Hi! I Love Your Writing, Would You Be Able To Do Prompt 5 "Please Stop Talking So I Can Kiss You." With

Hi! I love your writing, would you be able to do prompt 5 "Please stop talking so I can kiss you." With kili? much love x

"traced feelings"

author's note: wow. it's short but this piece really brought me out of the abyss for a second. sorry I've basically dropped dead on the face of the earth when it comes to writing, but hopefully this is enough to feed you guys for now <3

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1,226

summary: while you admire the view for your sketches, Kíli admires an entirely different view

content warnings: fluff

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It was long sunny days like this where Kíli felt as though he could sit in the grassy knolls with you forever, the shadow of Erebor behind you two as you sketched little drawings of the nearby flowers in your book. This was one of the many times Kíli had met you here, enjoying the stillness with you in your favorite place to relax, and now your favorite place to come to because of a certain dwarven prince.

Sometimes, he’d ask you thousands of questions just to hear the sound of your voice mingle with the wind and grace his ears. And though he genuinely listened, it was hard for you to tell with the way he would gaze at you with a dreamy look in his eye. But you never could complain, not when you admired the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled. It was a precious time you two spent together despite the unspoken growing feelings you had begun harboring for one another.

Here you were with him, the clouds peppering the sky and giving you moments of breezy shade followed by the gentle winds from the mountain; Kíli had come soon after you had set up your spot under a tall oak tree, some water and art supplies by your side as you had come today to sketch and rest your mind for a little. Like clockwork, he had memorized your favorite times to come out and enjoy the sunshine. The flowers around you were in full bloom as they ebbed and flowed against the breeze, mingled with the weeds and grass.

“Did I keep you waiting?” He had asked before seating himself, laying the grass across you as he gave you a warm smile.

“Not at all, I was simply admiring the view,” you shook your head, turning your sketchbook around to show it to him. It was a simple drawing, still quite early in its birth, but it made him smile.

“Is that so? I could give you another view if you’d like,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice as he stretched out among the soft green grass. You laughed but kept your gaze fixed to your sketch to avoid blushing. 

“As lovely as that would be, I’m not sure you could handle being my muse,” you replied with an amused voice, the soft scribbling sound of your pencil filling your mind as you carefully etched the softness of the flower petals into the landscape on your page. 

“You wound me, Y/N,” he said, his hand coming to his heart to feign hurt. “And I thought we were friends, truly.”

“We are, Kíli,” you said. “Which is why I’m being honest with you.”

“Well, go on then. Tell me why I would make a terrible muse,” he spoke, pressing you for more information as he admired the way the wind played with your hair. Your gaze was still pressed to your drawing, which gave him plenty of opportunity to appreciate your beauty. 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes with a slight scoff. “Alright then. For starters, you never sit still,” you began, speaking slowly in between strokes of your pencil. Now the trees and the little pond were coming into view on your thick page, the scene truly coming together as you outlined the clouds in the background. This piece was almost done, you thought to yourself. “Everytime you sit with me, you fidget about like a little dog.”

“I do not!” He gasped, though he did so while twirling the grass between his fingers, their green blades intertwined in his grasp. He looked so beautiful, you thought, as he rolled around among the grass and the weeds and the flowers.

“My point exactly.” You smiled, and it was just as radiant as a flower to him. In this forested field full of flora and fauna and all of nature’s beautiful creations, you were the prettiest flower in the entire glade.

“You always move around, I can never get you to sit still,” you continued. “Even when you had me paint your portrait, it took so long because you can only sit still for a little while at a time.” In truth, Kíli’s commissioned portrait had taken quite some time for you to complete, and it was completely and utterly his fault. But what you didn’t know is that he had purposely made the process much longer than necessary as a means of being able to be so close to you on a routine basis. “And then when you do sit down for me, you always keep cracking jokes to make me laugh.”

“Would you prefer me to be melancholy?” He asked, his smile growing but his eyes seeming distant as he couldn’t do anything besides look at you. But he didn’t feel far away, no. He felt almost too close, as if he could see all of you right now as the wind brushed around you two. It was intimate.

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I adore your jokes. But it’s hard to paint or sketch or carve or anything when I’m too busy laughing at something you’ve said or done. You’re very mischie–”

“Please stop talking so I can kiss you,” he muttered, staring into your eyes in a wistful trance, and it was more than enough to stop your thoughts completely.

