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madmadmilka minute ago
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lol u know what???? i'm gonna just say it
writing smut is exhausting and i lowkey hate it lol. 馃槫 but it is hella satisfying if it lands lol. 馃ゴ ......but it's tiring to write it out lol 馃ゲ
sorry 馃檴
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sweetnessbythesea3 minutes ago
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i鈥檓 dancing all alone in my room to the playlist you made me wishing you were here. if that isn鈥檛 an 鈥渋 love you鈥 i鈥檓 not sure what is baby
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brightly-returning10 minutes ago
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IM NOT READYYY
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beyondthenightglass17 minutes ago
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Just a warning
Just so y鈥檃ll know
If y鈥檃ll ever see me wearing a really oversized hoodie with Mha shorts and crocks
While buying 30 bags of chips ,pickles, and vinegar
MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS
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littlehayes22 minutes ago
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Not to toot my own horn, but I think wants my teacher hears me actually speak Spanish she won鈥檛 be as concerned about me 馃槬 I really didn鈥檛 think my writing was that bad sheesh. Maybe because it鈥檚 a school thing and it鈥檚 been awhile since I鈥檝e attended. Idk, every native Spanish speaker I鈥檓 around says that I speak great. Maybe they鈥檙e just being nice to me 馃槶 I just met up with another teacher and she said I sounded fine too! Ugh idk
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sensuous24 minutes ago
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The sad truth is, so many people are in love and not together and so many people are together and not in love.
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frecklydork29 minutes ago
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well NOW I鈥檓 at a point where every time steeljaw opens his mouth I don鈥檛 catch what he鈥檚 saying bc I鈥檓 so enthralled by his stupid deep-and-smooth-as-melted-dark-chocolate voice I don鈥檛 pay any attention聽so NOW I gotta PAUSE and go BACK just to figure out what the hell is going on w/ the plot and it鈥檚 like falling for starscream鈥檚 vocalizer settings all over again聽馃槫馃槫
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untamedshark31 minutes ago
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the way you went from doing all that to not even texting me on my birthday... honestly, i鈥檓 fucking mad. don鈥檛 expect me back into your life after this. people that don鈥檛 wish you on your day can be a huge slap in the fucking face
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nwarrior77737 minutes ago
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hello tma community long time no see
here is a little bit happy jm for you
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lessbridges40 minutes ago
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also idk why it rubs me so wrong but ive got to make a post about it cause every time i see a post about like,聽鈥減iracy isn鈥檛 bad because it鈥檚 not real money, the company didn鈥檛 lose that money, they didn鈥檛 even have it yet鈥 it鈥檚 so fucking inane and/or insane to me? like. if i tell you im going to pay you $200 a day but then when you get your paycheck there鈥檚 a shit load of money missing out of it and I鈥檓 like聽鈥渢ehe, i decided not to pay you $200 a day鈥 that鈥檇 be, fucking shitty as christ? like, yes, this business expected to be payed what was owed for the product that was being consumed by their customers, and when they are suddenly not, that is in fact, money lost, that was otherwise relied upon to sustain the business. when you have built your business/life around the basis of monies agreed upon and promised, and someone goes against that agreement/breaks that promise, that鈥檚 money lost. i dont know how to tell you that twisting the shit out of the language doesnt change the reality that monies owed and unpaid, is money lost, when said money was due and expected. im not even against piracy. fucking rip disney off to the ends of the earth for all i fucking care. they鈥檙e a mega corp with gajillions of dollars and own everything and no entity deserves that sort of riches. but like, when you break it down and you鈥檙e like聽鈥渢his business didn鈥檛 lose money when i stole from them! i just didn鈥檛 pay them!鈥 like that shit applies to small businesses too you know? you鈥檙e trying to change the rules of like, basic logic regarding income/profits, and when you do so it applies across the board to all areas of business.