#ky writes

[kydrogendragon]

Hob hates changing lives.

He tells himself he likes it, a year or so in. He tells himself he enjoys the variety, the meeting new people, and seeing new sights. And he does. Just . . . not now. Now when he's still mourning his old life.

He sits on the couch—a new one, not the one that's formed to him over the last twenty years—and sighs as he stares at the few boxes he was able to bring with him. The small flat in Cardiff was fine, arguably lovely, in fact. He's been excited about it when he's first done the paperwork, and there's a distant part of himself that's still excited. But as he looks up at the unfamiliar walls and listens to the unfamiliar sounds of the street and city below, Hob can't help but feel trapped.

He can't go back. Not for a while. Not until he's forgotten in people's minds. He won't see the New Inn again or any of his friends from KCL or the Chens who knew his order by heart because he couldn't go more than two weeks without craving their food.

Robert Golding was gone to the world. Now he's just Rob Garroway—a nobody who lives in Cardiff who does . . . something. Hob hasn't actually gotten that far into figuring out what job he'll pick up this go-around. Maybe he'll try his hand at writing something other than historical essays for the university. Or maybe he'll buy a boat and become a fisherman. Lots of choices. All of them too overwhelming to even think about.

He collapses into the still-to-firm couch and tosses his arm over his eyes. The day is still young—its barely past one in the afternoon—and already he's exhausted. He can feel that familiar weight settling into his bones, holding him close to the earth. He doesn't even know any good take-out joints yet because Lord knows he won't have any energy to cook for the next week. Or two. Or more.

A problem for future him. For now, Hob turns into the back of the couch, face hidden from the sun and the foreign place he now calls home, closes his eyes, and sleeps.

#the muse struck #hob gadling #the sandman #ky writes #something something feeling like a guest or a prisoner in a place that's supposed to be yours #moving sucks #living elsewhere for a long period of time sucks #especially alone

[hangeslovers-world]

NERDY HANGE HCS!!!

A/n: i love thé idea of a nerdy loser hange so here are some thoughts and hc’s about em!!! And I hope you don’t mind if I tag you in this @abbyslev and @hangespublicist since I feel as though this is right up your ally!!! Not proof read..I’m lazy leave me BE.

Warnings! NSFW on the second half minors be warned

SFW!

-hanges favorite things to do with you is attempt to make you play dnd (with moblit and Erwin) they’re the dm EVERY TIME.

-if date nights are left up to hange it will without a doubt be watching documentary’s or a museum

-hange is a loser like they have friends but they would rather read books in their boxers and info dump on discord so you force them into the shower…a lot..

-hange has the cutest wide eye puppy look as they info dump to you about something “marsupials are so cool!!!” “Babe? What’s a marsupial…”

-they wear a visor and the nose sunscreen with a full on wet suit when you head to the beach and they snort and giggling making jokes about spf

-SPEAKING OF SNORTING hange snorts when they laugh not even just that but they slap their knee

- they have a flip phone you have to convince them to buy ANYTHING ELSE and even then they’ll be like “let’s compromise on a Nokia ok☹️”

-they walk around the house in stripped boxers and cringe tee-shirts like “nothing scares me but my wife”

-hange will take off their glasses wiggle and their eyebrows at you whenever you say something vaguely lewd…

-hange takes EVERY single ap not for college reason but because their bored…

-the only class hange has ever almost failed was art because hange cannot for the life of them draw

NSFW BIT MINORS DNI!!!

- get ready to ask yourself where the loser in them went…

-they eat pussy like crazy until you can’t speak they absolutely love it

-remember when I said they almost didn’t pass art? Yea that was a strap on day for sure your legs were aching

-UN TUCKING THEIR SHIRT TO FUCK YOU OMGGG (I’m so close to writing a whole fic about this alone)

-hange knows when they pick date nights it isn’t super exciting for you so they make it up by letting you sit on their face :)

-hange will wear glasses look up from between your legs while your panting and go “am I still a nerd?” Smirking then going right back.

-if hanges a little horny while tutoring they will have you sit and ride their thigh forcing you to answer questions

-the first time your nerdy partner and you had sex during aftercare you couldn’t muttering anything but “wow…” and hange went right back to being a goofy loser wiggling their eyebrows going “oooh la la”

-it’s like two different people the same person who snorts and slaps their knee is the same person denying you a orgasm like WHAT!?!

God I’ve gotta write a one shot for this cutie!!!

#ky writes #hange x reader #hange x y/n #hange smut #hanji x reader #hanji smut

[freetobecelestial]

day 3 of @starcrosseddeancas drabble event : stars

“Show me which ones you created again.” They both know it's a ploy to get Cas to lay even closer to Dean in order to point at the stars, but neither mention it.

Dean is only half listening, having heard that same explanation hundreds of times before.

“Do you have a favorite?” Another question Dean asks nearly every time, but Cas’ answer is always different. Sometimes pointing to one or another, sometimes saying he has no favorite.

Today, he turns to face Dean, their faces barely inches apart.

“Yes.” Castiel replies, gazing into Dean’s eyes but apparently not feeling the need to elaborate.

“Which one, Cas?”

“These two.” And before Dean can even open his mouth to reply, Cas lifts his head slightly, softly kissing Dean’s eyelids just as they drift close. Once Dean opens his eyes again, he finds Cas gazing at him lovingly.

“Sap,” Dean whispers back.

#spn #destiel #spn art #castiel #dean winchester #ky writes #destiel fanfic #fanfic #dreamydrabble #stars #established destiel #star gazing as a love language #still stuck in an air port #will be till 5 am #also it’s technically still the 7th for me so i count this one as being on time #fluff #destiel fluff

[takamikeiigos]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4.06𝒌

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 → 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐, 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕/𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 *𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝* 𝐢'𝐦... 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?? 🌈 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

The gentle nudge to your shin from underneath the table brings a soft smile to your lips as you sip your coffee. Hawks raises a full eyebrow at you from where he's seated across the table, a minute yet playful expression crossing his features.