“I’m sorry?” You responded, completely taken aback by his soft-spoken statement. It seemed he too was startled, eyes widening as if he had just realized that he had such a thing out loud. He hadn’t meant to, in all honesty; his thoughts had just become far too loud. And you were also quite caught off-guard, finally caught out of your sketching to look at him face to face. Silence fell over you for a second as your grip loosened around your pencil, and suddenly Kíli was all too aware of what he had just uttered.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to–” He began, but you quickly abandoned your art supplies, tossing them aside as you shuffled closer to him, your hands now resting on the sides of his face as you looked deep into his dark eyes.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, wanting clarification before you went any further in your current impulsive display.

“What?”

“Did you mean it? Can I kiss you?” You asked again, now growing a small worry that his question had been ingenuine.

His lips cracked quickly into a smile as his eyes danced between your eyes, your hair, your lips, and then your eyes again. “Mahal, yes. Yes, you can.” He breathed out, an airy laugh ringing in your ears before you leaned in and pressed your chapped lips to his gentle ones, your eyes closed as you pressed yourself closer to him with his face in your hands. Eager to accept your feelings, his hands snaked their way to rest along the curve of your waist, his touch gentle as he massaged small circles with his thumbs, wanting to enjoy this moment for however long it lasted.

And within a moment, you pulled away. Your cheeks felt warm as you could do nothing else but look at the beautiful dwarf in front of you. His cheeky smile returned, a brow raising in amusement. “You don’t suppose we could do that again, do you?”

crying screaming and throwing up over how fucking cute this is

boromir deserved this. he deserved better.

The Floor Is Molasses

The War of the Ring is over. Frodo has sailed to the Undying Lands, Sam is comfortably settled into Bag End with Rosie and his children—and Boromir, Steward of Gondor and Captain of the White Tower, is taking a much-needed vacation in the Shire.

And while Boromir may have developed a surprising knack for gardening, looking after Sam’s children is proving to be much harder than he’d planned.

Rating: G

Words: 2644

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['CAUSE HE'S A F×CK BOY² ─ s. gojo]

꒰ ͜͡➸ reader should have hooked up with shoko in my humble opinion

part one

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pairing: virginkiller!gojo x virgin!fem!reader

tw: [N]SFW, college!au, virginity kink, bratty!reader, loss of virginity, dubcon at first, slight humiliation, slut used once, sextoy, gojo is still annoying, fluff at the end

you've never been so sexually frustrated in your life.

and it was all gojo's fault.

nothing could come close to what he made you feel during that halloween party.

nothing could come close to the feeling of his soft lips on your neck and the way his indecent touch set your skin on fire.

"hey, did you even pay attention to what I was saying?" shoko asked, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

you blinked, your eyes finally focusing on your friend.

"sorry. I was lost in my own thoughts." you apologized, your hand starting to write on your notebook again.

"yeah... it happens all the time recently..."

the old lady who kept the library sent you and shoko a death glare, which your friend responded with a lazy smile, still, she lowered her voice when she talked again.

you nodded at what she was saying, not paying attention again. you felt like a bitch for not listening to her, but your mind couldn't help it, the white-haired man was now living in every single one of your thoughts.

it was like no one ever looked at you before him, being the center of his attention was something you didn't know you needed. you knew he was a fuck boy, you were also aware that he was only interested in your virginity, he wasn't in love and he wasn't deeply attracted to you either. he just wanted to ruin you for any person that would come after him. and for that part, you slightly wanted to laugh.

"something funny happened sweetheart?"

you raised your head up from your notebook, coming face to face with satoru gojo. how long had he been there? since the beginning? shoko didn't really seem to pay attention to him, as if they had already talked before, her eyes were focused on the health book she was studying.

he tilted his face to the side, smirking. he could see it in your eyes. how frustrated you were. he could almost see what happened during that halloween party playing on repeat in your mind.

"do you even know how to read?"

mean. maybe a little bit too mean. it has always been your way of flirting, it probably explained why you've never been in a relationship with anyone.

wait... flirting?

you rolled your eyes when he put his hand on his chest, pretending to be physically injured. you tried to ignore him, keeping your eyes on your notebook.

"this one was particularly harsh, even for you."

despite his words his tone was playful, you stopped yourself from looking into his shiny eyes and kept reading.

