not new to tumblr, but havenât used it in years, decided I wanted to come back đ§Ą
iâm into a ton of different fandoms, wonât be able to keep this page all one thing, Iâve tried it in the past and it was not fun.
right now my top main interests are:
â˘Love & Deepspace (i main all the guys)
â˘Game of Thrones/ ASOIAF Universe
â˘Jurassic Park
â˘Baldurâs Gate 3
â˘Assassinâs Creed: ODYSSEY
â˘My Hero Academia
but i also love: Supernatural, Hannibal (movies and show), The Lunar Chronicles, Dexter, EPIC The Musical, Hetalia (the version of it that exists in my head, i havenât escaped this hell hole for 14 years and iâve given up at this point), Avatar: The Last Airbender, the MCU.
thereâs plenty more i havenât listed still. i love to read and write, make art. iâm into cosplay! i listen to a lot of music and enjoy discovering new music, lately iâve really been getting into K-Pop! as far as other favorite artists go iâm pretty basic, i like Taylor Swift, halsey, Sleep Token, Breaking Benjamin, and Tusks.
iâll polish this up later but thatâs a pretty basic get to know me for now! đ
I have some decent tea cakes at my place. Do you want to try them? Time and temperature are essential for brewing the perfect cup.
(Outfit from Duanwu chibi Sy)
Hey so, this is my first time drawing him and I hope you like it cuz I still have hope for Inflop take the puppy back to us. Keep up girlies, we're doing some GREAT job. âĄâĄâĄ
â° 18+ MDNI. its okay if you canât handle it, hawks will talk you (both) through it!
keigoâs folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.
cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lilâ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.
every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.
when he first entered you, it wasnât gentle. thick tawny hands push, push, pushing! your thighs snug into your chest, tits smushed into shaky knees with skin sticking together as he folded you into the most ferociously intimate mating press of your life.
you had no time to breathe, the sheer circumstance of his fat cock tearing your poor pussy to shreds, the burn so deep in your tummy it churned, butterflies aimlessly swirlinâ around your abdomen.
and when he started to pick up his pace? you couldnât bear it anymore, the feeling of his hips slapping into your ass each time his cock collided with your cervix had you seeing stars, drooling lips begging for him to stop.
âkeigo! please slow downâŚâ youâre trailing, whimpering when his cock pulsates in your cunt, hips gyrating into you, blond happy trial poking out between your thighs.
pelvis on pelvis, his presses into your clit just right, leaving your mouth gaping, mewls slipping from your exhausted throat. âoh, like this?â keigoâs questioning, tongue swiping against his lips, leering down at you with a look of false confusion, smiling when you meet his gaze.
âyeahââ
ââyeah, noooo. i think this would feel wayyyy better,â he abruptly cuts you off, reeling his hips far enough his tip almost slips out of you, and slamming right back in, this time humpinâ against you with the deepest strokes heâs ever given you, loudly giggling when heâs pressing you silly down into the mattress.
ânot like this!â youâre screaming, gripping his wrists to push him away even though heâs far stronger than you especially in your current state, feeling the top of your head begin to gently hit the wooden headboard, âkeigo! mmpfhâi canât!â
âcome on angel, donât tell me you canât.â keigoâs girthy cockhead smooches snuggly against your g-spot, sloppily making out with your syrupy cunt, filing your belly with his crimson-red tip, cute beads of pre mixing inside your sticky pussy.
sighing when he feels you clench around his cock, he canât help but push his teasing further, fingertips grabbing ur chin to look back into his golden irises, âkept going on and on about how much you wanted this, now youâre saying you canât take it?â
âalways fuck ya deep, donât i? hereâletâs see,â he smirks, the same hand against your chin traveling down, down, down, until itâs resting beneath your navel, pressing hard into the flesh, feeling his cock through your flesh, âthere we go, howâs that for deep?â
you both moan in unison, the pressure perfectly pushing your cunt down on his cock, the pleasure so suffocating you feel your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth slurring. âkeigo!â
he keeps his hand there, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, cock drilling into your pussy, âyou got it, lemme take care of my girls, yeah?â
âno! no, i canât!â choking, you can barely get a word in, the violent attack on your pussy causing your eyes to roll backwards, toes curling.
âyou canât? i think you caaanâlooks like you can,â heâs slurring, head dipping backwards to stare at his cock stuffing you full like heâs checking for a problem under the hood of a car, shrugging when there isnât one, âso why canât you?â
âtoo muchhhhâyou gotta stop!â
âaww, my poor baby,â he grins, cockily dipping his head to the side and pouting, âyou really wanna stop?â
deliriously nodding your fucked out head, heâs instantly stopping, pulling his cock completely out of your tight pussy. winching at the loss of contact, your eyes widen in horror, clammy hands grabbing at his chest to pull him close. âw-waitâfuck! no, no, no! please donât stop keiââ
ââwho said âm stopping?â two skilled digits prod at the silkened flesh of your stretched pussy lips, thoroughly pressinâ into the neglected nub between them.
massaging your clit with just enough pressure that your legs begin to spasm in place, he moves around the flesh like he knows itâlike he owns it, cockhead whimpering and dripping when he sees your empty hole clench around nothing.