聽 like idk how to explain it better than just point blank saying you鈥檙e explaining away the wrong thing with these arguments. you鈥檙e saying that ripping off businesses is ok because you as a consumer decide not to play by the rules that other people (namely businesses) are playing by. you should be saying that ripping off business X Y or Z is fine because they鈥檙e greedy as shitfuck capitalist pigdogs who are hungrily snatching up ownership rights to fucking everything they can because they鈥檝e got more money than god herself and their entitlement is fucking gag worthy, and the new aristocracy should be crucified for their sins against the lower class.聽 this is such a reimaging of the like, redefining a scene despite the reality of the scene. like the whole聽鈥測ou cant be punk and fascist! you cant be a nazi in the punk scene!鈥 or whatever while ignoring that fascist shitbirds have always been a problem in the punk scene and have always been fought against. you cant just be like聽鈥渙h i didnt pay them, but they're not out money, i just didnt pay them =)鈥 that鈥檚, not, how things work. you鈥檙e just saying whatever the fuck you want bro. and you can repeat the same broken logic as much as you like but that doesn鈥檛 make it into actual working logic.聽like if you have enough sense to know that shoplifitng from a mom and pop is wildly different (and shitty asf in comparison to) shoplifting from like a fucking walmart, then you should be able to hopefully understand what im trying to convey. stop dismissing loss of future income as a nonissue because you decide it鈥檚 a nonissue, and start recognizing that the deciding factor in it being a nonissue is the so-called聽鈥渧ictim鈥, and them scraping by as a small business versus them owning 50% of the world鈥檚 intellectual property or the fuck ever.聽 please, please, unrepentantly rip off whatever mega corporation you want, and have enough of a set on you that you can admit that you dont care about stealing a millionaire鈥檚 yacht money. please, please, stop saying that you can rip off businesses in general and it鈥檚 fine because聽鈥渢ehe it鈥檚 money they didn鈥檛 even have yet, they didn鈥檛 lose anything, i just didn鈥檛 pay them hehe鈥 聽
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inkykeiji41 minutes ago
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i have the warmth of the sun within me tonight
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characters: takami keigo | hawks
genre: smut n fluff
notes: this piece was written with someone specific in mind, but i wanted to share it here, too!! this is, by far, the healthiest and most wholesome piece i鈥檝e ever posted on my blog ehehe | title cred: the warmth of the sun by the beach boys
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is extremely scared of thunderstorms, v romantic, shower sex, minimal prep, slight size difference/size kink
words: 4.6k
synopsis:
鈥淢ake it stop, Kei, please, m-make it stop, make it go away,鈥 the words are nearly inaudible, wept into his chest and muffled by his jacket, snarled, snared, snagged on the choked sobs and gagged sniffles that scrabble and tear at your throat with their razored talons.
And even drenched, clothes sopping with rainwater, he鈥檚 still so warm, like he has liquid sun flowing through his veins, scalding waves of heat radiating off of his body and seeping into yours, cozy and consoling as it douses you, as it sinks into your skin, your bones, your soul itself and marinates there, twisting and twirling into a small ball of sunshine, of him, that sends pulsing zaps of warmth circulating through your flesh.
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It鈥檚 dark. It鈥檚 so dark it almost looks like night despite the fact that it鈥檚 only late afternoon, heavy bloated clouds鈥攃harcoal and fluffy and overstuffed with raindrops鈥攐bscuring the safety of comforting golden rays from the entire city.
The torrential downpour feels endless, and for a brief second you鈥檙e terrified it truly may never stop, streets below having flooded with the rain, cars slowly wading through them, tires spraying out streams of water as they do.
Magnificent strikes of lightning crack through the dreary sky like thick roots snaking through the foggy canopy of smoke and steel, momentarily tainting them in shades of periwinkle and lavender and casting flashes of brilliant silver light across the skyscrapers and condominiums.
Their sudden presence makes you jolt, a rapid shudder working its way through your entire body, skin pebbling with chills in its wake.
But it isn鈥檛 the lightning that bothers you鈥攏ot really, anyway.
It鈥檚 what comes after.
Rumbles of thunder so loud, so violent they cause the glass windows of Keigo鈥檚 apartment to quiver and the hardwood beneath your feet to tremble, roll through the sky, and you swear you can see the clouds ripple from the force.