"but actually, I'm waiting for suguru. he needed to find a specific book for one of his exams. what about you? what are you doing here?"

as he casually explained this to you, you felt a strange sensation on your leg, you raised your head again, ready to answer him, but you quickly closed your mouth.

someone was rubbing your inner thigh with their leg.

you glanced at shoko. of course it wasn't her, her head was buried into her book.

your eyes came back to gojo's face, he was observing you, still smirking.

you uncomfortably shifted in your seat, carefully choosing your words before speaking.

"I'm rewriting some of the notes in my own words, it helps me to..."

you silently gasped.

"it helps you to what? c'mon finish your sentence sweetheart." he teased, delighted by the way you were looking at him.

was he really playing footsie with you right now? in the fucking library?

his long leg grazed your ankle, and slowly raised up to your inner thigh again.

the sensation was strange, it was a bit ticklish, and the friction was pleasant, like light shocks of electricity running through your lower body. before you could process what was happening you felt something sticky between your legs and your skin got hot.

he arched an eyebrow, both of his legs now rubbing your thighs, forcing them open with his knees. if he wasn't in the library he would have been laughing right now, seeing you all flushed, your eyes going from his face to all the people around, terrified of being caught doing something so naughty.

"hey. I found the book, let's get out of here."

startled, you looked up to see geto, who quickly smiled at you.

"alright, see you later girls!" exclaimed satoru, his words definitely louder than they should have been.

and like the halloween party, you found yourself here, without the warmth of his body and with a mess between your legs that nobody could help you with.

"hey shoko, what's up with all these people in our house?" you shouted, your voice barely covering the loud music echoing on the walls of the small kitchen.

"oh hi you're back." she greeted you with a lazy smile, an unlighted cigarette between her lips.

she moved closer to the window, opening it with one hand and lighting her cigarette with her other hand.

"I already told you about it. it's nanami's birthday, we threw him a surprise party this afternoon. he didn't seem to be happy about it." she laughed, shaking her head.

you nodded. she was probably talking about this in the library the other day. you didn't know the blond man well enough to know the date of his birthday, but judging by the look on his face as he sat silently on the couch, he'd rather be alone.

"go have fun, I'm sure there are people you know here." she says, in her usual motherly tone when talking with you.

"I sure will." you sighed, heading to your room.

as you made your way through the guests, you suddenly felt a hand grab you by the wrist, and before you could blink, you were sitting between geto and gojo, among other people, a bottle in the middle of the little circle they had formed.

hell no.

"here's our sixth player!" claimed gojo, clapping his hands.

you gave the white haired man a death glare, but he only smiled and brought his big hand behind your neck, forcing you to stay still. you felt shivers running down your spine as a redheaded girl spinned the bottle.

"whoever it lands on will get a hickey from... geto!"

"let me fucking go satoru." you whispered, and he smiled, bringing his mouth close to your ear.

"c'mon, it's gonna be fun..."

the bottle landed on you as he finished his sentence.

fuck.

you didn't know why but your first thought was to look at gojo. he was wearing a peaceful expression, arching an eyebrow in your direction, but you could feel his grip on your neck tightening and you did your best not to squirm at the feeling. you turned around when you heard his friend cleared his throat.

you were greeted by geto's dark gaze, a relaxed smile on his face. you swallowed hard and he seemed to notice it.

"if you don't want to that's okay." he said, but you quickly shook your head.

you could already hear gojo's laugh if you refused the challenge, and besides, maybe feeling another pair of lips would break the spell satoru had cast upon you.

"yeah I'm fine with it. what about you?"

"if I'm okay with giving a hickey to a pretty girl? yeah I think I'll be fine." he laughed, and everyone laughed around him too.

everyone except gojo satoru.

you couldn't really tell when he removed his hand from your neck, your head felt dizzy as soon as geto put his lips on your skin to start sucking on it.

his lips were a little rough compared to gojo's, probably because the white-haired man used lip balm.

god, why did you have to think about him in every situation?

geto took his time, circling his tongue around your skin and you could feel his hot breath caressing your neck.

you missed gojo's hand, and when geto finally removed his head you immediately turned to look at gojo.

he was nowhere to be seen.

"was I that bad?" you heard geto say, and you turned to face him again.

you brought your fingers to your neck, gently touching the purple mark and shook your head.

"no, that was good. I'm sorry I need to go to the bathroom."

you quickly stood up as they watched you disappear into the guests. you headed to your room, immediately locking the door once you were inside. you let out a sigh of relief, finally getting some alone time.

the hickey tickled you, so you touched it again.

