detail JUST so he can correct your little friend and teach u abt it himself <33 weirdo. freak.

also (this is extremely important to understanding kenny's character) he's both mother coded and father coded but in the worst possible ways.

he's mother coded in the sense that he's a smidge controlling, good at coaxing you into doing things outside your comfort zone, an expert at making you feel guilty by acting especially sweet and gentle, has the ability to make you cry w one disappointed look etc etc

and he's father coded in the sense that he's easily offended but pretends not to be, wants to see you succeed so bad that it's almost more for him than you, forces you to have really deep onesided philosophical talks at 2am when you just want to sleep, sucks at voicing his love for you out loud so he just buys a bag of your favorite fruit, cuts them into slices and calls it a day. etc etc. he's awful actually. i need him

but !!! as for more soft hcs i think he's honestly an affectionate guy deep down… like deep deep down but it's there. he just likes having u close. preferably touching him. not constantly bc that’ll annoy him but he wants you to stay near so he can pull u into his lap whenever. loves reading to u while u rest ur head on his thigh, playing w ur hair and lulling u softly to sleep <3333 (it's the geto kinnie in him) AND idk why this came into my mind but i think he likes nose kisses. just bc ur face scrunches up and he thinks it's cute. he can be sweet !! probably.

OHHH AND he loves playing board games w u <33 everything from chess to monopoly. he thinks it's fun + a good bonding activity but it's only fun in the beginning. he's condescending if u lose and petty if u win but he’ll still ask u to stay up w him all night just so u can finish the game (he's insufferable actually) if u decline he’ll huff and play by himself while shooting u petty glares until u feel bad and join him. then he's back to being all suave and calm and mature ohhhh i hate him

he wants to be the mature stoic indulgent person in the relationship sooooo fucking bad but he’s plagued by silly impulses day and night. he’s just good at hiding it. but deep down he is and always will be a silly nerd <33

and finally; i think that in a no curses au he's significantly less of a freak but still weird and obsessive and a lil mean. bullies u just a tinyyy bit and acts condescendingly sweet but he cares for u a whole bunch. probably struggles w showing it in a way that isn't too overbearing or mildly alarming… maybe through writing. poems and paintings of u… sculptures…. just wants to portray the beauty he sees in u (can u tell artist!kenny makes me go a little crazy)

overall hes a weirdo hes a freak (def wants u to kiss his brain just to see how it feels) and he may or may not be a bundle of red flags but i love him dearly <333 hes a silly goose. i want to study him in a lab

#ive been thinking abt this for a while riko ty for indulging me <333 PLSSS IF U HAVE ANY AKI HCS GIVE THEM TO ME 🙏🙏🙏#these hcs make it glaringly obvious how down bad i am for him i think but just pretend that i like him in a normal way ok #kenny is just so sillyyyy he was crafted specifically to fix my parental issues (he would make them worse)#kenjaku x reader #<- tagging this in case some starving kenny stan stumbles upon it. enjoy ur food beloved <33 #i have a sudden urge to write an artist!kenny x reader fic hmmm wonder what thats all abt (riko u just made the brainrot worse ily <333)#ask tag ✩

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thewritingstar · 11 months ago

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So hear me out for a fic idea yeah u know how after gray and juvia fought for the first time and they were seated on top of the guild, let's say her and gray were talking for a bit and then he asks where she go from here and she says "just like the rain wherever the wind blows" and she leaves

This request is from 2021.......I-I don't even know what to say.

I do hope that you like this. I love exploring Juvia's mind and feelings in these <3

we are switching povs like changing lanes in this one lol.

Please enjoy <3

He was officially out of breath. His lungs were screaming and while it wasn't the longest battle he had ever encountered, it was still a contender for one of the hardest.

How did she even do that? Lock him in a chamber of water? He thought for a second that she would kill him. She easily could have and he assumed that she might have. There was a flicker of something in her eye when she released him and he wasn't sure if he should be thankful or not.

Usually you don't stay and talk with the enemy. Usually one of you is dead or you walk away. Not this time. Instead of running or hurting her further, he had saved her. She slipped off of the rooftop and for some reason, he couldn't let her die. It wasn't in his moral code to kill someone and even thought this guild was trying to do that to his members, he didn't think it was her idea. He knew what it was like to be a pawn in someones game.

Her dark blue hair that was once curled perfectly into big ringlets had now started to loosen. She looked paler when she first showed up on the roof but now? Now she looked more human. She seemed like something just happened and he couldn't place it. He was always a mess after a good fight but she sat perfectly still and looked...rejuvenated.

"So what now?" Gray asked.

He thought she was like a deer. Her eyes were wide when he spoke and her head turned sharply towards him. It was as if no one had ever spoken to her before.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

She felt weird staring at this man. What was weirder was the sky above them. A beautiful cyan that she had never seen before. She almost started to cry but held those tears back. She had just gotten the sky, she would not let it darken.

"Where are you going to go after this?"

The question confused her. She was a Phantom Lord member. She was S Class wizard in the most frighting guild. Where else would she go besides there? Deep down, she didn't want to return. She had failed to kill a member but how could she? Somehow kindness leaked from his pores even as he was trapped in her spell. She wouldn't remove that light from the world. She couldn't.

She wanted to say that she was going back home where she belonged. Did she belong? Did she really want to return to a place that didn't care about her well being. They cared that she was strong. They cared that her magic could frighten anyone. But thats all she was. A weapon of destruction.

She looked out towards the fields. Flowers grew within the sea of green grass. Oh how she wondered how they smelled. The feeling of the soft petals. Its been a long time since she had seen a flower not be drowned by her presence.

While she stared at the field, she thought about what he had said during battle. That he would fight to the death to save a member of Fairy Tail. It hurt her. She knew that no one would do that for her. That if she were to die, not one member would bat an eye. No flowers would be at her grave.

She wasn't even sure if she would have a tombstone.

Juvia Lockser. The one no one knows. The rain woman, she is as forgetful as a raindrop. One hit of the pavement, and then that was it.

Phantom Lord didn't care for funerals. They didn't care for much in general.

She wondered if she was someone else, maybe she would receive flowers on her deathbed. Could she ever live in a world where her death meant something? Could someone ever love her enough to shed tears for her permeant absence?

Where are you going to go from here?

That is what he had asked and he was still waiting for her answer.

The clouds had left and she wanted to stay here forever and gaze at a sight she had missed. Oh how the sun felt against her skin! This is where she wanted to go.

She wanted the sunlight on her forever. She wanted to see the flowers bloom and the snow melt. Those dark clouds had cleared something up in her.

Perhaps maybe, just maybe, she could find a home.

Home.

The word felt foreign in her mind but she liked it. She wanted to be wanted and to be loved and remembered. She didn't need a legacy. She didn't need to be the rain woman. She just wanted to be-

"Juvia?"

Her head snapped to his.

He said her name. It sounded like heaven. The way he said it, it was almost like she had forgotten her own name. She couldn't remember a time that her name sounded genuine from another person. There was so much good surrounding him, she almost couldn't believe it.

"Yes?" Her voice almost cracked.

"I asked where you were going to go after this? You can't possibly think your guild is good?" He said sternly.

He was right. This beautiful stranger was right. He had shown a kindness she had never found before so simply. She wanted that. She wanted to be kind. He had saved her. A man from an enemy guild saw something in her and decided she had a life worth living.

A life she should treasure.

If the sky could be clear and hopefully, then she could be too.

Little did she know, he thought that too. Gray knew she was stronger. Much stronger than she let on. Right now all he saw was a fragile woman. Someone who needed to be healed. He knew what it was like to feel hopeless and lost. He was lucky he found people before the darkness corrupted her. Most would think that she was off in the deep end. Too lost to be saved. Not him.

Even in the height of their battle, he could tell she was a gentle soul. Someone who needed a light to guide them, even if it couldn't be him. He wanted to scream at her and tell her to leave that guild. To have her run into Fairy Tail's arms and to never look back. Maybe she would. Maybe she could find a place that treated her better.

No person should look content falling to their death. There was no fear in her eyes and it almost broke him. It wasn't his place to tell her things, just question if she was alright. He didn't know her, but he knew she needed something better. Somewhere to thrive.

When they weren't fighting, she looked delicate and soft. He wouldn't place her as a dark wizard, not a chance. She was a good person, he could sense it.

"No. Juvia does not believe it is good. Juvia is tired of being seen as a monster. She shall find a new home." She stood and dusted off her coat. She began to walk away. "Thank you Gray. to just for saving Juvia's life, but saving Juvia's future as well."

"Is there a chance I'll see you again? Where will you look for your home?" He didn't want her to leave oddly.

"Hopefully." She smiled. "Just like the rain, Juvia will go where ever the wind blows. Maybe one day she will find her way back to you."

"I wish you the best." He waved at her and watched her walk away until she was nothing but a memory.

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Thank you very much for reading/liking/ commenting. Thank you to whoever submitted this once upon a time ago, it means a lot and im sorry it took so long.

request/ questions/inbox always open :)

#gruvia fanfic #gruvia oneshots #gruvia fic #fairy tail #fairy tail gruvia #thewritingstar #fanfic #gray fulbuster #gray and juvia

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chaotic-archaeologist · 2 years ago

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hey i followed u for archaeology but since you seem to be open to sex ed questions i thought i'd shoot haha.

so i'm a trans guy, i don't have bottom dysphoria, i would like to use my vagina during sex for bottoming. but i have vaginismus. real bad. and possible vaginal atrophy. not looking to treat it with advice from this blog, not coming here for medical assistance, but to put it simply there is no way i can use that thang. hole is closed for business. even to pinky fingers. that shit hurted.

i can and have topped, and bottomed for anal sex. so that's not an issue. i'm open to doing those things. but damn it i would like to use my pussy once in a while and just can't. and i have virgin-adjacent prowess / confidence / experience in sex so i'm bad at communicating my needs and wants.

you got any.. i dont know.. tips? advice? for telling a potential partner that the front hole's off limits without making them think im unsexy? the anxiety's so bad i've fully rejected people i really liked for serious relationships, and turned down hookups, because some part of my brain thinks i'm not worth having sex with if my partner can't use my vagina. especially since testosterone has given me "abnormal" anatomy that i only trust other trans people with and being t4t means i get a lot of people who expect vagina from me, who i then have to disappoint.

this is a stupid specific question so i apologise it isn't really general sex ed but i guess i just need some communication tips because i dont even know where to start.

