23/They/Them-MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI! REQUESTS OPEN-A blog dedicated to my two favorite men from MHA! They deserve the world. This blog contains fluff, smut (+18), and angst! Not spoiler free!
I made this side blog because I recently got into MHA, (and I really like Hawks and Dabi. I just like their characters, no shipping here) but decided to put all or most of my MHA related stuff here instead.
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-First and foremost, DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK
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-You are free to request, just have basic respect, please, thank you, all that jazz :)
-I mostly write for a gender neutral reader; that way everyone can enjoy my writing, but I can also write female reader or female Y/N (Except for my OC's!)
* Please specify the reader if you're requesting; otherwise I'll just write it as a gender neutral one
-I write for Hawks or Dabi (there may be other adult characters from MHA in my works if it seems appropriate), and I write fluff, smut, or angst (or a mix of two genres, if it works)
-I have a job and other things outside of this, if something takes longer to write, don't blame me
-I do oneshots, drabbles, or headcanons. (Two or three parters are an exception, IF I feel I can do it)
-Tagging rules + taglist are linked above!
-I'm fine with most things except non-con/r***, pedophilia (or anything involving a minor and an adult, really), abuse towards reader, drugging, incest, age play, blood (except if the reader has a period), piss, scat, foot fetishes, A/B/O, knife play, poly relationships, Daddy/Mommy kink (I do like sir or ma'am though), or an NSFW request involving getting slapped during sex (spanking is fine), abortion (I'm pro-choice, but I don't think I could write that topic, honestly), necrophilia, zoophilia.
-^I WILL NOT WRITE THESE. I may reblog posts w/some of these themes, but not all
-Homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, or otherwise offensive comments will not be tolerated here. This is a safe space!
"H-holy fuck." Hawks groans as you ride him, nice and slow as you please. "Do you thank all the Pro Heroes who save you like this?"
He's splayed out on his back on your clean, white sheets. Blissed out. His visor's still on, but his headphones and the rest of his hero costume are strewn indiscriminately across the room. It's twilight outside, and that sweet peach of a summer sun is slipping beneath the city's blurry horizon line outside your window. Only a few hours ago you had been on your way back from the laundromat when a low tier thug had approached you with a knife and attempted to mug you. Hawks had swept in and saved the day without a second thought. He'd stayed with you to chat as you did your laundry. Then he'd asked you for coffee. Coffee had gone on for three hours and after a lot of winking and flirting on his part, you had point blank asked Hawks to hop in your bed. (After he'd helped you put out your freshly laundered sheets, of course.)
Needless to say, he didn't need any convincing to strip down and pull you on his cock.
You engage your thigh muscles and drag yourself up up up - teasing Hawks so that he'll think you're getting off the ride. His golden eyes are wide as they watch your lithe body move. Before he can beg you to sit back down, you slowly slide yourself back into place. The slick sound your pussy makes as it engulfs his hard cock is downright sinful. You try to commit it to memory.
Hawks lets out a whine, watching as your soft breasts bounce in the low light.
"Maybe you should save me more often." You say as you roll your hips again, reveling in the way his thick hardness stretches you out. "I like giving out rewards to esteemed winged do-gooders."
"Oh, baby." Hawks says, closing his eyes and sitting up so he can wrap his arms around you. His wings puff out behind him, filling the space with crimson. He buries his face in your generous chest, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the smooth swell of each breast before he looks up at you with earnest eyes. You smirk as you feel his stubble scratch against your soft skin. "If that's the case, I'll save you every day of the week."
You place a hand squarely on his chest and push him back down onto the bed. He lets himself fall back easily, eyes upturned as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.
"You sure we don't need me to put on a condom?" He asks uncertainly, staring at the spot where his dick slowly disappears into your bare pussy again. And again. And again. "'Cause if you keep this up, I'm definitely gonna cum soon."
