#ish writes

[hawkeish]

have a Lucanis POV snippet that may appear in romance sonámbulo, as a treat

[kaikaikarasu]

While you imagine me to be something I'm not really, I'll keep on living until my corpse is all you see of me.

[tapioka-boi]

NSFW HEADCANONS - Ango Sakaguchi

(Alternative title: Ish simps so much over Ango that she's become an AnHOE)

Take two because my dumbass promptly queued and then deleted the post...

I've been thinking too much about Ango and I need more smutty Ango content so imma feed myself while I'm at it

(Also this is written based on a female/afab S/O bc my brain ain't working too good)

Also feel free to add on to this list if you want!

COME GET YA FOOD BOIS

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩:

@angolicious @parcdox @bimbodemongf @sweet-cynical-writer @gogolparadise @poppirocks @yokelish @fyowyn-writes

WARNING: NSFW and very very thirsty headcanons

Ango prefers to be intimate in the comfort of his own apartment (or yours if you don't live with him) as it gives both of you the privacy you need. He isn't one to risk sex in public as it would put his job and reputation at risk as well as your own privacy.

He prefers to take his time so that he gets the job done throroughly ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). He'll start by kissing you and occasionally biting on your lip before moving down your jaw and neck and going for your sweet spot while he holds you close to him. And then, if you're not in the bedroom already, he'll grab your hand and guide you to the bedroom.

Loves worshipping you. If you're insecure about your body then he won't hesitate to worship you. And not just the whole "you're so beautiful" stuff. He can and will worship every. inch. of your body. Your hands? Perfect for him to hold and for you to wrap around his dick but we'll get to that later. Your smile? It's so beautiful that it's etched into his waking thoughts. Your thighs? Great for him to rest his head on and grab while he fucks you too. If you have scars, he will kiss every single one and remind you of how beautiful you truly are. In his eyes, you're a goddess and he'll never let you forget that.

BONUS HEADCANON: If you do the same to him, he'll sorta just,, stop functioning for a little while (ango.exe has stopped working)

Although he doesn't make you, the man LOVES IT when you wear lingerie. Like put on some stockings with suspenders paired with your favourite bra and panty combo hidden under one of his shirts and he will not hesitate to fuck you there and then. He doesn't admit it, but seeing you in lingerie is a major turn on for him.

There's something about seeing you look so innocent and pure when he lays you on the bed that makes him stop for a moment. The thought of you looking up at him so innocently before he absolutely ruins you gets him so hard he has to stop himself.

Once you're undressed, he doesn't hesitate to go straight for your pussy. And once he starts eating you out, you'll probably won't be able to stop squirming under his touch. Every so often he'll gently run his teeth against your clit before gripping your hips and going to town on you. Once he starts, he isn't stopping until he's made you cum a few times. “You seem to get sweeter and sweeter the more I taste you, my dear.”

Speaking of which, he makes the cutest moans when you suck his dick. The way he bites his lip while you bob your head up and down his member, gradually swallowing every inch of him. He loves watching you suck him off, especially when you look up at him with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. He'll occasionally hold your head down and facefuck you, but not too much because he doesn't want to hurt you.

When Ango cums, it's beautiful. His lips part slightly and a shaky moan barely eminates. His eyes roll back slightly and his shudders ever so slightly as his release washes over him. If you're on top of him when this happens, he'll hold you in place as his back arches off of the bed. Either way, when he cums, he's like an angel fallen from grace.

When you guys get down to the main course, he'll start off slowly so that you can adjust to the feeling of him inside you before he picks up the pace. Once he's balls deep inside you, he tries to keep himself composed instead of just fucking you until you see stars. Once he gets used to it, his movements become calculated and he aims for your g-spot with each thrust while running messy circles on your clit. He knows every way to make you cum and won't stop until you scream his name.

Loves every little sound you make during sex. The quiet squeaks you make when he runs his tongue along your pussy lips. The uncontrolled moans when he thrusts into you. The pleas for him to keep going. He loves ALL OF IT.