âyouâgo faster.â feeling warm and fuzzy inside and like youâre going to cry out of both ends, you begin to beg, thrashing around the best you can, ass wriggling off the sheets.
âfaster?â he shakes his head, fingers angrily pinching your clit in a silent warning to lay back down, only continuing to rub at your clit when you respond correctly. ânah, i think youâre gonna cum just like this.â
looking at him with a look that physically pains him, you push out your bottom lip, âl-like this? without you inside me?â
âhmmmmâŚâ he âdebatesâ mouth moving from side to side, ignoring the feeling of his balls churching at the sight of your cute pleading, âactuallyâno, thatâs a pretty good idea,â ripping his fingers away from toying with your pussy to stick his cock right back inside ya, leaving you breathless and silent as it rips you apart in one feverish thrust.
âfuuuuckkkk!â
âkeep breathing pretty,â keigoâs humming, placing a soft kiss to your ankle, praises after praises lazily falling off his pink tongue. âdoing soooo damn good fâme, love this pussy baby girl. fuckkkâcan tell youâre close, relax for me? please?â
youâre so fucked out heâs sure you arenât even listening to him until your narrowly relaxing your tight walls, letting him massage your g-spot with his thick cock just like you love it, fingertips finding that sweet spot between your lips again, rubbing it even slower than before. âthere ya go, good fuckinâ girl.â
keigo always knows how to make you swoon, cheeky words going straight to your obedient cunt, the pleasure making you lose your goddamn mindâ
ââmhm, gonna cum right now, arenât you? let me feel it, soak me angel.â
ââŚright now?â nose twitching, pleasure suddenly lolls throughout your body, orgasm hitting you with a heart shaped arrow straight to the core, a silky purrrrr roaring from your chest. âohâoh fuck!â
heâs fucking into you like a mad man, abusing your pussy like he hates it, cock meanly snapping into your cervix, fucking you through your dizzying high.
âkeigo! slow downnnnââ slapping at his sculpted body, he doesnât slow his feverish thrusts, words of praise turning into incoherent babbles as he throws his head back, muscles flexing, abs tensing.
so numb and fucked out you realize keigo is cumming inside of you. thick and sappy seed easily mixes with your extra sticky slick, the creamy concoction pouring right out of your gaping slit and down the mattress.
he looks back down at you, amber eyes looking black the way his pupils have blown up practically triple in size, âcanât-canât with you lookinâ at me like that sweets.â
keigo doesnât seem to notice his balls emptying just yet, too busy talking you⌠or more like himself through the high, teeth chattering, lips stuttering, âmmmmâgive me another one real quick, please baby?
âseriously?â youâre asking, falling back down into the sheets, the thin cotton sticking to your shoulders as you shutter, keigo showing no signs of slowing down any time soon.
I tried using the perspective tool in procreate, and idk if it's just my brain or that I didn't set it up right but Iiiiii hate that thing lol. I think we're gonna just go back to wingin' it (ba-dum-tsh) from now on.
Rafayel actually loves when he uses his car after you.
Yeah, the rear-view mirror is tilted a little awkwardly and his side mirrors are pushed too far out. And yeah, the Bluetooth is still hooked to your phone and you may have a hair tie or two that you forgot to take with you and maybe thereâs some extra change youâd left in the cup holder by mistake. And of course, his knees almost touch the dash and his head grazes the ceiling from his new chair settings.
But you did it. Because you were there. In his car.
He has traces of you everywhere and he holds that so dear to his heart. Especially when itâs on something of his.
âand then you come home and put it away, butâŚyou never use it before it goes bad?â he stares at your refrigerator stocked full of produce that's seen better days.Â
âthat is the problem iâm currently facing, yes.â
âwell, that's good at least,â he says slyly. âacknowledgment is the first step. so, whereâs the disconnect between food and stove?â he taps the side of your skull two times. âyouâre takinâ advantage of our weird schedules to hide stuff from me. have you not been feeling well?âÂ
âiâm fine physically. mentallyâŚâ you press your lips together and shrug your shoulders. âiâm still here, arenât i? thatâs gotta count for something.â
âiâm very glad you are. buuuut, thatâs not very encouraging.â frowning, he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter, dipping his head in his donât-run-from-me-iâll-catch-you way. âcare to elaborate?â
âlife is hard. food is hard. i know i should cook and i want to cook and i have all the ingredients, but i can't put them together. literally.âÂ
with every word, his gaze grows more concerned. this is why you didnât tell him in the first place. but unfortunately, for todayâs visit, you got health inspector caleb instead of fun caleb.Â
âif eating requires me to cook, then i just wonât eat. it makes me feel bad and really, really lazy, but it feels like even if i just take the first step, my brainâs gonna explode. i gotta hold on to what i have left up there.â you point up top for emphasis.
he hums skeptically. âi donât think you're lazy. i remember you used to cook a few times a week before they upped your hours at work. to me, it sounds like you're exhausted, and your stomachâs the one sufferinâ the most.â with eerie precision, he pokes your belly button through your shirt. youâre so used to it by now, you hardly flinch.Â
âmaybe.â you smush your cheek into his chest, and he chuckles softly.