You give him a gentle nudge back, shaking your head in attempt to hide your growing smile.

"Playing footsie?"

He leans back in his chair, shrugging nonchalantly he munches away on his pastry, his gaze never breaking from its hold on you. The sun is beginning to reach its peak in the afternoon sky, casting a bright golden glow through the windows of the small, quaint cafe you chose for lunch - its rays casting a warm glow on his features. His irises have an amber radiance to them, the avian features around his eyes complimenting them as they stand out against his skin - his cheeks slightly tanned from all the time spent in flight beneath the warm afternoon sun.

"Adding a little spice to our relationship," he winks, and you can't help but to roll your eyes at his childishness.

"I never would have thought such a high ranking hero could be so.."

"So?" Hawks questions; curious, urging you to finish your thoughts.

"Could be so puerile."

He barks out a laugh, grinning as if it was the funniest thing he's heard all day.

"Puerile, huh? That's quite a use of your words, there, dove."

"You're a menace," you roll your eyes again and sip at your drink, but he can see through your annoyed façade. Instead of retaliating with that spit-fire tongue of his, he reaches forward, prying one of your hands from your drink. You frown in slight disdain at having to act fast to tighten your remaining grip on your cup, but it melts away when he presses an innocent kiss to your fingers.

"A sap, too," you remark, but it's soft this time, as if you said the words quiet enough so only he could hear.

"Yours," he retorts. He says it whole-heartedly, his expression warm and longing, and you know deep down that your heart belongs to him, too.

You pull your hand away and break eye contact, flustered at the intimacy of the conversation and his actions. You decide to change the subject to save yourself from an elevated heart rate and heated cheeks.

"So, bird-brain, you're off today. You even turned your notifications off on your work phone," you muse, looking back at him with interest, "what do you have planned?"

Hawks leans forward, bracing an elbow on the table and resting his cheek in his palm while he looks at you. He smiles slowly, like a love-struck idiot, and you realize nothing is going to save you from his adorable antics.

"Well, I was thinking -"

His sentence gets cut off by the cafe's door slamming open, a tall man dressed in all black making his appearance known. Your skin bristles at the mask that rests over his face - white and made of plastic, with slitted eyes and a sinister smile. He raises a gun and you find yourself grasping for Hawks across the table, your heart thumping in your chest.

Your table is tucked into the back corner of the cafe, more than likely out of the man's line of sight, but that doesn't ease you one bit. Hawks is already turned around, feathers standing on end as he takes in the situation, before turning back to you briskly. He gives you a look, as if to say: stay put, don't make a sound.

He has no time to act before the man grabs a young woman by her arm and yanks her from her seat, holding her to his chest firmly with his gun pointed to her head.

"Nobody make a fuckin' noise. Not a single peep, you hear? All I want is the money. Anyone tries to start shit and this pretty little lady loses her head, got it?"

The quiet chatter of the cafe has fallen completely silent, it's patrons in too much of a shock to utter a peep. The cashier stands there nervously for a moment, and this seems to irritate the man further, as he presses the barrel of the gun firmly to his hostages temple. She screams and begins sobbing, nearly buckling in his hold.

"Now!" The man yells, and just then two more masked men come in, one with a gun and one with a duffel bag.

The second one with the gun, dressed the same but slightly shorter - with more muscle and bulk, turns and catches your table in his eyesight. He immediately raises his gun at the sight of Hawks. This alerts the other two and you can tell the situation is about to get very ugly, very fast.

Hawks can't act because of the hostage. Granted he can disband his feathers quickly to disarm the men, but any sudden movement is too risky for everyone involved at this point.

"We don't want any problems," he says, calm, bringing both hands up in attempt to deescalate the situation. The second man with the gun ignores him and makes his way closer, his gun still trained on Hawks and ready to shoot at any given moment.

"Shut up," he spits, but Hawks isn't paying attention to him anymore, either; his focus primarily on the hostage.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, asshole," the shorter man presses, and something in you snaps.

"Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?" You spit back, seething with annoyance.

The villain trains his gun on you now, and at the same time Hawks turns his head to stare at you, expression caught between worry and anger from you disobeying him.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" The man asks in disbelief, shaking his gun at you.

"If you lay a single fucking hand on her-"

"No, seriously. Are you actually fucking kidding me?" You press, looking up at the villain from where you sit. "The fucking audacity, you low-lives. You think you can come in here with a couple of guns, put some poor woman - who probably has a family waiting for her at home, in the middle of all this, and disrespect my boyfriend on top of that, for a few wads of petty cash?"

"Oi!" The taller man calls, and you stand up abruptly, your chair scraping against the tile floor as it's shoved backward.

"No, you shut up. I'm not done. This is un-fucking-real. Your mothers would be ashamed. You're pathetic," you reprimand. And though you can't see their facial expressions, you're sure they're all looking at you like you're bat-shit crazy.

Hawks takes their stunned silence as an advantage and shoots a few feathers forward, disarming the taller man and pinning him to the wall. His hostage falls to her knees, gasping for breath, and once the shorter man catches on, he turns his gun on Hawks.

You knock the man's arm upward and a shot goes off, into the ceiling. He whips his free hand around and grabs you by the throat, and all you feel is searing, white heat against your skin before Hawks is on him, disarming him and pinning him to the floor.

You choke through the lingering pain in your throat and stumble, catching yourself on the table you once sat at, dizzied with pain and adrenaline. Through your blurred vision you see the third man, the one with the duffel, panic and run for the door. He doesn't make it far before he's assaulted by a flurry of red feathers, pinned to the ground with the rest of his accomplices.