Okay, first off, I'm sorry that it's taken me a while to respond to this, but I wanted to really think about my answer. Also, for the record: this is always the kind of sex ed question that I am willing to answer. I think more people need to be willing to talk about this sort of stuff.

The primary thing I want to address is wherever you're getting your definition of normal, both in terms of anatomy and sexual function. Because the circumstances you describe are wholly within the realm of 'normal experiences' for people who have a vagina. Vaginismus, vulvodynia, and vaginal atrophy are not relegated to trans men. You are not abnormal. There is nothing wrong with you.

A lot of the porn out there featuring trans men does have them receiving vaginal penetration. Porn is not a representative sample of the population. Do not let porn define what sex is for you.

Personally, my advice would be to treat this as a litmus test for potential sexual partners. If someone wants something and doesn't care/is put off that it hurts you, that is not a person you want to be having sex with. If someone is "disappointed" because you won't receive vaginal penetration, that is their fucking problem, not yours. There are so many things you can do that do not involve vaginal penetration—be excited about those!

As for bringing this up with potential partners, I'm a big advocate for early and honest communication. If it looks like you might be getting down and dirty with someone, you can just say something along the lines of "hey, heads up, but I don't do vaginal penetration/front hole is closed for business/etc." If you really want to get ahead of the issue, you could even put this in your bio on various apps.* *You don't owe anyone an explanation, but you can choose to elaborate as to why.

I'll also point out that there's a halfway option here. It is totally valid to say "look, I am into this thing (vaginal penetration) in concept, but not in physicality." You can talk about it. You can text about it. You can do these things while you're doing other stuff! It doesn't have to be all or nothing.

To me, it sounds like you have 100% of the necessary components for having sex: the desire to have sex in the first place, activities that you can/do enjoy, and a willing partner. That's it. That's all you need.

You are worth so much more than what a single part of your body can/can't offer. Sex does not equal any sort of penetration, vaginal or otherwise. Find someone you trust, get creative, and don't be afraid to enjoy yourself.

-Reid

#he speaks #sex advice #sex education #sex ed #transgender

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ariicandy · 2 years ago

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if you do platonic stuff do u think u could do hanako who’s friend with a ghost who isn’t like bound to the school like they can just go anywhere they want and maybe their really nice too

Yup I can do platonic stuff!! I love tbhk request ppl who have amazing ideas 🫶🫶 Sorry for taking forever I’ve been really unmotivated to write so hopefully I can soon write better again for something I’ve had in mind to do since the end of last month

Note! 🎧 • Unmotivated work, might be ooc, Just overall seems rushed 😓 P.S my autocorrect is sooo annoying so sorry for the capitals on “to” and some others.

Platonic!! Hanako Who’s Friend Isn’t Bound To The School n Can Go Wherever

You not being bound to the school gives him a sense of relief, He doesnt want you to be stuck in a school or event anywhere against your own will. He does wishes he can roam the world or the stars with you, but he’s Stuck as one of the Seven mysteries of the school.

He loves to hear what you saw all round to tall builds To the smallest detail that doesn’t matter to most people but you two. Whenever you bring stuff from other places due to him not able to, he would shout in excitement from how mysterious it looks/feels. If it were an item he always wanted he would hug you a billion times and while saying thank you with some tears </3

He does always misses you whenever you go explore/not at the school. He has always been isolated for I forgot how long coughs , he just needs his friend that he hasn’t had for a whole while since he has been a mystery. Your someone He can finally trust and be funny with, like if you both been friends since day 1! All He wants is to see his cool friend and talk for hours like Kids do during the summer vacation.

Him being your friend and liking how nice you are really makes a impact on him. He hasn’t have someone be so nice to him from childhood, so you treating him the pleasure of kindness he hasn’t felt for a long time, he wants to cry and make it up to you for treating him like someone instead of using him like everyone else. He really enjoys you trying to take care of him and gifting him stuff, he hasn’t anyone generous like that. He wants to make it up to you but he can’t think of anything even if you say he doesn’t have to, he feels like he needs to so he usually asks Mr. Tsuchigomori for Help to give you something in return.

#tbhk #tbhk x reader #tbhk hanako #tbhk headcanons #tbhk x y/n #jshk #jshk x reader #jshk hanako #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #seven mysteries #headcanon #fluff #send requests

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toastytrusty · 1 year ago

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if u have any more romelukas headcanons to share I would love to hear them 👀 this ship is so underrated

oooooo okokok omg

to #me they started getting close before the gojo deal, with rome kinda seeking lukas out now and then when he needed to get away from Family Drama (tm), and lukas always let him because at least with roman around things are a little less boring. personality wise they keep each other in check really well, roman having a kind of delusional manic optimism towards the world and lukas having a much more nihilistic realistic worldview. they balance each other out yk. i think lukas probably had a thing for rome pretty early on but rome is so oblivious to both lukas' feelings and his own and also is on the aroace spectrum (ace panaroflux) and just. does Not pick up on Anyyything so they suffer the necessary queer situationship for like a year. rome is also probably very flippant and dismissive of lukas trying to connect, because he is just. so scared of attatchment and being genuine. but they'd do mundane shit like watch movies and play video games and go boating on that bigass lake. lukas would try to get rome to open up to him but he never would, not yet at least.

i think romes explosion on the mountain started a kind of a temporary fall out period; lukas realized rome was not like. in a good enough mental place or situation with his family to persue any real relationship so they both kinda back off but but it also makes lukas want the company even more bc he realizes how badly rome needs out of it.

after the gojo deal i think rome takes a lot of time away from the company and his family and everyone he knows in general, maybe for about a year, just kinda traveling the world and learning how to be a person without anyone else's influence, because he needs that. get a dog, eat some steak, yk. not talking to anyone, just off on his own. i think what would eventually draw him back is shiv's baby; it would probably take him a few months to actually see them, but once he did he would realize how badly he missed having people around him, and even though he didn’t regret his journey of self discovery, he knew he was done with it. after spending a few weeks with shiv and baby, he would find himself reaching back out to lukas, and eventually make his way to wherever tf lukas lives in sweden, and kinda just. never leaves.

i imagine roman would move in without ever really making it a thing? he would just show up one day and follow lukas around, and lukas would never really comment on it or ask where he was or why he suddenly wanted to stay. maybe he had a guest house or guest room waiting, hoping that rome would come back eventually. rome never reapplies for waystar or any of lukas' various assets, he is chronically unemployed and just. hangs out. they give each other something to do; hiking and late night campfires and general company through all things. it's like a petty unspoken challenge to see how long they can go without either of them acknowledging that there is anything past Pals going on. like gay chicken except they are actually gay. i see them as endgame in the way that they never really. Acknowledge? anything between them? they just kiss and hold hands and sleep in the same bed every night. but like, in a bro way. totally. don't think too hard about it. over time they come to understand each other better than anyone else and spend like all their time together.

i can totally see roman spontaneously proposing out of the blue one day, in the way he did with both tabitha and gerri, a kind of insecure need to be reassured that he isn't going to be abandoned, as well as having this kind of transactional perspective on relationships and being deserving of love. i feel like they could adopt a kid at some point, and compete to see who could be the better parent. roman would try sooooo hard to be a better dad than logan was and end up being really indulgent, and lukas would have to be the voice of reason. while roman would go for overcorrection to try and make up for his shitty childhood, i feel like lukas would be a lot more timid to be super involved, but would ease into it and do a really good job.

#rome turns to lukas one day and says “i think you're my best friend”#lukas says “oh we're friends are we? i thought you didn't have any friends”#rome tells him to fuck off #theyre my favorite boybestie boyfriend husbands #this isn't quite relevant but i love the idea that lukas owns a shit ton of land in the middle of the mountains in sweden #and he's a nerdy tech guru who goes on long hikes and is really in touch with nature #anyways #romkas camping trip when #succession #lukas matsson #roman roy #succession hbo #hbo succession #romelukas

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rainyyz · 2 years ago

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Hii i was wondering about my theme for this solar return chart? like maybe insight on the pluto placement & the venus saturn conjunction? I’m kind of at a loss for what it means so any insight would be helpful regardless lol! thank u :)

Hey! 😊

In general the theme of the Solar Return is seen by looking at the Ascendant. The Sun's house is also important.

In your Solar Return chart you have Scorpio Ascendant. That could be transformative year, you may feel intense and deep emotions. It's possible that the last Solar Return wasn't easy for you. In the past year you probably felt intense and deep emotions. Maybe something important happened in your previous Solar Return, probably a big change or you felt emotionally exhausted. And now, in this Solar Return you still feel this intensity, but now it's the time to transform. It's a year of healing from the past experiences. This year you would probably want to feel emotionally connected to people. You would appreciate a meaningful and deep conversations with people.

Your Sun during your Solar Return is in 3rd house. So, this year you may have more conversations with people. 3rd house represents communication, siblings. So, you may talk more with your siblings. You have Sun conjunct Pluto. You may become obsessed having control this year, so try to be more focused on doing positive things. Use your intuition to help yourself and others. You may want to feel powerful over your siblings, many even powerful over conversations. You will want to win arguments. You should bring balance into your life. This year just like the past year you would feel intense emotions, but this year is about improving and healing yourself. Communication could be healing for you (sharing thoughts with people you trust, or maybe writing in a diary what you feel). Try to express yourself. Repressing thoughts, emotions and feelings are not good for you.