"Nah." You grin down at him as you pick up your pace, sliding up and down that perfect cock of his. You lean backward and grip at his thigh for balance. "Feels better like this. All natural."
"Yeah. Right. Natural." He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head a little. You're fucking him dumb and you know it.
"Hey, Hawks. You good down there?" You laugh. He stays where he is - eyes half lidded - and raises up his arm to give you a solid thumbs up.
"I'm close, sweetheart." He groans from down on the mattress. You pick up the pace - shifting from a slow ride to a furious pounding fuck. His sharp intake of breath in response practically makes you cum on the spot.
You reach down and grab the visor off of his face, flinging it to the side. There's a satisfying clatter as it hits the wall to your left before landing on the floor. Good. Now you can see that pretty face fully. He's got the loveliest cheekbones and a cute sloping nose. His golden eyes are still half lidded, he's barely holding himself together.
His hands twitch and make their way to your hips, holding on for dear life as you bounce and roll on top of him. Your pussy gobbles him up again and again with a wet, wicked squelch.
You place your palms down flat on his chest for leverage, reveling in the strong defined muscle beneath your fingertips.
When Hawks cums, he cums hard.
He holds onto your hips like they're a lifeboat and he's a man drowning. His fingertips are sure to leave tiny bruises in their wake. You bounce up and down, eyes wide as he fills you up with hot spurts of baby batter. His eyes are squeezed shut as he pumps you full. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, feeling your pussy pulse as it pulls every last drop of thick cum out of him.
You groan as you ride out your own orgasm - the grip of his hands and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely filled throwing you over the edge.
What a pair you are: A Pro Hero making his last save of the day, and an unwitting would-be victim (aka a gal just trying to get her sheets washed at the laundromat).
Damn. You think as you both catch your breath and come down from the incredible high. Now I gotta go wash my sheets again.
sorry if this sounds rude 😢 but you haven’t been posting a lot of stories lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point in staying if you’re not gonna do anything but reblog silly content all the time? i don't understand how so many ppl can follow you when you are not even trying to be grateful and you only write not what people request but what you find interesting (which is not, like vampier Shigaraki???? viking Dabi???? so silly stupid ideas imo 😒)? whoever finds your writing or you as a person nice is either blind or stupid. and even if you write something chaptered it takes you literally months to update which isn't fair to people?? but I guess you don't care at all. you must be a freaking entitled white woman to treat otherz the way you do.
(again sorry, didn't mean to sound rude) 😔
When I first read your message, I was completely speechless for a minute or two, anon.
Firstly, it seems there’s a misconception about what fanfiction writers, or any creative individuals for that matter, have to do. Let me clarify something important: creativity isn’t a tap that one can simply turn on and off at will. It’s a complex, often unpredictable process that cannot be rushed without compromising the integrity and quality of the work. Quality stories often require research, plotting, editing, and revising before they’re ready to share. My creative process isn’t a fast food joint, nonnie, and I'm not here to serve up reheated ideas just to fill the silence.
My blog belongs to no one but me. I post what I want, when I want. As for the content of my stories, I believe every writer has the right to explore subjects that excite them the most - even if that means delving into topics or settings others may find odd, like vampires or vikings. My goal is to write stories I’m passionate about and then offer them freely to anyone who might find them entertaining. Some people will, others won’t, and that’s absolutely okay.
Contrary to your belief, I don't exist solely to churn out stories at the speed you dictate. I write on my own time and for my own pleasure. The notion that I should be a content machine is, frankly, laughable. Writing takes time, creative energy, and often real-life circumstances can slow the process. I post when I’m ready, and if that doesn’t align with your desired schedule, you’re free to unfollow or seek out other writers who update more frequently. Suggesting I deactivate because I’m not constantly posting or because I reblog content I enjoy is dismissive at best. I'm not a streaming service like Netflix, darling🙄
Calling me an entitled white woman or implying I’m ungrateful crosses a line. You know nothing of my background or personal circumstances, and bringing race or entitlement into the conversation is neither accurate nor constructive. My ethnicity or personal identity, whatever it may be, does not diminish the value of my creative output, nor does it affect my commitment to my followers. I appreciate every person who visits my page - whether they come to enjoy what I reblog, to read stories I post or to offer critique.