"did you like it?"

you almost screamed, turning around to see gojo, who had his back to you.

"why are you asking? jealous?" you smirked, crossing your arms on your chest.

your comment met with nothing but silence, you frowned, taking a few steps toward him.

"now get out of here, you're in my room."

he let out an amused laugh, and when he finally turned to face you you felt like your whole body was on fire.

he was holding a pink dildo in his hand.

"so, this is yours right? since I found it in your room."

despite your whole face burning you felt anger running through your veins.

"did you really go through my fucking stuff?!"

advancing toward him, you tried to snatch the sex toy from his hands, but he raised it in the air so that it was out of reach.

"calm down, calm down! honestly it's kinda your fault, I just had to open your nightstand drawer to find it."

his eyes dropping to where your hickey was, you felt something twitch in your stomach, as if your instinct was suddenly telling you that you were in danger.

before you could react, he pushed you onto the bed with his legs, immediately closing one of his hands around your wrists to pin them above your head.

despite your efforts, you couldn't free yourself from his hold, his tall body was too heavy, resting on top of yours.

"and here I thought you were innocent..." he sighed, faking a disappointed tone.

you frowned, your eyes throwing daggers at him while he was still observing your face.

"you really thought I was some helpless little virgin uh? what were you expecting? please satoru! it hurts! you're so big, I can't take it!" you scoffed with an unnaturally high-pitched voice, your legs trying to kick him.

with a strange look in his eyes his strong thighs pinned your legs on the bed, and you were now perfectly still and at his mercy.

"don't get me wrong, I've never done anything with anyone but still, the fact that you thought I was that innocent is so fucking naive, especially for you."

you hoped to have destabilized him, just a little. just the pleasure of leaving him speechless for a few minutes would have been a victory.

but he hummed, bringing your toy closer to your face.

"you thought you really did something here didn't you sweetheart?"

with his condescending tone he dragged the dildo on your cheeks, rubbing them with the fake tip.

"so, I repeat the question. did you like it?" he asked, deliberately ignoring what you just said.

"fuck you." you mumbled, feeling completely humiliated with the way he was playing with you.

"did you get wet? was he better than me?" he kept asking, his face so close you could see each of his white eyelashes fluttering.

you looked away and a toothy grin appeared on his face, he brought his mouth against your ear, making you shiver.

"only one way to find out."

you eyes widened as you felt him rubbing the dildo between your legs, and within a second he removed your pants with dexterity. his thighs were now forcing your legs open, your underwear in perfect display for him.

"oh baby..." you heard him say, and you squirmed when his fingers grazed your panties.

he raised his head to look at your face, his pink lips just a few inches away from yours.

"you're fucking soaked."

you whined, this needy feeling emerging in your chest again, making your clit throb and your head spin.

you managed to free your hands from his hold, putting them on his chest and pulling on his shirt a little.

"you're not even trying to hide it anymore uh? you want me so bad right?"

you quickly nodded your head and he urged you into a deep kiss. maybe if you wasn't so fucked up already you would have noticed how desperate he was too, how his hands were slightly trembling while grabbing your skin, or the way his heart was pounding against his chest.

"feels good sweetheart?" he asked in a surprisingly comforting tone.

his fingers slided under your panties, coating themselves in your wetness as he pressed them against your clit. he suppressed your moans by kissing you harder, deepening the kiss.

you eyes rolled back when he finally moved his fingers around your bundle of nerves, and he allowed you to catch your breath for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours.

"fu... fuck! I..." you cursed, your words falling into incomprehensible moans.

"you're too loud." he whispered.

your eyes rolled back, your clit pulsing against his fingers. you could feel your release coming closer and closer, it was just here, just a couple more seconds and you were going to...

before you could react he shoved the pink dildo into your open mouth, thrusting it in and out as his fingers worked faster on your clit.

you moaned around the toy, your hips jerking against his hand as you could finally savor that feeling of pleasure that was building rapidly in your lower abdomen, that feeling you had craved for weeks, and that only gojo could give you.

he stopped. abruptly removing the toy from your mouth, causing a loud "bop" echoing through the room, he brought his soaked fingers up to his face, smirking.

"why... why did you stop?!"

"so fucking whiny... he sighed. I wonder if you're gonna cry on my cock too."

you opened your mouth, ready to insult him, but his lips crashed into yours, and you felt him groping your breasts.