First I wanna say that both Saturn and Pluto are our teachers. And they brings us challenges so we can improve in life and become stronger individuals. So, wherever these two planets are placed in Solar Return chart it will be difficult in these areas. So, looking at your Pluto and Saturn placement I can see that you could change your financial situation and you may have struggles communicating. You may have struggles with money. But, don't worry. Like this said, these two planets are not easy in any house. And you have to remember that a Solar Return last only a year, it's not your Birth chart placements. So, these struggles could be overcome. During your Solar Return you may change your belief system about money and your possessions. Maybe in the past you took money for granted, but this year you may learn to appreciate money and possessions. You may appreciate and be grateful what you have more during your Solar Return.

Venus conjunct Saturn can make you more unemotional, especially in love relationship. You may feel lonely and feel like people won't understand you. You may isolate yourself more from people. My advice is to express yourself (I already talked about this, try to talk with people, you may write in a diary). Try to do things that brings you happiness and joy 💖. Try to heal from past experiences. I know it's easier to say than done, but step by step you will improve and will achieve your goals. Believe in yourself and your qualities! 💛

Another thing that I find interesting that could help you is that your Descendant during your Solar Return is in Taurus. The Descendant always falls into the 7th house. And in a Solar Return represent what people you would want to meet and attract. You may be attracted more to stable and calm individuals. Taurus is stubborn sign. This sign loves comfort and feeling safe. So, you may meet an individual like that.

Hope I helped you 💛

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gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha · 2 years ago

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dreamt that i was a super famous witch that nobody knew a damn thing about but everyone who knew of me was like deathly afraid of me. most of these ppl were so afraid that they would basically blame just about anything bad that happens, big or small, on “the witches curse”

i, however, was simply chilling

just doing all kinds of magic by my self and living my life and having a generally pretty good time, an when i wasnt doing like magic experiments and blowing shit up, i would be engaging in my various hobbies and/or cooking. i had this nice little garden that “culminated” into this very pretty, slanted spiral made entirely out of various grasses and plants. it was all arranged in a very special way that honestly im not sure how id describe, almost like a cylindrical hall of mirrors? anwyays most days id conjure up various instruments amd play then for the plants 🌱 as ime watering or pruning or digging stuff up. i also had a second garden which the plant spiral led to. this one had some plants too, but it was more dedicated more towards the various exchanges ive made with all the random strangers, who ive accidentally encountered at “my mountain”. large floating mass of land that i conjured up and shaped to be my home where i spent most of my time, especially since it was so vast and had such varied environments. anyways the random encounters ive had with ppl were all my fault, due to maybe some curse or perhaps it was this inherent chance that laid within my magic. any spell or conjuration or like literally anything i did that had to do with magic, had a small chance to “summon” complete strangers from anyplace and anytime, usually at the very least one at a time until i send that specific set of ppl back to wherever/whenever they came from.

anywyas so ya like i had these little floating globules allover the place that i grew in my garden (by conjuring up spheres of water, letting plants take root IN the water and then taking some of that water and doing other magic shit withit) that basically served as like those spots in museums where u press the button and a prerecorded voice tells u about whavever ur looking at. i used them and basically had them set up as traps all over the... island cuz ppl would be showinf up whereever and whenever. the trap was simply just bestowing "information about the time, place, where, who and how". again like those museum info buttons with a prerecorded message. i didnt use them unless i felt it was absolutely necessary and like they were about to start some shit or smth. normally at first i would try to ignore them cuz with the entire island being the way it is ( chalk full of vegetation and life, oh we even got a cool lil desert somewhere around. its not too big but not too small. i had sculpted it for the purpose having access to certain desert based plant and animal life for like cooking or reagents or just sliding around the dunes) they could probably survive on their own. i also didnt want to drop whatever inwas doing to go greet thrm cuz half of the time a lot of them would immediately recognize me somehow. one of the few reasons i ever left the island was to try n find the shithead thats spreading rumours about me to the point that most ppl around could tell who i was at first glance as well as having them be as afraid of me as they are. it was annoying tryna deal with that every time so i usually let them do their thing unless i could see they were like causing trouble or they werent gonna make it.

main reason i didnt immediately send them back was cuz i had to make sure i sent them back properly, also like, i wanted to see if i could trace + assess how the rumours were developing so inwould eventually talk to them and show them SOME hospitality. i know it wasnt anyones fault in particular that ppl kept showinf up, but when most ppl who do show up are THAT afraid of u based on some bullshit rumours, dealing with it was just...annoying... after proving thst im not an immediate threat and that the rumours were bullshit(sometimes i WOULD fuck with them cuz i knew they were boutta start some bullshit), i would usually ask them where theyre from and what its like and then try to divine some of the local specialties and cook that for them. then if they liked it id give them a couple samples of the islands local food. we had a LOOOOOT of fucked up and interesting plants growinf here, some was the natural course of things and some of it was by my design and experimentation. of course making sure there were no side effects that i couldnt just magic away was a concern since the local wildlife and my own self wasnt a particularly useful point of reference, given all the fucked up magic bullshit that the island itself and i are always up to.

i dont remember any specific visitors in particular but the way it would usually go is,

they show up whileim doing magic

-> if they arent causing trouble, i leave them alone (even if they were causing trouble i usually had jus tthe right spell to like fuck withthem enough to get them to stop, i usually liked to use enchantments or illusions that like would guide them towards a lake and let them chill out OR i would just fuck with them indirectly or directly until they were ready to like not destroy me n my island)

-> once im done withwhat im doing and like feel like it, i otherwise lead them to my garden/house or some specific location (or i go to them)

-> we do the whole "who are you" song n dance

-> i convince them to talk about where theyre frome

-> i make food or drink for them or let themdo it themselves or ask them to teach me, OR i just figure it out

-> we talk more

-> i learn about the time n place theyre from, they learn that the rumours are more or less bullshit (cuz i mean i guess they COULD be true considering how powerful of a witch i was but yknow, will and intent an all thatbulshit ALSO LIKE IM A FUCKIGN HERMIT WITCH)

-> we exhange info about our various goings on and lifestyles

-> if theyre interested i invite them to make some kind of "tether" that would help not only send them back but also allow them to return if they so wished. i tell them about the garden/shrine (cuz it enshrines all the memories and effects dedicated to our various encounters hehe)

-> tether gets made (and yeah the tether could be just about anything, a scrap of paper, maybe something with something written on it, a sculpture of some kind, something culturally significant to the person in question, knickknacks, or some times they just give me something they were carrying on them at the time. one thing i usually liked to do was trade knives. i would make a knife (sometimes out of pure magic, or i would just fire the smithy up and we'd make it together) for them and i would ask if they wanted to trade and if they didnt id just give them the damn thing anyways. i mean yeah thats what the tether was. it was always an "exchange". the objects exchanged would always serve as the tether. always)_

-> i place the tether in the second garden/museum/shrine of encounters, putting them iin a display case, a hanging rack, or set it up in some way, shape, or form. taking care of these was also a nice way to pass the time.

->using the tether, i send them back if they want to go back immediately or i give them a magic thing that lets them go back whenever they want and let them do whatever, as long as they arent fucing everytihng up

-> i go bakc to enjoying my solitary floating island lifestyle

-> repeat

oh shit i almost compeltely forgot this ones so long lmao

so at some point after like living as described for who knows how many years, i ended up getting "summoned" myself. i was like summoned onto this thing like one of those bird watering fountains but with a magic circle on it

like this but the top was completely flat and thats where the circle was. iw as just like sitting in the fountain and i waslike absolutely fucking astonished, like how could they have done this to ME. how did i not notice it in time to intercept the spell, how couldi have let this happen, etc, etc. i was like on my knees sitting in the fountain and im just thinking how bullshit this all was when i finally noticed ppl circled around me. i was so mad. i think i just like threw large branches at them all or smth. i thinki woke up around then

#dreaj

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dogcodedcatboy · 10 months ago

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spamming questions bc it's fun 🔺, 🎄, 🍎, 🤍, 🍰, 😊, 🤔 !!

yayayyaya more questions abt aaaaaron :3c thank u for sending! 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? omg no. like, technically he has great knife skills but like. kitchen knife. he could probably not defend himself very well. the only thing he's ever punched in earnest is the Wall and that doesn't tend to fight back very hard. 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? HALLOWEEN! his bday is the day b4 halloween, so him and the gang usually do a combined halloween/bday party. he absolutely loves it. scary movies + getting drunk + costumes ... it has it all. valentines day is close second because he loves love and loses the idgaf war every day 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? aaron was born and raised in boston! DEPENDING on what i finalize for my succ insert lore... he either lives there still (as he does in his original ocverse) OR he has since moved to NYC. he loooves boston and really really would miss it if he moved away. his housemates rent a nice place in cambridge and spend a lot of time in harvard square. aarons fave bagel place is black sheep bagels and if he did move he would bitch Every Single Day that no bagel could ever be that good (not true, nyc bagels ovi slam hard as well) 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? ooh questionable traits... + he gets bored easily. he's definitely a fun guy and likes to try new stuff, which is good. but he definitely gets under-stimulated easily. guilty of sometimes starting shit just for something to do. + aaron is veeeeery flirty. regardless of his relationship status he craves attention so so badly. he definitely likes to chat people up for fun and then hit them with the "...anyway me and my BOYFRIEND..." beam and then walk away + aaron has a very obsessive personality (outside of the ocd, which he also has). this can be good bc he is SO SO passionate about the things and people he loves. but ovi this isn't always a positive thing.

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? aaron isnt a Huge sweets guy despite his love of baking (he moreso does it for other people). he loves bitter flavors (dark chocolate) and fruity flavors, so something like black forest cake would def appeal to him. he LOVES sour stuff, and can absolute demolish a bag of sour gummy worms at any time.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? career goals? he's not /super/ career motivated though. as far as goals, he just wants to have Fun. he is not a serious person, to a point. he wants to travel, try new things, live a life that leaves him with a lot of fun anecdotes to bring home to his friends. he really chases pleasure wherever he can find it, even if its fleeting

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? + constantly fidgeting w his septum piercing, always scrunching his face up to mess w it + very fidgety in general, always messing with Something + incredibly sentimental. keeps all kinds of keepsakes like concert tickets, museum brochures, flyers (etc etc) in showboxes in his closet. + always has an airpod in listening to music. literally almost always + talks to his cat like hes a human and can understand him. gus knows all of his secrets...