It's also laughable that you think my followers are stupid. Just because their tastes don't align with yours doesn't make them any less intelligent. Diversity in fandoms exists because creativity resonates differently with everyone, something you seem incapable of recognizing.
In the end, I won’t apologize for taking the time I need to create or for following my own interests - that’s part of being a writer. I do, however, expect basic respect in return. If you can’t extend that courtesy, I hope you'll block me, step away from my blog, and never interact with any of my content again.
With all this in mind, it's precisely why I've stopped taking regular requests. Last year, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and the rudeness in many messages, pushing me to my limits. That's why I've decided to concentrate on my own projects and only accept commissioned work.
I'm taking a few days off to gather my thoughts and concentrate on my writing projects.
-Touya knows the deal; he'll watch the baby while you sleep soundly upstairs. The bottles of breast milk are in the fridge, and—as he'd done before on the sleepless nights between you two—he'd just warm it up using his Quirk.
-And you would be able to catch up on sleep.
-Except trying to entertain the baby is tricky, because the little thing is gripping his hair, making him wince.
-Why did babies have such strong grips? At this rate, he'd go bald before thirty.
-Touya grabs a rattle, shaking it to catch their attention. They babble at him, their eyes twinkling.
'You're not cute, ya know that?' He murmured, kissing their forehead sweetly. 'Gonna wake up your mom, and then she'll kill me.'
-Touya's baby crawls into his lap, continuing to play with the rattle. Touya simply presses another kiss to their head, humming a soft tune.
-Despite the sore scalp, the sleepless nights, the never ending questions he had in his head—this was all worth it.
Keigo
-Keigo finds himself twitching as he gently lays his baby down to crawl on the colorful mat.
'You're a troublemaker, you know that?' He smiles half-heartedly.
-But the handprints on the wall of the kitchen say another story.
-He'd turned his back for a few moments to get the formula bottle, and when he'd come to, his baby had plastered their hands, sticky with banana flavored baby food onto the walls.
-'Your mom is gonna kill me, hon.' He grimaces at the wall. The baby simply babbles at him, before their chubby hands grasp the formula bottle, drinking quietly.
-He looks up when he hears your footsteps patter into the room, and then your cry of indignation, 'Keigo, what happened to the walls?!'
CWs: Intense cramping, nausea/very brief mention of puking, blood, fingering, Keigo being a bit of a tease
Tears rolled down your face and blurred your vision, soaking the side of your head and the pillow underneath. You were in too much pain to care about the uncomfortable wetness.
You laid on your side, curled up into a small, tight ball on the bed. Well, it was more of a nest than a bed, your boyfriend had made sure of it before heading off to work, but that was beside the point. The position helped dull the sharp pains rolling in waves at your lower abdomen, but not by much. Neither did it take away from your overwhelming frustration, which was what had you crying in the first place.
You knew getting stressed and frustrated only made the pain worse, but you couldn't help it this time. Almost every month was the same. Debilitating cramps kept you from moving around too much or for too long. You had gone to different doctors and hospitals throughout your life, but they all said the same thing. That nothing seemed wrong, that everything they checked for came back negative, that there wasn't much they could do.
Scouring the internet helped you find ways to ease the pain more than those useless doctors ever had. Though there were still things you didn't understand about your menstrual cycle, things that left you with questions, you could at least reduce the cramps to nothing within the first day.
There was something that could help now. You could let your hand wander into your panties, let pleasure temporarily replace the painful cramping, but you were too upset to take care of it yourself. You were also not really in the mood. Logically, you knew it could make you feel better in more ways than one, but you were stubborn and this instance wasn't an exception.