Arms squeezing tighter around your body, your fingers curl in the material of your鈥攈is鈥攈oodie, desperately attempting to resist the urge to grab your phone, to frantically scroll through social media as worried eyes scan for any mention of his name, for shreds of dreadful news, for things you never want to hear.
You hate it when he has to work in storms such as these. And you know, you know you shouldn鈥檛 be watching the sky, shouldn鈥檛 be searching the splotches of gunmetal adorning the atmosphere for a glimmer of scarlet and gold, shouldn鈥檛 be standing so close to the pristine glass windows that your uneven puffs of nervous breath cloud them, tiny blankets of condensation left by the hot air you exhale fleetingly staining the surface, evaporating into nothing just as quickly as they appear.
But you can鈥檛 help it. It鈥檚 a compulsion, almost鈥攍ike some sort of sick obsession, some sort of twisted addiction you can鈥檛 control. Because鈥擝ecause you have to know, unable to stand that feeling of uncertainty that gnaws away at your insides, incapable of handling the ambiguity and vagueness that comes packaged with the not knowing. You have to at least try鈥攖ry to do everything in your power to stay informed, and if that means facing a vicious thunderstorm head on, with your cheek pressed against the cold glass as your gaze searches the tumultuous sky, then so be it.
You can brave it for him. You swear you can.
鈥淏aby,鈥 he scolds gently, his sudden presence surprising you, causing you to throw a quick glance over your shoulder. Topaz eyes observe you, overflowing with concern, pretty bowed lips turning down, soaked strands of gold hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and neck. 鈥淗ow many times have I told you not to do this?鈥 And although he鈥檚 reprimanding you, his voice is sweet, smooth and syrupy like the finest honey. 鈥淵ou know how much thunder freaks you out,鈥
You scoff, stiffening almost defensively as you turn your nose up a little, still avoiding his eyes. 鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 freak me out,鈥
鈥淥h?鈥 he laughs a little as he kicks off his boots, tension easing from his shoulders with every step towards you, every step further into the warm sanctuary of your shared home, wet sock-clad feet slapping against the hardwood and leaving gleaming footprints.
鈥淜ei,鈥 you whine a little, gesturing his dripping body. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e getting water everywhere,鈥
鈥淗ey now,鈥 a playful smirk spreads across his lips, and a sudden, sharp whoosh slices through the air as his wings spread, spanning nearly half the living room. He gives them one good, thorough shake, crimson feathers trembling and sending tiny droplets of water flying. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 done,鈥 he speaks over your squeal of his name, smirk growing into that trademark mischievous grin. 鈥淵ou shouldn鈥檛 just stand at the window and stare up at the sky鈥攊t only scares you more,鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not scared,鈥
Vicious growls of thunder roil through the sky before you鈥檙e even finished speaking, almost as if it鈥檚 laughing at you, mocking you, your body flinching as the sounds crash over you, curling in on yourself a little, face puckered up in a wince as your words stutter, catching on a gasp in your throat.
Exhaling a soft sigh, Keigo holds his arms open wide, wings still stretched to span them. 鈥淵eah, right. C鈥檓ere,鈥 When you don鈥檛 begin moving immediately, he sighs again, strong hands gently pulling you towards him.
Your body melts into his touch鈥攁n automatic and involuntary reaction, almost instinctual at this point鈥攁nd you slump against his damp chest, nuzzling your cheek against the firm muscles.
鈥淚鈥檝e got you,鈥 he says softly, arms wrapping around your body as he holds you tightly to his, voice reverberating against your ear. 鈥淭he Big Bad Scary Thunder can鈥檛 get you here,鈥
Eyes rolling, you scoff at his playful teasing, a tiny smile materializing on your face as you pull away a little to look up at him, greeted with the sight of brilliant eyes鈥攎ade of sunshine and liquid gold, you鈥檙e absolutely sure of it鈥攇azing down at you, lips quirked in a cute little smirk.
His beauty never fails to knock the breath from your chest鈥攊t seems you can never be prepared for it; no matter how many times you鈥檝e seen him, how many times you鈥檝e been close enough to count the individual eyelashes lining those orbs, how many times you鈥檝e been close enough to feel the inviting tickle of the short golden hairs decorating his chin鈥攁nd you鈥檙e not sure you鈥檒l never get used to it, either.