Hawks turns his head to look at you, and the last thing you register is the look of fury on his face, before you hit the floor and pass out.

-

You wake some time in the late afternoon, your body caught in a haze of exhaustion and heavy fog. You blink a few times to clear the sleep from your vision, and bring a hand up to rub at your eyes tiredly. It's then that you realize you aren't at home, but are instead swaddled in a heap of blankets on a very large, plush bed, in a massive penthouse apartment that overlooks the city.

Who the hell..?

Just as you muster the energy to sit upward, you catch a mass of red feathers and a head full of blonde hair coming up the set of stairs that lead to the bedroom you're occupying. Though you wouldn't necessarily call it a bedroom, just a high platform that looks over the living room of the apartment.

Hawks is carrying a wooden dinner tray, with what looks like a tall glass of water, a bowl, and a few utensils. When he reaches the top of the stairs he stops abruptly, looking at you.

"You're awake," he sounds unsure; besides himself.

"I.. yeah," the words leave your lips sounding raw and scratchy. You can't help but to bring a hand up to your throat and rub at the discomfort. To your suprise you feel that your skin is rought and raised just slightly around the width of your neck, especially over your larynx - sensitive to touch.

Hawks winces.

"The guy with the gun.. the one who was about to send me to an early grave," he laughs softly, but there's no humor in it. It's cold and constrained - a sound you aren't used to, coming from him. He takes a seat on the bed next to you and sets the tray down between you both, staring into what you can now tell is a bowl of miso soup. "He was the only one that happened to have a quirk, it turns out. A lot like the Todoroki's, actually."

You can't help but to stare at him. He looks pensive - eyes focused on the view of the city beneath his apartment, lost between the evening traffic and whatever thoughts are rattling throughout his mind.

"Fire?" You ask hesitantly.

"Fire," he confirms. Whatever daze he's in releases its hold on him and he turns to look at you. He frowns, though, when he sees the paled scar tissue around your throat, and reaches down to grab the pill and the glass of water from the dinner tray.

"Here. It's Ibuprofen, nothing strong. Just enough to help with the discomfort."

You accept them both graciously, chugging nearly half the glass of water before remembering the pill. It goes down uncomfortably, almost adding to the scratch in your throat, but after a few more sips of water you're feeling much better than you were five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry," you mutter, setting the glass down on the tray.

"Don't apologize," Hawks voice has a sharp edge to it. He doesn't seem angry, but hurt; distressed, even.

"I antagonized him when I shouldn't have," you persist. You don't like the fact that you're the reason he looks like that. Distant and closed-off.

"You did," he agrees, but it isn't harsh. Just a fact. He reaches a hand toward you and you feel his fingers gently gliding over the scar tissue in your neck. He furrows his brow. "But ultimately, I wasn't fast enough. I hesitated. When it comes to you, I never should. And he put his hands on you, because of that."

"Hawks.."

"What good am I if I can't protect you, hm?" He asks suddenly, and his eyes are boring holes into you; deep, amber irises full of enough heat to put the sun to shame.

"But you did, didn't you?" You raise a hand to his cheek but he pulls away, as if he'd been burned, instead.

"He shouldn't have even been able to lay a hand on you in the first place," the words fall from his lips in a hiss - spiteful, angry.

You reach for him again, with both hands this time, and thankfully he lets you. The second your hands come to caress his cheeks he breathes out, slow, his eyes falling closed as if to steady his thoughts.

"Then erase the fact that he ever did."

You run a gentle hand through the soft, golden locks of his hair, and just as he begins to open his eyes, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. It's brief, and when you pull away he sits there, dumbfounded, staring at you like he's trying to find the answers to every question in the universe.

You take advantage of his stupor and move the forgotten dinner tray to the bedside table, the miso soup long forgotten by now.

And when you return your attention back to him? He's on you, pressing you down into the blankets and pillows, looming over you like a man that's found the greatest treasure that the world could harbor.

"No one," Hawks whispers, positioning himself on his knees between your thighs and bringing deft fingers to trail up your chest. He stops when he comes to the scar, and his eyes soften in the slightest, before his gaze turns dark. "No one is ever going to lay a finger on you, again. Not as long a I'm around."

Your heart flutters in your chest, a rapid staccato that you can't control. You've had your fair share of heated make-out sessions with Hawks; have even gotten each other off by merely grinding against each other. But you have yet to actually have sex, and the thought of it sets your skin ablaze and turns your brain to mush.

"Claim me, then," it's a request; a plea that falls from your lips.  "Make me yours, Keigo."

He bristles at the use of his given name, his massive wings flaring out to their full span and nearly knocking the soup off of the bedside table.

"The things you do to me.." He sighs. He tangles his fingers in the hem of your shirt and tugs upwards. You accommodate him so he can tug it off, and without a second thought he tosses it over his shoulder. It flies over the railing of the platform, landing somewhere in the livingroom below.

Your chest is bare before him, as you'd opted out of a bra for the day, and you immediately feel your cheeks flush. He notices your embarrassment and evens the playing field, disbanding his feathers slightly to pull his grey henley over his head, tossing it in the same direction as your shirt - over the railing.

Keigo leans in, then, pressing into you, and the warmth of his chest against yours makes it hard to breath. He presses his face into your neck, nuzzling into your skin as if he's trying to crawl under it, and you bring your arms up to rest on his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair.

The roll of his hips against yours has you gasping for air.

"Kei.."

"Shh, baby. M'Gonna take care of you," he whispers against your skin; nips at the sensitive scar on your neck. "Gonna make it up to you - make you mine, so no one lays a finger on you."