You blinked the watery blur away when red floated in front of you before it tickled your cheek, as if trying to wipe away your tears. It felt like silk against your skin and soothed you a little. Keigo must've sensed your suffering. Though he couldn't come to your rescue now, you knew he still cared about you.
You knew what you were getting into the moment you agreed to be with him. You knew how demanding his job was. You knew about the long shifts and the little free time he had. Though you sometimes became jealous and irritated over him being around his fans more, you never demanded he spend more time with you.
Like today, for example.
He knew how bad your cramping got and offered to stay home for the day, as he did every first day of your period. Sometimes you accepted the offer, needing to be cuddled to his chest and wrapped up in his wings. Most times, however, you insisted he go to work, sometimes playfully pushing him out the door. You loved him and you wanted to be around him as much as possible, but you also didn't want anyone questioning why he missed work around the same time each month.
You had been fine this morning when he woke you up with sweet kisses to your skin and soft murmurs of pet names to ask the familiar question. You told him you weren't hurting badly enough for him to stay. He had the same thought process as you, equally not wanting the secret relationship between the two of you to become public.
So, he left after a goodbye kiss accompanied with an ‘I love you’ and you turned on the bedroom TV to catch up on your favorite shows.
Besides taking care of your sanitary product in the bathroom just a few steps away from bed, you knew better than to get up for any other reason. Just walking to the bathroom made you slightly dizzy and a little nauseous. You also stopped taking your usual painkillers as often, noticing how ineffective they became over the years. Sometimes they aided in getting you to empty out your stomach instead.
However, you didn't always make the smartest decisions. You had felt the cramping settle to almost nothing as you rested in bed, leaning against the headboard while watching TV. As if you learned nothing from previous agonizing experiences, you got up, walked to the kitchen, ignored the steadily growing pain, and ate something.
You regretted having the TV on, the sounds coming from the screen stressing you out further and making you extremely nauseous as the food weighed heavy in your stomach. The remote fell when you got up and you hadn't bothered to place it back on the bed. Another dumb mistake.
You gripped the feather and pressed it close to your chest. You thought of whispering to the silk thing for him to come home, the request lingering on your tongue. If he were with you, he could get you one of your many heating pads from one of your ‘period drawers’ as the two of you liked to call it. It was the bottom two drawers of your joint dresser where you had started storing period related things for easier access.
Keigo quickly caught on, ever so observant, and took over in keeping everything stocked for you. He insisted when you tried to tell him he didn't have to, telling you it was the least he could do for not being with you during your monthly.
Much like him, you weren't all that selfish so you said nothing to the feather. Instead, you carefully shifted onto your back and gently pressed just below your stomach while ignoring another intense wave of nausea. You refused to throw up. Another quick fix you didn't want to do.
The soft pressure didn't help as quickly as you hoped and you removed your hand. You didn't want to risk getting up to get a heating pad. You thought you wouldn't need it today with the pain being manageable until about 10 minutes ago.
Maybe if you fell asleep? Sleeping throughout the day sounded like a dream. There wasn't anything for you to do. Keigo never did have many expectations for you. The few he did were discarded as soon as your period hit. Unfortunately, you didn't think the nausea and cramping would allow it. All you could do is wait for both to settle.
Just as you were finally drifting off after puking a little, you heard the familiar sounds of flapping wings and boots landing on the balcony. The cold winter air invaded the comfortably warm bedroom as the glass door opened, making you shiver. You pulled the cover closer, just a little annoyed at the icy intrusion.
You didn't try moving, not when the pain finally subsided to something less cruel, but you listened closely with your eyes shut. He closed the door, preventing more freezing winds from coming in. He took off his jacket, his boots… his pants. Was he stripping his entire uniform off? He only did that when he was done with work for the day.
You shoved down the guilt as he moved around the bedroom. You heard the rustling of clothes by the closet then footsteps approaching you. The mattress dipped under his weight in front of you and cold radiated from him as he laid down. “Dove,” He sang lightly, “I know you're awake.”