A peculiar mix of adoration and concern swirl in his honey irises, though you can see the mirth and amusement dancing just beyond that, thinly veiled by the love and worry.
鈥淥h, shut up鈥斺 another bang of thunder fissures through the sky, so raucous it makes the thick clouds waver and swell, your words morphing into a fearful little squeak, quickly burying your head back against the safety of his chest.
Fingers curl in the wet suede and you hug yourself closer to him, tugging him closer to you, body beginning to shudder.
He鈥檚 hushing you now, arms and wings curled around you in a defensive embrace as words of comfort pry past his lips, tender voice sheathing the armor of crimson surrounding you.
鈥淎t least they aren鈥檛 as bad as the ones back home, yeah?鈥
鈥淚 guess so,鈥 you mumble, unconvinced, eyebrows knitted and mouth sculpted into a deep pout. 鈥淚 still don鈥檛 like them, though,鈥
鈥淚 know, I know,鈥 a warm hand rubs soothing circles into your back, voice only marginally louder than the next bout of thunder as it vibrates against your face, another quiet yelp clawing its way up your throat. 鈥淪hh, you鈥檙e safe, you鈥檙e safe,鈥
鈥淜ei,鈥
The nickname escapes in a mangled little whimper, and you can feel it鈥攆right, terror, dread鈥攂uilding in your chest, a strangling type of panic that weaves and winds itself around your windpipe and crushes; because they鈥檙e getting worse, they鈥檙e getting closer, growls and grumbles following the flashes of lightning almost immediately, roaring loud enough to quake buildings, your heart thudding so violently it鈥檚 almost painful. Tears sting your eyes, and you shake your head against him, as if trying to burrow into his chest, to carve out a little space in his ribcage, right next to his steadily beating heart, and live there.
鈥淚-I take it back, they are as bad as the ones back home,鈥
Or, at least, this one is
Keigo doesn鈥檛 argue, all traces of amusement evaporated from his face, replaced by trepidation that mixes with his worry and pinches his features, eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned as he cradles you against him. Ferocious tremors course through your form, chest beginning to hitch with swallowed sobs, and he squeezes you.
鈥淢ake it stop, Kei, please, m-make it stop, make it go away,鈥 the words are nearly inaudible, wept into his chest and muffled by his jacket, snarled, snared, snagged on the choked sobs and gagged sniffles that scrabble and tear at your throat with their razored talons.
And even drenched, clothes sopping with rainwater, he鈥檚 still so warm, like he has liquid sun flowing through his veins, scalding waves of heat radiating off of his body and seeping into yours, cozy and consoling as it douses you, as it sinks into your skin, your bones, your soul itself and marinates there, twisting and twirling into a small ball of sunshine, of him, that sends pulsing zaps of warmth circulating through your flesh.
鈥淥kay, alright,鈥 he鈥檚 saying as he rocks you gently, crimson wings wrapped entirely around you both, shielding you from the storm. The scent of freshly mown grass and sticky vanilla ice cream is nearly overwhelming as it washes over your senses, invading your lungs and smothering you in its embrace. It鈥檚 a welcomed feeling, the beautiful suffocation it affords you with, vibrant bursts of heat rushing through your veins, whole body flooded and thrumming with a deep-seated comfort鈥攁 special type of solace, of reassurance, of contentment unique to him, unfathomable and mystifying on all accounts, that soothes your frayed nerves and calms your irregular heart鈥攂ecause he smells like home; not your home halfway across the world, your real home, your forever home.
鈥淐ome,鈥 he instructs a moment later, stern yet tender, keeping an arm draped firmly around your shoulders, one of his wings curving around the limb as he leads you away from the window, scarlet feathers obstructing your vision.
The bathroom鈥攃omprised of gleaming marble and shining chrome鈥攊s enormous, housing a mammoth glass shower that spans the length of the furthest wall, large enough to more-than-comfortably accommodate his wings, and then some.