"shut the fuck up." he mumbled against your lips.

he couldn't help himself now, your whines and the way you were reacting to his touch were driving him wild, unconsciously rubbing himself on your naked thigh while his tongue was still exploring your mouth.

"think a toy can fuck you better than me uh?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt.

you could feel your heart beating faster, your hands were shaking slightly, why were you nervous? it was probably going to feel like when you were using your toy, right? and the fact that gojo was acting like the god of sex annoyed you.

"I'm sure I won't be able to tell the difference between you and my toy."

somehow you immediately regretted what you just said. his heavy cock in his hand, he slapped the tip against your sensitive clit and your body jolted a little. he was definitely bigger than your toy, maybe not thicker, but longer, a prominent vein was circling all around it.

"you're such a brat for a virgin."

and without waiting any longer his cock slided into you with a cruel motion of his hips.

"well, you're not a virgin anymore sweetie, congratulations." he chuckled just before biting back a pathetic moan as your walls were sucking him in.

"so tight... good... so fucking warm..."

he let his head fall in your neck while you were trying to adapt to his size, biting your lower lip and ignoring a familiar pressure in your lower stomach as he was still pushing himself inside you.

you could hear him breathing heavily against your ear, babbling and muttering mindlessly.

when his cock finally was fully inside your back arched, your hands flying to his chest and trying to push him away from that overwhelming feeling.

your reaction seemed to bring him back to earth and he smirked, starting to move slowly.

"wai-wait... I... I can't..." you brought your hands to your face in a pitiful attempt to hide your face and your eyes that were rolling back uncontrollably.

if your pussy wasn't driving him mad already he would have laughed right now. since your hands weren't in the way anymore he lifted your shirt, revealing your breasts, and one of his hands started to play and pull on your nipples without any mercy.

"already loosing your mind slut? and I haven't even started yet."

seeing your tears made him go faster, grabbing the underside of your thighs and lifting them up to go deeper, his hips relentlessly snapping against your skin.

it wasn't like when you were using your toy at all. you weren't in control, you couldn't control the pace, you couldn't do anything against gojo adding more stimulation by playing with your nipples.

unlike your toy, the white-haired man gave off an addictive warmth and body odor that made you feel dizzy. and as he predicted, a few tears began to fall from the corner of your eyes.

grateful for the music blasting in the apartment, you cried out his name and you felt his cock throbbing inside you at the sound. it was hard to think straight now, you could feel all the thoughts in your brain fading away as his cock rubbed your insides, pushing again and again on your g-spot.

satoru grunted, feeling your pussy getting tighter every time he thrusted inside you. he leaned his body over yours, licking the tears from your cheeks, replacing them with his saliva.

"it feels good uh? getting your pussy stretched out like this, it's what you fucking need."

"please satoru... I'm gonna..."

you couldn't finish your sentence, feeling his thumb return to your clit, you threw your head back on the pillows, your whole body trembling with stimulation.

"I'll let you cum sweetheart." gojo said, but despite his words he kept going slower and slower.

his blue eyes stared into yours, and your hands flew once again on his chest, still covered by his clothes while you were half naked under him. you tried to bring him closer to you, still trembling and your eyes full of need.

gojo couldn't resist any longer and urged you into a hard kiss, draining the few energy you had left in you, and when he pulled back your lips were slightly swollen.

"I'll only let you cum if you say you love me." he purred.

you didn't even have the energy to frown, your clit pulsing and your heart pounding inside your chest, you wanted to laugh at his face and say that he could only dream of it. but instead you pulled him for another kiss, and when you pulled back his face was still a few inches away from yours, your lips brushing together.

"I love you satoru, please, keep fucking me." you whispered and his cock throbbed once more inside you.

was it the truth? was it a lie? you didn't really know yourself. right now, all you wanted was him to move inside you again. and all he wanted was to stay inside you forever. when his hips started to thrust inside you again, you both moaned at the feeling, his thumb working on your clit in fast circles.

"good... good girl, that's it I'll make you cum." he said, trying hard not to stutter as he spoke.

his free hand moved to your neck, covering your hickey with his fingers and squeezing the sides of your throat, enough to leave a mark.

the lack of oxygen made you feel dazed, weakly holding on his strong arm, and this time you screamed his name, your vision blurring as a strong orgasm, stronger than any other, took control of your whole body.