#📬 mail #jerome 🎥

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🌈 & 👎 for the ask meme? whichever oc ye prefer

since u didnt pick the oc ill just go briefly for everyone thats on my poll

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

bee: for a while, that was engall. he was the "new person" at the time and made her feel like she was slowly being pushed out of her group. she got better after a while after some meditation and reflection. aside from him, she tends not to get along with some of the more "sons of skyrim" stormcloaks, not least because of how they treat her for being born

engall: strangely enough, engall doesnt really hate particular people. his hatred extends more to positions of power, and just an overall disdain for anyone outside of the brotherhood or his particular circle. back when he was a kid though he could list off any number of people and reasons he hated them and wanted to push them into a meat grinder

venel: oh theres loads of people she doesnt like despite having to get along with them. so many dunmer in morrowind are ASSES. same with everyone else actually. the people in power that shes had to woo to the nerevarine cause are Quite The Collection Of People

elegoth: ulfric, balgruuf, tullius, actually basically anyone when it comes to the civil war. he supports skyrims liberation but good god if some of these people are dense and insufferable. he hates thalmor supporters most of all, but given his backstory thats obvious

eldrys: okay heres a hilarious one. so hes a vigilant of stendarr. engall and his husband are vampire and werewolf respectively. he spends the entirety of the dawnguard questline with them. the irony was not lost on him either. this man has complicated feelings about them at the very least

az'hiri: she'll never forgive eláne for what he did to engall

shar'ja: queen ayrenne, strangely, despite being one of her Eyes. her demeanor and the company she keeps rubs him the wrong way, and he never goes out of his way to be around her

gwyneth: people who partake in society. she's a very singular survivalist type, as raised by her extremist parents. despite how much she has in common with everyone around her in society, she'd much prefer to be alone in a hand-build cabin with a couple of purebred, loyal hunting dogs. erandur can visit tho

skaris: the list goes on. his father, the priests, the guards of wherever he's holing up, etc. being a prince-turned-pauper brings out a violent hatred for everyone around you. its not fair!! right?

yrwe: he is INCREDIBLY suspicious of any and all humans. he's a snow elf, and to him they all look the same

alaiko: she's yet to find someone she really dislikes. i havent played her very far, but being regarded as a "very ugly khajiit" when she is neither ugly nor a khajiit doesnt leave a good taste in her mouth

nakai: most merchants. shes...how do you say...lets say a haggler? she starts at 0 and doesnt go up. shes not very popular at places of business, so i guess it's more the other way around

aevar: there's some folks in the skaal village he doesnt get along with maybe, but hes generally an easy-going guy. he's been through a lot, but its hard to rise him to actively dislike someone

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

bee: yes! she speaks jel and cyrodiilic (english), jel natively

engall: yes! he speaks cyrodiilic (natively), ta'agra (fluent), and CSL (cyrodiilic sign language, fluent). he's also picked up a touch of nordic and dunmeris

venel: no. she's *learning* dunmeris, but she only fluently speaks cyrodiilic

elegoth: yes, he speaks aldmeris (native) and cyrodiilic (fluent)

eldrys: no, just cyrodiilic, touches of nordic as well

az'hiri: yes, she speaks ta'agra (native) and cyrodiilic (fluent). she's also teaching her wife and son cyrodiilic

shar'ja: yes, ta'agra (native), aldmeris (fluent), and cyrodiilic (conversational)

gwyneth: kind of? she speaks bretic natively and is reluctantly coming to learn cyrodiilic

skaris: of course! cyrodiilic is his native, but he's been given fine instruction in dunmeris (fluent), aldmeris(decent), bretic(ehh), and ald chimeris(passable)

yrwe: no, he speaks ald falmeris (natively) and only the absolute minimum cyrodiilic

alaiko: she's currently only fluent in nordic, bet she's learning cyrodiilic

nakai: yes, cyrodiilic (native) and nordic (fluent)

aevar: yes, skaal nordic (native) and cyrodiilic (passable)

#ask game #anon #bee #engall #venel #elegoth #eldrys #yrwe #alaiko #nakai #aevar #az'hiri #shar'ja #gwyneth #skaris #ty for asking!!! im surprised by it bc im not used to it

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sweet-star-cookie · 4 months ago

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-FURIOUS CLAPPING AND CHEERING-

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YEAH!!!! Congratulations Tabs!!!!! :DDDDDDD

The amount of time, effort and dedication that you put into this fanfic has been truly astounding to see, I am humbled and grateful to have such love and care put into something featuring so much of my own lore and characters, all born from our mutual interest in stars and the zodiac :D It was always a treat getting the chapters and lore asks from you, and it helped me iron out some concepts for my own work in the process too! I also really enjoyed learning about your world and characters, I never get tired of seeing another person's interpretation of similar concepts like the constellations/zodiac, and this was no exception!

If I recall correctly, it was this art style swaps post that led you to my art blog for the first time. Most people who find that post are interested in the different show styles rather than the original one, but for you it was the opposite! I guess it was fortuitous that I put the logo above Cassie too, otherwise you might not have known she was for a zodiac themed story in the first place, haha!

This is a truly amazing achievement, and I’m beyond honoured to be a part of it :’D I never thought I would ever get something like this, especially since I only just launched the comic this month and a lot of the story, lore and characters are still a massive WIP! Even with how long I’ve had this story, it is incredibly hard to get people interested in original work compared to fan art in general, so it’s wonderful that such a fateful encounter like this can happen in the massive sea that is the internet.

That said though, I’ve never had grand aspirations for the reach of my work in general, even now. I’ve always wanted it to be the kind that’s within its own niche that one stumbles upon at random, but hopefully has an impact nonetheless, much like the works that I stumbled upon online that became quite formative in my development as an artist and writer by complete happenstance. Knowing that my work could help encourage the creativity of someone like yourself is incredibly gratifying, I am delighted to be one of your readers and to have you as one of mine ;u;

Wherever we go from here, thank you so much for not only being interested in my art and stories in the first place, but for taking the time to make your own with them alongside your characters and world. It is a gift that I will cherish forever <3

SOMEONE LIKE ME (EPILOGUE) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

y'all. this is it. the culmination of thirty something weeks of work, over roughly nine months. the final chapter of SLM. enjoy.

previous chapter is here

masterpost is here

tagging @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @maiawhimsicalt and @sweet-star-cookie

"Hey, Cassie!" Ellie shouted as she ran down the hill, towards Cassie's house. Leena was running behind her, grumbling for the brunette to wait.

"Hey!" Cassie began running towards them, waving her hands. Ellie soon slowed to a stop in front of her, with Leena arriving soon after.

"When's Ciara getting here?" Ellie asked as Leena attempted to catch her breath. "You've been telling us about her for weeks! And we still haven't been able to see her."

"Our schedules never lined up," Leena pouted. "I want to meet this girl."

"She should be arriving any minute." Cassie leaned over to look at Leena's watch. "Aaaaaany minute."

"We should start walking back to your house then." Ellie pointed in the direction of Cassie's house. "She might leave if she gets here and there's nobody else there."

"You said she has a cool sword?" Leena asked as all three of them started running back. "You two could sword fight."

"I don't think my mom would like that," Cassie said, thinking of how horrified her mom would be if she started a fight in their backyard. "And our swords are different styles, so I don't think it would be a fair fight."

"Is she a ninja too?" Leena pondered as they all collapsed in the grass of Cassie's front yard. "Cause you said she has a katana."

"Aren't those samurai?"

"Oh yeah."

"I think swordfighting would lead to someone getting hurt, so maybe neither of you should do that!" Ellie said.

A light buzzing sound began to ring out, and all three girls perked their ears up.

"She's here!" Cassie scrambled to her feet, running towards the slowly forming portal door. The door slowly began to swing open, and a mildly disoriented Ciara stepped out into the sunlight, blinking slowly.

"Oh, damn." She grinned, the portal shutting behind her. "We got the whole gang here."

"Hey!" Cassie grabbed Ciara in a hug, and Ciara chuckled, patting her head.

"Hi. These your friends?"

Ellie waved (aggressively) and Leena also waved (timidly).

"I'm Ellie!" Ellie put her hand forward for Ciara to shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Ah, so you're the one that's been dying to meet me." Ciara shook Ellie's hand. "Glad to know I have a fan."

"I'm Leena." Leena pointed towards Ciara's sheathed sword. "Can I look at your sword?"

"Knock yourself out," Ciara said, pulling off her sword and tossing it towards Leena. "Be careful though."

Leena unsheathed the sword, ooh-ing and ah-ing at the blade. She immediately ran off with it, Ellie shouting at her to be careful.

"Your friends seem cool, Cassie." Ciara ruffled Cassie's hair. "I might have to start dropping by more often if I want to hang out with them more."

"They're really cool." Cassie nudged Ciara's shoulder. "We might need to get you some more friends, though."

"I guess so." Ciara grinned. "Y'know, I'm really glad I met you. Someone..."

"Someone like you?" Cassie asked.

Ciara thought about it for a second, looking up at the sky.