Steam fogs the glass, and a soft hiss slips from between your teeth as he cages you between his chiseled body and the freezing marble, cold rock stinging your already heated skin, his wings spreading to mimic his arms, providing another layer of protection and entirely immersing you in him.
It鈥檚 your favourite when he does this, when he engulfs you in his grasp and creates a tiny universe where it鈥檚 just the two of you, whole world having fallen away outside of the barricade his thick wings offer鈥攁nd you鈥檝e never felt safer.
And it鈥檚 amazing, you鈥檙e thinking to yourself鈥攐r maybe you鈥檙e murmuring it, lips moving in a daze鈥攊t鈥檚 amazing how even after all of the rainwater pouring from the sky, all of the zipping through those dense clouds, all of the vicious wind that whips against him as he soars; none of it could ever manage to wash away, to ever dull, his intoxicating scent, not even for a second.
You鈥檙e completely overcome by him, vanquished by his enamoring eyes and his saccharine smile鈥攄runk and high off of it all, addicted to him in the sweetest way鈥攁nd he hasn鈥檛 even done anything yet.
But you鈥檙e leaning into him, closer and closer and closer, lips parted as you inhale deeply, filling your lungs, your chest, your heart and veins and blood with his aura, his essence, him. He conquers you, intoxicates you, poisons you in such a beautiful way, and you鈥檙e enchanted by it, yearning for more, a greedy and insatiable craving that will never be fulfilled.
And he knows it. He knows the effect he has on you by merely existing near you鈥攈is cocky smirk and dazzling gaze tell you so.
But then his eyes soften, glazing over with something else, lidded as they slowly travel across your body bared to him, and his mouth falls open only for his tongue to suck his bottom lip between his teeth, and his fingers reach to trace your features, the curve of your cheek and line of your jaw, the most gentle caress.
鈥淵ou鈥re breathtaking,鈥
And he really does sound out of breath, as if he鈥檚 in awe from your beauty, as if this is his first time seeing you, as if you鈥檙e some sort of goddess, having descended right in front of him, and it forces chills to erupt across your bare skin鈥攄amp and splattered with tiny droplets of water that gleam like morning dew clinging to grass鈥攄espite how boiling it is between him and the steam from the shower.
It鈥檚 a feeling you can鈥檛 quite explain, a feeling you鈥檝e never really been able to find the appropriate words for, something that makes you feel simultaneously powerful and weak, a swirling concoction of contradictions that invade your bloodstream and travel straight to your brain, infusing the tissues with the potent mix and sending tiny sparks buzzing through your veins, collecting to flutter together in the pit of your stomach.
He kisses you slowly, tonight. He kisses you like it鈥檚 his last day to live, kisses you like it鈥檚 his first time, unhurried tongue deliberately exploring the concavities of your mouth鈥攅very nook and ridge and crevice鈥攁s if committing them to memory, as if attempting to leave his stamp, his mark, his claim, on the real estate there.
He kisses you until neither of you can breathe, lungs shriveling as your chests heave, exhaling into each other鈥檚 mouths only to suck breath from each other鈥檚 mouths a moment later. He kisses you until you鈥檙e dizzy from the lack of air and he鈥檚 burning and hard and pressed up against your thigh, leaking head rubbing against the supple skin, leaving the prettiest gleaming trails of cream. He kisses you until you鈥檝e gone stupid from his spit alone,聽fervent in the way you swallow it greedily, in the way you attempt to suck, slurp, steal more from him as it surges to your brain, tissues and nerves vaporizing into nothing more than a dazed mist, spiked with him.
The kiss breaks with a sharp whoosh of air, his lids lifting to reveal glassy pupils outlined with the thinnest ring of amber. Your tongue darts out from your mouth to lick and lap at the stringy, viscous remnants coating your chin; starved, ravenous, and forever unsated.
The chuckle huffed out from between swollen, saliva-soaked lips is nothing short of sinful, makes your vision blur and your stomach swoop, a murmured tease following it.
鈥淓ager, aren鈥檛 you,鈥
And you want to point out that you weren鈥檛 the one practically humping someone鈥檚 hip, but the words tangle in your throat, catching on a gasp as nimble fingers slip between the apex of your thighs, an involuntary groan spilling from his throat.