You hum into his hair - pleased with his promises, and bring your legs to wrap around his waist, holding him in place while you arch into his touch. The feel of his hands moving to grip tightly at your hips causes a dull buzz to travel beneath your skin, down to your core, where want and need make themselves desperately known. He continues to lave at the same spot on your neck, just over the pulse of your carotid artery, before sinking his teeth in and sucking.

You gasp, breath nearly caught in your throat, and you can't help the sudden thrust of your hips. Though the bite isn't deep enough to draw blood, you're sure it's going to leave a mark.

The mere thought of it makes your eyes roll back, a broken moan escaping your lips.

"That's it, that's my girl," Keigo praises. He starts a trail of kisses down your body, through the valley between your breasts and over the dip of your navel, before coming to a stop at the waistband of your leggings. He peers up at you, cheeks slightly flushed and pupils dialated, his fingers tugging at the elastic band of your pants while your hands keep purchase in his hair.

The way he removes your leggings and panties is almost teasing; agonizingly slow as he shifts his gaze down, studying your pliant body beneath him. He takes his time, as an archeologist would while uncovering the rarest, most precious secrets of the universe - the heat beneath his stare lighting something deep inside of you.

He lazily drops the clothing articles to the floor beside the bed and resumes his position - lying snug between your thighs, taking it upon himself to toss your legs over his shoulders. He brings his hands to rest over the tops of your thighs and squeezes, thumbs massaging into your skin soothingly.

You swallow thickly under his intense stare, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding in your chest; and when he leans in to lick a long, slow stripe through your folds, you can't help but toss your head back and arch into his touch.

"Fuck," you've barely even touched each other and his voice is wrecked; debauched with the want and need to taste you; to be inside of you.

His eyes flutter closed and he delves in again, a low groan falling from his lips as he laps up your juices. He tightens the grip he has on your thighs; flattens his tongue as he drags it slowly through your heat, before swirling it around your swollen clit and sucking.

Your head is spinning, brain turned to mush by the sole fact that Keigo eats pussy like he's been handed the nectar of life - savoring your taste on his tongue as he dives in deeper.

He can't help himself, your sweet moans and cries spurring him on; the way your body tries to fold into his, seeking out his touch and begging for more.

He releases his right hand from your thigh and you find yourself missing its warmth, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of his middle and ring finger sliding inside of you, rubbing against your sensitive walls.

You cry out again, fingers tightening in his hair while tears brim your eyes, the overwhelming pleasure almost too much for you to handle.

He continues to suck on your clit and crooks his fingers once, twice, and on the third time you're cumming, drenching his fingers and face while your sticky walls spasm around him. He moans against you, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, continuing to lap up your slick with his tongue.

He withdrawals his fingers slowly and sucks them clean, sitting back on his haunches to take in the gooey, wet mess he made out of you.

"Fuck me," you plead, spreading your legs to grant him a better view.

"Oh," he laughs, sultry, like he's planning something you aren't ready for. "I plan on it, sweetheart."

To his suprise you sit forward, grasping at the waistband of his sweatpants while you look up at him innocently. He watches you with curiosity, interest piqued as you reach a hand into his pants, beneath his briefs, where his cock rests hard and aching with need.

You pull it from it's confines and swallow, mouth watering as you take account of its size. It's... well, it's big. Thick and girthy; flushed a pretty, deep red color from being so full.

Keigo leans forward, a hand braced on your cheek; gentle, and pulls you in for a kiss. He nips at your bottom lip intimately, smoothing his tongue over it to get you to open up for him, and when you give his cock a few slow, languid stokes, he moans headily into your mouth.

He presses you to lie back before shimmying out of the confines of his pants and briefs, kicking them to the floor and wasting no time in crawling over you. You lock your legs around his waist and tangle your hands back in his hair, whispering praises in his ear while he takes hold of his cock, running the tip of it through your slick folds.

"Ready?" He asks softly, and you nod, bringing him in for another kiss. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance and rolls his hips forward, slow, until the walls of your pussy finally give way and suck him in. You whine, angling your hips up to take him in more, and he groans deep, sliding in slow until his balls rest against the curve of your ass.

"F-uuuuck," his voice is strained, and he stills for a moment, giving you both time to adjust. "So tight for me, baby. Takin' me so well, like you were made jus' for me."

"Just for you," it's an affirmation, a promise that you whisper into his hair while he tucks his face into your neck. He braces an elbow on the sheets beside your head to support himself, his other hand occupied with the curve of your hip, guiding you flush against him.

He pulls out agonizingly slow, so much so that you can feel the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls, just barely scratching the itch that's stirring inside of you. You moan his name and the hold he had on your hip tightens, his hips stuttering.

"Let go. Claim what's yours, Kei. It's okay."

Keigo grunts, fingers grasping at the pillow your head rests on, and you distantly hear the fabric strain against his hold; possibly even tear.

You don't have to tell him twice. Soon enough he's pounding into you, thrusting so deep and hard that the sound of your wet pussy and his heavy balls slapping against you echo throughout the room, drowning out your thoughts.

He rips his palm from the pillow and brings it to the crook of your neck, opposite of where his head is buried, and rubs the scar tissue gently - as if mapping it out. He loses himself inside of you, and you aren't fairing any better, the familiar, deep ache making itself known again low in your gut.

"You're mine," he growls, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling, expisosing your neck further to him. His thrusts grow erratic, sloppy, and you cry out his name as his wings flare out, bright red feathers loosening and drifting around the room. You snake a hand around his back and find that sensitive spot that rests between his shoulder blades, right at the base of his wings, and tug.

"Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart, m'gonna cum," he chokes, tonguing sloppy kisses over the hollow of your throat. He tilts your head slightly to the side, nosing over the scar that occupies unwanted space on your skin, and bites down over the same exact spot he did, before. You're sure that he broke skin this time but you could care less, so caught up in the orgasm that washes over you without warning, your body spasming around him as he fucks you through it.