"Yeah. Someone like me."

y'all. I can't believe I wrote this entire fic over thirty weeks. this is the longest fanfic I have ever written. hell, this is the longest thing i have ever written, full stop.

i'm going to download this onto my phone and read it while on my 11 hour flight to japan (editor's note from future tabs cause this post is queued: I did read it on the flight to Japan. it was very enjoyable.) it's longer than the first Harry Potter book. it took five whole minutes for my crappy Chromebook to load every chapter. seriously, this is insane and I wouldn't have been able to do it without you guys' support.

this will be uploaded onto my ao3 one chapter a week in the fall once I get back to school. you can check out my ao3 at flylittleswan.

i want to give the biggest thank you ever to Katie Mackenzie for inspiring this whole thing, giving me references and information about her world whenever I asked, and for just being an amazing artist overall. please check her out at her various blogs, @sweet-star-cookie (main blog), @akysi (art blog), and @starglasszodiac (zodiac lore blog)

i once read somewhere that every story will have a reader no matter how small it is. I suppose, through this collaboration, that we have become each other's readers. thank you for being kind enough to draw my character Ciara, and I hope I have been able to do your character Cassie justice. I know that we both have been working on our respective zodiac worlds for quite a long time, and that it was an amazing twist of fate for us to have met last year. I hope you have enjoyed this epic saga of our characters getting into wacky shenanigans over these past few months.

i am still considering making spin off fics of our other characters meeting, perhaps a series about the zodiacs themselves meeting each other, but we shall have to see about that. as much as I have loved writing this fic, I gotta say that I definitely need a break :D

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for enjoying my stories, and I will see you later! <3 - tabs

#take a much needed break tabs!!! you've earned it <3333 #and have fun in Japan :D #tagged for me #Starglass Zodiac #SGZ #TZE #The Zodiac Experiment #crossover #fanfic #long post

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6okuto · 3 years ago

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— felix relationship headcanons

warnings: none! :-)

note from nia: this is in honour of the new felix chapter because i want him so bad. you don't understand. i did this pretty quickly and tried to make this as neutral for the reader as possible (gender, appearance, height, etc.) but if you spot anything i could change please tell me! hope u enjoy!! <3

loves being called petnames — baby, babe, love, etc. etc. he gets super flustered the first few times. it eventually turns to a slight flush on his face

he'll call you love and kiss you as you pass each other without thinking. happens a lot when he's sleepy and doesn't process what's going on enough to be embarrassed

if he finds you asleep on the couch, he makes sure to drape a blanket over you. if he isn't busy and feels a little needy, he'll actually just squeeze in and cuddle you before falling asleep himself

he likes coordinating outfits with you in general if you're willing. whether it be the colours or matching accessories, he likes letting people know you're together

likes when you guys wear each other's clothes, thinks you look super good and also feels very good himself

he has your favourite drink memorized and now you two have matching mugs that you have to use if you're together

he loves going on bookstore dates where you pick out books for each other to read and talk about them afterwards

he also loves exchanging annotated books with you and he has a specific shelf for all of them

if you aren't a big fan of reading, he'll love talking about his own if you'll let him.

don't worry, he takes a lot of interest in your own interests whatever they are. art, music, puzzles, sewing, video essays, people-watching — he just likes hearing your voice and whatever makes you happy

during new years, he'll prepare a spell to make mini fireworks for you to kiss under as a date :(

some other dates include going to a museum, an aquarium, one of those custom pottery places, going to a new cafe, ice skating, or one of those hidden places around the city (think abandoned building or secret swing)

he also likes taking you with him when a new book he's been waiting for is out. it's really cute, he likes sharing his interests with you

whenever he feels especially drained, whether from magic or family issues, he quietly comes up and hugs you, nuzzling his face into your neck no matter what you were doing beforehand

he stays near you, explaining that "you don't need to do anything, your presence is comfort enough." but if you gently tug him along to bed to cuddle, he'll appreciate it a lot

do the same thing on evenings where he's fallen asleep at his desk please. he'll wake up with a very sore neck if you don't

if you're having a bad day, he's immediately there for you unless you ask to be alone

he'll do whatever you want — cuddle, talk, distract, he just wants to help

he loves being little spoon </333

he's kind of a clinger when he sleeps. if you need to go to the washroom in the middle of the night it'll be a struggle

when he's nervous, he likes to hold your hand and/or play with your fingers

he also does it when he's trying to calm down, as seen during family dinners

he's talked to his dad about you already and continues to do so. he asks for advice sometimes because he doesn't want to mess anything up

likes pulling little pranks on sage or anisa with you

does not like when you try pulling pranks on him with sage. please stop trying to turn him into a catboy again

has a signal for when one of you wants to leave wherever you are (event, dinner, whatever. partner's comfort is a priority)

when he get jealous he has a little pout on his face and hugs your arm while he glares at the other person. he'll deny it at first if you confront him about it though

cup his face, kiss him on the nose, remind him that you love him and he's putty in your hands (definitely clingier for the rest of the day but who's to complain)

you know how you guys took that bath together? yeah that becomes a regular thing. he finds everything about it very comforting and intimate

there's a lot of photos of you guys looking at each other while the other doesn't notice with this overwhelmingly lovesick look on your face

he loves doing chores with you. he usually finds them annoying or tedious but it's suddenly enjoyable when he has you

especially when you're out and about and you hold his hand under the guise of "not losing him in a crowd" even when there's no crowds

(pda isn't really his thing so holding hands is about as much as you'll get out of him)

he has a habit of writing grocery lists because sage would never get what they needed. he'll let you buy snacks for yourself though

you do each other's nails. thank you

i think he'd be one of those people with less than 50 followers and like no posts. the only times he's online is to post about you

if you ever post him on tiktok it Will blow up because he's so pretty and you guys look so good and now everyone in the comment section is crying and throwing up

he likes when you brush his hair and will brush/do yours if he can

felix in a ponytail. felix with one of those tiny sprout ponytails...are you seeing the vision. he'll only let you do it if he's sure no one else will see but he's so cute

he spent a very long time trying to think of what to do to celebrate your one month anniversary, and also contemplating if it was silly to celebrate in the first place

he ends up bringing you to his room and performing some magic he had been practicing, as well as giving you gifts he bought and wrote himself

one of these gifts included a necklace that matches his </33

he holds your hand in his pocket when it's cold

he likes sharing an umbrella with you because it's an excuse to stand really close

he has had this goal of dancing with his s/o either in the middle of the night in the kitchen or in the rain like they do in the stories for the longest time please do it with him

there's a lot of nights where you walk into the kitchen and he's already there (getting tea, eating olives, whichever.) and you both just whisper and mess around before going to one of your rooms for the rest of the night

if you stay up long enough, he likes watching the sunrise with you

you are his lock and home screen. the photos switch out whenever he gets a new one but it's always you, sometimes with him

one of his favourite photos is a candid one of you laughing at a joke he said

whenever he's having a rough time he'll open his phone and smile

he makes little comments on shows/movies you watch just to hear your laugh. not too many though because he understands it can ruin the mood

he texts you throughout the day of interesting things he's found, to complain about sage, ask you if you've eaten, etc.

he loves info-dumping. sometimes he'd do it when there was a sort of awkward silence, but once you tell him you enjoy it you are his go-to whenever he wants to ramble

he really likes lazy makeout sessions where you get to giggle and cuddle

i think we've all seen what happens when felix gets a burst of confidence. he always takes advantage of it and teases you when you're least expecting it because he likes your reaction — or to try to escape doing something he doesn't want to.

#last legacy #felix escellun x reader #felix iskandar escellun #last legacy headcanons #last legacy fluff #fictif felix

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kohakuarisaka · 4 years ago

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Untamed (chapter 2 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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As it turned out, 'secluded cabin' was a pretty accurate statement.

Hawks had arranged for a very discreet hero taxi service to drive you the 5-hour trip from Musutafu to a quaint mountainous village that was so small and quiet, you almost doubted it was even on the map.

Past the snowy village, through the winding roads and towering trees, over a bridge, past a frozen lake, and then some miles off the main road, tucked away in a small clearing, was a beautiful cabin.

While the days were steadily growing warmer as spring rapidly approached, it still snowed at night. The snow had melted off the trees from the warmth of the midday sun; but, there was still a light blanket of white on the rooftop and across the surrounding grounds.

There were no poles lining the street, nothing that could bring electricity to the house; however, you could see what was likely a generator tucked away in the back. Someone had propped the cover off and cleaned out the snow.

At that sight, it became obvious that Hawks had beat you here. He already taken to clearing the snow out of the entry way as well, exposing a beautiful cobblestone pathway.

You exited the vehicle and retrieved your bags from the trunk. The very second you closed the hatch, the driver made a speedy exit, wheels skidding in the snow as they backed out before doing a sharp U-turn and barreling down the road.

Luckily, the entrance to the cabin opened before you could worry that you had just been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Sure enough, Hawks stepped out, wild blonde locks brushed back, a little fluffier than usual due to the change in humidity.

Despite how cold it was, he was wearing a black tank top and loose, light grey sweat pants. He even stepped out onto the cold stone pathway with bare feet. Yet, with a light flush to his skin, he didn't look cold at all.

You had been making a face when he approached, and he offered an explanation, uttering, "I told 'em not to linger. It's suspicious."

Some large plumes departed his wingspan and grabbed at your luggage, one even pulling your shoulder bag off your back. They whipped away, bags in tow, and zipped past Hawks and through the doorway, disappearing into the cabin.

The winged hero didn't immediately usher you inside, as he usually did in these types of situations, but arched over you suddenly, arms bringing you into a tight embrace while his lips captured yours.

The sudden closeness forced your back to arch. Unconsciously, your hands fell onto his barely clothed shoulders, and you felt how warm he was. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was running a fever.

The kiss was brief, but uncharacteristically messy, not that you were complaining. It was a kiss of longing, like he had missed you dearly, as if it had been months and not a day and a half.

He pulled back, a distant, albeit blissful, look on his face. His eyelids sagged as if he was tired, but the gold of his iris was bright and his pupils were focused.

"I didn't get to clean yet, but - ugh - do you wanna see inside?" he asked, some slight nervousness to his tone.

"Yeah," you breathed.

Hawks stepped aside and you gently brushed past him and stepped inside. The wood floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you crossed the threshold. Immediately, you were hit with a wonderful scent, earthy, like tree bark, but sweet, like raw honey.