鈥淔uck,鈥 his head falls forward, face buried in your neck, and sucks an inhale through his teeth. 鈥淗ow are you already this wet?鈥
He鈥檚 nearly whining as he dips two fingers into you, soft little sounds that fall from his lips and sop into your skin, his breath scorching鈥攕izzling more than the steam in the shower鈥攁gainst your neck.
And those fingers, now plunging into you, knuckles curling the moment they鈥檙e deep enough to press moans from your chest and cries from your throat, feel so familiar as they stretch you open鈥攖he same fingers that pet your hair and brush away your tears and feed you pieces of fried chicken; they feel like home.
Yet as comforting as that is, as much as it has your chest swelling with something so large, so dense you鈥檙e terrified your ribs may shatter and splinter under the strain, they aren鈥檛 enough. Not right now, not today.
Because even with the water hitting the tiles and the exquisite symphony of his pants and your mewls, you can still hear it, menacing blasts encroaching on you, deep and heavy and threatening to split the little world Keigo has created, the small haven his wings and arms provide.
鈥淧lease, please, Kei,鈥 you鈥檙e nearly wailing out, forcing bleary eyes to open, belated in the way they find his gaze. 鈥淚-I want you, I need you,鈥
鈥淪weetheart,鈥 he starts鈥攁nd you know that tone, stitched together with hesitation and concern and embellished with thin ribbons of patronization. 鈥淵ou know you can鈥檛 take me without being opened up at least a lil鈥 first,鈥
Another clap of thunder rattles the apartment, sounding as if it鈥檚 just outside the bathroom door, ranting and raging to get in, and both of your hands claw at his wrist, trying to pull his hand away as words bubble past your lips, high and terrified and desperate.
鈥淣o, Kei, not tonight. Please, baby, please, I need you now, right now, Kei, right now, pl-please,鈥 and you鈥檙e nearly choking on the pleads as they barrel up your throat and out your mouth, all garbled together and stuffed with spit. 鈥淚 can handle it, promise,鈥
A hoarse whine hitches in his throat, the worried knitting of his eyebrows carving creases into his forehead. With pinched features and a scrunched face, it looks almost as if he鈥檚 in pain; like it鈥檚 pure agony to deny you. And you can see it, can see the internal struggle reflected in his eyes, stare wrought with the tug and pull between desire and care. But that need is growing, spreading, curling around your organs in a tight embrace, suffocating you with its urgency.
A final please, Keigo, croaked out in a broken whimper and thick with the threat of tears, is what breaks him, shatters his resolve to a fine dust and whisks it away in one breath.
鈥淎lright,鈥 he鈥檚 murmuring, though his voice is strained, tense and gruff under the combined paradoxical weight of lust and apprehension. 鈥淎lright, hush now, I鈥檝e got you,鈥
Then he鈥檚 hoisting you up, and your legs are wrapping around his waist, one hand clutching the top of the glass door, the other digging bruises into his neck as he buries his cock inside of you in one swift movement, a set of relieved gasps escaping you both.
It stings a little, sharp pinpricks shooting through your gut as his thick cock stretches you open, but they鈥檙e chased promptly by thorns of pleasure that dissipate the pain.
Because he feels so good, and you feel so full, and everything feels so perfect like this鈥攅verything feels right again.
But a boom of thunder explodes through this moment, blowing it to bits and pieces, and you reflexively jump, whole body flinching in his arms.
鈥淪hh,鈥 he鈥檚 whispering to you as he pulls you closer, chest pressed flush against yours. 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry, songbird, I鈥檓 gonna make it better, alright? Just focus on me,鈥
And so you do, eyes slipping shut as his hips begin to pump鈥攕low at first, almost languid in the way they roll forward, each thrust thorough, cock nearly entirely unsheathed before it plunges back in, the head nudging your cervix, and you revel in the delicious cracks rasps鈥攐f your name, of curses, and praises鈥攖hat fall from his lips with each rut.