He moans low and deep, like a wounded animal, teeth still sunk into your sensitive skin, and cums, his thrusts keeping pace to pump you as full as he can.

When he's satisfied that he's laid his claim, he lets up, hips still twitching minutely as he releases his hold on your throat. He pulls back slightly, caught in a daze with his cheeks flushed and his eyes heavy, and fuck, if he doesn't look beautiful like this.

You see panic rising within him, though, as he eyes the reddened teeth marks on the crook of your neck, reaching a hand out to tend to the wound. But you stop him, grasping his hand in yours and bringing his fingers to your lips. He stares at you in awe.

"Leave it," you whisper softly, pressing gentle kisses - assurances, to his knuckles. "It's proof."

He looks astounded; innocent like a child who's been caught doing something they shouldn't be, but isn't getting reprimanded. Your beautiful boy.

"Proof?" He rasps.

You smile at him lovingly, bringing your hand to rest on his cheek, lost in the warmth of his gaze.

"That I'm yours."

#keigo takami #hawks #bnha hawks #bnha keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #ky writes #mha hawks #n.sfw #bnha takami keigo #takami keigo

[misfits1a]

LYRIC PRANK. sk8 gang x reader

comedy?? maybe? i hope??

posted. 16 october 2022

notes. me yesterday: “i bet i could do sk8 texts and feel good about them” vs me today: “these suck😃”

banner inspired by & template from @cafekitsune​

cw. language; unedited

wc. —

reki

langa

kojiro / joe

kaoru / cherry blossom

miya

hiromi / shadow

© 2022 misfits1a. all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim my work as yours; please credit if you want to repost my work in a fic rec

taglists. @biqherosix @leonardos-katana @anything-and-everything-20

#yours truly — xx #ky writes #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 the infinity imagine #sk8 the infinity fake texts #reki kyan x reader #reki kyan #langa hasegawa x reader #langa hasegawa #miya chinen x reader #miya chinen #kojiro nanjo x reader #kojiro nanjo #cherry blossom x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki #hiromi higa x reader #shadow x reader #higa hiromi #sk8 the infinity

[underground-monarch]

Grian stepped out of the cave, taking a deep breath of the cool late-afternoon air. He glanced around for any signs that there might have been people passing by while they were inside, but there didn’t seem to be any.

Which was good, he supposed, as it was good to protect their resources from possible thieves, but on the other hand having a vulnerable green or yellow life wander right into their base would be an easy kill.

He moved a couple of paces away from the doorway, turning around the side of the hill, and stopped abruptly, staring down at the ground.

A single rose was growing out of the grass at his feet.

Grian frowned, his mouth opening slightly as though about to ask it what it was doing there. Because, actually… how did it get there? It hadn’t been there when Grian and Mumbo walked right over this spot on their way in, and not to mention the fact that roses were only ever found in large bushes as tall as a person, because single rose flowers didn’t even grow anymore and hadn’t for years, so there was no way that someone could have placed one there…

And yet here one was.

Curse of the Covenant chapter 2 is out now! Read it here!

#mdbb #multidimensional big bang #mcyt #last life #last life smp #last life fanfic #last life fic #last life fanfiction #ky writes

[nopoodles]

I decided to try something new with a planner/diary this year, which included tracking my word count and daily work-tasks so I have a better level of understanding of what I actually did in the time that I was working. (Because releasing Unlicensed Delivery got quite chaotic and I want to mitigate that this go around).

And I decided to take a leaf out of @thebibliosphere's book and use stickers for tracking word count (I never had a sticker chart as a kid). And I picked 200 words as my sticker-goal because that is still my baseline for a good writing day but I'm starting to think I should have picked a larger word count...

[id: a lined planner page with purple handwritten text and three units of stickers. 5x multi-coloured hearts, 19x multi-coloured stars, and 8x multi-coloured stars]

I didn't know I wrote so many words.... I'm gonna run out of stickers

#writing #writerblr #this is ky first week back from holiday and i wrote 0 words on Tuesday because i had so many other things to do for work

[cellgatinbo]

the two times tubbo almost told fit and pac to kill themselves and the one time he did (kind of)

#qsmp #tubbo #fitmc #pactw #qsmp clips #was watching fit and pac's pov and thought tubbo's response was. kinda weird? and wondered what he was doing #so i switch over and am knocked out by him no hesitation almost writing 'kys' in the global chat #it's the dead silent contemplation that really gets me with this one .

[leofrith]

ahsoka has no personality, practically no character arc, and probably less screentime than any of the other main characters. in the ahsoka show. sabine can suddenly use the force now because she thought about it really really hard. meaningful character interactions are constantly being cut short or interspersed with quips because heaven forbid we linger on any genuine displays of human emotion. morgan's identity as a nightsister could have been really interesting to explore but instead of doing pretty much anything with that her only purpose was to look like an idiot next to thrawn to emphasize what a genius he is. and then die. what motivation do the nightsisters have to help thrawn? that's anyone's guess! ezra is the only rebels character in this show who actually feels even remotely recognizable as his animated counterpart. and after all that we're probably never gonna get any resolution for shin and baylan because fuck me i guess!!!!!

#good thing i already know to expect disappointment! #anyway yeah that's all. waste of time. maybe someday I'll get around to writing the skoll and hati backstory fic that exists in my head #ky posts text #kyra watches ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #sw.txt

[hangeslovers-world]

Babe not again…

A/n- yes this is just hange and you watching the Lego movies…this is @hangespublicist fault but it’s also just the cutest sweetest idea so here…

Warning! Hange being a loser.