It was a decent sized cabin, spacious and not heavily furnished. The kitchen was on the small side, but seemingly to accommodate a larger living room.

As Hawks had warned, there was a thin layer of dust all across the wood floors. The furniture was covered by clear tarps, shielding them from the debris.

The dining area tucked away in the corner had a chabudai in place of a western style table. It was small and clearly only intended for two people. You had a feeling it was new, considering how spotless it looked compared to the rest of the cabin.

A huge, stone fireplace rested against the north wall, surrounded by large windows that gave a beautiful view of the outside. They were adorned with heavy curtains, pulled back to let the sunlight in.

Hawks was lingering, following close, staring down at you as you walked around and took in the sight of the place. When your eyes landed on him, and you caught his unblinking stare, you realized he was awaiting feedback.

It startled you a little, for Hawks wasn't the kind to fuss over these sorts of things; but, you had a decent enough understanding of what a rut was to know what was going through his head.

"Relax, birdbrain," you cooed, reaching up to tap gently at his cheek with a closed palm. That seemed to knock him out of his stupor, for he blinked and suddenly looked sheepish. He flickered his gold eyes away, as if to give you space.

"I love it," you praised, looking back into the living area. "Cozy, and smells nice."

You heard him exhale a relieved sigh through his nostrils.

"We should get to work. Where's the cleaning stuff?" you asked, peeling your jacket off.

"Oh. I'll-" he began.

"You'll let me help," you interrupted him gently.

When you turned back to face him, and saw the bewildered expression he was wearing, you wondered if maybe that wasn't the right thing to fit with his current state.

"Unless that's... bad?" you offered uncertainly, shoulders sagging.

Hawks laughed suddenly at the sunken expression on your face, as if the joyous sound came sputtering out against his will.

"No," he answered softly, leaning in suddenly for another kiss, as if he couldn't help it. You didn't get a chance to kiss back before he was retreating.

"Don't change," he sighed. "I want you as you, not as my..."

"-subservient housewife?" you offered, just a little teasing.

He chuckled softly, breathing out a harsh, "fuck, no."

Hawks maneuvered around you and headed for what you guessed was a supply closet. Inside, the cleaning gear was also neatly packaged in containers and safe from dust.

It made sense, how neatly arranged everything was. Hawks was a fairly neat person; but, it was also clear that he had this whole thing down, neatly tuned and properly sorted out. He had been coming here for years, after all.

This place was special to him. That much was clear.

The two of you started to dusting and sweeping, followed by a diligent mopping, with the two of you working in tandem.

Hawks was fairly quiet during the whole ordeal, seemingly focused sternly on the task at hand. It had been his nest for years. This was hardly anything new; but, it was now going to be yours, too.

He didn't tell you that he had been worried he would react negatively to your presence. He didn't always react rationally during this time. Seemingly average things would sometimes irritate him, and a part of the possessive onslaught included this abode.

Fortunately, that hadn't been the case. Cleaning the cabin with you was soothing. He wasn't unaware of the obvious implication: that you were preparing a nest together, your shared nest. He didn't say it aloud, but you had come to that realization, as well.

It had actually calmed him quite a bit. He had been on edge before you arrived, skin prickled with heat and sweating unreasonably considering the cold. Those weren't abnormal during his ruts; but, it felt intensified with that knowledge that you were going to be here.

Darkness swept across the forest as the hours dragged on. Luckily, you were just about finished by the time it got dark.

There was a neat stack of firewood arranged on a carrier near the fireplace, making you wonder if that was what he had worked on before your arrival. The logs looked freshly cut and heavy.

Crimson feathers delivered logs to the hearth. Hawks retrieved a set of matches from a cubby near the carrier and then kneeled before the hearth. He set one of the matches ablaze and carefully ignited the firewood arranged in the pit.

Warmth and light flooded the cabinet. Plumes gathered along the edges of the curtains and pulled them back, covering the windows. When they returned to his wingspan, he stepped back and monitored the fire briefly.

While cleaning, you had learned there was a cellar and partial second story, as well as an indoor bathroom. It seemed that the main use of the generator was to power the water heater and indoor plumbing.

The cellar was small, down a short flight of stairs, with concrete floors and walls, the perfect size for containing a month's worth of food and supplies, far more than was necessary for just a week.

The second story was a loft that oversaw the living room, giving a great view of the fireplace. There was no safety railing on the upstairs, likely for the very obvious fact that Hawks could fly. There was, at least, a staircase.

Upstairs, there was a large bed frame with a plush mattress, wrapped up tight to protect from dust, a large chest pressed up against the wall, and a desk without a chair.

After he removed the bed cover, you watched Hawks pull neatly folded blankets and pillow cases out the chest. It was fascinating to see someone, who normally slept wherever his body landed, so meticulously prepare the bedding: layers and layers of blankets, followed by dressing the pillows and laying them out.

It was especially perplexing because of the intense, concentrated look on his face. He had been so focused that he hadn't even realized that you had paused what you were doing to watch him.

Luckily, you caught yourself staring before he did, and shuffled back downstairs before he could notice.

A sudden howling had startled you, before a sharp wind rattled against the shutters. Something was thumping gently against the roof and when the wind picked up, you could almost hear the trees shuddering outside.

"It's snowing," Hawks observed, suddenly at your side.

You could see a glimpse of crimson in the corner of your eye, and realized he had a wing fanned out around you, not quite close enough to touch, but hovering. Maybe, he hadn't even realized he was doing that.

"Oh," you answered quietly.

Together, you prepared dinner, settling for a classic favorite of his: yakitori chicken and stir fry noodles.

Eating dinner together, and talking about nothing, made you realize, it had been the first time in a long time, if ever, that you hadn't discussed work: nothing about the agency, nothing about heroes or villains, nothing about police business or missions.

It was just senseless conversations that amounted to nothing.

The dining table was small and the floor was cold; but, your hands brushed constantly due to the lack of space. It made you realize that you had longed to have this type of moment with him, something so utterly domestic.

"I know it's not super late," Hawks began, on his way to the kitchen with the dirty plates. "But, I'm gonna wake you up early; so, let's get to bed, okay?"

His voice was soft, surprisingly drowsy, you realized, and he continued, "it's - well, there's something I wanna show you, and it looks best in the sunrise."

He had started the dishes before you could; so, you stepped in close, deciding to tease him a little.

"I bet you do look best in the sunrise," you uttered, leaning against the counter top near the sink, where he had busied his hands. He was looking away from you; but, you could see his lip twitch into a faint smile.

Hawks laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Not me," he replied softly. Yet, he found himself feeling enamored with the knowledge that that was where your mind had wandered first.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" you offered, standing upright and shifting away from the counter.

"Nah," he replied simply. "I'll join ya' in a bit."

You changed into your pajamas, brushed your teeth and pulled your hair back, before heading upstairs. Blankets and pillows were stacked high on top of the mattress, making the bedframe disappear beneath it.

It not only looked incredibly warm, but incredibly soft, and an inspection with your hand, smoothing over the surface, confirmed that. There were several pillows pressed against the headboard and even more at the foot of the bed.

If you hadn't seen him arrange it, you would have doubted it was even Hawks' bed. From the glimpses you had seen into his life, he was a minimalist.

His office at the agency was fairly large, but looked almost comical with the lack of furniture in it. He wasn't one to buy much of anything outside of perishables.

"Take those off."

You had heard that commanding tone many times before; but, in the peace and serenity of this cabin, it startled you. Your shoulders twitched a little and you turned to face him, having not heard Hawks approach.

His gold eyes were glaring at your body, shifting up to meet your gaze when you turned to face him.

You gawked back at him, dumbfounded by his boldness, and a little intrigued, if you were being honest. He had warned you about this, and you were about to comply when his dark expression suddenly softened.

"Oh fuck," Hawks blurted, embarrassment washing over his face. The intensity of the moment dissipated and you found yourself unable to hold back a faint smile at the way his face so rapidly changed from anger to shame.

"Shit - I - sorry - ugh," he stammered, some redness tinting the tops of his ears. His dominant hand came up and ruffled his hair. "That was messed up. Ah - what I mean is, can we sleep naked?"

It was clear he wasn't embarrassed about the request, but the way that he had asked. You couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at his frazzled state.

"Of course," you uttered, and began shedding your clothes.

He was staring at your nudity as if it wasn't something he had seen many times before, as if his hands and mouth hadn't explored every inch of skin, hadn't touched and claimed parts of you your own hands couldn't reach.

It made you feel powerful, beautiful.

"Did you brush your teeth?" you asked, knocking him out of his stupor.

He didn't respond, but made a face that gave you your answer. He turned away then, and hopped over the edge of the loft, floating down into the lower floor, and scurried off to the bathroom.

Promptly, you disappeared beneath the blankets, shivering from the cold, skin prickled with goosebumps. You were about to scold yourself for complying with him so eagerly, without demanding a compromise, mainly that you expected him to warm you up.

Luckily, it didn't take him long to join you, and you suddenly felt a very warm, and very naked, body slot into the space behind you, wiggling beneath the blankets. It was almost concerning how warm he was, like he had just flung himself into the hearth before running back over here.

You rolled onto your back to greet him and Hawks wasted no time slotting over you, tangling legs, arms falling on either side of your head. Wispy bangs fell over his forehead, longer strands catching on his eyebrows.

Your eyes peered over his shoulders, where you could see his wings were fanned out above him, plumes stretched wide, looming possessively. When your gaze shifted to his face, your breath hitched.

His stare was hypnotizing, as if he couldn't believe you were here, gold eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit loft.

It made you sad to think just your presence alone had pleased him so much, whereas nothing else had yet to occur. It made you think of all the years he had to endure this alone, the loneliness far more straining than the lack of a pliant body.

"Hey," he began, voice hoarse, distant.

His dominant hand shifted from the bed to cup your cheek, thumb gently prodding at your cheek bone. Just like the rest of his body, his hand was so warm.