鈥淪鈥檇eep,鈥 you mumble, words already jumbled from the carnal bliss, from the hedonistic decadence that surrounds you, emanating off him and percolating into you, instantly diffusing the tension and panic knotted like thick vines in your chest鈥攅ven though he鈥檚 barely fucking done anything. 鈥淪鈥檇eep, Kei,鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 the word fans across your face, sweet and fragrant, hazy eyes opening to be met with glittering gold, strands of honeysuckle hair stuck to his forehead and temples, framing the dark gaze watching you, pupils almost voracious in the way they soak up your expressions, almost greedy in the way they scan your face as his hips move, looking for more. His forehead knocks against yours, penetrating stare boring into your face. 鈥淕ood? My baby like it?鈥
鈥淪o good,鈥 your head nods in small movements with the whimpered affirmation, bumping against his. It鈥檚 already beginning to build, smoldering deep in the pit of your stomach, the spark that had been dulled when you had begged him to stop, begged him to give you more鈥攖o stretch and fill and form you like your insides were made for him鈥攔eigniting, bright and scalding.
鈥淢ore, please,鈥
It just slips from your lips, brain already beginning to melt as you allow yourself to be submerged, swallowed and consumed by him; an innate desire that swamps your mind and floods your senses, and you want it all.
But he complies without complaint this time, void of the usual teasing remarks and requests that you beg for it, because he can see how depleted, how drained you are, utterly exhausted from the terror of the storm, his understanding evident in a gentle confirmation tumbling from his lips.
And his groans and grunts are so beautiful, vibrating deep in the recesses of his chest, louder than any thunder as they rumble in your ears. You find solace in them, gulping them in as he pushes them out, letting them vibrate down the column of your throat and collect deep in your belly, kindling with the flickering embers that burn and glow and multiply with each thrust, furling together in a tense ball of churning heat.
The canting of his hips increases, faster and faster and faster with each rock forward, the escalating force resulting in your body to rubbing against the marble and glass, tightly curled fingers readjusting themselves, slipping a little from the foggy condensation coating the surface.
You don鈥檛 even realize that your sensitive skin鈥檚 been rubbed raw from the action, too tangled up in his noises, his pleasure, his cock, to notice, too tangled up in him to care at all.
鈥淗ere,鈥 Keigo pants out, hips suddenly stilling. A low whine catches in your throat, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, a breathless snicker escaping his parted lips. 鈥淚 know, baby, I know,鈥 he鈥檚 telling you as strong arms readjust you, folded wings suddenly spanning, a gentle gust of air bathing your slick body in little goosebumps, before they wrap around him鈥攁round you鈥攕heltering you from the glass and marble as they swoop under your ass and thighs, aiding Keigo in supporting your weight. 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry, I鈥檓 gonna take care of you, I promise,鈥
And it鈥檚 so much hotter like this, so much more intimate like this, uneven puffs of breath mingling as his forehead rests against yours, florescent lights reflecting off of his thick feathers and tinting everything鈥攈is skin, his eyes, his hair鈥攕carlet.
The sudden snap of his hips startles a moan out of you, and he laughs again, carmine-tinged topaz eyes positively glowing. And he looks so gorgeous like this, looks like a fucking god like this, those fine gold hairs that cover his body catching in the soft light and shimmering.
He鈥檚 kissing, licking, nipping anywhere he can reach, stamping your flesh with physical manifestations of his love, pace never faltering as skilled, powerful hips continue to pound into you, cockhead dragging against that spot with every buck.
Your legs flex around his waist, muscles coiling as the sphere roiling in your stomach blazes, curled into a concentrated ball of fire. The heat it exudes is nearly unbearable now, heavy as it sinks into your gut, glowing orb spiraling as it coils, tighter and tighter and tighter until鈥
鈥淲ant you to cum for me, baby,鈥 Keigo nearly keens, almost as if he鈥檚 begging you instead of commanding, voice cutting through the dense haze your brain has evaporated into. 鈥淐an y鈥檇o that for me? Be good and cum all over my cock?鈥
Yes, yes, yes, your head is nodding, emitting affirmatives in the form of high little mewls with each jerk. And it only takes two more sharp pistons of his hips before the fire-filled ball bursts, half of his name escaping your throat in a fractured cry as your entire body stiffens, cunt clenching so vigorously it鈥檚 almost painful.