Figures are layed out upon your glass coffee table as you sit next to your ecstatic girlfriend “I love you so much” they smile so hard you honestly can’t be made you lost rock paper scissors for the movie night what you can’t understand is why your girlfriend decided to bring out six different Lego men “listen so this right this is Emmett!”

Hange says happily comfortably sitting next to you as you lay upon hange’s lap the movie finally starts…you’re about 20 minutes in and hange has paused every ten seconds to explain something “how do you feel about-“ You quickly stop their rant with a kiss smiling back at them “we can watch you stop talking k?”

You smile giggle looking at hange’s face which seems to be on cloud nine from the kiss with the worlds goofiest smiles “y-yea babe ok ok” hange shakes her head repeatedly happily a slight pink tint covering their face as finally the movie starts back up again you lay against hange’s chest listening to their heart race their smile their heart beat even their breath is just the most adorable thing “hello??? Are you even watching the movie?”

Hange slightly raises their brow for a nerd they really can’t pick up signs you think as you sighs and smile “yea hange let’s keep watching!” Hanges face lights up a kiss on the forehead as hange starts the movie back up!

(I’m just sooo obsessed with hange guys!!!)

#hange x reader #hange x y/n #hange x you #hange fluff #hanji x reader #hanji x You #ky writes

[takamikeiigos]

Hewwo!! I see ur tags and I had to ask... feral Keigo huh... ? 👀 There's somethin' about reducing a usually chatty, friendly guy into nothing but seething, frustrated silence as he drags you towards the bedroom so he can stake his claim on u and maybe relieve some pent up stress

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!

okay there's like.. feral kei who fucks you good 'n hard, head empty and so caught up in the way your pussy feels around him

and then there's like... feral kei, who's tired of being optimistic, tired of the commission's bullshit and the way they expect him to bend and break at their every will.

he is exhausted. he is aggrieved. he is drawn tight like a bowstring, ready to snap.

it's not common - seeing keigo in such a tense demeanor. typically he tries not to let these things bother him, instead focusing on the bigger picture.

but let's just picture what it's like when keigo finally does let it slip. when he lets the frustration take its course and his patience and equanimity start cracking at the seams. to anyone else he'd seem untroubled - his usual charismatic self; a childish smile on his face as he drips reassurances and optimism to his peers like honey into warm tea.

but he is oh so tired, and you're able to notice something is off immediately. his wings are tightly drawn to his back, his shoulders tense as he walks through the front door of your shared space. his brow is pinched ever-so-slightly but the façade stays in place, and the way he greets you as if nothing is wrong makes your chest feel heavy.

of course, you'll try to pry it out of him. but it's about as useful as trying to light a fire with a pack of wet matches. he doesn't budge, instead tells you he's fine and not to worry about it. yet you continue to press the situation, because he rarely ever takes the time to open up or decompress; always moving so fast that he can barely keep up with himself.

and something clicks then. he raises his head - his gaze moving sharply from where it was once trained on the dinner plate in front of him to yours across the table. his pupils are reduced to thin slits - focused on where you're seated and holding you there, and the feathers of his wings are ruffled - standing on end.

you aren't expecting him to stand so abruptly, the dining room chair scraping across the floor in protest. he breathes in slow, deep; and his voice is low when he speaks, lined clean and sharp like the edge of a knife.

"do you want answers, songbird? because you keep asking questions. and quite frankly i'm tired of the constant prying from all of you."

he walks around the table, slow, like a predator toying with its food. it makes your breath catch in your throat, especially when he comes to a stop beside you, leaning forward and crowding into your space. the brush of his lips against your ear brings goosebumps to the surface of your skin, and you suppress a full-body shiver.

"i'll give you your answers, lovebird. but i'm going to fuck them into you, and you're going to take it and listen."

and he does just that; fucks you hard and deep, his grip on the back of your thighs unforgiving as he presses your legs to your chest, fucking you as thorough as he can.

"is this what you wanted?" he hisses, venom dripping from his words as he leers at you. "wanted to see what's got me so riled up? what happens when japan's number two gets fed up? tired of - fuck - tired of being used as a weapon? a toy?"

he raises a hand from one of your thighs and grips your face, his fingers rough against your cheeks as he squeezes.

"i'll show you exactly how i'm feeling, sweetheart. you'll see exactly what it feels like to be used - spread thin and fucking spent."

#screaming i am screaming #aaaaaa!!!!! #i wanted to write more but i have to get up early so maybe I'll branch off of this later #but yes... #feral keigo #keigo takami #hawks #bnha hawks #bnha keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #ky writes #keigo takami headcanons #mha hawks #ky answers #:))))))) ♡♡♡ #n.sfw

[misfits1a]

masterlist, movies

disney's descendants🍎🪔🧚‍♀️ 🐕

it 2017 / 2019🎈

the hunger games

the mighty ducks🦆��

judah lewis characters (cole johnson - the babysitter; teddy pierce - the christmas chronicles; tommy eaton - summer of 84)

other movies

#yours truly — xx #ky writes #disney descendants #it 2017 #it chapter two #the hunger games #the mighty ducks #the babysitter #the christmas chronicles #summer of 84 #jennifer's body

[underground-monarch]

so I've spent the last few days working on my plan for my Multidimensional Big Bang fic, and I think this is very likely gonna end up being one of the angstiest fics I’ve ever written and I might actually hurt myself by writing it but it will be so worth it

I thought of the basic concept before, and then my brain supplied me with the angsty twist to it and I literally out loud made a noise like a dog getting stepped on,,,, which of course means that now I am legally obligated to actually do it lol

I’m genuinely having a lot of fun planning it out. I never usually do detailed plans for my writing, it’s usually just a few bullet points to outline the basic concept and major plot events, but I really want this story to be done justice so I’m detailing out so much more and just making distressed-excited noises the entire time

also my notes aren’t entirely serious, so I’ve got phrases like “they have some relationship-establishing banter” and “it’s night by now (because that’s better pathetic fallacy for what’s gonna happen next)” XD