"I know I said I wouldn't let you leave," he explained, fingers sliding carefully across your temple. "But, if you want to, at any time, I'll call the taxi and-"

You leaned up, taking his lips in a gentle kiss to silence him. He moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by your interruption. His hand departed your face, lowering to caress the side of your neck.

When you pulled back, he chased, not letting you depart from him quite so quickly. The kiss carried on for a short while, Hawks only leaning back when he was satisfied.

"No," you disagreed in a soft hum, hands rising to push strands of his hair out of his face. "I'm not leaving. We're going through this together. Okay?"

He let out a sigh that fluttered across your cheeks. "Okay," he agreed, as if he couldn't believe it.

Hawks shifted until he was lying beside you, one arm loose around your waist. You turned a little to lay on your side and lean into him, cheek falling comfortably into the pillow beneath your head, and felt him nuzzle into your back, bringing you as close as he could without ruining your comfort.

One of his wings folded carefully over you while the other sprawled out across the bed. The light from the fire just barely reached the loft, an amber glow that flickered with the dancing flames.

The sounds of the gentle snowfall outside was a little louder upstairs. One of the nearby windows rattled softly, trembling weakly from the breeze that shook the shutters. The rafters above creaked occasionally in melodic hums.

Behind you, Hawks' chest undulated with his breathing, moving against the skin of your back. His wings shifted ever so slightly in harmony with the expansion and shrinking of his lungs. The longer plumes on the ends twitched occasionally.

"Keigo?" you whispered.

He didn't answer. Judging by the way his arm had slackened where it rested over your waist, you figured he had fallen asleep already.

The bedding was soft, and you had no doubt that he had washed them diligently; yet, mingled with the earthy tones of the cabin, they smelt like him. The hearth crackled distantly, the sound a faint echo through the cabin.

It didn't take long to slip away.

• • •

Sometime in the middle of the night, you were woken by a strange sound. In your groggy state, it sounded like a distant animal cooing into the night.

Once you properly came to, you realized the warmth against your back had retreated. The blanket had been partially ripped away in the process, leaving the skin of your back exposed to the cold air of the cabin.

What had sounded far away you now realized was coming from right behind you, pained little noises and harsh wheezing. You rolled over to take in the sight of Hawks, blindly reaching for him in a moment of panic.

Worry struck you when your skin touched his. He had already been warm to the touch before; but now, his skin felt scorching, sticky with sweat. Your hand had landed on his chest, where you could feel his muscles rapidly rising and falling with each staggering breath.

The noise that had woken you became obvious then; he was panting, sharp and labored breaths that whooshed in and out of him, occasionally accompanied with a quiet, pained sound.

He had shoved the blankets away and was laying on his back, wings tucked in uncomfortably tight beneath him. Through the faint glow of warm light from the fireplace, you could see his chest raising and falling rapidly, head tossed back, face contorted in pain. Some strands of blonde locks were clinging to the sweat soaked skin on his face.

"Keigo - Keigo," you called to him, hands rising to his shoulders so you could shake him.

It wasn't until he jerked suddenly, eyes opening and head whipping towards you, that you realized he had been sleeping. His labored breathing intensified, but only for a second, before he started to calm down.

His gold eyes were glossy for a second, staring at you blindly, before he started to wake properly. His lips were parted, sharp breaths still escaping him in harsh wisps.

"Are you okay?" you whispered harshly. "Are you sick? You look-..."

You could see a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Now, with him leaning up a little, you could see the flush of red tinting his skin, all down his chest and across his cheeks. His shoulder muscles were tight and his wings twitched helplessly beneath him.

"I'm f-fine," Hawks answered, voice low and hoarse. He swallowed roughly. "It's - it's a n-normal side effect."

"You're burning up," you hissed, hands touching his skin so carefully, like you would hurt him if you were too rough. "Are you sure you're okay?" you insisted.

"Just need-" he growled, cutting off as he tried to sit up.

His movement had repositioned your hands, causing them to drag from his shoulders to his chest, less you lose stability and collapse on top of him.

It was a familiar touch, a place you had touched him many times before; yet, he froze suddenly, gaze shifting down to your hands as if they were grounding him to this plane of existence.

Hawks' gold eyes fluttered shut and his pained expression softened. He flopped back on the bed, giving up his attempt to sit up as if he had suddenly lost all strength in his body.

Catching on, you uttered into the cold air, "is that what you need? Keigo, do you want me to-"

"Yes," he answered sharply, hissing through the cold, chilled air. He sounded relieved, thankful that you had offered before he had to ask.

"God, fuck - I - I need you, need to - to - be inside you-"

His babbling briefly ceased when you pushed the blankets off yourself and rolled on top of him, a gesture you had done many times before, now a nearly perfect art.

You watched, hypnotized as Hawks arched his back off the bed and flexed his wings until they were sprawled out on either side of him. The beautiful crimson plumes stretched out across the sheets, shuddering in faint waves that matched his heavy breathings.

In the shift, his cock became pinned against your inner thigh. If you didn't known any better, you would have thought he was prodding you with an iron rod pulled straight from the fires of a forge.

It was unbearably hot, hard as steel and painfully poking against your flesh. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock, throbbing against you as if pleading to be touched.

Arousal had never struck you this hard before, with enough force that it made your never regions throb and chest tighten. Blood rushed to your face so quickly, you briefly feared you would pass out.

Now, hovering, looking down at him, it was almost unbearable. It was clear that Hawks was in pain, and you felt a tinge of guilt at the realization that his state had aroused you.

But, the truth was, he looked stunning.

Maybe it was the red flush staining his skin, or the glisten of sweat, shiny with the reflection of the fire burning in the hearth. Maybe it was the way his gold eyes practically glowed through the darkness, staring up at you like a starving predator, glaring with dangerous intent.

Some sort of inhuman growl escaped him and Hawks grabbed at your meaty hips, roughly pulling you forward. It didn't take you long to figure out what he was doing; but, your attempts to aid were waisted, for he simply dragged you down to his liking, until the heat of your sex collided with his face ungracefully.

The first thing you registered was his mouth kissing sloppily at your sex. His tongue followed, lapping at your folds impatiently before breaching your heat. Hawks was always the kind to give sloppy oral; but, this was something else entirely.

He moaned shamelessly when his tongue registered your taste, hips rising off the bed as if attempting to chase a sensation that wasn't there.

Your hands fall onto the wall, and you tried to keep yourself up; but, he wasn't having it, growling and pulling you back down. It was difficult to not go dead weight when his tongue was lapping at your walls, mouth suctioned around your entrance like he was trying to suck juices from a ripe fruit.

One of your hands weaved through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in a praising gesture. It was difficult to get out sensible words. Instead, you moaned broken pieces of his name, thighs trembling on either side of his head.

You had no idea how much time had passed before he seemed satisfied and finally lifted you up enough to remove his mouth. The wet gasp that escaped him, suggesting he had been holding his breath, riddled you with shameful lust.

"You made a mess," Hawks observed deliriously.

He sounded immensely pleased with himself and even leaned in to take another taste, this time honing in on your pearl. You felt more than heard his pleased chuckle when you whined at the sudden touch.

This time, when he pulled away, he let you retreat. As you shimmied down his body, you caught him wiping your essence off his face with a careful finger before popping it in his mouth.

Hawks' skin was still flushed red, all the way up to his ears; but, now, he looked damn smug to top it all off. You couldn't see the look you were wearing, but you knew by the heat on your face that it was lewd.

The cold of the cabin had been lost to you, especially when you positioned your hips over his and felt the head of his cock nuzzle at your entrance, threatening to breach your core.

Hawks' head fell back into the sheets with a whine, eyes squeezing shut. Tantalized by the sight, you intended to tease him a little; however, he nudged his hips forward with a sudden jerk, effortlessly impaling you on his cock, and taking that opportunity away.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Hawks shouted before sucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth. He released it after letting out a low hiss.

You closed your own eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of his impressive girth, and felt his hands slowly slide up your thighs into the dips of your hips, slotting over a spot he had practically engraved for himself ever since this began.

When your eyes opened, you looked down and took in the deliriously beautiful look on his face. His thumbs nudged your hip bones pleadingly and his eyes opened, peering up at you through dark lashes.

Forgoing any thoughts about teasing, you planted your hands on his chest and rolled your hips. The motion punched a whine out of him. The sound drawled out into a growl when you kept the rhythm, chasing your own pleasure.

"Yeah," he hummed encouragingly. "Come on. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Just like - ahh - fuck..."

You hardly needed the encouragement; but, the dirty words spewing from his lips further ignited the heat in your belly, and you whined in response.

He could have easily pulled your hips down to intensify the moment. Instead, he lifted his hips off the bed to meet yours, effortlessly matching your movement and chasing the delicious warmth and wetness of your core, while letting his hands hold you gently.

"Baby, do you feel good?" Hawks uttered lowly, his pleading question gently breaking through the moment.

"Y-ye-s, Kei - go," you sobbed, stuttering out your response and groaning halfway through his name.

It was always good; but, something about this moment made it more intense than ever before. You could already feel the sensation rising, thighs trembling every time his cock slid back inside, hitting the perfect spot again and again.

"Yeah?" he hummed, sounding so breathless and fucked out, despite you having just barely begun. "You feel good, so fucking good," he praised between labored pants and low moans.

"You're so fucking good to me," Hawks babbled on, head falling back into the sheets, where he closed his eyes. You watched his adam's apple bob, noticed how tight his jaw was clenched.

A growl vibrated through his chest, followed by a breathless sympathy of curses, "oh fuck - oh fuck. Come on, fuck my cock - yeah - ahhh. Ya' hear that? Those sounds. God, you're so f-fucking perfect."

Your union was loud, skin slapping together and wet, fleshy sounds echoing between the two of you.

His dominant hand released your hip and slid around, thumb prodding between your folds and seeking out your pearl. You were already so sensitive, feeling him so deep, teetering on the edge. When his calloused skin touched that spot, you let out a cry.