You finally opened your eyes and you were met with gorgeous amber orbs. You had always loved his eyes. They were the first things you noticed from day one and they never failed to captivate you since then.
“You're here.” You sniffled, starting to tear up again.
A small grin graced his features, barely hiding his worry, and he leaned forward to pepper feather soft kisses all over your face. “Of course, I'm here. You're in pain.” Fuck, he was really, really cold. Usually, you'd complain but it felt nice against your feverish skin. You took his hand, hoping it'll help cool you off further. Unlike the rest of him, it was warm and clammy from his gloves. You still placed it on your lower abdomen, directly onto skin.
You eventually found yourself with your back pressed against his chest, his hand still gently cupping your pelvic. You had turned around at some point. He warmed up, but that was okay. Though you still felt a little sick, your fever dispersed to nothing thanks to him. Just being close to him relaxed you and lessened the heavy ache as a result.
You stiffened, another sharp stab making you wince. Unfortunately, your cramps remained. At least, they weren't as intense…
In response, his hand wandered lower, sinking into your sweatpants and panties. By now, he knew you like the back of his hand. He waited a beat for you to refuse in some way. He kissed your neck softly when you didn't, fingers using gathered blood to easily glide over your achy cunt up to that bundle of nerves.
“Kei.” You sighed, the relief almost instantaneous after a few skilled rubs. You melted into the mattress as his fingers made quick work of you.
“That's it. Such a good dove for me.” He sweetly cooed in your ear, licking and kissing at the shell. You spread your legs further, encouraging him with a quiet moan as you quickly got lost in a pleasurable hazy. “Just relax just like that. I'll take care of you, baby.” The rumble of his voice and his honeyed words pulled you deeper into that haze.
You mindlessly rolled your hips into his hand, your ass accidentally shifting over his growing erection. He pulled you impossibly closer with a firm grasp around your waist, groaning into your neck. His fingers dipped lower, parting your folds. You tensed with the realization of what he planned to do as his index brushed over your slit. “Oh, god. Keigo, wait.” You gasped. He grinned. “Don't-”
Too late. He pushed a thick finger inside despite your protest. Tears pricked your eyes at the intrusion, eyelashes still slightly damp from your earlier crying. “Fuck. Kei.” You panted, clenching around his digit. You gripped his wrist as if that would be enough to stop him from moving. He allowed you to adjust, waited until you relaxed again, just to add another finger without warning.
“Shhhh.” He quieted your weak protesting, carefully pulling you up and onto his lap. His free hand slipped under your shirt and groped a breast. “You're doing so good, Dove.” He kissed the nape of your neck, still smirking. You shuddered, trying to adjust to the almost painful stretch of a second finger while he pumped the digits at a slow, steady pace and thumbed your clit in deliberate circles.
You dropped your head to his shoulder, letting him play with your body as he pleased. How easily he turned you into his personal toy. You became a new kind of feverish as he left love bites and wet kisses on your neck. You panted and moaned, closing your eyes. “Oh, Kei!” You heaved. Your pleasure mounted higher and higher until you were right on the edge. “Kei-Keigo. I'm- Oh, god! Gonna-!”
“I know, Dove. I know.” He sped up his movements, making your eyes roll back and his name leave your lips in a high-pitched moan. Your body tensed, frozen in place against him. He continued to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high. You slumped against him and tried to catch your breath.
He slipped his fingers out and lifted them up, as if trying to show off how he could make a mess out of you. Your fluids mixed together and coated his fingers in a red and clear gloss. You hid your face in his neck, reeling and twitching from the blinding pleasure. He chuckled. He didn't have to say anything to tease you and he knew it. You nipped at his skin just enough for him to feel it as pay back. You knew better than to mark him, but it crossed your mind.
He immediately had you on your back. You blinked at him in surprise and the way he looked down at you had your heart racing. “Think you can take something bigger, pretty girl?” He grinned as he slid your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, towel already in place.