Words start to spill from his mouth, an endless stream of praises, sandwiched between dark groans and broken whines and hitched curses; Y鈥檚o good for me, y鈥檏now that? Ah, f-fuck鈥擲o gorgeous when you gush all over my鈥攎y cock, baby, y鈥檉eel so good, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Hot, thick cum fills you suddenly, coinciding with his last choked out declaration of love, cock throbbing as it spurts rope after rope, taut stuttering hips pressed flush against your skin.
Everything aches as you unwind your limbs from around him, muscles sore and legs trembling as Keigo forces you to stand, propping you up against the shower wall and returning with the fluffiest towel only a moment later. Large hands pull you towards him, dragging you from under the shower head and into his arms, swaddling your shivering body in Egyptian cotton and strong arms and soft feathers.
He leaves the shower running on purpose, steady flow of water hitting the tiled floor and marbled wall, efficiently drowning out any roars or claps of thunder.
And you鈥檙e so tired, so pliant and boneless in his arms, barely able to keep your weighted eyelids from fluttering shut. He keeps you in his lap as he sits on the closed toilet, cradling you to his chest as best he can as he gently rocks you back and forth, whispering out praises鈥攜ou did so well, you always look so gorgeous taking my cock鈥攁nd avowals of his love, constant words oozing from his lips, sentiments cascading over your body like a stream of thick syrup.
Unconsciousness has you in its clutches, nearly slipping into the familiar embrace that promises the numbing ecstasy that comes with such an intense orgasm, until your tummy growls, and Keigo laughs.
鈥淣o, sweetheart,鈥 he chides softly as you nuzzle into his chest, an indignant noise sounding at the back of your throat. 鈥淵ou have to eat at least a little before you can fall asleep,鈥
鈥淒on鈥檞anna,鈥
鈥淚 know,鈥 he鈥檚 saying sympathetically as he stands, placing your feet on the floor a moment later. You wobble a little, eyes still shut, and he chuckles again, murmuring to himself about how fucking cute you are as he begins to dress you, tugging soft fleece that reeks of him over your head.
The rain has slowed to a drizzle by the time you鈥檝e been clothed and fed, constant and leaking from the clouds overhead as you snuggle against Keigo in the plush sanctuary of your shared bed, tummy full and happy with roasted chicken and sauteed veggies. A deep contentment settles itself in your bones, weaving itself around the ivory in a protective glaze and imbuing you with a sense of calm, a sense of relaxation, a sense of relief, and you hum, Keigo鈥檚 lithe fingers trailing up your spine absentmindedly.
If you鈥檙e being honest, you鈥檙e not quite sure how he did it, how he slipped, slithered, seeped through the few cracks in your defence without being violent, without being forceful鈥攈ow he tore down all of the barricades and shields you had built around yourself, hardened and firm from several years of paranoia and distrust, from the perpetual fear of being hurt again. It should scare you, really, how quickly he did it, how easily and inconspicuously he did it. But it doesn鈥檛.
It doesn鈥檛, because he did it with love; stripping those protective walls with genuity and sincerity, dismantling every brick and stone with gentle touches and soft kisses and tender words. He did it with respect, with patience, with passion and affection and devotion.
So it doesn鈥檛, because there鈥檚 nothing to fear鈥攂ecause you鈥檝e never felt more safe in your life, here enveloped by his strong arms and cozy wings, resting on his chest, legs tangled in knots together.
And as you drift off to the gentle pat-pat-pat of the raindrops against the windowpane and the steady thumping of Keigo鈥檚 heart echoing in your ears, you realize he鈥檚 your very own ray of sunshine, forever present to keep those menacing clouds and malicious thunder away, even in the strongest, the harshest, and the scariest of storms.
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dekirukoto47 minutes ago
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聽 聽I just think it鈥檚 neat how Makoto immediately jumps to action when someone he cares about is in danger and how he does it without even thinking about what would happen to him at all.聽tldr if Makoto cares about you and you are in danger he will stop at nothing to ensure that you鈥檙e okay
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