I’m so hyped to be able to start actually writing this thing, and to start working with my artist and beta reader to make sure no-one leaves with any heartstrings intact >:D

#multidimensional big bang #mcyt #ky makes word noises #the only downside of me doing this planning for my fic is that it's giving me an excuse to procrastinate working on my last summative #assignment that's due in next friday #ky writes

[ky-yk]

eve, psyche, and… (hyj x f!reader)

a sequel to “delicate (hyj x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 2.4k

author’s note: you asked, i delivered. hope u enjoy this one, fruit baskets 🫶🫨

you weren’t a k-pop stan. not by a long shot.

yet here you were, in seoul, seated as close to the stage as you could be for le sserafim’s flame rises concert.

you sat patiently waiting for the show to start with your bucket hat resting low on your head and your banner on your lap. to pass the time, you started mindlessly using your phone.

soon enough, you ended up looking through your conversations with jen and reminiscing on how far you two had come.

after sending jen that dm, you pocketed your phone and continued your journey back to your hotel. as soon as you arrived, your phone connected to the wifi and came alive with notifications from friends and family asking about how the concert went. you put your phone down and instead decided to get on with your evening routine before replying to them.

as you settled in bed, you skimmed through your friends' and family's messages.

however, one notification caught your eye.

jenaissante: well well well

you smiled to yourself as you finally read the message. the girl was online as well and must’ve seen you read her message because you then saw a text bubble pop up beside her profile picture, the three dots bouncing around in anticipation.

jenaissante: wait wait not here 😭

suddenly, you receive another notification: a follow request from what appeared to be her private account.

jenaissante: let’s talk there instead

itsyn: alright then 😭

after accepting her follow request and following her back, you dm’d her again.

itsyn: so

itsyn: a k-pop idol, huh?

you barely slept a wink that night because you spent the whole time talking to jen—yunjin. laying on your stomach while hugging the pillow beneath you, you and her talked about anything and everything until the post-concert exhaustion caught up with you.

the other girl must’ve noticed you’d passed out, because as she sat at the airport and waited to board, she chuckled to herself before typing one last message for the night.

pas.un.ange: good night, y/n.

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself as you pocketed your phone, paying attention to your surroundings instead and taking it all in: people settling into their seats, the excited chatter of fans (fearnots? is that what they’re called?), and just the sheer scale of the production. you had a vague idea of just how huge jen was, but seeing it in person was surreal.

quite the superstar you are, huh, jen?

before the show began, you picked your lightstick up from your bag, as well as your battery pack, and put them together just in time for the lights to dim as everyone else raised their lightsticks and cheered in excitement. you looked around at the scene, a sense of pride washing over you as you happily hollered with the crowd.

an intro video played on screen, signaling the start of the show. as each member appeared on screen for the first time, the crowd went wild, making you chuckle at first before joining the ruckus.

soon enough, though, yunjin appeared on screen.

and any scream that was due to come out of your throat died in its wake, instead leaving you slack-jawed at the sight of your seatmate in all her idol glory -- dressed to the nines and her once bright and wide eyes now glaring into your soul.

this wasn't jen. this was huh yunjin.

before you knew it, the vcr had ended, and the screens were splitting to make way for the five-piece to take the stage -- much to the excitement of the whole crowd. as soon as their silhouettes were clear, the crowd only hollered more (and further justified the $35 you spent on earplugs).

soon enough, both the spotlight and the cameras were on them for all to see. you looked on in awe at your seatmate now taking the stage for herself. not long after, the girls got in formation, and you could hear the buildup to their latest single blasting over the speakers.

"unforgiven, i'm a villain, i'm a."

the show was on.

you'd lost count of how many times your jaw dropped at just how impressed you were. before the concert, you were only vaguely familiar with the group. you'd think that as jen's friend, you'd be up to date on all their latest releases and shenanigans, but you made it clear to her that you wanted to get to know her outside of her idol life and career.

that lead to you basically receiving a crash course in all things le sserafim as the concert went on. you'd gotten familiar with the members and their idol personas, their insane discography, their overflowing talent, and their undeniable charm.

some members more so than others.

what's that called again? a bias?

you knew jen was talented. you knew she sang and played the guitar, you knew she had a few original songs under her belt (even sneaking you peeks at some unreleased ones), and you knew she'd spent a large chunk of her life training to become an idol.

but seeing her here right now? guitar in hand and performing an unreleased song under the harsh spotlight for her solo stage after singing and dancing with unrivaled charm for multiple songs back to back? you knew she was born to perform.

soon enough, it was time for the encore.

and it was your time to shine.

seeing the girls come back out and stylishly wearing their tour merch, you perked up and readied your sign. after a few words from the members, the telltale synths of flash forward came on the speakers as yunjin opened the song and started walking around the stage to interact with fans.

as you saw her come closer, you raised your sign even higher to try and grab her attention. she was smiling and waving at the fans beside you, but soon enough, she looked in your direction and took notice of your sign.

and then you.

you peeked out from under your bucket hat and made eye contact with the girl. you laughed at her bewildered expression before she pointed at herself and mouthed, "my wife?"

you responded with a sheepish shrug as she chuckled at you and gave you an easy smile that she must've realized lingered a little too long because she then moved on to the other fans around you and finally left your side of the stage.

you stood with your sign as the other members stopped by your side of the stage. when you locked eyes with them, they all looked some semblance of surprise -- as if they recognized you. jen must've told them about me, huh? you hope none of the fans around you saw their reactions to you. this is not how i want to get famous...

soon enough, though, the confetti popped as the girls took their final bows, not before shedding a few (a lot) tears, though.