Please take a few minutes to watch the video and read this post.
I am writing these words after losing hope in everyone… except for you, my friends. Tumblr has a very large number of users, estimated in the millions . That’s an enormous number! But imagine, with all those of people, how would you feel if people saw you and ignored you? You’d feel deeply disappointed, right? Or maybe you’d even wish for death.
Have you ever wished for death? For me, I feel like I’d rather die than be ignored by everyone. If I wasn’t in desperate need of help, I wouldn’t ask anyone for it. I really need help.
Imagine for a moment that you have a small child you love dearly, and you’re forced to watch her suffer in front of your eyes. This isn’t just an imagination for me; it’s my reality. My family and I live this pain every day.
The Rafah crossing will open its doors for travel a month from now.
If we do not collect enough money for all of us to go out, we will be forced to separate and the family will be dispersed. Please stand with us and do not allow us to separate and our family to separate. We all want to get out of here.
Please, be our hope. Be our voice. Be the ones who save us from despair. Don’t ignore us. Donate, even if it’s just $5 .
There are so many people reading this post right now. I beg anyone who sees these words to donate if they can, and if not, to share this post. Please, don’t leave us behind.
Hi, I'm Lia & I'm organizing this fundraiser for my friends the Shehabs. They're… L J needs your support for Help Sahar & Her Family Survive
Be our family, or think of us as members of your own family, and save us from this suffering.
No matter how small the amount, your help means the world to us. And if you can’t donate, share this post and add a few kind words to inspire others to help.
Thank you so much, everyone. I wish you all the best.
Guys, I have to share the most beautiful Christmas gift I’ve received this year from my incredibly talented best friend @crystalwolfblog 😍 She painted my favorite villain trio on glass and turned it into a stunning triptych. It’s absolutely breathtaking! The metallic paint details make it even more magical, and I can’t stop staring at it. I’m completely in love with it — it’s truly a little masterpiece! 💕
I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza
These are my sons Zaen and Yahya
I wr… Mahmoud Salama needs your support for Help Zaen and Yehya
@hyamshehabfamile and her family are once again facing an unforgiving winter in the midst of ongoing oppression, disease, a lack of food and clean water, and inhumane conditions.
Their main goal is €60,000 to reach safety, but they are setting a temporary goal of €10,000 by the end of the week to cover the costs of warm clothes, food, and other immediate needs for 6 people.
As of December 2, 2024, this campaign has raised €3,443 / €10,000
Please donate if you can and share! This is a time sensitive short-term goal
This campaign is line 127 on the Gaza Vetters list
Urgent urgent help
Time running out 💔
Please don't skip! 🙏🏻🥺
Please consider sharing or donating, to save my family Thank you! 🍉🩷
Help me save my family🍉
Currently at only 4263 euros 237 euros to 4500 Thank you my friends for helping me. Please continue to donate so I can reach my goal of 60,000 I need this so I can save my children
Tagging some people to help by donating and/or sharing:🙏🙏🙏
LISTEN AND HELP AHED AND HIS FAMILY!! URGENT NEWS.
As you know, @ahedfamily has 3 daughters. It has been discovered that Iman, his 6 year old daughter, is suffering with a deformity in her right foot.
The doctor has informed him that his daughter needs treatment. However, due to the conditions in Gaza, it's unclear if there's one available. Even if there was, there would be difficulties in her receiving it due to low funds.
There's no clear reason why she has this deformity, but there is chance it's due to the countless times that she has had to run from shelling.
Additionally, Ahed has had to ask people for support due to lack of attraction on GFM and in general on Tumblr.
Do you see that? Don't think that Tumblr or any other social media is a possible escape from blatant anti-Palestine/Zionist rhetoric
The reality is that Ahed isn't the only Palestinian who is forced to hear such painful words. All these fundraisers you see have to put up with this behaviour. Don't think it's easy for these people to ask for help.