âhow about this: whenever i get time off, iâll come here and meal prep for you. that way, youâll be taken care of at least most days of the week, and i wonât be stuck worryin' about you âtil i lose my own appetite.âÂ
âjust a second ago, you were talking about working too much,â you mutter into his right pectoral. ânow you want to waste your days off to cook for me?â
âah-ah. the word âwasteâ implies i wouldnât enjoy it.â he pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. âwhich couldnât be farther from the truth. taking care of you is no added pressure. itâs justâŚmy default mode, you could say. feels like home.âÂ
ââââââ
later that week, a package comes in the mail. you didnât order anything, and itâs light as air, so you have no clue what could be inside.
when you finally get around to opening it, you find a stack of gift cards to all your favorite restaurants, wrapped tight in a little orange bow.Â
on the days i canât be there, use these, the accompanying note reads. let me know when you need a refill :)Â
Head pounding, nose running, and your body burning up, you finally throw in the towel and pick up your phone, opening the text thread with your partners. The original plan was for everyone to gather at Sylus's base for dinner, but there's no way you're making it off the couch, no matter how much you want to.
You'll just have to sit in your misery, trying to pass the time with an endless amount of tissues and a long TV show, all while Caleb's hoodie keeps you warm as you're bundled in various blankets your partners have given you.
You send the text, dropping your phone on the coffee table and curling in on yourself, wracked by painful coughs.
Thirty minutes later, there's a knock on the door, followed by the soft beeping of the fingerprint lock before it opens.
"Sweetheart?" Zayne calls out. You push yourself up on shaky arms, peeking over the back of the couch.
"Zayne?" you croak, blinking rapidly to makes sure this isn't some fever dream. He smiles at you, but it doesn't quite reach his concerned eyes.
"I received your text. I'm sorry you're sick." He toes his shoes off and walks over, loosening his tie with one hand, the other holding a plastic bag that he drops on the coffee table. "Have you taken any meds?"
You sink back into your nest of pillows, the throbbing of your head calming. He sits on the edge of the couch by your hip. "Mhm. A couple hours ago." You muffle your cough against your sleeve. "Aren't you s'posed to be goin' to Sylus's?"
"We're not going to sit around at his house while you're sick at home," Zayne replies, taking out your favorite sports drink from the bag, dripping with condensation. Your mouth waters at the cold drink. "Caleb and Rafayel are on their way. The others are stuck at work for a little while, but are planning to come here once they're off. If that's alright."
Your laugh turns into a cough. "I don't think I have a choice," you tease. Truly, it warms your heart that they flock to you in this way. You wouldn't mind being taken care of.
Zayne's smile is a bit sheepish as he takes the thermometer from the coffee table, placing it under your tongue.
"Have you had anything to eat?" he asks. You can only shake your head. "Alright. Caleb's bringing some soup. If you need anything else, I can have the others grab it on their way."
Once the thermometer beeps and Zayne takes it, you say, "I think I'm alright."
Zayne frowns. "Your temperature is quite high."
A minute later, he's pressing a cold rag to your forehead. You sigh in relief as a cool hand brushes your warm cheek, and you press into the touch. Smiling, he keeps his hand there, the other brushing the sweaty hair from your face.
You're broken from your dozing by the door opening again. Rafayel rushes over and falls to his knees beside you, pressing kisses along your cheek. "Raf!" you complain, wrestling an arm out of the blankets to push him away. He doesn't budge. "You're gonna get sick."
"I'm a god, there's no way a stupid flu will take me down," he replies. "Cutie, I'm so sorry you're sick. None of us are leaving until you're better."
You're about to protest, but Caleb appears in front of you, a steaming bowl in his hands. "I made your favorite. Can you sit up?"
Most of the work is done by Zayne and Rafayel, but eventually, you're upright. You take the bowl with shaking hands, taking a careful spoonful. The taste is deeply nostalgic and incredibly comforting.
"Thanks, Caleb," you murmur with a sniffle, the steam loosening the congestion. "It's really good."
He smiles, running a hand through your hair. "Of course, pips. I have some more if you want it."
One by one, your apartment fills up, and you're moved to bed. Your pillows have been replaced by Zayne's thighs, your back pressed against Caleb's chest, his arms wrapped around you. Xavier naps on your other side, one hand resting on Caleb's on your hip while the other holds your hand. Valko lounges at the foot of the bed, entranced by the movie playing as he absentmindedly rubs your feet, while Rafayel sketches beside him and Sylus moves in and out of the room, making sure your glass of water is always full and your box of tissues is stocked.
"Thanks," you croak, breaking the comfortable quiet. "I'm glad you're all here."
"We're always here for ya," Valko says, giving you the sweetest smile.
"Kitten, all you have to do is ask, and we'll be here," Sylus says, leaning over Xavier to kiss your forehead.
"And even when you're bein' stubborn and don't ask for it," Caleb adds with a teasing tone, playfully poking your cheek, "we're showin' up anyway."