Once time, you accidentally called him Daddy and he just stopped mid-thrust. It sorta woke something in him and he promptly let go of his inhibitions and fucked you mercilessly. Although being called Daddy is a turn on, he much prefers for you to call him by his name instead. “Scream my name, darling. Tell everybody how well you're taking Daddy's cock.”

Absolutely loves it when you cum. The way you moan so wantonly. The way your walls squeeze his cock. The way you hold onto him and bury your head into to crook of his neck as you come down from your high. It's majestic. It's a vulnerable moment that only he gets to see and share with you and he adores every moment.

After you both ride out your orgasms, Ango gives the best aftercare. He'll pepper you with kisses and hold you in his arms as he tells you that you did a good job. He'll get lost in the moment and gaze at the angel in his arms. He's mesmerised by your beauty and how peaceful you look in his embrace. It's as if he's found the answer to the universe, to the meaning of life, and it's pressed snugly against his chest. He can leave all his stresses behind him for a while, as long as he has you beside him. “Words cannot begin to say how much I love you, my dear.”

[occasionallyish--archive]

Trans!Kirishima having a dysphoric panic attack while redying his hair– Calls his Bakubro to help him cope/comfort him. Katsuki comes back to the dorms to a very messy, red bathroom, paired with a crying, shaken Eijirou.

At first he's ready to cut a bitch, but is so supportive and (subtly) caring for his best bro, after he calms him and gets some context.

[call-me-ish]

family man

trying to get back into writing after about a three month break bc school is stupidly stressful  🙄 so i wrote an angsty poem lol

Title: family man

Pairings: Beatrice/Bertand, past Beamony.

Word count: 277

Summary: beatrice, after lemony.

ao3

[hawkeish]

working on another chapter for noceur because all i have left is longing yearning and pining

[hawkeish]

“noceur - one who stays up late” for Rookanis from the writing prompt list 👀?

charlotte, you are my everything. thank you for sending me this - it’s driven me insane in a good way.

because it’s ended up being over 2500 words long, I’ve put it on ao3 for your viewing pleasure, but there’s a snippet below:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Were Ingellvar a mark, this would be an easy job. She’s hunched over something, paper and half-open books scattered on the ground around her like orbiting moons. A constellation of flickering wisps drifts in the air above. Some dart away and fizzle into nothing as he nudges the door open further, but Ingellvar doesn’t notice. Whatever she’s looking at, she’s transfixed. Oblivious. There’s the whisper of pages as she shuffles through whatever is on her lap; she pulls one of her plaits over her shoulder, twisting the loose end of a ribbon through her fingers as she reads. The movement distracts Lucanis, pulls his gaze away from what he suddenly realises he’s been staring at: the exposed, soft flesh that hides her jugular. He’s rarely touched anyone there without gloves on. Blood can stain, if a Crow isn’t careful.

He’s not wearing gloves now, but she’s not a mark. He does not have to find out how soft the hair is at the nape of her neck, or how warm her skin might feel beneath his fingers.

[hawkeish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Her nails scrape against something. Something hard-edged and round. Breath catching in her throat, Orrenrook pries it out of her not-quite-mother’s stiffening fingers.

A gambling chip, the type a cad might use in a game of Wicked Grace. It’s the size of a gold piece and almost as heavy, and is the deep plum-purple of good wine. There’s something inscribed on it, too. Wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, Orrenrook squints down. The letters are iridescent in the lamplight, glistening like oil.

The Cantori Diamond.

—

Two ancient elven tyrants are bent on the destruction of the known world and, somehow, Orrenrook Ingellvar has signed up to try and stop them. Antiva’s finest assassins may well be some of the very few allies in the fight to save Thedas—but Rook’s adoptive mother has been murdered, and all signs point to the Crows.

Will she be able to push her lust for vengeance aside, or will it destroy her—and the rest of civilisation—in the process?