"fuck... fuck I'm cumming..." he whined.

gojo had to strengthen his hold on you to keep you still, moaning with you as he felt your pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock.

barely able to hold back any longer, he cooed a few praises at you before thrusting into you in an erratic pace, now chasing his own high while you were still cumming on his cock.

he shot his load inside you before he could even finish his sentence, his warm seed painting your insides as you could finally catch your breath, relishing in this new sensation of being full.

still inside you, he raised his head to look at the hickey, it was now barely visible, hided behind the red mark of his big hand.

"pretty." you both thought at the same time.

he looked as ruined as you, sweat glistening on his forehead, panting and blushing from the heat your two bodies were giving off.

a few strands of your hair were stuck to your forehead, your lips were swollen, your eyes still red from crying from pleasure.

was it the truth? one thing was sure, it was certainly not a lie.

"god I'm so glad this year's over!" gojo sighed, stretching his arms while walking through the shopping mall.

geto frowned, giving him a hard slap on his shoulder.

"you haven't studied once during the year dickhead."

satoru let out an exaggerated cry of pain, holding his shoulder as it was severely injured.

"don't hit me so hard! I had a busy year okay?"

this time geto smirked.

"too busy falling in love uh?" he asked with a smug look on his face.

usually the one who liked to tease, the white-haired man rolled his eyes but didn't deny his friend's words. he was about to over react once again but someone caught his attention through the people walking around the place.

you waved at him, coming closer, and the smile on his face said it all.

"I missed you." he softly said, before kissing your lips and then your neck.

"me and shoko only left for two hours satoru." you giggled, his breath tickling your skin.

"I know, the wait was endless."

"you're so clingy and dramatic." you chuckled but despite your words you took his hands in yours.

"get a room!" shoko and geto said, a few meters away.

you could feel gojo's smile on your skin, his body close to yours.

"oh we will." he whispered, only for you to hear.

🔖tags: @foulvillain @akuroses @nonproblematicfave @forwardpair

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Hawks x Assistant Reader

Hear me out, angsty but hear me out...

imagine being Hawks' assistant at work. You are good at your job, you manage his schedule fairly well. You handle the media presence, the fundraisers, the charity events. You; handle Hawks. From bringing him coffee everyday, to being the first contact person for anything minutely corporate Keigo has. You also handle the tedious amounts of paperwork which is thrown your way. Which... is no small feat, because for a hero too fast for his own good. The paperwork is also too bulky for 'your own good.'

Despite working under him for almost a year, things didn't escalate much until one day. Spring season yes? Keigo needs to go on a vacation and he decides it's now or never with his tedious rut approaching just around the corner. "I'd appreciate it if- I don't know. Feel free to deny, feel free to push back. Argh- okay" Keigo sighed, and his troubled expression was starting to stir a weird anxiety in you. "Hawks, if I did something wrong would you please infor-"

The next thing you knew you were taken away by the sweetest, most dominating and thrilling kiss. You had the hots for Keigo since months. Working under him, watching how he treated others, how subtle yet sarcastic and rebellious he truly was. Honestly, who wouldn't fall for a man like that? The things escalated fairly quick when you were below him, writhing when his member churned up your insides, screaming and clamping for relief, for your sweet release.

As soon as it ended, you stood up. immediately sobering your clothes and looking at Hawks with the most professional, slightly broken expression ever. "Thanks, i will ensure this stays between us." Why would you think the famous, hot-shot hero would want you? Of course you would think he needed a stress relief, a booty call.

Keigo is left in shock, did he really pass for a guy like that? He wouldn't ever- at least, let him do the necessary aftercare!

He looks at you observant, wings faltering and blinking... Oh he was in for a heartbreak, he was in for a long ride where he has to formally show his feelings, steal your heart and void your mind of the thoughts where all you are to him is a stress reliever.

I updated this playlist to have SO many more songs now if you guys wanna check it out

here’s my middle-earth playlist

i made a fun little playlist that was meant to give a cozy hobbit ambience, but lately i’ve been finding dwarven and elvish kind of vibe songs to add. anyways, i just wanted to share it with y’all if you guys were interested <3

petition that instead of making new lord of the rings films they should just re release the original trilogy in theaters. have world premieres. press tours and interviews with the cast. new lines of official merchandise. drop unseen content and behind the scenes footage. I promise we will all go ballistic