Ahed feels like giving up - that nobody cares about his fundraiser, for his situation, for his family. So please, don't make him believe it's true.
DONATE, SHARE EXTERNALLY, REBLOG. DO ANYTHING TO HELP THIS FAMILY. DON'T GIVE UP ON AHED. DON'T GIVE UP ON IMAN. THEY NEED YOU.
A cry for help from Gaza
I am Ahed Alanqar. I am 33 years old. I … Ahed Alanqar needs your support for Help Ahed and his family get throug
Thank you very much to all of you, my dear friends, for sharing the post. I hope you will continue to re-share so that we can convey our voice and the suffering of my daughter Fatima to people who can donate. I am grateful to all of you.❤️🙏❤️
'Don't be shy, pretty girl, show me how you touch yourself when I'm gone.'
The utter smoothness of his voice, laced with a slight arrogance and lust would've made you buckle if you weren't so horny.
The glass filled with amber colored liquid in his hand as he raised it to take a sip, watching as your hands eagerly slip the bullet vibrator inside your pulsing cunt.
He's a sight to see, as well. His press conference jacket slung over the back of the chair, his hair mussed from when he ran his hands through it, his clad black pants and shirt, rolled to the elbows.
But it's you, nude and splayed on the bed in front of him, that's the real prize.
How your chest heaves as the vibrations get stronger as you turn it up, your desperate panting and moaning. How your nipples pebble with arousal, begging to have his tongue flick over them as you'd whimper and hold his head as he did so—
He adjusts himself.
How your slick cunt is eagerly taking the vibrator, your arousal slicking up the metal, your puffy clit rubbed between your fingers as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.....
'Beautiful, just like that.' He hisses, his pants tightening.
Your moans are like the sweetest music to his ears, the sight alone making him breathe faster, faster, wanting to see you come undone.
His name coming off your lips is so sweet; he'd like to see your pretty lips around him tonight.
And how pretty you'll look, gagging on him as you gaze up at him with teary eyes. How messy your cunt will be after he goes down on you, how you'll be screaming his name until sunrise....
'There we go, angel, beautiful.' He croons, his eyes glazed over as he admires you.
Keigo takes one last swig of his drink, finishing it so he can see you without any distractions.
'You're fucking beautiful, love.'
You cry out his name as you climax, shuddering against the sheets as you writhe in the stimulation.
He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. His footfalls are light as the mattress dips, his eager mouth kissing your neck, your chest, his tongue flicking against your nipples as he runs his hands along your skin.
'Babe—' You gasp.
'You look so sexy, love, so damn sexy, you have no idea....' His voice is muffled as he mouths along your skin.
You're breathing hard, setting the vibrator aside as your lips collide sloppily. His bulge brushes against your thigh, painfully hard and unmistakably because of you, because of how enticing he finds you like this.
His hair brushes against your cheek as he kisses your neck, your chest, fondling your breasts as he works his way down. Your panting and whimpering only getting shorter and faster the lower he goes, lower—
You gasp out his name.
And when you beg, oh so sweetly, he can't stop the growl from leaving his lips.
You shut your eyes and hold onto him tightly as his mouth travels up your thighs, each kiss against your skin a promise to ravish you into the night.
(HIS WALKING SEQUENCE?! BRO TOOK FOREVER TO GET TO UBUYASHIKI BUT HE LOOKED SO FINE)
^THE WAY UBUYASHIKI SAW RIGHT THROUGH HIM HERE, HIS EXPRESSION IS PRICELESS
(And Lady Tamayo and her determination here!)
The way Gyomei charged straight at him—he meant business!
(Everybody's reactions when they fell into the castle tho 😳🥺)
(Neither of them thought to mention it to the others about the infinity castle 😭😭😭)
(I'm sorry, but they're the only two that knew and didn't say anything??)
How he never gave anything away until it was too late; it was a very well executed trap (Also their daughters and their family was so cute! And Amane's devotion to her husband 😭)