that you took way too many pictures of.

for a rainy day, you know?

you sat back down and waited for the rest of the crowd to leave. when you noticed your own seatmates getting up to go, you followed their lead. with their chatter as your background noise, you turned your phone on and connected to your pocket wifi as your notifications came pouring in.

from a certain k-pop idol.

pas.un.ange: i didnt imagine that right

pas.un.ange: you were here??

pas.un.ange: where are u staying btw

pas.un.ange: also

pas.un.ange: my wife? 😳

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at her shenanigans as you made your way out of the arena and towards the subway station. you replied to each of her messages just before your train arrived. you pocketed your phone and settled in, letting the exhaustion just barely take over you before you could reach your stop.

as you stepped out into the cool seoul evening, you absent-mindedly walked back to your hotel and were just about to go inside, but not before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"damn, not even a hug from my wife?"

you looked up in surprise at jen, wrapped up in her huge coat with her hands in her pockets as she laughed at how your droopy eyes suddenly went wide. she walked closer, but not before you could crash into her, wrap your arms around her waist, and hug her tight. taken by surprise at the sudden contact, she returned the hug and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"you've got time for a snack run?" you heard her ask. you nodded against her chest, feeling it rumble as she chuckled.

"ja, let's go," she said before letting you go and walking into the convenience store located right beside the hotel entrance with you trailing right behind her.

you both scoured the aisles and picked up some ramyeon for you both to share. after taking your pick, though, you both kept exploring the store for more items either of you might want to pick up.

soon enough, you made it to the back of the store where they kept their drinks in rows of refrigerators. you opened a fridge, being greeted by an assault of cold air, and picked up a bottle of coke zero, before hearing her call out to you.

"yah, y/n, come here!" she said, looking up at the mirror on the corner ceiling, her phone ready to take pictures. you shook your head in playful disbelief as you saddled up beside her and had your mini photoshoot.

you sat patiently by the window as she paid and cooked your food (at her insistence). you broke out of your reverie when the smell of your ramyeon attacked your senses.

"something on your mind?" she asked as she took the seat beside you, put your drinks down, and offered you a pair of chopsticks that you then took.

"do your managers know you're here?"

"what they don't know won't kill them," she shrugged before you smacked her shoulder.

"hey! i'm kidding, of course they know I'm here. how else do you think i got here before you did?"

"and you're not worried about getting caught?"

"i'd say i'm conspicuous enough. it helps that i'm speaking english."

you thought about it for a second before resigning, breaking your chopsticks apart, and mixing the ramyeon.

"i still can't quite believe you're here."

"you did amazing, by the way. all of you. send my regards to the girls later, they were lovely."

"what was your favorite part?" she asked nonchalantly.

"oh, probably when kazuha--"

"yah!"

"i'm kidding! hm..." you hummed, as if deep in thought.

"probably when my bias noticed my sign."

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, kazuha is so much prettier up close,"

"if you want i cou--"

"she's nothing compared to you, though." it was your turn to cut her off with a hand to her bicep. the words die in her throat as she visibly flusters. she clears her throat and changes the subject.

seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into an hour, and soon enough, jen's phone starts buzzing.

"yeoboseyo? ne... ah ne." with the way her face falls, you can only imagine what the conversation was about. she puts her phone down and lets out a deep sigh.

"i think i have to go, manager-nim's been waiting up on me for a while now."

you hum in understanding. "send my regards to your manager, too, i feel bad for keeping him this long."

you both start arranging your trash into a pile. jen moves to stand, and you're just about to do the same, but not before you feel a weight slumped behind you, burying its face in your neck.

"i dont wanna go," you can barely make out, causing you to chuckle.

jen gets up from the awkward position and stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her front to your back. your eyes widen at the contact and you hope that if she catches your face burning, she assumes it's just because of the ramyeon you both had. she rests her chin on your shoulder and sighs.

you feel her right arm leave its spot on your waist and disappointment bubble up for a second before she hands you her phone. "come on, let's take a few pictures."

"you love your pictures, huh?"

"i don't know when i can see you again."

you hummed as you opened her camera and she wrapped her arms around your waist again, cuddling in closer than you thought was even possible for the picture. you kept spamming the shutter as she kept nuzzling closer to you, even feeling her nosing your neck at some point.

after saying your goodbyes to the lovely register, you both walked out into the cold night, the blast of air waking you both up better than any cup of coffee could. in front of your hotel, a lone black van was parked.

you walked side by side, bumping into each other as you walked to the front of your hotel. jen stopped in her tracks, and you took that as a sign to walk in front of her.

"well, i guess this is me."

"i think i've seen this film before, haven't you?" she jokes, trying to lighten the mood. you chuckled.

"you're right, it does feel familiar," you say as you take a step closer to her.

it was your turn to hold her by the biceps and tiptoe to whisper in her ear.

"only this time, i wonder if i'll like the ending."

before you could pull away, jen throws all caution into the cold wind and cups your cheeks to take your breath away in a searing kiss. frozen at first, you soon relax into the kiss and place your hands on her waist to return the kiss. eventually, you both barely pulled away, leaving tiny pecks before completely separating.

jen's eyes open a little bit, looking a little dazed before seemingly snapping out of it. she drops her arms and takes a step back, suddenly looking super flustered and awkward -- scratching her neck and finding the post behind you so fascinating with how hard she was staring at it. you chuckled and stepped closer to give her a peck on the cheek.

"see you around, jen. get home safe," you tell her before disappearing into your hotel lobby.

"bye y/n," she whispers into the night before finally making her way into her van.

#🐻 — ky writes #girl group imagines #huh yunjin #le sserafim #huh yunjin x reader #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #yunjin #lesserafim yunjin #yunjin x reader