"Come on this cock," Hawks groaned. "Sooo close - f-fuck. Come on. Come for me. Fucking come. Gonna fill you up. You want that? My seed. Yeah you fucking d-hnn-"

His babbling ceased when your orgasm took you, the sudden spasms and fluttering of your walls making all sensible thoughts drain from his mind.

His hand returned to your hip, fingers gripping your waist, and he started roughly dragging you up and down to meet his thrusts. You went limp, letting him bounce you on his cock to your liking. Your hands slipped off his chest and you fell onto him, forehead knocking gently against his cheek.

You could hear him huffing and grunting, the occasional growl seeping through, right into your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm, and continued on, chasing his end.

His cock throbbed, firmly enough that you felt it and the sensation startled you a little; but, that thought was lost when he let out an uncharacteristically loud shout, crying out in ecstasy.

Hawks had always been loud; but, this was something else entirely, and the moans and growls didn't stop, along with his undulating hips, for what felt like an eternity.

To top it all off, you could feel it, spurts of his seed, burning hot as it filled you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out his feathers, each and every one trembling beneath him.

Then, finally, he went still.

Hawks' panting filled the room, almost loud enough to drown out the crackling of the fireplace. Even after his panting died down, he let out quiet groans, his orgasm having not yet waned in full.

Eventually, he turned his head and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. You turned your head to meet him, at first catching the corner of his mouth before he angled his head to kiss you properly.

You could practically feel the praises behind each kiss, thank you's and love pouring from his mouth to yours in a nonverbal gesture. His hands ran up and down your back, massaging your skin but also ensuring that you didn't move and he remained deep inside you.

When he finally released your lips, you busied your hands with his wild mane, gently pushing strands away from his face. He seemed to like the preening, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back.

You didn't have to ask if he was feeling better. His all-body, harsh red blush had mellowed out and he wasn't panting like a parched dog.

You hadn't realized you were still trembling until he uttered, "it's okay," in a soothing, worried voice.

His hands shifted to your thighs, where he carefully pushed them back and rolled you onto your side, keeping his cock nuzzled deep. His arms wound around your back, bringing you into an embrace while his wings stretched out behind him before sagging comfortably to the bed.

You realized, as he brought you in, that you were still shaking a little. The worry was evident in his eyes, like he had done something wrong.

"D-do you want me to pull out?" he offered in a weak voice.

"It's not that," you replied softly. "That was... intense."

When your eyes locked with his gold orbs, and he took in the sight of your expression, it seemed to steadily become clear to him, what you were feeling. His lips sought our your skin, senselessly kissing whatever he could reach, all over your cheeks, down your chin and along the expansion of your throat.

Hawks’ head fell onto the pillow and his wispy blonde hair tangled with yours. The unease began to fade away as he held you close, bringing the blanket back over your forms when his intense heat finally started to wane. So did the spell, and something concerning struck him.

"Please, tell me if it gets too intense," Hawks uttered, breath fluttering out against your temple. “I’ll-...”

He cut himself because he wasn’t quite what he would do, what he could do. Could he stop? In this moment of clear thoughts, he sure hoped so. But, part of him feared that wasn’t true, and the last thing he wanted was to lie to you about what he was capable of.

You had figured that he had yet to hit the apex of his rut. Yet, his warnings hadn't frightened you in the slightest, especially after what had just occurred. If anything, you were enticed by it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was affecting you to.

"I can handle you," you promised.

You felt more so than heard the uneasy breath that stuttered out his nostrils. Your words stirred something deep in his gut, overcoming the fear, burning arousal and adoration.

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beneathstarryskies · 4 years ago

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Hi lovely! Only if you are still doing them, but could I please request a NSFW alphabet for Madara Uchiha? 😊 thank you!

Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader NSFW Alphabet

(Smutty goodness under the cut)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Madara can be a bit distant after sex. If things got particularly rough (and they usually do) he’ll tell you how good you were for him. After that, he kind of likes to be loved on a bit.

Sex can be a very vulnerable act, and Madara can get a little overwhelmed because he’s not someone who is used to feeling vulnerable. Just let him lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair and listen to him talk quietly about what’s going through his mind.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His eyes of course. They’re powerful and he can use them to memorize every inch of you. Not to mention they heighten his experience because he becomes so much more aware of your movements and reactions.

On his partner, it’s probably a tie between the hips and hands. He loves gripping onto your hips and guiding you against him. He also really just enjoys feeling your hands all over him whether your touches are gentle or rougher. He can’t choose, and honestly, he wouldn’t entertain such a silly topic even if you asked.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Madara definitely wants to cum inside you. This stems from the fact that he’s got a super strong breeding kink. He’s a little bit obsessed with filling you with his seed then staying inside of you to make sure none of it drips out. If a single drop spills out he’ll be like, “So wasteful. Looks like we have to start again.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have a threesome with you and Hashirama really badly. Once he’s super comfortable, he may mention it to you. If you’re not into it, he would never force you to do it. It’s just something he’d be really curious about, and maybe even consider a polyamorous relationship.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely got some experience. Mostly super casual and not exactly intimate. A one-night stand or quickie here and there. He’s learned a bit about what to do to please a partner, but in the past, he hasn’t actually cared much. Once he’s committed, he’ll have to learn how to be intimate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In general, he prefers positions where he’s dominant. Even if you’re on top he’s gonna be holding onto you and taking charge. Doggy style might be his favorite. He’ll have one hand on your hips guiding you on his cock while the other hand is buried in your hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Madara doesn’t have much of a sense of humor. Sometimes you might find him amusing because he can be a little bratty if things aren’t going his way, but he wouldn’t be funny on purpose.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Madara isn’t super hairy. He has a dark line of hair leading into his pants to a nicely groomed patch of dark hair. He is very prideful about his appearance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Madara can be a mixed bag when it comes to intimacy. He can be a little distant at times, especially when the relationship is new. Just holding you down and pounding into you without much affection attached.

However, he does become more intimate once his feelings for you grow. In fact, he becomes downright passionate once he realizes he loves you. He’ll cling onto you and press kisses (and bites) to every inch of your skin. He’ll also become more vocal with praising you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Madara doesn’t masturbate very much. He has a lot of self-control, and would rather just wait until he can actually just have a proper fuck.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink is his absolute number one kink. Nothing turns him on more than fucking you and telling you how he’s going to fill you up with all of his cum. He’s also big into dominating you. Spanking, degradation, blindfolds, and bondage all come into play here. Overstimulation and edging both are things Madara is super into, and they often will come into play in tandem. He’ll edge you for ages until you’re begging him to let you cum. Then he’ll overstimulate you until you’re crying.

Madara will sprinkle some praise in there as well to remind you that no matter how much he talks shit during sex, he does really love you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is his favorite place because he can really take his time with you. He’s not always that picky though. Sometimes if you’re both out and about and you start being bratty, he’s not above dragging you into the nearest alleyway and teaching you a lesson.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re being kind of a brat, he wants to teach you a lesson. If you wear a cute little outfit in front of other people and he notices others looking at you, he’ll definitely want to remind you who you belong to. The thought of having kids with you gets him going pretty easily too.

Deep down, Madara is kind of touch starved as fuck. If you show him any kind of affection, he will absolutely be weak. He won’t admit it, of course. The softer the affection the more it turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a lot that Madara wouldn’t do. Just like everyone, he has his limits. He wouldn’t be into ageplay, scat, or piss. He might get turned on by a bit of pain and seeing you cry when he’s overstimulating you, but he would never want to actually harm you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t actually have much of a preference. He enjoys both equally for different reasons. You having your mouth wrapped around his cock while he guides you and fucks your face is amazing.

However, he also loves going down on you. He’s very good at it and can have you tinkering on the edge of climax in minutes. He loves the control he has over you in that moment. The way you tug on his hair and beg him to let you cum. He could stay between your thighs like that for hours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can switch the pace up pretty easily. It just depends on his mood. Sometimes he wants to be rough with you and have you begging for him to give you a break. Other times he just wants to take his time to kiss you all over and fuck you slowly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s very open to quickies, and it is a pretty common occurrence in your relationship. When Madara wants you, he wants you as soon as possible and wherever you can find privacy. He’s not picky about that.

Especially if he gets jealous. He has to have you as soon as possible to remind you (and kind of himself) that you’re his.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is absolutely game to experiment and take risks. (Especially if that risk could involve getting caught by Hashirama and him maybe joining.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last as long as he wants. Madara is very good with edging himself and has a lot of self-control during sex. He is able to go at least three rounds if he wants.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cuffs, ropes, blindfolds. Maybe a gag, but he won’t use it much because he likes hearing you beg. Maybe if you’re being too mouthy.

He’d much rather be the one using them, but if you play your cards right you might be able to finesse your way into using them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Madara is the biggest fucking tease in the whole world. He just loves hearing you beg and the more desperate you are (especially if you cry) the more he enjoys it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is pretty loud. Letting his moans of pleasure come out without much regard for if anyone might hear him. He also talks a lot during sex, and the things he’ll say will be inconsistent. One moment he’s telling you what a desperate little slut you are and then the next thing that falls out of his mouth is that you’re a good girl taking his cock so well.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Madara really just loves boobs a lot. After sex he’ll often want to snuggle up against you and put his head on your chest. During foreplay, he’ll spend a lot of time kissing and massaging them. He’ll tease your nipples with his mouth. He just really loves boobs, and he doesn’t even care about the size. Big tits, small tits, tits somewhere in between. They’re all good to Madara.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Madara has a pretty big cock. Around 8 ½ inches and super thick. If you’re not super experienced beforehand, he’ll definitely have to ease it into you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Madara has a super high sex drive, especially when things get serious enough for the possibility of having kids to come into the mix. He’s a little prideful, so he won’t admit how often he yearns for you. But he definitely does.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t tend to fall asleep super easily after sex. In general, he doesn’t sleep much. So he’ll probably lay beside you for a long time just listening to you breathe or the two of you talking nonsense until you fall asleep.

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